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Church of Bones	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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12.
The others had come and gone. North took Jamie back to the Pole with him, and even took Drago with him to keep him occupied while we tried to sort out all the fine details of this strange case. I had tried to go to sleep when they left. I really tried. I couldn't. It was well into the day before I gave up. I slipped out of bed as carefully as I could without waking Pitch and sank into the shadows cast by the fire without bothering to grab my robe. I came out in my workshop in front of the globe. The lights still pulsed just as strong as before, if not stronger. The good news was it hadn't spread. Five of the seven revenants were keeping to their stomping grounds.
I sat in front of the crystal, listening to the newsreels for hours.
"—two more couples have been hacked in their Burgess homes with an axe found at the scene. Investigators are baffled—"
"—two women have been found dead from asphyxiation and have signs of being brutally raped in King County—"
"—tragedy has struck on the Florida State University campus. A sorority house has been broken into and five girls have been beaten to death with various objects. They have also been raped with objects found in their rooms. Thoughts and prayers go out to the families of the—"
On and on it went. I began to feel sick at the body count. The revenants had so far killed thirty people just tonight combined. Reports started coming in, linking more deaths to the patterns in the murders over the past two months.
Almost one hundred and fifty had died. From seven revenants.
"Powers above…" I muttered, rubbing at my eyes. I stopped immediately as faces of the victims passed in front of my vision and I felt an overwhelming sensation of sadness. I almost couldn't breathe for a second as it passed. When it faded, I realized I was gripping the desk so tight I was losing blood flow to the digits. I tried keeping my focus on the crystal again. It was getting to be too much. It was no wonder the reapers had been in short supply for two months.
I worked with ghosts of those who wanted to cause trouble. Scare a few kids, have a few laughs, and then move on. Or, they stuck around to do it for a few decades or so. I never worked with spirits like these, and I never wanted to. Murder wasn't what Halloween was about. Fear, yes, making you think you were going to die, bringing someone to the brink of their sanity, that was what I represented. I didn't want anything to do with this fear. It was a strange sensation. As I've said before, having even a little more than my fill of fear will put me on a sort of high. Pitch was the same way, and Drago was as well. It was just a drawback. Most of the time though, for Pitch and I at least, the fear high was pleasurable. This sort of fear… I've only fed on that sort of terror once, and I swore to never do it again. When I fed that day at the college, the terror had died down. It was a residual fear to the events. It wasn't fresh.
The only time I fed from that type of horror… the only way to describe it was the worse acid trip anyone has ever taken. The fear of all those I fed on mixed into one night terror that lasted a good eight hours. It was when I was first learning how to use my abilities, and when Pitch wasn't interested in me intimately, nor I of him. He had made me suffer through it all. However he didn't let me stay alone. He at least stayed with me the whole time, talking me through it. After that we both agreed that it wasn't something that sat well in my mind. It was nothing I wanted to experience again.
The sights of killings like these sickened me. The victims were all innocent. They'd done nothing wrong. None of them were connected, not that I could find. There wasn't a single person that linked them all together. So why were the revenants attacking them? Was it just random unfortunate circumstances? Or was there a deeper meaning to it all? I held my hands to the side of the crystal, stirring the shadows inside up again to change the reel. I could see my reflection in the curved glass. I couldn't remember the last time I had looked so defeated.
"Hana?"
I didn't even flinch as Pitch appeared out of nowhere, standing behind me.
"What are you doing awake?"
"I couldn't sleep. Not knowing this is still going on. It's still night time there. The revenants are going wild. The death count is in the triple digits now."
His hands rested on my bare arms gently. "I understand you are concerned, but you will go mad if you continue to stare at this thing."
"I-I don't know what else to do." I felt a helpless lump form in my throat and I held my forehead in my hands. "There are no patterns, no special selection in the victims. They're just random and they meet the standards set by the killers in their lives."
"You need to look again with fresh eyes. Come upstairs with me."
"I can't." I knew I was repeating his words from a few days ago, and I was mirroring his attitude. However, he saw through the front I put up.
"I can make it worth your while."
I rolled my eyes. Only he would think of sex in a situation like this. Then again, that sort of fear high didn't give him negative results. From what I knew, it only boosted his sex drive, his carnal desires. "I'm not in the mood, Oogie."
"Mm, then why wear this? You know I can't control myself when you do." He slipped one of the straps of my nightdress down my shoulder, letting him press his lips to the skin.
"Really, I'm not in the mood."
"It wouldn't take much to change that," he muttered into my flesh.
Usually it didn't. Usually if I wasn't in the mood, he only had to insist with that seductive nature of his and I'd eventually give in. I just couldn't. "I'm warning you, Kozmotis. Not today."
I could feel him frown into my shoulder. I only used his birthname either during sex, or when I was angry, furious, or irritated with him. "Hana, there's really nothing more you can do." He stood up straight again and leaned over me, running his hand over the crystal to calm the shadows inside once again. "North and the others are looking in to it. You're supposed to be focusing on Halloween as it is. There's enough you should be stressing about. Don't layer this on."
"I'm tired of doing nothing, Pitch!" I said, standing up so suddenly my chair pushed back into him. I swung around, jabbing his bare chest with my finger. "I am tired of not helping as I should be. We should be out there with the Guardians fighting whatever the hell is killing innocent lives. I shouldn't be stuck here in the lair carving pumpkins while these maniacs carve people." I jabbed him again and he took the mild abuse. He was allowing me to let off some steam. "There are seven revenants out there and only five Guardians. There are two of us. We should be helping them take these fuckers out before the body count triples."
He finally took my wrist in his grasp and I realized I'd been jabbing him with my sharp nails. He gave me a tired expression. Not a smile, not a frown, just… just tired. "You win. We'll help them. But first, you will come up to bed with me."
I curled my lip. "Being persistent, aren't you?"
"I won't deny it; you are very fuckable right now in that nightgown, as well as with your angry expression. However that isn't what I meant." He took my face gently in his hands, making me look up at him. "You haven't been sleeping well. Trust me, I know. You've been keeping me up with your dreams."
I cast my gaze away. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Come up with me."
I nodded and followed him through the Void up into our room. I got back into bed, finding the sheets more comfortable this time. Even my pillows felt more inviting.
Once his pants were off again he joined me, but didn't lie down right away. He tossed a ball of black sand in his palm. "If you need it, I will give it to you. With what your thoughts have been like lately, I highly recommend taking it. It will give you a dreamless sleep, so you can try to catch up on what you have been missing for rest."
I gave him a small smile as I pulled the sheets over my shoulders. "And so you can rest through the day as well."
"That too." He gave me a wicked grin. "And I promise I won't do anything to you while you sleep, despite how riled up you've made me."
I pushed at his hip, it being the closest thing in my reach. "You can grab my boobs. Is that a good enough payment?"
"That will do, love. Though I'd rather wait until you're in the mood to react as I want you to."
I held up a finger. "Remember, next time I'm in control. You fucked up big time, mister. I've forgiven you, but I haven't forgotten."
He flinched a bit. "Right." He held out the sand. "What do you say?"
I nodded. "I'll take it." I let him sprinkle the sand over me, and almost immediately I felt the powerful tugs of sleep. I didn't fight it. The last thing I remember of that day was his body curling around mine, making me feel safe, allowing me to almost forget everything in the world..
And then, there was only peaceful darkness. It was a reprieve I was grateful to have.
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