In his lair, Blogmore conjured a crystal and saw Aloysius dancing with Stacy. The half Fae boy was so easy to manipulate, the fact that he was an O'Bloom was the only reason Aloysius could enter the castle with the protection spells in place. Just as his lovely cousin had last year. He thought about Samantha and smiled. She'd been such a fighter when she was first brought to him, so much fire and magic to drain. Now she was complacent enough, where none of her kin could find her. But the promise of keeping her alive let him control Aloysius. The fool boy thought he was getting closer to learning where his cousin was. He had no clue that Blogmore was using him to find more - pets to feed him, give him strength to continue his search.

He glanced over at the half dressed woman lying weakly on his bed. She had been amusing, but his taste for her was dimming. He would get Stevens to remove her before the night was over. He had a feeling that his bed would be quite full with two new lovelies to touch. He licked his lips, both of the Americans were lovely and deserved special attention. Both of them, amazingly had Fae magic near them. He sent a mental message to his servant, commanding him to bring him Stacy. He would go for Sarah himself, when he had his fill of the writer's magic.

Stevens had told him that Sarah Williams was the special pet of the Goblin King so it would be a pleasure breaking her. Jareth had been a thorn in his side for centuries. He thought about how Sarah would be defiant, then wild, then slowly she would bend to his will, letting him drain every bit of magic from her soul. She was so spirited, he would have her now if not for that pendant. He had almost had her remove it earlier but the girl had been shaken out of his thrall. He was too weary to try again, the spirits in the castle would know if he was that obvious. He must be patient and move cautiously if he was to learn where Meredith was. She had been stolen from him by the Fae and he would kill them all to find her.

He pondered Stacy Zimmerman. He had no knowledge of why she was Fae touched, but it was strong within her. Almost as if someone had bound her soul to the Fae world before she was born. It was very strong in the girl and the funniest thing was that she had no idea of her latent powers. Draining them from her would be delicious as it would be new and untouched. He'd have the pure unaltered magic from her soul, free from the wear of spells or incantations. His mouth watered at the power he would soon be feasting on and he looked longingly at the portrait of his dear Meredith.

They were hiding her from him, but he would find her. Even if he had to destroy the entire Fae realm to do it.

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Sarah swayed with Jareth, looking deeply into his eyes. She never thought she'd see him again, she never thought she'd wanted to see him again. He stared down at her as if he wanted to devour her, and she didn't think she'd mind.

"You're here, Hoggle said you could not be here," she stammered. He smiled sadly.

"I'm only here for an hour, love. The spell will pull me back to the Under Ground then." He spun her around the dance floor, watching the changing expressions on her face. Sarah somehow found her voice.

"Spell?" All right it was one word, but she still managed to say it, didn't she?

"The castle is under Fae protection. I cannot physically remain, just as Blogmore cannot leave." Jareth said Blogmore's name as if it sickened him.

"He's a vampire? A real live vampire?" Sarah asked, not wanting to believe. Jareth gave a small grin.

"He hasn't been a real live anything for quite some time. But he's not a vampire, not technically. He was born Fae and became corrupted by the tablet. He turned on his people for the promise of an army that could not die. I trust you read the book Hogmore gave you?"

"Well some of it. Why are you here?" The question seemed to startle him and his face froze abruptly.

"You are here. And you are mine. Did you forget your dream?" His hands wandered again, stroking her back, pulling her into his hypnotic movements.

"And just when did I become yours?" Sarah asked, narrowing her eyes. Jareth glared at her angrily then pulled her body into his, his lips possessing hers in a dangerous wave of passion. His tongue, quickly finding its way past her parted lips, took possession of her mouth, groaning as her hands caressed his back, moving lower. His kiss was fierce and wild, silently commanding her to comply. She moved to push him away but he only held her more tightly, running his hands over her back, pulling her closer to his cool flesh. He felt her body shiver and knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. He just needed to get her to admit it.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, breaking free from his kiss. "Why do you delight in making me suffer?"

"I suffer gladly knowing that you are the answer to every wish I've ever thought to make," he whispered, letting his hands roam her body. He was seducing her on the dance floor and she couldn't stop him. Truth be told, she didn't want to stop him. The thought made her weak and she leaned into his touch, letting him hold her up as he ravished her in front of the other guests.

"You've never once come back for me," she hissed, trying to get away from him. "You've never once owned up to breaking my heart, breaking my faith."

"Sarah, you banished me and my fool pride believed it. But you feel something for me - I can taste it on your lips, on your flesh. Your body is overflowing with love and need - and it tastes like heaven." His tongue reached out to taste hers and she was lost. She moaned into his mouth and he took his advantage to bite her lower lip gently then pepper open mouthed kisses down her throat, to the curve of her shoulder. She sighed as his teeth scraped along her throat, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He pulled back slowly and was gratified to see she was speechless.

"Why have you decided this now, when I'm finally getting over you?" her eyes filled with tears and his heart broke all over again.

"You have always been mine, Sarah. Mine to protect, mine to command, mine to worship. If you didn't feel anything for me, the spell I used would not have worked. Do not think me a patient man, you will be my queen when this is all over. I have not come all this way to be rejected again." Something caught his eye and he moved away from her to walk towards the veranda and she followed him, furious.

"And where do you think you are going?" Sarah asked, amazed. "You can't just come storming back into my life and announce that I'm yours. It doesn't work that way. I have rights, I have feelings."

"Sarah, you can argue your case as you wish. I'm simply stating facts. I've waited far too long to claim you and claimed you shall be - but first we must stop this menace from breaking free from the castle. He is quite mad and the Fae bindings in place are fraying. Too many lives have been lost to this monster and we must put a stop to it."

He pointed to Aloysius leading Stacy away.

"So the man's walking with Stacy," Sarah said sarcastically. Jareth bent to pick something up - it was Stacy's pendant.

"And she no longer wears her protection," he said holding up the necklace. He started to follow the two into the darkness, Sarah running in heels, swearing under her breath.

"It must have fallen off," Sarah said, struggling to keep up with him. He was pretty fast when he wanted to be, she thought wryly. And too slow when she wanted him to be fast.

"Look at them," he ordered. She did, frowning then gasped. They were walking slowly, not looking around them - staring straight into the night. Almost like they were in a trance.

"What's wrong with them?" Sarah said. "Stacy!" Jareth grabbed her arm.

"No, you cannot call to her, Blogmore has them in a thrall. We must follow them and see where the beast's lair is," he said. "I have so little time left before I must go. We must hurry."

"Go? Why? I thought that spell worked."

"Sarah, I am Fae and there is protection here. There was only one way I could be here - to use a sort l'âme soeur. Once my time runs out, I will be pulled back into the Under Ground."

She thought frantically over her college French but the words eluded her. She'd think about it later.

"Come, stay close to me and whatever happens," Jareth said, pausing for a moment. He spun her into his arms and kissed her as if he'd never have the chance again. Pulling away he glared at her.

"Remember that, Sarah." Running after the enthralled couple, Jareth and Sarah followed them through a side door that had not been visible from the veranda. Sarah's mind was a jumble of denial and longing, what was that spell he had done? She almost remembered the translation, but she had to focus on Stacy. Suddenly, they heard a scream and Jareth gripped Sarah's hand.

"It's starting, we must hurry."

Just as they went through the door, Sarah noticed Jareth started to fade.

"What's happening to you?" Sarah was suddenly afraid. He glanced down and frowned.

"I don't have long here, Sarah - whatever happens you must not take that pendant off." Sarah was shaking her head.

"But you won't be able to see me," she argued. He ran a hand through his hair roughly.

"Woman, do as you are told. I must keep you safe if you are to be my queen. Come now, let us find your friends." And he was off again, running down a hallway. That's when she realized the spell's name. Tears came to her eyes and she pushed them away, not wanting to believe.

He had done sort l'âme soeur, a soul mate spell.