I know it's been a while since my last update, I'm trying to finish this store cause I still enjoy where I think it's going. I had a plan in the beginning, we'll see if it still ends up there. That's to old and new followers to a store that hardly updates, but I truly appreciate the support guys, so thank you so much!

warning this chapter is rated M, some small hint of sexual content is written.

Jamie's hands were numb as they pressed down into the unforgiving cold snow that covered the area. His entire body was chilled to the bone. He huffed a small cloud of breath, which lingered in front of his face after exhaling and he gave a small grunt as he crawled forward.

Blood trickled down the side of his face. Warm for an instant, then turned to a cold unwanted liquid dripping down onto the white snow.

"I had almost forgotten how fragile humans were, then I remembered how much fun I have with them." Pitch's amused voice rang out. The storm Jack had created hasn't let up, Jamie still didn't know where Tooth and the others were, and he could barely see two feet in front of his own face. Pitch was there then, looming over him, a dark shadow cast down upon him.

Pitch's foot came down harshly on Jamie's outstretched arm and he gritted his teeth together, despite his best effort from trying to keep them from chattering. He was pretty sure if he didn't already have hypothermia, it would be setting in soon.

"How did you turn him, I feel like I have a right to know at least before I die-"

"You don't have any right, but I'm amused you think you do. Regardless if I tell you or not, what does that change? You getting a though of hope in your heart and rising up against us-me and getting your sweet Jack back? He belongs to me now." Pitch's voice was full of gluttony, his eyes swimming with power, they stared down at the freezing human at his feet.

A sharp gust of wind ruffled Jamie's already wild hair, causing him to flinch as chills ran down his body. If it was still possible for him to be any more chilled than he already was. He let a sharp breath out, his chest felt like it was on fire, burning for any intake of air that wasn't ice cold.

Pitch kneeled down and grabbed Jamie's jaw forcing his head back, his neck straining to look the monster in his gold eyes. "I'm going to keep you alive, but I'm sure you'll beg for death when I'm done with you. You'll be his toy too you know, and when you try to turn him good again," he spat out the word 'good' with disgust on his tongue, "and when he toys with you, makes you think you've won, that you've actually helped him, he'll destroy that hope again and again, just to remind you that he will never be your Jack Frost ever again."

Jamie wanted to fight back, to move, anything. It hurt just to he touched by him. His bones felt like they were already ice, his feet and fingers where numb, his face was numb. He was straining to breathe now and Pitch's touch only help that feeling grow more intense.

"You look like you could shatter into pieces at any moment. Would you like me to warm you up?" Pitch mused, his forceful grip letting Jamie's jaw go, but not moving his hand. He placed it on the man's cheek, his thumb running over the almost dried blood on the side of his face. He brought his hand away, and his thumb to his own mouth, flicking his tongue out and licking Jamie's blood off. His sharp, bright teeth peering out from behind dark, cold lips.

Jamie stared at him, a horrified look playing across his face. This sick son of a bitch- Jamie twitched nervously as Pitch rose to his full height once again and rose his arms up slightly as black durst materialized up from the ground, starting to move in a vortex motion up around them. Soon the dust became so thick they were in the middle of a cyclone of the stuff. Jamie watched as time seemed to slow then stop. It was just them alone, an eerie silent in the small dome that now trapped him. He was happy to get away from the cold but at this point maybe he would rather freeze to death then be trapped in a small, dark, almost endless cage.

"Nice trick right? At least you're out of the cold-well…sorta." He smirked and went to grab Jamie just as he moved away and stumbled to his feel. "Don't touch me-!" He spat out before Pitch's hand settled around his neck drawing him closer to his own body. "I'll do what I please." Jamie had placed a hand on Pitch's arm pulling at it. Pitch brought his free hand up, clasping Jamie's slender wrist in his fist, forcing his back down to his side. Jamie sneered with a low muted growl in his throat.

Pitch drew his body even closer, Jamie could feel his chilling breath on his neck as Pitch adjusted the struggling man's neck more, tilting it to the side. He land his face to Jamie's lower neck, clavicle area, breathing down on him. Jamie's body gave a small tremble at the closeness, though struggling was useless, he didn't stop trying to move away. Pitch freed Jamie's hand and brought it up to pull his jacket down past his shoulder and easily moving the man's thin shirt to show some skin, as his lips came in contact with Jamie's skin, he was smiling against it. "No one is here to stop me." He mused in a low purr and bit down lustfully on the exposed skin.

A squeal escaped passed Jamie's lips before he took a sharp gasp inward not expecting what had just happened. "W-what the hell are you doing!"

"I'm simply making an observation. You know Jack was like you, he struggled, very human like, might I add. Now he simply obeys, which I can't protest to, I quite enjoy the obedience." He had drawn back slightly looking at the already raw and bruised skin on Jamie, quite satisfied with himself. "Have you ever done anything like this before Jamie? Oh-how I would have loved to have seen those dreams." Jamie's face flushed, his ears and cheeks burning. "I'll take your silence as a yes then?"

"Get the hell away from me!" Jamie hissed, going for Pitch's face, pushing it away from his neck. Pitch chuckled, a low throat hum. He shoved Jamie's hand away, pushing forward again, his jagged teeth bared as he came down on the same bruised spot, biting it. Jamie let out a painful yell, gasping. His face still burned hot. Despite Pitch's body being cool to the touch, Jamie's was on fire. His breath was erratic as much as he tried to keep it steady.

"I'm going to make you beg me to stop dear boy." He had released Jamie's neck, a small amount of blood exiting the small wound. His lips now pressed against Jamie's ear, whispering the words with a hint of pleasure to them.

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Jack's footsteps where soft crunches though the snowy tundra swirling around him. He walked, staff in hand until he was standing at a large lump in the snow. It was a body, almost completely covered with snow now from the blizzard Jack was controlling. He cocked his head slightly and a small smile twitched at his pale lips. He flicked his hand and a gust of wind swept the blanket of snow off the body.

Jack's eyes swept over a very frozen looking Jamie, unconscious. Flickers of black dust where swirling around Jamie's head then disappearing. Jack's eyes rolled slightly upwards at the thought of Pitch having a bit of fun with the man. He shuffled forwards and picked up the lifeless and almost frozen to the touch Jamie. He needed to warm him up before he died, which Pitch clearly didn't think through before plunging into the man's nightmares. This was a small set back he needed to take care of before taking care of the other guardians, though Jack was already making sure they were quite busy with the blizzard he had cooked up.

Jack peered down at Jamie, who's eyes where moving quite rapidly under his eye lids. Pitch must be having a good time with the human.