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Beauty and the Boogeyman	By : M8r-6 Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 3078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Next Night:
That day, Pitch watched her go about her daily business, not bothering to hide in the shadows since she couldn't see him anyway. Yet.
There were a few things he already knew about the young woman, having observed her from afar for some time now. She had a black cat with green eyes, named Raven. She loved to sing & had such a sweet melodic voice, he could listen to her all day. She loved her family & would do anything for them. And that is exactly how he planned to win her. Her love for her family was a weakness he could use to his advantage. She was one step closer to believing in him & becoming his, forever.
Already, she showed some of the clear signs of belief...but her faith wasn't solidified or strong enough yet to the point where she could actually see him. He would need to help her. 'Push' her a little down the right path, to make sure that her fear increased...and as her fear grew stronger, so did her belief in him. With access to her dreams, he had a powerful advantage.
He invaded her dream this time.
Adriana was dreaming that she was in a forest. It was beautiful & green. Wild flowers bloomed, bubbling brooks trickled & small waterfalls caused misting rainbows. It reminded her of a fairy tale. She looked down at herself & saw she was wearing a flowing green dress. She twirled and laughed softly. It made her feel like a princess. But after awhile, she started to become uneasy. Suddenly, it began to get darker & darker. She glanced at the sky but where the sun once was shining brightly, now it was a crescent moon. The once beautiful trees were now leafless as they transformed to become gnarled & twisted. She heard a wolf howl in the distance. But that wasn't what frightened her.
There, lurking in the shadows of a disfigured tree, was a man.
With golden yellow eyes.
He seemed familiar to her, somehow. Was this the man her sister had described? Tall & thin with grey skin & spiky black hair. His eyes literally seemed to glow as he stared at her. Her breathing sped up & her heart pounded in her chest. 'It's just a dream.' She tried to reassure herself. 'I'll wake up and this will all be over in a moment.'
"Your fear is delicious, my dear." the man said in a sultry British accent.
She opened her mouth to scream as a wave of terror washed over her. However, no sound emerged from her lips and as the being in front of her seemed to slowly materialize from the shadows, she felt her throat close up.
Her mind raced.
It was him! The man her sister was talking about! He was here! 'Wake up! I have to wake up!'
The man...thing...whatever he, or it was, appeared to still be forming himself from the shadows. She still had time to get away! Suddenly, she felt herself spring into action.
She turned around to dart away, however, she wasn't quite quick enough as tentacles of black sand wrapped around her ankles, preventing her from running. "Ah, ah, my dear." She heard him warning in a sultry tone. "I'm afraid I can't allow you to run off so soon." All of a sudden, she felt a strong grip on her shoulders, spinning her around." He was mere inches away from her face, grinning wolfishly at her.
She froze, feeling as though her fear would make her heart beat out of her chest.
She tried backing away, but the tendrils of sand still held her in their grasp, preventing her from moving. Then, she felt a sudden, powerful grip on her right wrist. Startled, she tried jerking her arm back, but he was far too strong. With his free hand, he grasped her chin with a firm, yet surprisingly, gentle grip.
She squeaked as he pulled her close, only to inhale deeply of her scent.
"Yes indeed...so much fear...mmm..." he whispered lowly. His cool breath fanned across her skin, sending shivers up her spine.
She struggled to break his grip, however, he seemed far too preoccupied with her scent to even notice her struggles. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, she broke free, kicking her legs to break the tentacles grasp and shaking her head violently, forcing him to release her face. She found herself backing up, her panic rising. Looking over her shoulder, she lunged, grabbing a fallen tree branch off the ground.
"Stay back!" she barked, suddenly finding her voice."I don't know who the hell you think you are-"
"Oh, yes," the man interrupted, his smile vanishing. "How rude of me...I forgot to introduce myself. I am called Pitch. Pitch Black. Though you may already know me. . ." He chuckled darkly, ". .as the Boogeyman."
"The...the Boogeyman?" She stuttered. "There's no such thing!"
In response, he merely allowed a small smirk to cross his lips.
"Oh, my dear Adriana." He crooned. "Of course there is."
"You're...you're not real," she added, feeling her voice start to crack. "You're nothing but a dream..."
"A dream?" the Boogeyman - or, at least that's what he called himself - responded. Once again, he leaned forward, causing her to shrink back. "Dear Adriana, don't you understand? To you, I am real...you believe in me."
She shuddered at the sound of her name from his smooth voice. "I...I don't believe in you," She replied, her voice faltering.
"Ah, my dear girl. . . .but you do," the Boogeyman said, his voice dropping to a soft, alluring whisper.
He grabbed her wrist again, causing her to drop the tree branch she had been wielding. He leaned in closer, again, inches from her face, as she stood there, paralyzed, and pressed her straight up against a tree.
"Somewhere...deep, deep down in the depths of your heart and soul...you believe in me," he added lowly, caressing her cheek lightly with his cool knuckles. "And because of that, I am real to you."
Adriana was speechless. I can't believe in him...I just can't! She thought to herself, beginning to panic.
The story of the Boogeyman was just that. A story. Yet here he was in front of her. She could hear him. She could see his yellow eyes, looking triumphantly at her as though he had won some sort of great victory...and she could feel the cold touch of his pallid skin...his caress on her face. . .but it was just a dream! Wasn't it? It felt so real.
That last thought made her shiver even more, and she felt her cheeks grow hot. Pulling her face away, she glared at him.
He merely looked back at her, amused.
For a few moments, there was silence...yet he seemed to hover backwards a little, giving her some space to breathe. However, she couldn't see most of his tall, skinny frame...it was obscured by an ethereal robe that seemed to be made from the very darkness that enveloped his aura.
Slowly...very slowly...she felt her terrorized, clamped insides begin to loosen. Fear began to fade. And anger began to take its place.
She raised an eyebrow at him, but he did nothing.
"What do you want from me?"
"Ah, but you already know what I want, my dear." He said, amused.
"Well," she responded, straightening herself & saying as bravely as she could muster, "why don't you tell me anyway."
"You."
"W-what?" She stuttered. Her eyes widened in surprise. Surely she had misunderstood him.
"I only want you, my dear."
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean? What do you intend to do with me?" She quipped.
"Well, my pet," the Boogeyman spoke, moving towards her. She felt her entire body get more tense the closer he got.
"I find myself desiring . . .companionship," he began to say, his voice lowering thoughtfully. "I require someone to spend the rest of my dark existence with, who will not only ease my loneliness...but whose fear of me will also be able to feed my power, sustain me & make me stronger. Until the children of the world once again believe in & fear me."
The more he spoke, the less she wanted to hear. Adriana shook her head disbelievingly. "Gee, sounds tempting but . . . I think I'll pass. And don't call me pet." she said wryly.
"Oh, I'm afraid you have no say in the matter, my. . . pet" he chuckled. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. He knew he was getting under her skin and he was enjoying it. "You see, I've chosen you. And you will. Be. Mine." Pitch looked at her so possessively, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Adriana woke suddenly, and sat up so straight, her spinal cord felt almost like it was going to snap.
Breathing heavily, it felt like every inch of her body buzzed with newly found electricity. Looking up, she glanced around. Shivering, she pulled the sheet up over her chest. "Thank goodness," she sighed in relief. "It was just a dream."
"Not quite," came a familiar sultry voice from the shadows.
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