Morticia awoke with an uneasy feeling. Something powerful was in the house. She silently went to check on the baby, her godson named Victor, only to see the wet nurse talking to a man that had power rolling off him in waves.
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Jareth was surprised to find the wisher didn't want the child back, this hardly ever happened.
"You would trade the child for this dream crystal?" he asked, still incredulous, as he rolled the crystal back and forth on the back of his hands.
"The hell she is." came a new voice. He looked behind the wisher to see a woman that was barely dressed. The only article she wore that was identifiable to him were chunky, black bracelets. It was obvious she had just woken due to the disarray of her hair, what he could see of it, since it appeared that she had most of it pulled together at the base of her neck. The new female reminded him of one of the Fae women. "He is my godson and the only reason you have a job."
"That ungrateful brat bit me!" cried the first woman. The Fae-like woman grew still at this, murderous rage in her eyes. Jareth felt the room get colder, but didn't feel any magic but his own.
"Victor is a baby." she said this with a deadly calm. "He doesn't like you because he can tell there is no love in your dealings with him. You are here because of the sob story you told me. I knew it was a lie, but I don't turn away people in need. After this, though, you are going to disappear to behind the door I told you to never open. You will be subjected to everything you hate, and no one will care that filth like you has vanished."
"You can't-!" a twitch of the Fae-like woman's hand and the wisher was sprawled on the floor.
"That was interesting." Probably the most entertaining thing he had seen in a few centuries.
"Yes." the woman agreed. "Now, how do I get my godson back?"
"Well, you must run through my labyrinth to my castle, all within thirteen hours." Standard procedure. This woman, though, made something inside of him loosen. He would admit that she was very beautiful, even more so than Sarah, but it was how she acted to this situation that he found appealing.
"I see." she said. "Would you please allow me a few moments to deal with this cow and get properly dressed?"
"Certainly, dear lady." As alluring as her current outfit was, particularly to a Fae (a being that was sensitive to touch, and all that bare skin was tantalizing), she wasn't dressed to deal with the dangers of the labyrinth. And he was sure she wanted to lock up the wisher. "I shall wait here."
"Thank you. I will be back shortly." Jareth watched as she grabbed the wisher's feet and dragged the incompetent creature out the door. What a strange female. He was certain that he had never seen one take this sort of situation so calmly. She handled the unexpected similar to the Fae Queen, Titania, and she dealt with the violence like a warrior. If he wasn't careful he would be head over magic in love with her, just like with Sarah.
Wait. What?
"Let go!" shouted the wisher from somewhere further in the house.
"Shut up!" a heavy thud followed, almost like a body hitting a wall. "Dammit, now I have to clean up your blood, you stupid bint."
Jareth was sure that this whole affair would prove to be entertaining for centuries afterward.
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Morticia slammed Connie, stupid bitch, into a chair and quickly (along with very fucking tightly) strapped her to it with the leather straps. When she got back, oh when she got back, bitch here was going to start testing out her new biochemical concoctions. The last person's heart gave out from fear, and possibly poisoning. Always pleasant to have a new guinea pig.
Swinging by the kitchen, as it was on the way, she grabbed two bottles of water and a bag of dehydrated meat. Her prepared survival pack had all but the water, and she thought some more food would be good.
After returning to her room she put the extras into the pack and thought. She didn't know what dangers she would face, if any, in this 'labyrinth' that the man talked about. Best to be prepared, she finally decided. After taking off her basketball shorts, leaving on her sports bra and underwear, she strapped on a couple dozen weapons. She then pulled on a pair of jeans (loose enough to allow free movement and it had slits so she could access the weapons on her legs), a tank top, a tunic style shirt (long sleeves, and lace up front), and special boots (her weapons company had really outdone themselves on this. A mechanism to pop out a small blade at the front, and the heels concealed vials of truth serum. Not to mention that they looked stylish. She loved these boots so damn much).
She took her hair out of the braid, quickly running her fingers through it, and put it up in a ponytail. She put on the survival pack (small and easily concealed by her hair), and went back to Victor's room.
If Bailee could see her now, going to all this trouble for her son, Morticia was certain she would either be laughing her ass off or crying from the fact Morticia had to do something dangerous again. Maybe both, the woman got so emotional after having Victor.
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Jareth looked at the pictures on the walls. They mainly featured the babe with a large woman. He wouldn't say the woman was ugly, but she wasn't exactly to the standards of the Fae woman either.
There was a beauty to how she looked at the baby, a glow surrounded her that was . . . loving, beautiful. It changed the whole picture from a tired mother that just gave birth to a masterpiece of majesty.
