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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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Adriana couldn't hold her tears back anymore. She placed the lantern on a nearby table, threw herself on the bed, curled into a ball & let out all the tears she had been trying to stave off. What was she going to do? she thought, miserably. She had lost her family & her freedom, all in one day.
Pitch had began to walk down the hall when he heard Adriana's soft cries coming through her door. He sighed, an uncomfortable feeling growing in his chest. What was this? He was the King of Nightmares! He didn't feel remorse or guilt! He had no heart! Yet, the tight, uncomfortable feeling in his chest would suggest otherwise. And as he remained just outside her door, his hand drifting over the area where his heart should be, he found himself feeling the need to comfort her. To hold her. To make her smile. Yet he knew that his presence would be the most unwelcome at that moment and he had promised her she could be alone tonight, so he continued his walk down the hallway & glided into the darkness, pondering these strange new feelings.
The Next Day:
Adriana's head was pounding as she sat up. She found herself in a large four-poster bed. The bed was draped in black sheets and a thick black comforter. And down the sides were silk black curtains, shielding her from the rest of her room. It took a moment for her to remember the events of the night before and recall how she found herself in her current predicament.
Adriana slung her legs off the side of her bed and gently pushed the curtains aside, finally taking a look around the dimly lit room that she was in.
It was a large room. On the far wall was a single door, where Pitch had exited the night before. Her stomach clenched at the thought of him. He frightened her. And the worst part was, he knew it! It was one of the main reasons he claimed to want her. Her fear fueled his power, she thought contemptuously.
Adriana took a few deep breaths, calming herself down and deciding to explore the room she was in. She walked over to the door, and ran her hand down the side of it, feeling the strong wooden texture beneath her fingers. Odd because the walls were all cold, grey stone.
By the end of her bed was a shelf. More specifically a book shelf. She walked over to it and gently ran her fingers along the spines of the books. She picked one up and looked at the title. Beauty and the Beast. How appropriate! Well, except for the whole 'he was a cursed prince and they lived happily ever after' bit.
She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, placing the book gently back on the shelf and standing up. Adriana backed away from the shelf and held her head in her hands.
Adriana turned slowly, and saw a wooden door identical to the exit. That must be the bathroom, she thought. Glancing to the side, she noticed yet another door and walked over to it, curious. She let her hand travel down to the brass handle and slowly turned it, opening the door widely. The door led to a large wardrobe.
She stared in disbelief at the contents of the closet. There was a single black dress hanging inside. The front was knee length while the back would trail down to her ankles. It was made from a beautiful wispy material that would flow around her when she walked. Just like the green dress from her dream! Adriana glanced down to see a simple pair of black ballet flats to match the dress.
She glanced around for a moment, not sure if Pitch might be lurking in the shadows. She didn't get the feeling of being watched, though. Adriana quickly stripped out of her white tank top & pajama bottoms and slipped on the dress. She bent down to slide the shoes on her feet as well. The clothes were soft & silky and a perfect fit, she thought wryly.
She turned in a circle, feeling the dress fly up slightly when she spun, loving how whimsical she felt in the new clothing.
Then she froze. Pitch had given her these clothes, and she'd willingly worn them. Adriana felt light-headed suddenly. She glanced around again & saw a vanity in the corner, complete with an ornate mirror that appeared to be framed in twisted black metal vines. She walked over to the vanity, picked up the comb that lay there & quickly ran it through her short hair. The best part of having short hair, she thought, is it doesn't require much upkeep. She sighed. Not that it mattered, now that she was a prisoner. There has to be a way out of here, she thought, grabbing the lantern Pitch had provided for her the night before.
Without another glance around, Adriana cautiously opened the door and slipped outside, into the hallway. This was her chance! she thought. She had to try to escape now, before Pitch came looking for her.
Adriana quickly & quietly as possible, scurried down the hallway, looking for an exit. She came upon the main hall, where she and Pitch had first arrived last night. She immediately noticed the globe again with its millions of twinkling lights. For some odd reason, the sight of all those glowing lights filled her with....hope? Hmm.
She shook her head of her musings. It was time to leave. Now. She looked around at all the different tunnels and tried to decide which one to take. Making her best judgement call, she chose one & entered the dark tunnel, thankful she had remembered to bring the lantern along.
What she hadn't guessed on was that the tunnel had many other tunnels and doors and stairs that connected to it. And she kept having to choose another path & another and none of them seemed to lead anywhere but to more pathways! She continued like this for what seemed like hours.
Finally, frustrated and tired, she couldn't help it when she leaned against the stone wall and slid down to sit on the stairs she was currently climbing. She set the lantern down beside her and put her head in her hands rubbing her temples as she tried to relieve the pain there. Adriana took some more deep breaths and leaned her head against the wall her eyes shut tightly. She was lost. Horribly and inexplicably lost. Tears came to her eyes at that moment but she wiped them away furiously. No! No more crying. She had done enough crying to last her a lifetime. She would get out of here. She had to.
Suddenly her hands were gently replaced with a cool touch along her forehead, making its way into her hair.
Her eyes opened quickly and she found herself looking right into Pitch's golden-yellow eyes. She jerked back, hitting her back against the hard rock. She groaned in pain when the rock dug into her back and her head pounded again.
Pitch was looking down at her with concern as he reached out for her. "No." She muttered, pushing herself away from him.
He ignored her and quickly scooped her up in his arms, despite her protest and pulled her snugly against his chest.
"Pitch!" She groaned, pushing away from him. "Put me down!" She protested, pulling herself away from the tall man, only to have him pull her gently back into his lean form.
He refused. "No." He argued, continuing down the stairs. "Did I not tell you that you would become lost if you tried to run away?" He reprimanded. "Did I not warn you that I would catch you?"
Adriana said nothing. There was nothing to say. She merely glared angrily at him and refused to put her arms around him. Forcing him carry her full weight with his arms. He didn't seem to be having any trouble, though, she thought grumpily as he glided down the stairs effortlessly with her in his strong arms.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Pitch used the shadows to transport them. They appeared suddenly to be in a large library. Wall to wall books filled the shelves that went all the way to the tall ceiling. A large fireplace with the black, skeletal horses Pitch called Night Mares carved into the mantle, was lit with a roaring fire. The crackling of the wood as it burned was the only sound in the room.
He set her down in a nearby armchair "Stay here for a moment." He said in his smooth deep voice.
She nodded, tightly gripping the arm of the chair till her knuckles turned white.
A few minutes later Pitch came back with a glass of wine. He gently handed it to her and when she took it she was careful not to allow their fingers to brush against each other.
Adriana took small sips of the wine, careful not to take too much of it at once. Finally after a few moments of gently sipping her wine she looked at Pitch who was sitting in the chair next to her. His long fingers were steepled as he watched her thoughtfully, his head tilted slightly.
"Why do you have all those cages in the main hall?" she asked cautiously, not knowing what else to say.
He looked at her, amused. She sounded exceedingly nervous. Did she think he would put her in a cage as punishment for trying to run away? Perhaps he would just let her think that. A wave of her fear hit him, filling him with power and he had to stifle a moan. "I used them once, a long time ago." He said, not going into any more detail. He took the glass from her and sipped from it himself, before setting it down on a nearby table.
Adriana decided to leave the glass there, feeling like she had had enough wine for now. She needed to keep a clear head. She stood up on shaky legs and walked away from the Nightmare King and over towards the bookshelves. She could feel his yellow gaze on her back as he watched her thoughtfully. It made the back of her neck prickle & she felt goosebumps appear on her arms.
She perused the books, her fingers gently moving along the spines, but she didn't really feel like reading. She just couldn't sit still as he stared at her like that.
Suddenly she felt a presence behind her.
Pitch.
She felt him right behind her, touching his chest to her back. "This one, my dear, is an excellent choice." He offered, taking a step forwards so she was forced against the shelf as he leaned against her and selected a tome from over her head.
She spun around, wanting to take a step back so she could get some space but was unable to with the bookshelf pressed against her back.
"Um, I'd like to go back to my room now, actually." She said nervously. She ducked under his arm and darted away. Then she remembered getting lost & realized she would need him to take her to her room. "Please."
She tensed as he approached her and took her chin in between his fingers."As I told you last night, dear one, you will be seeing much of me from now on. Hiding in your room from me won't work, I'm afraid."
"I-I'm not hiding from anything." She stuttered. "Why would I hide? I'm not afraid."
"Come now my dear, there is no need to lie to me. I know how much I terrify you." He smirked. "It's the one thing I always know. People's greatest fears." He said softly as he ran a long, cool finger across her chin and down the curve of her neck, causing her to shiver. "But I also know how much you desire me." He said, lowering his head & causing her eyes to widen in shock. "I felt how much you enjoyed my kiss." He spoke against her lips.
She didn't know what to say. She was angry because he was right. She was afraid of him and she did desire him. She pulled her face away. She was physically and emotionally exhausted from spending nearly the entire day trying to find a way to escape and failing. And she was hungry, she realized with a start. She had been so caught up that she hadn't even thought about food.
Pitch must've been thinking the same thing, for he waved his hand and a table appeared with a place set for one, and a steaming plate of food for her.
"What about you?" She asked
"I don't require food for survival." He said sardonically. "I feed off of the fear of others."
Of course, she thought with contempt. How could she have forgotten?
"Of course, once we are united, you will no longer require food, either."
"W-what?" She stuttered.
He smirked, sensing her discomfort. "Well, once we've said our vows & consummate our union, you will become immortal, like me, my pet."
"Our vows?" She squeaked. She was too astonished to reprimand him for calling her 'pet.' "Immortal?!"
"You may think I am a monster, dearling, but I do have some honor. We will be wed."
"W-when?" She stuttered, panic beginning to set in.
"Soon. On the next full moon. I wish for the man in the moon,... may he forever rot in the sky,... to bear witness to our union. It will strengthen our bond & I will grow much more powerful. I want him to see that he and his wretched Guardians could not defeat me for long."
"The man in the moon?" She asked, confused. "But, there's no such thing. . .is there?"
"You can believe in the Boogeyman but not all the other creatures of lore?"
"Touché. So...Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, all the stories from my childhood....they're all real?"
"And the leprechaun, and fairies and unicorns and... Jack Frost." He sneered the last with contempt.
"From your tone I take it you don't like them very much."
"That, my dear," he sighed, "is a story for another night. Please," he gestured that she should sit.
She took a seat and began eating as Pitch picked up the unfinished glass of wine & sipped it in silence.
When she was finished, the table and it's contents vanished in a dark cloud.
"Have I told you how ravishing you look, by the way?" Pitch asked smoothly. "That dress suits you."
". . . Th-Thank you." She said, uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
"You're welcome." He said, amused. "In time, you will find that I can be quite pleasant company, if you give me the opportunity."
"Give you the opportunity?" She asked incredulously, her fear & nervousness suddenly replaced by anger. She stood up and began to pace. "You threatened my sister, kidnaped me and you're holding me prisoner!"
"Don't think of this place as a prison, my pet." He said soothingly. "Think of it as a kingdom where you are the queen."
Adriana felt her eyes begin to brim with tears. His words caused her to realize that she was probably never going to get out of here. Not if he had any say in the matter.
Sensing her turmoil, Pitch decided it was time to call it a night. For her, anyway. He still had places to be and nightmares to create. "Come, my dear. I'll take you back to your quarters. You need rest."
He reached for her but she pulled back, angry because he had foiled her escape attempt & not wanting him to touch her. "No, I don't want to rest. I want to go home!" Suddenly, however, she felt a wave of drowsiness come over her and her legs gave out from under her. The bastard was using his powers to make her sleep, she realized. Pitch caught her before she fell and lifted her into his strong arms.
"Put me down, Pitch." She protested, weakly. "I can walk on my own."
"You can barely stand on your own, much less walk." He said sardonically, refusing to pass up this opportunity to hold her in his arms.
He carried her down the hall an into her room, where he lay her gently upon the bed. She had already succumbed to sleep.
"Goodnight, my queen." He whispered, placing a gentle kiss upon her forehead. "Pleasant nightmares." Pitch left without another word, shutting the door gently behind him.
She curled herself up in a ball, and snuggled into her pillow. That night, she was completely unburdened by dreams of any kind.
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