AN: Anyways, in response to the reviews I've been getting: Yes, I've read GND. While I've read a few pages of Roommates, I find myself enjoying the life of the girls, with Jareth as slightly crazy stalker, always using his crystals to peep on girls in the bath.
Disclaimer: None of the Labyrinth issues are the property of the Jim Henson Co. Any other resemblances to other characters/series are simply the result of me being really bad at thinking of names...
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The Devil Does Exist
By: DemonSaya
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"Finally! VACATION!" Sarah winced as Christine and Elizabeth squealed in her ear. She'd managed to avoid discussing the events of the week prior, and she'd been ignoring the dark looks Marc had been giving her on a near-daily basis, because at least for now, she'd disregarded his threat. For the time being, she was contenting herself with being the lover of the Goblin King.
"So what are you two doing?" She asked, swirling a carrot stick in ranch dressing.
Christine giggled. "Raoul and I are staying, hanging around the school." She pretended to swoon. "He likely wont let me leave his room."
Elizabeth grinned. "Will rented a beach house. We're going to get cozy by the fire and the waves. How about you and his Nibs?"
Sarah smiled vaguely. "He has to go home." She saw surprise on their faces.
"B-but this is the first vacation you've had a boyfriend! Why aren't you two spending it together?!"
She shrugged slightly. "He left his brother looking after things back home, and he's a little worried about what's going on there." With a wave, as though it didn't matter, she bit into her carrot. "Besides, if I don't go home, I'll hear about it. Toby's birthday is in a week, and he'll be out for blood if I'm a no-show."
"You make him sound vindictive!"
Sarah chuckled. "Not vindictive, inventive." She shrugged helplessly. "Besides, I'm sure I'll be kept occupied for those few weeks."
"Well, tonight, there's a party! The last big bash this semester! We should all go together!" They looked at her slyly. "Or do you have plans...?"
Heat rose to her cheeks. "Sorry..." She begged out.
They giggled. "Well, we're going to go get ready. If you change your mind, see you at the party!"
Two hours later, Sarah found herself alone in the small apartment. Her small bag was partially packed, and she was still pondering this pseudo love-triangle she somehow got herself involved in. She found that shirt he'd took her home in hanging in her closet and lovingly caressed the silk. Pulling it gently from the hanger, she hugged it, burying her face into it. It still smelled of him very faintly.
Sighing heavily, she flopped down on her bed, staring down at the gray silk. She cared too much to lose him, but if he was fired, she'd loose him regardless. "What am I supposed to do?" She wondered aloud, folding the shirt very gently, slipping it into her bag, hidden between two other articles of clothing.
"You're taking it with you?"
The sound of his voice brought a sad smile to her lips. "Yes." She confirmed. She turned, looking up at him, smiling. "If you don't mind."
He smiled down at her, offering his hands. When she set her own in his, he drew her to his chest. "Precious, when have I ever denied you anything?" He asked softly. He leaned down, capturing her lips. He was surprised that she kissed him back with a startling amount of passion. The past few days, since that conversation she'd had with Marc, she'd been unsettlingly reserved. In fact, the normal arguments they had dwindled, and she'd become withdrawn, cleaning quietly, not engaging in their usual banter.
However, he could do nothing save answer it, wrapping his arms around her, slipping his hands beneath her shirt, easing it over her head. "Are your friends home?" He gasped between kisses.
She shook her head, pulling him down again. Easily, she maneuvered her hands to the buttons on the front of his shirt, flipping them open easily. She felt his hands easily removing her bra and she moaned as his lips swept down her neck. She had to drop her arms to let it fall to the floor, and she took the opportunity to move her bag off the bed with an almost careless sweep of an arm.
Jareth chuckled, stilling her frantic movements. "What's the rush, darling?" He breathed, looking down into her face. He saw the haunted look in her eyes, a look which was growing all too frequent these days. Gently, he cupped her face, kissing her tenderly.
She melted. Slowly, she wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Jareth..." She whispered, as his lips left hers, sweeping across her jaw. She closed her eyes, holding him tightly as his arms swept down, lifting her off the ground, and suddenly, she was laid gently against her bed. She opened her eyes, finding him leaning over her, his eyes gentle.
"Precious, are you ever going to tell me what's wrong?"
She swallowed hard. "I'm going to handle it, Jareth-"
"That doesn't mean I don't wish to know what has caused you so much pain."
She stared up at him, dumbstruck. "We're half-naked, about to make love on my bed, and you want to know why I've been moody the past week?"
He chuckled softly. "Yes, precious, I do wish to know. It might not seem like the right time, however, consider from my perspective: you cannot disappear and reappear in a different location. You also have nothing whatsoever covering your top half, so you can't run. So I can stay here, torturing you until you tell me."
Her eyes widened and she wanted to hit him, but he tended to retaliate in sometimes painful ways. "Do you really have to know?"
Impatience flashed through his eyes and he leaned forward, scraping his teeth along her collarbone, drawing a squeak from her lips. "Yes, precious, I have to know."
She closed her eyes, biting her lip as he grazed her neck with his lips next. "Jareth..." She tangled her hands in his hair as his lips continued brushing lightly over her exposed skin. "Ahh..." She bit her lip, arching against him, turning her face away from his.
"What did that insufferable little prick say to you, precious?" He stopped touching her, simply pinning her wrists above her head and looking down at her.
She groaned in frustration. Finally, she stopped fighting him. "He has a picture of us together." She said quietly. "From that time in the class, after the make-up test?" She saw him frown deeply. "He said he'll take it to the Dean if I don't break up with you and make the 'right' choice, which I'm sure means him." She saw a slight frown on his face and smiled faintly. "This is why I didn't tell you. You'd want to do it, you'd want to take care of it-"
"Are you denying me the privilege of helping you?"
She lowered her gaze. "Jareth, I know you can probably solve this just by snapping your fingers or flicking your wrist, but..." She lifted her gaze, staring up at him. "You've done so much for me. You have no idea how much you've done. The Dean could fire you if he finds out all the circumstances involving how we...got together, and for once, I want to do something for you."
Jareth sighed softly, cupping her face, smiling slightly. "Darling, if this is something you feel you must do yourself, fine, however, I would appreciate it if you would let me in on little things which might affect our relationship."
She smiled, nodding. "Okay," she agreed.
"Besides, precious, just because you wish to face off alone doesn't mean you shouldn't have all the ammunition at your disposal."
Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "What ammunition?"
He smiled deviously. "By the end of the holiday, it will be in your hand, my dear. No need to be impatient." He teased lightly, leaning forward, and kissing her lips. "Now, where were we?" He purred, his eyes sweeping down her body, alight with mischief. "Ah, yes. I remember..."
His hands released her wrists, and she tried to put her arms around his neck again, but found her arms pinned to the bed. "Ah, Jareth?"
"Yes, dear?"
"My hands?"
He gave her a positively wicked smile. "No, dear. I'm afraid you'll have to be punished a little for your willful refusal to answer my repeated queries regarding your mental health. So this time, I'm not giving you the slightest bit of control. You'll be able to see everything that comes towards you, but you wont be able to stop me, pull me closer, anything else."
Her face heated and she felt a shiver of fearful anticipation snake up her spine. Oh, damn him.
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It was several hours before the pair went their separate ways, Jareth stealing through her mirror as a quick way into the Underground, where he would undoubtedly poof back to his castle. Sarah, meanwhile finished packing her clothing, hearing her roommate stagger in about an hour later, giggling and laughing.
"Raoul!" She gasped, pretending to sound appalled. "What if Sarah's home?!"
"Your roommate would want you to get laid!"
Christine laughed, slapping his chest lightly. "We have a two week holiday, baby. No need to rush. Sarah's heading out tomorrow!"
"What about my room? My roommate left immediately following class-"
Sarah pushed open the door. "I don't mind, Chrissy. I'll put headphones on or something." She saw the horrified expression on their faces and giggled. "Don't be such prudes." She chastised, then disappeared back into her room. They stopped being quite as loud and bawdy, and she rolled her eyes, slipping headphones over her ears and listening to one of her cassettes.
She would go home for a week. She would celebrate her baby brother's birthday. She'd distract herself from a few necessary evils for a little while, and when she returned, she was going to curl up in His Nibs apartment, wait for him to come home and shag him as senseless as he'd just shagged her. Then, she'd make the only concession she was willing to make to Marc. She closed her eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath. She was strong enough to do this much.
But she was not going to let go of the man she'd found herself falling in love with. She wanted to see if this relationship would be able to go farther than it already had. Especially in the face of the new endearment her lover had begun using.
Love.
She'd known he cared. Since before they'd laid together first, she'd known. His eyes always seemed to rest on her, his lips in that ever so slightly mocking smile, but his eyes always held that strange expression, she'd only recently recognized as loneliness. Even while black-mailing her into cleaning up after him, she was almost certain it was just a ruse so that he wouldn't be alone in that apartment. No, he didn't know how to clean, but she'd looked into his closet, and found it empty. He'd been poofing in clothing from the Underground, and poofing used articles back. He was probably doing the same with his dish wear.
She paused, her lips turning into a slightly saddened smile. Whoever would have thought that the powerful Goblin King would be lonely? He was surrounded by people both day in and day out, people who catered to his every whim and wish. People who feared him, loved him. Yet, he'd run away on what he called a vacation, to get away from them. He'd run to the Above, and unintentionally into a teaching position in her school. A position which would put him near daily contact with people. Yet, he'd still gravitated towards her.
Could he love her? Did he really love her?
She closed her eyes, shivering faintly, hugging herself. He'd blackmailed her, to be sure, but from what he'd said, he'd saved her before that. He'd brought her to his apartment, where he could easily have taken advantage of her, yet he'd simply cared for her as she recovered from the withdrawal symptoms from the drug she'd been slipped.
He'd spent evenings with her, never pressuring her for anything beyond the unsteady relationship which was forming between them. As though he was waiting for her to come to him. Oh, she'd fallen quick. After all, when he wasn't being an overbearing creep, he was a charming and even sweet companion. He had a sharp wit, sometimes cutting humor. And with her...
So gentle, so warm. She opened her eyes, looking towards the shirt which was laying partially out of her suitcase. Even leaning over her, being a domineering jerk. She could still feel every place where his lips had trailed over her. Could still feel his hands as he re-dressed her after his mischief was complete. They'd parted on a pleasant note, but as he turned to enter the mirror she'd caught the faintest hint of his reflection, the ache on his face he always wore when they were separating.
Her heart had twisted in pain and for just a moment, she'd reached for him, but then he was gone, just the faintest trace of smoke and glitter, and the lingering scent of ozone.
She reached for the pale silk, lifting it to her face and breathing the scent in deeply. The scent caused her to sigh in contentment before she folded it carefully, and replaced it in her bag.
No, she wasn't going to just lay down and let that bastard extort her out of the first thing that felt right in her life. She was going to fight. She was going to teach Marc just who he was dealing with.
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Naturally, since this was to be a short 'break', it was going to be anything besides relaxing. The second Jareth stepped through the mirror and was Goblin King instead of Professor King, the modicum of peace which had settled around him due to the presence of Sarah Williams shattered completely.
First, there were twelve new petitions that day alone from goblins who wanted new chickens, complaints about their chickens being stolen, and arguments over who loaned who what chicken.
Why was it always sodding chickens?
After that, Rowland bored him with the things which had gone on during the past several months, as though he didn't come by once a week to make sure that the kingdom hadn't fallen apart without him. He was wise enough to never use the main entrance, choosing instead to poof himself directly into his office. Had his mind not still been fogged from the pleasure of being with his lady, he would have done the same today.
"Jareth, are you listening?"
Jareth rolled his eyes towards his brother, whose shockingly white, spiked hair adorned his round head like a pointy crown. Those bright, unnervingly blue eyes looked back at him. "Not particularly."
"The other sovereigns are wondering where you went off to-"
Jareth leaned back, smirking at his brother. "I fail to see how it is any of their business where I take my break. I suppose it did not occur to them that I didn't wish to be found. I fully intend on going back next week and taking another extended...vacation."
Rowland blinked at the amusement on his brother's face. The past several years, the over-confident, carelessly arrogant older brother he'd always remembered had given way to a moody, almost pessimistic man. Now, however, he was seeing the brother he always remembered. "You...seem like your sabbatical is helping your overall mood."
"Oh, it's going swimmingly." Jareth agreed. "And I have absolutely not intention with sharing the details-"
"Jareth, you no good, arrogant bastard!! Where's Sarah?!"
"Ah, and that would be Hoggle." As though the day wouldn't get any worse. Leaving his precious Sarah, coming back here, where she would not be, where he could not see her for at least a week.
"Who is Sarah?" Rowland asked, looking towards him.
Hoggle stormed into the room before he could reply, red in the face with anger. "Where is she, you no good, yellow-bellied cheat! She said you were-" He saw Rowland standing there, an expression of distinct interest on his face and checked himself. "She said you were there!"
"You can relax, Hogmart. Your precious Sarah has merely returned to her family residence for her school holiday. Not a hair on her head harmed, promise." Or any other body part, he thought with a smirk. Not a bruise on any part of that delightful little body of hers. He was practically salivating thinking about it. Ordinarily, he'd be quite happy to make the dwarf jealous, however, he didn't want Rowland to know all the details surrounding the lady.
Hoggle looked at him in suspicion. "You promise you haven't touched her?! She told me about the blackmail!"
"Blackmail?"
So much for Rowland not finding out details. However, he couldn't help teasing him just a little. "No more than was absolutely necessary given circumstances."
Hoggle flushed dark red. "JARETH!"
The sovereign smiled through tight lips. "Why don't you run along and ask the lady herself? She has told me you can speak to her from any mirror. She should be at her home inside the next hour." He waved a hand and a few of his guards swept down on the dwarf. "Now be a good sport and go home, before I'm forced to chuck you head-first into the bog of eternal stench."
Shooting him dagger-like glares, the dwarf was led from the room. He cast a sideways glance towards his brother, finding the younger man looking at him with distinct confusion. "What?" He asked, perhaps a tad defensively.
"Brother, have you been trifling with a mortal?!" Rowland sounded both offended and angry.
And it begins. He cared for his brother, however, Rowland had a deep resentment for mortals. Jareth scoffed, turning his back towards his brother. "Hardly trifling, Rowland. And not any mortal. A very special mortal, whom once tore through my Labyrinth, befriended several creatures many mortals would sooner fear than look upon with any form of affection."
"You sound fond of the creature."
Jareth looked at him sharply. "That creature is the woman I fully plan on making my Queen. You would do well to show her some respect." He stood, striding away from the young, man.
Rowland sputtered. "A mortal Goblin Queen!? It's hearsay, it's impossible! The other Kingdoms would-"
Jareth raised a hand. It was true the other Kingdoms would object to such a union. "Do not pass judgment on Sarah Williams. She has a rather uncanny ability to weave friendships from betrayal, panic and fear; love from taunting, anger, and intimidation."
There was a long pause. "She's bewitched you."
The accusation caused him to smirk in amusement. "No. She has no magic. She is a bright, imaginative human with a absolutely delightful sense of humor and passion equaling my own." He looked towards the window which overlooked his Labyrinth and smiled ruefully. "And she is a fighter. A challenge. You name the creature, they have fallen at my feet before reaching the end of my Labyrinth. I threw my best at her, and you, Rowland, have seen my best. Yet she succeeded."
His brother scoffed. "She's just a mortal. Perhaps one of your servants betrayed you, not letting you spell bind her-"
"Not possible. Hogspill does not have that ability, Ludo is simply a beast, and Sir Didymus is loyal, despite his disloyal act of showing her the way to the castle. That woman got through on her own grit, determination." He turned towards the uncomfortable young man. "I'll introduce you to her sometime soon. Perchance, she will consent to a visit to the underground prior to the end of our mutual break."
"You act like she's something irreplaceable," the boy muttered.
Jareth barked out a laugh. "You will understand one day, when you've come across someone who makes you feel as I do currently. You're still young. There's no rush for you. I, on the other hand, am rapidly reaching the end of my prime, and there is something about her which calls to me. There is always the chance that I shall fail, as I was defeated by her once. It is best to not take things for granted where this girl is concerned." He chuckled. "But I do not intend to go down without a great deal of fighting."
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"I'm home! Karen? Dad? Toby?" Sarah wandered into her home, setting her bags down. Moments later, a small figure threw himself into her arms. Toby Williams had grown a lot since he'd been taken into the Labyrinth. He was now about to turn four. She laughed, sweeping her baby brother into her arms, spinning him around. "Heya, squirt!" She said, happily. "How're ya doing? You've been good for everyone, right?"
"You're back! You made it back! I wasn't sure you would!" Toby bounced in her arms, his eyes shining with happy innocence.
She hugged the boy tightly. "Where is everyone? It seems pretty quiet?"
"Mom had to lay down while she was cooking your welcome home dinner. Then, a little while later, she was laughing and crying a bit. I don't know why. They wouldn't tell me."
Sarah arched an eyebrow. "Well, maybe they'll tell us later." She hefted her brother, heading in to find her step-mother. The woman was laying on the couch, and a curious little pink stick laid not far away. Sarah arched an eyebrow, leaning over her step-mother. "I'm home."
Karen sat slowly, smiling a bit, her expression nervous. "How are you, Sarah? It's been awhile since we heard from you. Your father has worried."
Sarah grinned. "Do you want the long version or the child-friendly version?"
The older woman winced. "Oh, please tell me it isn't so bad that it requires two versions."
She laughed, hugging her brother tight against her. "Classes are fine. I'm having minor trouble with a boy at school, but it's being taken care of." She looked towards her step-mother and sighed. "And you'll be pleased, I finally got a boyfriend."
"You've been...playing it safe, right?"
"Playing what?" Toby asked, his face confused.
Sarah patted his back, smiling until she registered the question, and her brain screeched to a halt as she tried to remember whether or not she and his Nibs had been 'playing it safe'. The answer came back as a big resounding NO. Aw, shit. She gave Karen a weak smile. "Safe isn't something that was on my mind when this whole thing started." She admitted. "I might have screwed up big time."
Karen gave her a mildly reproachful look. "Well, while you're on break, I suppose we'll have to take you by the doctor and see if everything is all right." She saw Toby's confusion and ruffled his hair gently.
Sarah sighed softly, leaning back on the couch. Mentally she counted days and wondered faintly if Jareth realized. Then again, there was always the chance that he'd never had intimate relations with someone like her, and so he might not even realize that one time with a human without some kind of protection could mean they'd be playing mommy and daddy from two different worlds.
That thought caused that strange ache that seemed to happen every time she thought about him leaving anymore. She bit her lip, standing. "You should have something to drink." She told her step-mother, smiling faintly.
Karen must have seen her inner discord, and frowned slightly. "Sarah, are you truly alright? You're pale."
"I'm fine. Just...fine." She hurried to the kitchen, pouring herself and Karen glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge. When she'd thought that she'd let the consequences go hang, she didn't mean this particular consequence. She carried the glasses out into the living room, desperately hoping that the topic didn't come up again for awhile. Counting days, she shouldn't be fertile right at the moment, but it's not like there was a science to that, and accidents happen.
Worse yet, what would Jareth think if she sprung something like condoms on him after they'd been doing things as they had been for so long. She felt a tremor run through her. In all honesty, she didn't really like the idea of them either. There was just something about his flesh on hers which caused electric tingles to run through every part of her he came in contact with. Maybe she should see about getting some pills instead.
She returned to the living room, relieved that Karen set the conversation on her classes, things beside her love life.
That night, after Robert returned home, Karen announced that she was expecting, and Toby, in his youthful innocence, asked 'expecting what?'. There was much laughter, hugs, and kisses, until finally, Sarah went up to her room, carrying her bags. She closed the door and locked it, turning and finding an agitated dwarf looking out at her from the mirror. "Hoggle!" She rushed over, surprised. "I wasn't expecting you to visit yet!"
"I was checking to make sure you're a'right. Jareth got back today and was actin' all smug and superior."
She smiled faintly. "He hasn't harmed me, Hoggle. I promise. He's been charming and polite."
"He hasn't...touched ya, has he?"
She pondered how to answer that question gently. She didn't wish to outright lie to her best friend and finally sighed, sitting at the chair in front of her mirror. "Promise you wont go ballistic?" She asked softly.
"He has, hasn't he."
Sarah flushed. "Yes, but not to hurt me, Hoggle. You must understand that. He's different than I remember, you know? Rather than acting overbearing and intimidating, he's been kind, and almost gentle. He saved me from getting raped at a party, and he kept me comfortable until I came to myself. I don't remember much, but I don't think he'd lie about that."
"You sound...like you like him." Hoggle looked wary. When Sarah lowered her head, his eyes widened and he swore. "Tell me you're kidding, Sarah! He made the Labyrinth far more difficult than I've ever seen him do for a human! He's in it for revenge, he's in it for something, but it's not for you!"
She sighed, touching the glass gently. "I'm not sure that's the case," she finally murmured. "You haven't seen him, Hoggle. I don't think you can really see him. He's arrogant and he's a jerk, but he's also oddly caring and heaven knows he could have just left me there if he wanted revenge. I don't think revenge is what he wants. I think he's blackmailing me so that he wont be alone." She saw disbelief on her friends face and sighed, looking away. "I'm not asking you to be happy about it, friend." She said softly. "I'm okay. I promise. If anything happens, if I need you for anything, I swear I'll call. You know I will."
She watched his face waver for a moment and then he sighed. "If that jerk does anything to hurt ya, I'm gonna kill him, you know that?"
She kissed the mirror over his forehead. "I know you would. You're a great friend. I'm really tired, though, I should go to sleep. Goodnight, Hoggle."
His lips turned into an almost warm smile and he touched the glass. It shimmered for a long moment before he faded from it. Sarah sighed, resting her cheek on the cool top of her desk. "Jareth...have a good night, okay?" She murmured softly, closing her eyes to go to sleep.
Just as she started to doze, two arms lifted her gently. She blinked awake, finding herself looking up into mismatched eyes which were warm with affection. "Jareth...?" She mumbled, snuggling into him. "What are you doing here?"
"You called." He said softly, his lips smiling down at her. Gently, he rested her against her bed, leaning over her. "What did you need, precious?"
She looked up at him, eyes shining. "Karen and dad want to meet you." She giggled at the startled expression on his face. "Don't look so shocked. They've been waiting for me to 'develop an interest' in boys for years. I think Karen's going to give you a firm talking to if you decide to come."
He chuckled softly. "What about, precious?"
"Not using a condom." She giggled at his dumbstruck expression. "It's a long story. She's pregnant again. Everybody's thrilled."
"What on earth is a condom?" He asked, deeply confused.
She giggled. "It's like a little latex glove for your..." she paused, glancing suggestively down at his pelvis. When she glanced up, he looked perplexed. "To keep a girl from getting pregnant."
He frowned faintly. "If you were worried about that, why did you not mention it before?" He saw the blush on her face and arched an eyebrow in question. "Precious?"
"I didn't...think about it. I mean I did before, but not...with you." She found it difficult to meet his piercing stare. "Jareth, I..." She lifted her gaze, seeing warmth on his face. Before she could gather her thoughts well enough to speak, he leaned down, kissing her lips gently, coaxingly. She sighed softly, tangling her hands in his soft hair and enjoying the pleasant tingle that ran through her body.
He pulled back after the soft kiss, looking down at her as her eyelids fluttered back open. "I must return." He said regretfully. "I will take a day for you, and only you if you will only grant me a request."
She nodded, unable to find her voice.
He stroked her hair back from her face, smiling warmly. "You must set aside a day for me as well. To meet my relations." He chuckled at her surprised expression. "Hoggle barged in a short time after I arrived, demanding to know what I've done to you. He was very concerned."
"He still is." She said softly.
"This is the only reason you called upon me?" He asked, almost detesting the idea of leaving her side.
She smiled slightly. "I was wishing you a good night." She said softly. She watched his eyes warm and closed her own as he leaned down, caressing her lips with his own again. This kiss lingered, sweeping back and forth, until he finally sighed regretfully.
"I really must go."
She smiled, touching his face lightly, enjoying the electric sensation of their contact. "Go on, Jareth. Sweet dreams."
His eyes shone slightly. "Quite impossible, precious. My sweet dreams are here." He kissed the palm of her hand, and began to disappear. "Sleep well, precious."
She didn't bother telling him that it was going to be a rough night for her as well.
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AN: A little longer than normal this time. Anyways, I guess this is going to be a tad longer than I expected. Just a little Valentine's day treat to myself. I couldn't work on Monster today. I'll likely try to work on Mist and Mysteries some more tonight before bed, and then tomorrow, hopefully finishing the chapter within another scene or so. Thanks to everyone whose left me a review, etc. Remember, feed your local writer, it gets new chapters out faster 3 Love and peace all! -Chibi no Oneesan/Demon Saya