Chapter 12

"A'right. Guess I believe that, mate. So, what's her name?"

"Elizabeth... or Liz." I smiled, remembering Jack's nickname for the Easter Bunny. "And what is the 'Easter Kangaroo's' and Santa's real nickname?" I made sure to also make quotation marks with my hands.

"The Easter Bunny, or Bunny, mate." I smiled and nodded.

"I North." North said. I smiled and nodded again.

"All right, Jack, North, Bunny, Tooth, and Sandy. What can we do so I can see you guys?"

The silence was overwhelming, and I had no idea if they were even there.

"Uhm. Hello? The only way I know you're here is if I can hear you." I said cautiously.

"Sorry, we're here." Tooth said. "But, we're not... exactly... sure... why you can't see us. "

"You obviously believe in us, otherwise you couldn't even be able to be here." North said.

I shifted my weight onto my left leg. My legs were aching and tired. I was starting to get the physical consequences of what being sick, almost drowning, almost being killed, and not sleeping nor eating for more than a night were doing to me.

"We need a pl-" That's all I heard from Jack, because the next thing I knew, my legs were collapsing on me, and my brain forced me into some much needed sleep.

...

I forced my eyes to flutter open, only to see nothing but fire and darkness in front of me, all around me. The fire only chasing away more darkness, but not providing much use.

"Oh, Look, my beauties, who finally woke up. "

I quickly stood up, instantly recognizing the voice, the voice who tried to kill me by the lamp post, with those dark horses.

"Who are you?!"

"Pitch Black, of course. Or the Shadow Master, or the BoogeyMan."

I stifled a laugh. (The Boogey Man?)

"What do you want from me?"

"Well, to kill you of course."

"Why?"

The voice laughed dryly. "Because you're important to Jack Frost, and I now know why." I gasped. "I also know, why you can't see me, and the rest of those cowardly ridiculous guardians." The voice was moving circles around me, I turning suddenly, when I heard his voice move. "They abandoned you, you see. They saw me, and took out their defenses, but when they learned all I wanted was you, they gave you to me, and ran. Quite cowardly don't you think?"

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "They must have had good reasoning." I said cautiously.

The voice chuckled dryly again. "No, no, no. They just don't want to take care of you. Sure, they take care of children, but you're a teenager. You'll never fit in with all of the littlerascals. They think you may have teenage rebellions, if you will."

"That's ridiculous. You'll have to think of better lies." I said crossing my arms.

"Hah. You don't believe me; I didn't think you would. But, you'll never have any family, except for me. Don't you see? Here, look at the ball."

"...What ball? I CAN'T SEE YOU!" I was extremely exasperated by the assumptions that I could see them point, or gesture, or talk.. however Sandy does.

Just then a glass ball, rose from the ground, from underneath me. I quickly backed away from it, almost stumbling and falling. Once it seemed to stay, I walked cautiously towards it. It was just floating, the glowing glass ball was just floating.

Inside it were, the Guardian's voices.

"Come on, Guardians. I need your help. Christmas is upon us! Very busy. Please!" The others were agreeing and/or accepting.

I narrowed my eyes. "Yes... I know what time of year it is. He's Santa. So?"

"So.. they're not at all concerned about you."

"So.. Maybe you're lying." I gasped sarcastically. "Shocking!"

"Hm. Jack can't save you, you know. You're mine. He doesn't even know where you are. He doesn't even care."

I looked down. "...You're lying. He's saved me twice, and once was from you. Don't tell me he doesn't care if I die or not."

"That was just an act. He was helping me."

I clenched my fists. "And why would he help you?"

"What goes better than the cold and the dark?"

I gasped quietly. "He... he couldn't have."

"Of course he did. People always help me, when I give them what they want."

"What did Jack Frost want?"

I could tell that the horses guy was smirking.

"His memories." I gasped.

"Which is what you want isn't it? You only remember parts of your life."

"No."

"...Don't lie dearie, you're not very good at it."

"What I want is to see you people." I sunk down, realizing the fire was coming closer.

"Ah. Yes, well. Have you ever thought that maybe your memories will also fix that?"

I gasped and looked up, my eyes opening wider. "...What?"

"Remember, deary. I helped you, and you will help me." His maniacally laughter faded slowly.

OOOOOOOOH :D

she meets pitch! :D besides a quick five minute attempt on her life X'D

anywho... :P

hopefully this is as awesome as i hope ^^''