Jack walked along the snow covered trail into the forest that haunted his dreams for a few weeks now. He was reminiscing about all that had happened a few months ago, how he became a Guardian after he saved the others…and Jamie. Jamie was his first believer, and for that he will always cherish him. But what about when Jamie grows up? Will he still believe? It is troubling how the adults don't truly believe, even after the impressive final sand war. I mean, gold dinosaurs and fish and birds dashing through the city isn't proof enough of magic? He laughed to himself. But now what would Jack do? The battle is over, the war was won, he had believers, he existed…but what now? He had no holiday to plan for, no special events aside from a snowball fight or two…Do I just float around nipping noses forever as the saying goes?

Finally Jack settled upon the lake from that fateful night. He plopped himself into the snow and stared into the ice patterns etched into the frozen water. A shadow loomed over him.

"Still lonely?" a voice droned behind him. He recognized the voice, the low pitched rumble, the sophisticated tone. The voice of Pitch Black, nightmare extraordinaire.

"Still alive? I'm surprised." Jack responded, not turning around.

"You didn't answer the question, Jack. Are you still lonely?" Pitch persisted.

"Does it matter, Pitch? All of us…spirits…are lonely. That's why all we can do is have fun."

"Fun. I tried to have my fun, Jack, but you and your Guardian friends ended it. Until now."

"Is that why you tracked me here Pitch? Just so you could tell me you have another plan? The nightmares won't work again. We'll stop you."

"Well my dear boy, they'd have to stop us."

"Us? I'm not working with-" suddenly black tendrils wrapped around Jack's throat, cutting off his words. They wrapped around his hands and feet, until he was completely bound, his staff was kicked away by another tendril. He tried to speak but the black sand was pressed firmly against his lips, the grains almost cutting into his lips and skin.

Pitch moved the tendrils so that Jack's icy blue eyes glared into his yellow ones. He smiled slow and wide, pleased with his capture. It was easy, he planted dreams into Jack's head every so often that it eventually influenced him to come to the lake, alone, and without anyone knowing. Jack was reliable in that sense, he was too prideful to ask for help, too thick headed to know it was a trap.

"You just need some convincing, Jack. You just need a little bit of darkness inside you." With those words a black tendril slid its way over Jack's crotch, a single hard stroke he felt clearly through his pants. Jack shuddered in disgust, and figured it was an accident. Of course, Pitch relied on Jack's denial. It would make everything sweeter in the end.

"Your innocence will be my pleasure to shatter. I can't wait to begin." With that, Pitch and Jack disappeared into the night. Man in the Moon watched silently, dreading what Jack would undergo, but knowing it was necessary for Jack's true test.

Jack Frost awoke on the ground, his hands were tied and he was shirtless, the ground was frosted over where he lay. He turned to find that he was in a dark cave and was angry with himself for being caught so easily.

"The frost prince awakes." Pitch's voice sneered.

"What do you want, out with it." Jack yelled, his voice echoing into the darkness.

"Isn't it obvious?" Pitch's voice answered, closer this time, but still distant.

"World domination?" Jack sighed.

"You." Pitch whispered hotly into his ear, he jumped and went to kick him with his free leg but Pitch wasn't there.

"And then the world." Pitch continued, away from jack again.

"Why me? Because we make pretty black ice sculptures when we fight?" Jack asked mockingly.

"I have needs, Jack. You're the only one I've met who shares the same predicament as I. They will stop believing in you, Jack. You don't have any special days dedicated to you, when people refer to you, you are a saying for the winter chill. You are not happiness or joy, but merely an expression for how cold the weather is for fewer and fewer people. Your precious Jamie will become an adult and will cease to truly believe in you, and then you will truly be alone again. But you have me, jack. We'll have each other, and then the whole world will believe in us because they will fear us, forever."

"It doesn't matter if they stop believing in me," Jack argued, "I will not take away their happiness…their fun just to be seen." Jack argued incredulously.

"When it's dark, it gets cold. When it gets cold, there's the absence of light….darkness. We come hand in hand. Why not obey the laws of nature and be together?" Pitch coolly responded.

"Be together or did you mean work together…" Jack was finally catching on to Pitch's underlying message. He wanted Jack in ways Jack did not want to begin to imagine.

"Both. You will love me. We have all the time in the world, us lonely spirits. Like I said at the lake, you just need a little bit of darkness inside you.

"No, no way, you sicko. You sick…Ugh, there's no way. Why…How…Why would you even…"

"You have no choice. Sure, maybe eventually you could escape, but then Jamie would be in danger. You wouldn't want that, would you? And you know that I am certainly not above killing the child to get what I want. And I want you."

"Stay away from him!" Jack shouted.

"And you call me the sicko? That boy is so young and you took a fancy to him didn't you?"

"He's like a little brother, don't even try to bring me down to your level!"

"You watch him sleep at night. Some nights you lay next to him...caressing his face. I can tell what you were desiring, even if your conscious mind won't acknowledge it, you wanted him."

"How long have you…"

"Been watching? Ever since you defeated me. I hid in the shadows, watching, waiting, and manipulating even your dreams to lead you to the lake."

"I will never join you." Jack Frost vowed.

"I love the conviction in your voice, but soon you will shouting my name, and my name will be the only thing you know when I am done with you."

The shadows loomed over Jack's body, and black tentacles of sand found their way to the top of his pants, threatening to pull down.

"Please…don't do this…I'm begging you."

"Soon you will be begging me for more. I can not wait." Pitch smiled deviously then, and descended upon his captive with carnivorous dersire.

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