Pitch had just arrived at the entrance of his lair. Sitting there was Angle. He got off onyx and walked over to her.
"What are you doing here?" She looked up and fought off a blush. " I..I have to talk to you about something." Just looking at him made her so nervous that butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She always did when she saw him. He walked right passed her then stopped. " Are you coming?" He asked as he disappeared into the shadows.
"OH,yes." she followed behind him. They walked into the main chamber. She looked around the main thing well because it was so dark the only thing that she saw were the huge cages hanging above her head. Pitch walked through another shadow and she right hand came out and beckoned her to follow, She did. They entered into what looked like some sort of sitting room. Of course it was black but it was an elegant black. Not creepy but the room were tall bookcases filled with books and old scrolls.A dark desk with papers on in the middle there was a black medium long fireplace with carvings on that she couldn't really make out. Placed in front of the fireplace were two chairs and a small round table on were two wine glasses and a bottle of wine That had seemed to come from nowhere. As soon as Pitch sat in one of the chairs the fireplace sprung to life. The flames of the now lit fier lighting up the room some." Come and sit." She walked over and sat down in the other chair." Would you like some wine?" He asked as a fearling poured two glasses and handed one to her. She took a said something that she couldn't make out to the fearling and it left. After tasting some of the wine himself he asked " So what is it that's so important you need to talk to me about?" She looked down then back up at him.
He wasn't watching her but watching the whine in his glass swish around as he moved the glass in a slow circular motion." Well..." She swallowed the lump in her throat.( Ok just say it and get it over.
Just like ripping off a band aid) Her mind screamed at took a deep breath and just let all the words come out."I LOVE YOU PITCH BLACK!" To that he looked up at her from his wine shock written all over his face.
"I DO , I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I HAVE FOR SUCH ALONG TIME NOW!" His face became a blank slate. And he stood up and walked over to the blazing fireplace. She got up and walked next to him. She thew her arms around him and kissed him.
But when he didn't kiss back she stopped and pulled back looking into his eyes for some sort of emotion. She found none. Pitch gently and comely pried her hands off him and she backed up. He took a deep breath then said" Thank you for your confession. But I love another. I'm sorry, you should leave now." Her heart was torn in two at that every moment. Tears flowed from her eyes. ( he, he rejected me.?) she thought and let hos word sink in. Then anger took over.
Pointing at him she screamed out " SHE'S JUST A STUPID HUMAN! SHE'S NOT AN IMMORTAL SPIRIT LIKE US! SHE'S A FLOWER THAT WILL WHITHER AND DIE! THEN WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN YOUR LITTLE HUMAN TOY IS GONE?! i'M BETTER THAN THAT STUPID LITTLE MORTAL BITCH!"
SMACK! Angle held her face were Pitch had just struck her. She looked but at him and her anger was replaced by fear. And the look on Pitch's face she was right to do so. Pitch said two simple words laced with venom " GET OUT!" it was said so deathly calm that Angle knew she shouldn't have said that last part. But she did and couldn't take it back. She had done the most stupid thing anyone could do. She pissed off the boogieman. Angle ran out as fast as she could. " Looking back with tears in her eyes she whispered " I'm so sorry."
Pith stood there and stared int the fire. He had tried to let her down gently but that went south. Sure he was mad at her calling Jennifer a bitch but that's not what had upset him to hit her.
She brought up something he didn't want to think about. Jennifer's mortality. As human he knew she was frail and would die some day. He just didn't want to think about it. ( What if i could find away to make her immortal like me.) He went over to the bookshelves but couldn't find what he was looking for. So he raced down to his library and began his research.