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Worlds Of War	By : Lasski Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 16038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: Deals With The Devil Are Never Over.

                Sarah paced the length of the side ally street while keeping an eye on the sinking sun. Her time for thinking was just about up. Even after the past five days Sarah could still recall, word for word, the conversation after Jareth left.

                Johnny gingerly made his way over to Sarah and knelt down to comfort her. Sarah saw his intention and scrambled away from him, wincing as she saw the flash of hurt pass over his face.

                “Sarah, I’m not going to -” he started but Sarah cut him off.

                “It’s not that, I won’t have you getting hurt because of me. Jar-, the Goblin King made himself perfectly clear. If you… perhaps any male, touches me then there will be consequences.” Sarah couldn’t bring herself to say the fey’s name. At 15 he had been a nightmare who had taken her brother, yet at the end of 13 hours she was able to let him fade away into the night, safe in the knowledge that he would remain in his world and leave her alone in hers. Now he was a frightening reality, a monster who was not confined to his Underground prison and Sarah feared that speaking his name would bring him back and she wasn’t ready to deal with him again so soon.

                Johnny retained the pained look but understanding accompanied it, they were dealing with something that was unpredictable and dangerous. He was not lost on the similarity between the fey and the Superiors.

                Kate pulled Sarah up off the floor and for a second everyone paused to wait and see if the fey would suddenly reappear and bring his wrath down on the Club Squad leader for touching Sarah. Nothing happened and there was a collective sigh of relief. “Only males then, huh” Kate said giving a nervous laugh. “Sooo… Goblin King?”

                Sarah ran a hand through her dark hair and let out a whoosh of air. She knew this would come back to haunt her one-day. “It was before the Superiors came, I used to have a baby brother.” She told them the whole story leaving nothing out, letting them make up their minds whether she was mad or not.

                "It's so incredible" Harold breathed, "an entirely new world.

                "You believe me?"

                "After everything that's happened today I'm ready to believe in anything.

                Sarah lowered her head. “I’m so sorry this happened. I never thought I would see him again. After a while I even thought it was a dream I once had… a really vivid dream that I once thought was real.”

                “No apologies.” Mac ordered, “No one knew this was going to happen.”

                "So that's why he wants you. You two have a history." Lydia said.

                Sarah shrugged.

                "It is this some kind of revenge gig?"

                Sarah shrugged again.

                "May be has some kind of feelings for you - the peach dream, his words at the end and all."

                Sarah gave her a dead pan look.

                "You're right,” Lydia gave a strange short laugh; “I don't think the guy is capable of warm fuzzy feelings."

                "Do his motives really matter?" Sarah sighed, wishing they would all just drop the subject. Maybe if she ignored it this would all turn out to be another vivid dream.

                “Of course they do” Johnny gave her a sharp look that instantly softened when he saw how dejected Sarah was. “If he intends to harm you, really hurt you, then his motives count very much.”

                At first Sarah had wondered why Jareth had given her so much time to think things over, but after a couple days she knew. As the hours passed the need for food was becoming more desperate, the rains had given them some clean water but it wouldn’t last long and she had heard reports of at least three people dying and five more falling ill from lack of medical supplies. The Superiors didn’t need to kill the resistance to stop them; they just needed to wait until they all died off – just like they were doing. The only bright side to the past couple of days was that there had been no more attacks by Force Groups trying to flush them out. Whatever trick Jareth had pulled that night had scared them off for the time being… and if Sarah gave him what he wanted it was so tempting to think how much he could do for the resistance.

                Sarah sighed and walked down another street, keeping an eye and an ear out for trouble despite the compliancy of the last few days. The final rays of daylight were fast growing shorter on the ground. She almost regretted convincing the others that she should do this by herself, but she didn’t want anyone around when she put up her one defense against the Goblin King’s adamancy to have sex with her. It was based entirely upon the fey’s integrity and Sarah knew that it would raise all hell if the others heard it. She hadn’t told the others her one saving grace, her arguments had remained along the lines that she could bargain with the Goblin King better if she knew that everyone was safe out of harm’s way, and that she would sneak out anyway if they didn’t let her.

                ‘Deep breaths Sarah’ she told herself, but peace didn’t come. For a moment she held her breath and even the world around her seemed to still for that one moment. “Jareth, are you there?”

                “Right here Sarah” his voice whispered in her ear causing her to spin around and stumble back from him. Jareth’s lips quirked up at her reaction. “Have you come to a decision?” The sun finally dipped fully behind the horizon.

                “I think I have the right to negotiate first.” Sarah forcibly stopped her shaking nerves and faced Jareth full on. She would not allow any more fear to show through or any other emotion for that matter. She couldn’t afford to allow him to see how he affected her.

                Jareth nodded, “So you do. But I do ask that you make it interesting, you wouldn’t want to bore me.”

                Sarah bit her tongue to stop the sharp retort on the edge of it. She had heard the underlying warning and she was wise enough to heed it. Years of fighting for her life and living in amongst trash had put a curb on her pride - she knew when she had to stomp on it to keep it down. “Jareth,” she began, “this is insane. You don’t want me…”

                “I think I know what I want Sarah” he quietly admonished.

                Sarah continued on as if he hadn’t spoken. “…And if this is some kind of a revenge thing then don’t you think I’m suffering enough living the life I am now? Surely there’s something else that you want. Ask for anything else and I’ll swear that I’ll get it for you. Anything.” Sarah knew she had left herself wide open with that remark and by the smirk on Jareth’s face he knew it too, yet strangely he didn’t comment on it.

                “I only want you,” he said.

                “You can’t have me.” shot back Sarah.

                Jareth closed the small distance between them and Sarah found herself unable to move. Raising one hand he palmed one of her cheeks and stroked the soft skin. “What makes you think you can stop me?”

                “Then why don’t you just take what you want?” Sarah hitched her breath on that one.

                “Where would be the fun in that dear Sarah?”

                His eyes held her frozen and Sarah felt her own prick with unshed tears. How was he able to shatter all her defenses like this? Why couldn’t she hold herself together when he was around? She drew in a shaky breath and closed her eyes against his piercing gaze but it only made things worse as she became acutely aware of his touch, as gentle as the morning breeze yet rushing furiously through her body like a gale. She had to stop this. Had to hope against hope that her one argument would stop him from what he so determinably wanted. “You can’t do this… can’t”

                Jareth lightly brushed his lips over Sarah’s before saying softly against them “I can, and I fully intend to.”

                Sarah felt the pure rush of magic as if flowed into her from that light kiss, felt her body tremble from the strength of its power and felt the first tear fall. “I can’t… I’ve never…”

                “Shhh” he hushed and gathered Sarah’s pliant body against his own before bringing his mouth down on hers.

                It wasn’t the hard demanding kiss she expected from a man who was claiming what he had conquered. His lips slid over hers, caressing, seductive, yet gentle, almost worshipful. Hands skimmed down over her back and trailed teasingly along the top of her bottom before traveling back up, holding her more firmly against him. His tongue reached out to taste her lips, seeking an entry. She tried to refuse him but the magic swirled around them, strong and pulsating and what he was doing felt so good… so very good… Sarah gasped as Jareth gave her bottom lip a small nip then moaned in pleasure as he soothed it over and softly reached out his tongue to entwine with hers. She could taste salt and realized it was her own tears mingled within the kiss. But it didn’t matter anymore; nothing mattered anymore as long as she could stay swept away in this whirlwind of passion that was spiraling out of control - out of her control.

                Jareth moved from her lips and trailed a path down her neck and across to nuzzle softly against her shoulder that had her shivering in need. Sarah’s arms had long since wrapped themselves around Jareth’s neck to hold herself against him. “Sarah” he breathed, “I know you’ve never been with another man.”

                His words broke the spell and it shattered like splattering rain made of ice as she pushed herself away from him. “What?”

                Jareth smirked and Sarah felt the heat rising to her cheeks. “I’ve made sure of it over the years” he continued, “I knew that when you finally came to my bed I would be your first lover, and I intend to make sure that I’ll be the only lover you ever have.”

                ***

                The Boss stood still and didn’t blink. Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating. There was a dry rasp of scales sliding along the ground then a viscous hiss as the incredibly large snake struck out at him. But of course, no harm came to the Boss as the five by five meter high cage held the reptile prisoner. Not long after receiving the news of the strange attack a few nights ago, he had sent out a crew to capture one of the creatures that had supposedly transmorphed from guns. They had only found the one and three men had died trying to catch it. What happened to all the other snakes, no one knew. Perhaps they had gone back to whatever mystical world they had originated from. Whatever the reason, seeing this impossibly gigantic snake in front of him, the Boss could not deny the wild stories from that night. This creature was not of this world.

                Really, the snake was quite beautiful. Its scales were brown, but when reflected in the light they glinted a dark purple and green. It curled, slithered and struck with speed and grace in negative linear with its size; an incredible 30 centimeter in diameters at it’s thickest part and at least ten meters long. The cage really wasn’t big enough for it to comfortable stretch out in. Perhaps he could keep it, train it for his own purposes. What a weapon it would be! If he could gain its loyalty – there was definitely intelligence in those eyes, hatred at being caged – what a formidable protector it could be. Two bad they hadn’t caught a pair so he could breed them, but he wasn’t even sure whether the one he had was male or female.

                “Yi” he beckoned and from the shadows came a small dark-haired woman who couldn’t have been beyond her teenage years. She was his personal assistant and had served him for the past year without fail. “Find me a snake specialist. Give them whatever resources are needed to discover as much as they can about this creature, but no harm must come to it.”

                He put a hand out towards the cage, the material of his robes drifting and falling with his movement so that his hand and wrist was bared. The glittering snake shifted forward, and then almost tentively flicked out its tongue to taste the air, then lower to taste the outstretch hand.

                “I name you Dusk” he spoke softly to it.

                ***

                Ten minutes later the Boss was walking down several corridors towards his personal chambers. He was quietly pleased with the progress from the last few days and that little bit was far too much to have to bow before the Superiors with. They did not like what they viewed as smugness in any degree. Admittedly he had become a little complacent since coming to Seattle, but he was so close to his prize…

                He entered his chambers and pulled the heavy robe that shielded most of his features from his body and tossed it to his bed. Strength was his form, each arm and leg heavily muscled and slightly golden skin was dusted with dark hair. Years before he became a prime servant for the Superiors he found it easier to wear the cloak as he was often told he was a handsome man. The Superiors discouraged such self-indulgent thoughts and his looks were now only useful if there were needed in brining down resistance groups. He also removed his shirt, shoes and socks that all that covered him were pants.

                Moving further through his room, he reaches the back where there are two locked doors. Holding a palm over the locks he whispered a word and there was a click and the doors swung open. The room beyond held the reverent air of a church with gentle candlelight sliding the room into soft shadows. The carpet was a royal blue and the walls were painted to match. Rather than an alter on a raised dais there was a pool of dark water that sat in a dip at end of the room.

                He dropped to his knees and reached for the ceremonial knife. Making a clean slice along the palm of his hand he left some blood fall into the dark pool.

                “I ask that the Superiors grant me an audience.”

                The blood that had dropped into the water merely sat as stained water for a moment then the temperature dropped drastically. The man resisted the urge to shift as the cold froze a thin layer of frost along his bare skin. The bloodied water suddenly spread as if those few drops were bleeding themselves until the entire pool reflected a dark red. The temperature dropped again as the water rose up on its own and took forms of four beings. The Superiors.

                No distinguishing features could be said about these watery forms, except that two were female and two were male – no facial features, no colour beyond the blood red.

                “Servant” one of the male Superiors spoke. “Report to us.”

                In a low tone, without emotion the man replayed all of what had happened over the past few days.

                The instant attention of the Superiors was noticeable.

                “This man, this sorcerer, what did he look like?” demanded the other male.

                “The men report him as tall, having blond hair and dressed entirely in black. He seemed otherworldly.”

                “It is Jareth” one of the women hissed. She turned to the kneeling man. “You will watch this very carefully, servant” she snapped. “You will find all you can about why this man is in Seattle, you will find out what he is doing. You will report to us as soon as you have any information. Do not fail on this, servant.”

                “I will not fail, my lady.”

                The Superiors seemed to relax slightly. “I believe you servant” one of the men spoke, “you have yet to fail us.”

                “You honour me” the man replied without emotion.

                There was a significant pause. “There is a desire inside you, servant,” the woman who had not spoke previously almost whispered, as if there was a secret between them.

                He made no move, did not reply.

                “Do you deny this?”

                He kept his head lowered. “No, my lady.”

                “You must purge yourself of this.”

                “Yes, my lady.”

                “Dismissed.”

                The water splashed down without sound and the presence of the Superiors vanished. The water was again a dark blue pool.

                Obeying the wishes of the Superiors the Boss went back to his bedroom and retrieved his whip. “For you, Sarah” he whispered and started whipping his own back. Each slash open the skin and just as the blood started to run down his back the flesh knitted itself up. Healed. Whole. Yet the agony still lingered.

                “For you, Sarah. Always for you.”
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