Ok, I should've made it a bit more clearer, this story is a rewrite of the one-shot (Give me love under the Moonlight) I am putting these chapters onto. I'm sorry if anyone misunderstood or didn't understand what I was doing, I just thought it easy rather than either thinking of a new story name or giving it the same one. Also, people that were following this story, would find it easier to read the rewrite.
The day always seems to drag, meaning night takes too long to come around. Yes, I could still linger in the shadows that the sun casts, but it's incredibly risky as I might be seen or caught in the suns rays from moving shadow to shadow. Even though my enemy, I always look forward to the time when the moon rises into the sky. As soon as the sun disappears below the trees and hills, I emerge from the shadows and stride through the small village of Burgess, not making a noise. Even if I was to make a noise, I probably would still not be heard because of the excessive noise originating I see the villagers all gathered around a large fire, laughing and talking. I roll my eyes at my carelessness. Of course, the annual village gathering. I sink back into the shadows and attempt to avoid any of the light forming from the flickering fire. Noticing that all the children are out here and not dreaming peacefully in there beds, there's not much point in me being here. I probably will have to make do with visiting another village for tonight, but that seems like too much bother for such a small hunger craving. I'm about to leave, when I hear Emma's voice again. The sibling to that exquisite boy Jack. How I long for just a glimpse of his face again... I couldn't even last the day without thinking about him... I've started to grow an unhealthy obsession with this boy it seems. Not sometime the Nightmare King should do.
"Jack." She's able to say in between her giggles of glee. My heart skips a beat at the sound of his name and I gain a block in my throat at the thought of him being near. I turn and see that some of the children have parted from their parents and are sitting on boxes and barrels, laughing at the brunette boy. I watch curiously, an eyebrow raised, as he takes big, slow stomps forward, holding two antlers to his head, imitating some sort of deer. I rarely understood the games that humans involved themselves in and this one is definitely something I can't understand. What's the objective of it? Who was his opponent? This form of 'fun' just seemed irrelevant to me. I can't help but a small smile to form on my face also and my eyes get caught by the glimpse of revealed skin with every movement.
"Don't hurt yourself Jack." A woman calls over. I look to her and see the same type of facial features as the boys sibling, as well as the brown hair. She must be the mother. Jack puts the antlers down and walks over to a barrel. I get my first glimpse of the night at his face and it's even more beautiful than I remembered. Maybe it was how the light from the large fire's flames danced over his skin, or how is cheeks seemed to have pinked. He moves his head quickly to move a brunette lock of hair out of his face, rather than using his hands. I think I preferred it that way anyway.
"Haha, I wont." He laughs, putting his arm out so he can lean on the barrel. Even is laugh was angelic. However, because he wasn't watching, his arm falls short and he falls onto the ground. An eruption of laughter explodes from the children as Jack quickly recovers and leans up the object, an embarrassed smirk on his face. I catch myself smiling, yet again, at his actions and force myself to stop. I straighten up and begin to leave, walking round the back of the village, rather the centre. I couldn't decide whether to stay for tonight, or return to my lair and continue to be alone. Either way, I don't want to stay here, in plain sight and where I can marvel at the young bys existence even longer. Approaching the window I was at the previous night, I use the shadows to help me gain access. I stand in the boys room, looking at the bare walls. Brilliant idea. I don't wish to think of the boy to much so I allow myself entrance to his room...?! It was kind of boring, even if it is a boy at his age. The walls just seemed dull. There were absolutely no primitive human toys in sight, however, they were most likely all in his sisters room anyway. I purse my lips slightly. The walls just looked like something I could turn into a marvellous masterpiece for my own amusement. Pressing a hand against the one, black sand seeps into the wall and spreads, forming patters to dance around the room. I sit on the end of his bed and run my hands over the soft sheets. They felt so smooth and held so much of the boys scent that I couldn't resist it. Lying back, I raise my hand, sands twisting round it and control the shapes on the walls to change and spread to the ceiling. After a while however, the strong grip of fear takes me and I can feel someone's terrified eyes on me. I smirk. Either this will be a dinner for me because of the fear young Emma is about to release, or it is someone who I cannot decide whether I want to reveal myself to. I rise, sitting to look at the eighteen year old and smirk as he looks on. He becomes entranced by the moving patterns and pictures on his bedroom walls.
"A-are you doing this?" He questions. He awaits my answers, but I don't give him one. I don't allow it to be shown, but I am utterly shocked. I didn't even believe the boy would be able to see me, yet alone speak to me. Never has anybody asked me a question other than 'who are you?' 'Or what are you doing here?'. It is a very strange sensation, not being able to talk and hypnotized by a human. I expect him to demand an answer, or run away and call the villagers, but no.. He just stands and gracefully turns back to me expectantly, where I solemnly nod. His hand presses against one of the walls and the sands run underneath his pale skin. I can almost feel him. The sand and I are connect in a way that I always feel slight shocks of their pain, happiness or pleasure. I close my eyes as I feel the distant touch run up my arm and I give in to the sensation.
"It's amazing!" He breathes. I quickly open my eyes, feeling his hand pull out from the shadows and the words form elegantly from his mouth. I can't help but stare at his perfectly formed lips, parted just enough to release air.
"How are you doing this?" He laughs, pulling his eyes around the room until they eventually fall on me. Pure curiosity fills his voice and gaze. I can't even feel fear radiate off him any longer, which was something even more remarkable to me.
"It's just... My power." I stammer, lost for words under his gaze. Brilliant explanation. He laughs again, looking stunned at what he can see. I smile slightly at his amazement. I don't think I've never gotten this close to a human without them being scared and are just in pure awe about me.
"I'm Jackson by the way, but people call me Jack." He smirks, watching me stand in front of him. Isn't this form of introduction normally something humans do when they want to uphold a conversation or stay in touch?
"Oh, I know who you are Jack. I've been watching you very closely." I grin, walking over to the walls and pushing my hand into the sands. That might've actually sounded slightly more paedophilic than I intended. But I suppose it's genuinely difficult to explain my for of 'work' without sounding like that.
"My own guardian angel." He giggles. I become slightly taken aback by this. I have been called many things all originating around the word demon in some way, but never have I been referred to a something a beautiful and poetic as an angel. I sigh at his beautifully innocent voice. The sands retract from the walls and flow around my hands and dissipates.
"Something like that," I breath, "Kozmotis Pitchiner, but I'm know by most as Pitch Black." I smirk, proudly, extending my hand for him to shake it. I haf expect him not to take my handshake, but from his recent actions I should really know better. His hand slips into mine and shakes it. His skin feels so soft, like velvet, against mine.
"Wait, Pitch Black as in.. The Boogeyman?" He laughs, as if suddenly remembering a child's fable.
"I prefer 'Nightmare King'." I correct, looking down at him. He nods respectively. It's nice to be treated as if I have some form of feelings rather than just a 'demonic creature that has come to kill children' as some villagers scream.
"So, what's the Nightmare King doing in my room?" He asks, plopping down lightly onto his bed. I don't answer because there is soon the chatter of people entering the house. I curse under my breath at having to leave this beautiful human again, without having any form f a proper conversation.
"I... have to go now." I tell him, walking toward the window, but his body presses in front of me and the glass. My eyes widen slightly at this, normally people run away from me, or insist that I leave, but this boy was begging for me to stay!
"No, please, don't go! At least come back." He begs. His eyes are filled with many questions and his face begs for someone either different or just to prevent loneliness to talk to.
"Don't worry, I'll return tomorrow night." I reply, smirking as I drop into the shadows beneath me letting the sound of his beg replay in my head. How different it was to the other begs of people wanting their nightmares to stop. I could get used to having this boy near me.
I will most definitely post another chapter tomorrow and hopefully this will stay a daily upload thing, but if not, I apologize in advance. Please review x