Sorry I didn't post this last night guys. I wanted to work on it a little longer to make sure everything was ok, also I updated another of my stories and I didn't have the time to update this as well. Any who, hope you enjoy :)
I was right. It didn't take long for a Nightmare to come reporting that Jack wanted to meet me. I had the upper hand on almost everything now. There are so many ways I can play my cards, leading to so many consequences. It made me feel like I once did, in power and control. I'd already told him where to meet, but I'm sticking to the shadows around the pond just in case. Every instinct was screaming at me to not trust him and, being separated from him for so long, I was listening. He'd already arrived, standing in the centre of the frozen pond, a very vulnerable position to be in. Curling him in the shadows I watch as his fear rises, sensing someone presence and the occasional movement in the corner of his eye that he can never catch a glimpse of. His grip on his staff becomes tighter, holding it up in defence for any oncoming danger.
"Pitch! Stop it!" He exclaims into the dark, panick strickening his voice. I grin at his desperation, his pleading. Fear really was what I did best.
"So you came Jack. I trust you came alone? Or am I going to have to kill the Guardians one by one?" I question, throwing my voice around, confusing his sense of direction.
"Stop! Please!" he cries out, tears visibly pricking his eyes and his legs threatening to give out. Something in my heart pangs. I never did like seeing the boy cry. I swiftly exit the shadows and arrive to his side, his staff clattering to the ground and his clenched fists hitting me in the chest. I look down at him as his head rests between his hands on my chest, trying to stop the tears falling.
"This isn't you! You watched over me, looked after me, for three hundred years and were the only one to show me some form of kindness. Stop all the madness, the Guardians will still listen to what you have to say!" He exclaims, looking up at me with teary eyes.
"They have been ordered to kill me by the man in the moon! I need to fight back to stay alive because, even if the Guardians do listen to me, Lunar will send someone after me like before. I'm a deadman walking if I don't defend myself." I explain, gripping the boys wrists. There's a pained silence where the only noise is the quiet snivelling from Jack, before he rips his arms away from me and throws them around my neck, embracing me. I'm shocked to say the least, but quickly wrap my own arms around his waist, returning the hug.
You were always like this." I breathe into his hair, remembering whenever he would get upset he would run into my embrace without a second to spare.
"Jack look out!" A voice from above us exclaims. The strong Australian accent rips my heart in two. I quickly pull away from the teen, avoiding the boomerang that has been aimed for me.
"You betrayed me?! You told them!" I scream at the teen. I don't know why I said that. I don't think I even believe a word of its true, but how else would the Guardians have know? It was just the first thing that entered my thoughts. In such a sudden situation.
"No Pitch-" he begs, trying to walk toward me. I don't give him the chance to explain, I slip into the shadows again to retreat to my lair. I could still hear his distant cries as I left. There's no doing he would follow me, but I don't know whether I can pull myself to look at him. Yes I would want to understand what just happened and sort it out with him, but the Guardians might follow him. I hope in just being to rational and he had nothing to do with this.
"Pitch?!" His voice echoes through the concave space. I can't be bothered to get up for him, so I continue to lie on the couch, not saying anything and just waiting for him.
"Pitch, I just want to talk. I didn't lead the Guardians to you, I don't know how they found you." He calls, his voice getting closer. I roll my eyes at the fear surfacing from him being alone in the dark where I could've chosen anywhere to hide and track his movements. But my lack of interest is clearly show by the way my body is draped over the couch cushions. I couldn't decide what was annoying me more now, his growing fear, nagging at me to appear or his constant pleading for my presence. Reaching over the back of the couch, I grip the neck of his hoodie and pull forward. He topples over, his fear hitting an extreme level, and falls to my side, his face close enough that I can feel his panicked breathes over my lips. I scan over his eyes as the do the same, the embarrassment rising to his cheeks in the form of a dusky blue blush. I can't stand it anymore. I lean forward, slow enough to give him a chance to react, but not too slow that he can pull away. My lips press with his, kissing him in a slow, remembered embrace. I don't care if he doesn't react, or doesn't like I, I just need to stop the craving for his lips against mine like they used to be. To cure the addiction that had been surging through me for so long. Deep in my thoughts, I'm only pulled out of then, when I feel a force against me. He's kissing back! I feel his hands tangle into my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. When we finally pull away fro air, I'm given the opportunity to talk.
"Jack? You-" I being, questioning the, in my mind, unlikely truth.
"I don't know why, but I've felt an urge to do that since we saw each other fifteen years ago. I just... didn't know how." He replies, honestly and his blush fading to a darker blue.
"Your kisses haven't changed. But, I can't remember your blush being a colour other than red." I joke warmly, pressing my hand against his cheek. There's a short silence between the two of us, just enjoying the long awaited company, before I remember my promise to him.
"Do you want them Jack? Your memories?" I question, almost at a breathy whisper. There's a hesitation within him, questioning himself at whether he would like to discover the truth and why he became a Guardian. I rise from the couch and slip into the shadows, releasing a small, warm laugh echoing behind me. I enter the concave room where the Nightmare's dropped the tooth boxes off. I'd found Jack's tooth box, ready for his inevitable arrival, and set it to one side. Yet, things seemed to be running too smoothly already, chances were something was bound to go wrong for me soon. That theory has been promptly proved, for when I arrive at the small circular table, the place where I left his tooth box, was now empty. I clench my fists and can't help but snarl slightly, no wonder the Nightmares seemed to be avoiding me. Everything pointed to this being the Guardians doing. Somehow, they got in, didn't meet much of a defence line from the Nightmares and snagged the Tooth box, ready for blackmail or some sort of deal. I'll just need to get it back before they have the chance.
And that's it for this chapter I'm afraid guys. I hope you enjoyed reading, it was an interesting one to write. Please review and give me your thoughts and you're welcome to ask any questions through my PM :)