Hello everyone! Thanks sooo much for the awesome reviews! They made me type faster! And now, I bring you another chapter with a parody of Jack's Lament, obviously to be called Amelia's Lament! Oh and this chapter is short, sorry about that...

The restless princess tossed and turned for most of the night before finally deciding to get up around one in the morning

The restless princess tossed and turned for most of the night before she finally decided to get up in the early hours of the morning.

"I've got to find a way to get to sleep." She commented drearily in her still half-asleep state.

Amelia glanced over to the large grandfather clock in the corner of her room. It then began to chime one in the morning. She then turned her head toward the large window, which was still covered by the thick, red drapes. After she tossed the covers off of herself and got out of bed, she walked over to the curtains and pulled them open.

'Maybe the light from the moon will help me fall asleep.' She thought as she pulled on the black rope that drew the drapes open. The pale light spilled into her room as though the moon had been trying to let its light shine through the entire night but with no avail.

Unconsciously, she slid the glass door aside and walked out onto her balcony. She leaned against the railing as she stared absent-mindedly to the moon. Her unanswered questions that still buzzed in her head finally seemed to calm down as she gazed, a serenity of peace washed over her which she gratefully welcomed. She let out a deep sigh of relief as she closed her eyes for a moment and let the feeling of tranquility overcome her senses. A strange feeling then swept over her when she opened her eyes again and gazed at the moon. For some reason, she felt inclined to just walk, walk out to the very cemetery where she had met Jack almost seven years ago.

"I feel as if something is calling me to that cemetery." She stated to herself, "I don't know why, but I feel that I must go."

Giving into the strange urge, she levitated herself off of her balcony and onto the ground. Her bare feet touched the cool, though dead grass beneath her and woke her enough to actually comprehend where she was going and what was happening. She closed her eyes again and opened them, determined to go wherever her soul wanted to take her.

She walked down the old, worn path to the cemetery. She arrived at the gate and when she pushed it open, the creaking noise it made was very eerie. However, the haunting sound didn't faze Amelia, but that's to be expected of the Princess of Halloween isn't it?

When she entered, the feeling that led her there practically vanished and was replaced with another one. Depression took its hold on her and she looked down at the ground as she walked aimlessly through the graveyard. She began to think about something that has nagged at her in the back of her mind for a while.

"I don't know why but I feel like there's something missing, missing from my heart." She thought aloud. "I am so very fortunate to have all of these great things happen to me. Becoming Princess of Halloween, being put in charge of the very holiday, and befriending Jack, whom I know I can depend on." She sighed, "But there's still something…something that my soul is crying out for, but what?"

She lightly hugged herself as she wandered through the graveyard and gazed at the moon above her. She felt that she needed to let out what she's been bottling up inside. She took a deep breath, and began to sing. She sang her heart out and made animated gestures to even further express the hole she felt that had grown within her heart.

There are few who deny my talents of fright,

That have become feared far and wide.

When it comes to spells and the eerie potion,

I bewitch without even a single thought.

With just one single note of my mystical voice,

I have had monsters and ghouls at my feet.

With a wave of my hand and my Latin flow,

I have become a sorceress to fear.

She moved elegantly among the tombstones, like a wondering spirit. She danced to her own song in a way that was completely her own for no one watched her, so she didn't hold back.

Yet for some odd reason, my heart is aching,

And I've grown so weary from my constant searching.

And I, Ami! Jack's true and only heir,

Have become so tired of my heart breaking.

Her fluid movements with each step that she took had further shown the unknown sorrow that had locked itself within her heart. As if she had been dancing her whole life, Amelia gracefully made her way up Spiral Hill and came to a halt once she had reached the top.

Oh somewhere deep inside of my soul,

An emptiness began to grow

There's something out there my heart longs for,

A feeling that I've never known

I'm the Daughter of Fright, an angel of the night.

And I can send my victims into a trance.

Was once a fearful child, but now I'm fear itself!

Why now I'm known throughout England and France!

Dead I may not be, but Halloween is within me,

That's why Jack put me onto the throne!

For there's no one else who can terrorize like I can,

With but just a little hypnotic tone.

But who here would ever be able see?

To truly understand the mere girl that I am,

And fill this hole that has grown within my heart.

I feel that it's always been there, right from the start.

With cat-like grace, she descended the hill, which uncurled beneath her bare feet so that she may reach the ground below with no effort at all.

Oh there's an empty place in my soul,

That calls out for something unknown.

The fame and praise that will come this year,

Won't quench the longing that causes my tears.

She was still rather sad, but glad that she got her strange emotion out of her system for, at least, the time being. She soon found herself walking to a rather familiar looking tombstone. It was the very one that she had cried her eyes out upon nearly seven years ago, the very same one where she had first met Jack. As she approached it, she noticed that the grave was underneath a weeping willow. She had never noticed it until now. She kneeled before the stone and, out of simple curiosity, she decided to see who it was that was buried beneath the place of such a precious memory. She squinted as she tried to read the name but the letters had been worn away. All that remained were two letters, the first letter of the first name and the first letter of the last name.

"E.B" she read aloud, "So this person has the initials of E.B." She then looked at the rest of the tombstone and found the birth and death years. "1837 to 1853." She thought for a moment, "They only lived to be sixteen!" she exclaimed. "Hmm, and they lived during the beginning of the Victorian Era, interesting…"

She sat next to the stone and then gazed back up at the moon. After a few moments, she decided to survey the scene around her. It was dark, save for the bright glow of the moon. The stars shone, albeit dimly. There were dead trees spread throughout, and in front of Spiral Hill was a pumpkin patch. Many of the tombstones throughout the cemetery were crosses and bent at awkward angles.

"You know," she addressed no one in particular, "I would've probably been scared out of my wits right now had I not come to Halloween Town and met Jack." She chuckled lightly, "I really owe a lot to him actually, though mostly for helping me to overcome my fears. And getting back at John, Trevor, and Cody of course." She laughed again.

"All these great things have happened to me and it's all just because I fell through a hole in a hollow tree." She sighed, "Yet, I feel as though there's a space in my heart that is as empty as that very tree. What is it that makes my heart ache so much? My life is so much more than I could have asked for, but still…" her sentence remained unfinished as her mind began to wonder.

She brushed her fingers lightly over the worn name on the stone. A strange thought occurred to her, "I wonder if Jack was ever human…" she spoke aloud and then sat up a little straighter and actually began to ponder the idea. "I wonder where he lived and what he looked like." She cocked her head to the side and stared up at the moon as she started to imagine many various images of what he possibly looked like when he was alive, that is, if he ever was. She laughed lightly to herself for she was having a lot of trouble picturing The Pumpkin King looking any different than what he already was.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by and sent a cold chill down her spine. She shivered a little and hugged herself in attempt to keep warm.

"Amelia…" a faint voice whispered.

"Huh?" the mentioned girl stood up and whipped around to find the person who spoke her name. However, she was only met with the trees and graves behind her. "Who's there?" she asked as she turned around to look in a different direction.

"Amelia…" it said her name once more, barely audible.

"Show yourself!" the wary princess demanded as she again tried to locate the origin of the sound.

"Leave…" the voice spoke again, this time in a harsher tone.

"Not until you tell me who you are!" she yelled, actually becoming a little frightened.

"You're no longer safe…" it had become calm once more, "Leave…"

Amelia had a confused expression as her eyes continued to search for the source of the eerie voice. "Why must I leave?" she tried a nicer approach in hopes of finding some answers "Why am I not safe?"

"Beware the music of the night…" was the answer the voice gave.

"Huh?" she was more confused than ever, "What does that mean?"

She did not receive a reply for the voice had disappeared along with the cold wind. Everything around her was now still and silent as death. It chilled her to the bone, even with the absence of the breeze.

The young princess hugged herself again as if to banish the scary feeling that crept over her.

"Even in Halloween Town I can't escape the weirdness that seems to be following me everywhere!" she heaved a deep sigh of defeat and began to tread slowly back to town. "This all because I was born ten days before Halloween isn't it?" she asked no one in particular as she exited the cemetery, silently hoping that the voice wouldn't reply.

Once she had closed the gate and was several yards away from the cemetery, a tall shadow walked out from behind a tree near the entrance.

"Ten days before Halloween eh? Hmm…" the moonlight hit it to reveal that the shadow was none other than Jack Skellington.

IMPORTANT! Jack is NOT the weird voice. I'm going to explain that in the next chapter, I just didn't anyone making the wrong assumption. Hope you enjoyed it! Please review! It makes me type faster!