Hey folks. Lets get this started. First off sorry for the short first chapter. I promise they'll get longer once the story gets in motion. Also this is a boyxboy story. There will be romance later on. Don't like it, then get out. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Also i have not read the books, but i did do some research so forgive me if you get confused because of the names. I do not own Rise of the Guardians, nor any of the characters. (Though I'd love to own Pitch and Jack)

Image does not belong to me. It is from AngelofHapiness on Deviantart.

please note this is a re-edited chapter( By Namitha)

Now that that's out of the way. Enjoy ^^ -Wolf

Chapter 1

Pitch sat in this lair, staring up at the ceiling. It had been almost a year since he had been defeated by the Guardians. He frowned when he thought about it. All would have gone as planned if it hadn't been for that little icicle, Jack Frost.

He growled to himself, causing a Nightmare that had been standing nearby to take a step back. It hadn't taken him long to power back up enough to escape his hole, only a few weeks really. There was enough fear in the world for him to feed from. It was mostly small things, worry about tests and social life, but it was enough to help him get free.

He'd had a lot of time to think, being trapped just as before. Time to think and plan his revenge against the one who ruined his plan. He wouldn't wait, that would only give Frost time to gain more believers. He'd have to strike as soon as he could. He'd found an advantage, a weakness in the Guardians: Jack Frost.

He had sent his Nightmares out the night he'd first found the hole was open again. He didn't send them to children though, that would come later. He had sent them to spy on the Guardians. North was easy, he never left his shop. Aster was easy as well. It was still a few weeks before Easter, but the rabbit was busy preparing for the up coming day. He was hoping to make it the most spectacular one yet, wanting to make it up to the children for the year before. He was so buried in his preparations that he hadn't left the Warren in almost a month.

The other three were quite tricky. Sanderson had gone back to delivering dreams to the children, meaning he was constantly moving. Toothiana had decided to begin collecting teeth again. She would gather the first tooth a child lost, which meant she was moving a lot as well.

Though Frost didn't move around near as much as the other two, he was still the trickiest to track. He was the only one who moved around during the day, a time when Pitch's Nightmares couldn't. This made him hard to keep track of, so Pitch had been forced to take more risks than he had hoped. He had begun tracking Frost himself during the day, leaving his Nightmares to keep an eye on him at night.

Pitch smirked, thinking about what he had learned. The Guardians all seemed to have a soft spot for the walking snowflake. Frost would go to visit them, and help when he could. They all seemed to think of him as exactly what he was, young and reckless.

Pitch had been startled when he had learned that Frost had moved into North's workshop at the pole, though it wasn't really that surprising. Pitch frowned slightly; thinking about Frost was putting him in a bad mood. No one had thought twice about the boy, not even the Guardians themselves, until the Man in the Moon chose him to be a Guardian. Now, Frost was one of them while Pitch had been cast off as being nobody, ignored, and rejected!

Pitch growled and shot a blast of black sand at one of the many cages hanging from the ceiling, sending it flying to smash against the far wall. Both of them had been abandoned by everyone, and yet that stupid boy was now a Guardian. He had a small, if not strange, family, and the belief of children across the globe. What had Pitch done that forced him to be alone? Pitch snarled and shot more sand at several cages, causing them to shatter.

Soon, he wore himself out, staggering over to his throne and flopping down in it hard. It wasn't fair, but he wasn't worried. He smirked, and leaned back with a chuckle. He spoke to the air, his voice echoing through the room. "Oh yes. He may be a Guardian, but he still makes quite the mess wherever he goes." He laughed, knowing that soon he'd set his plan into motion.