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Pitch

Utter disbelief filled me, dragging me into a sitting position on my bed. A pair of eyes illuminated the room better than any torch, both glowing as if they were a pair of miniature moons. It had to be a dream, just another hallucination to tear another piece off of me. What a shame, there are so very few bits of me left. The vision had hair that fell in shadowy ribbons to its waist, flickering in the torchlight. The skin of the apparition was a light grey, like a neatly polished stone. The mere sight of it stole my breath away. I found myself sliding off of the bed, feet dropping like lead to the floor as I did so. Something stirred within me, compelling me to go towards the vision. I trudged, having to force myself to find the will to move forward, and found myself leaning over her/it.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" it repeated the question with a voice that tugged at my heart, a voice of stunning familiarity. It couldn't be real, could it? She couldn't really be here, could she?

We All Secretly Know Who This Is

He was the monster that haunted me in my childhood, tormented me through my life. He was the embodiment of shadows, hiding under my bed and filling me with fear. He was looking at me, his gaunt face and sharp features burning themselves as a memory in my mind as he leaned over with dark eyes that held my worst fears, words falling off cruel lips, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

He didn't respond at first, and I merely smiled up at him. Small dimples appeared at the corners of my smile, and he reached up hesitantly to cradle the right side of my face. I leaned into his touch, having missed the cool feel of the palm of his hand. It pained me to see him in this state. His robe clung lifelessly to a form that had obviously grown too thin for it. His cheeks were far more hallow than I remembered, his eyes bearing dark circles as evidence of many, many sleepless nights. Even a spirit such as he could not survive long without properly caring for himself.

"I guess I am," he finally replied, and I cherished the dry chuckle that left him. It reminded me that he was still alive. I hadn't wished to be apart from him for so long. The Man in the Moon and I... Well, we had to come to terms of sorts. It had taken longer than I had wanted it to. I wish none of that mattered, that us finally being able to be together would be enough to make it all worth it. But then I look back up into eyes darkened with nightmares, fear, pain, sorrow, regret, and so much more horrid things and it feels as if I have betrayed him. I did this to my love.

The Day I Died

I looked up at the man, seeing grey skin and golden eyes. He looks pained, shocked even. A part of me pulls towards him and a voice flickers through my mind.

"What would you give to be with the man you love?" the voice whispers the question, it sounds as if it is the air itself speaking to me, blowing in my ear softly.

"It's Pitch Black, you know him," there is a fairy, the Tooth fairy, and the name she speaks jogs a memory in me, somewhere deep down and buried beneath more mental blocks than I can conceive. One vision makes it through, however. It's me, cuddling in a pair of arms as I begin to fall asleep. It's a man named Pitch, breathing gently against the back of my neck as he sleeps peacefully. It's a comfortable chill that comes with the presence of the body next to mine. It's a warmth that makes the beating of my heart all the more clear. It's the first seed of love, planting itself into my chest and preparing to grow into something so much bigger than anyone could possibly imagine.

'Anything,' my answer to the voice is clear.

"Remember," the voice replies, and I know just what it means as I approach the man I love. The man I forgot. The man I remember.

"Pitch," my hand moved to cup his cheek and an onslaught of memories and emotions assaulted me. Falling into darkness with only the faraway feeling of his presence to keep me anchored to reality, standing in my own mind and trying to figure out how to keep from losing the one man I cared about more than anyone else, looking at my half-dead body in a mirror as he told me that he cared about me. A stranger coming into my home when I was five and had lost everyone I knew and loved. "I remember you."

Artemis

"Well, now you don't have to be. I'm here to guide you through it. We'll face it, together," I laced the fingers of my left hand with those of his right. The smile on his face was a sad one, as if he thought that I would crumble to dust before his eyes yet again.

"You don't have to lie, you know. I know you're just going to leave again. You always do, and that's okay. Just please don't ask for another piece of me. I don't know how much more is left," his voice was emotionless and hollow and I just wanted to bring my Pitch back. This Pitch was defeated, decimated by all the pain that comes with a shattered heart.

"I'm not leaving, not this time, not ever again," my right hand covered his left where it still sat, cradling the side of my face as if I were porcelain. We'd both been broken so many times, that we both knew we would have to be careful. We were delicate spirits, who's fates were twisted and tangled together as if on the whim of some idiotic Boogeyman that got nosy and decided to enter a certain house on one fateful night. Maybe that wasn't a bad thing though. Maybe, just maybe, we could put the pieces back together. And if we didn't have enough? Then we could always complete each other, and that wasn't a bad thing either.

Me (I just want to do this)

Two intertwined spirits held one another in the moonlight, they're bodies laid out across the grass as a light breeze blew over them. One of them fed off of the fear of children. The other lived off of the love that came with comforting the children. A new story had begun, written on paper by a french girl with multi-colored hair and a knack for quoting movies in French. It was about a girl that befriended the Boogeyman. Her name was Artemis, and she was the Boogeyman's true love. The story goes that whenever the Boogeyman frightens you, she appears to comfort her love. She places a kiss upon your forehead, telling you that it is a magic kiss that shields you from harm, and will tell you any bedtime story you ask. They say she travels by moonlight, and that she was the lost child of the Moon. Artemis carries a large book around with her, one full of any bedtime story a kid could wish for. And during the night, when the moon's light dances across the pages, you could swear you saw the story dancing before your very eyes.

She comes especially to those afraid of the dark. Her very existence seems to hold darkness and fear at bay. She is the Huntress, hunting for Nightmares so that she may lull the children back into the land of dreams.

There is one branch of the tale that tells of the Huntress's dog, a loyal pet that resembled a husky, and another of a certain French companion to the Huntress; but those are both stories for another time.

For now, we shall end the tale of the Huntress and the Boogeyman. Two spirits that were afraid of the dark, had found one another. They completed each other, making one another better. Their first kiss was not, how you say, full of sparks; but they both could trust that their last would not be for a long time, as long as they had each other.

As for the Huntress's family? They were the first to here the tale of the Huntress from the rainbow-haired companion of the Huntress. They were the first believers. The family of the Huntress was special, and the Man in the Moon was kind enough to allow them to see their daughter. The Huntress would visit whenever she could, and they would welcome her, and her husband, into their home with open arms.

And that concludes our tale.

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