Hi, everyone. I am sorry for the delay in posting. My pollen induced sickness has left me with nothing to remember it by but a splitting migraine. I hope you all forgive me, and I hope you like this chapter. Oh, lastly, the grammar is probably really bad for this chapter. So beware of spelling and verb tenses. I will probably revise it later. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 10

Sarah Williams laid her head against the back of her chair, a pile of discarded magazines piling at her feet, and stifled a yawn. I'm bored. Her watering green eyes focused on the shiny floor below her, trying to pick out some kind of pattern in the rocky texture.

That was when the power started going out.

Everyone's attention in the little waiting room turned to the ceiling and the fixtures that were blinking nervously in the sterile white ceiling. What the hell is going on here? Sarah asked herself, raising from the chair and frowning in worry. The woman sitting at the sign in desk looked equally flustered as her computer screen went out. She squinted her eyes through her thick frames to look around at the strangely silent chaos.

Sarah, get up and leave.

The voice resounded through her head as she looked around for its owner. A cold feeling flooded her chest. She knew that voice. She knew who it belonged to.

Sarah, get up and walk out or I am coming in to get you.

Again, she looked around as though she would see him standing in front of her, but as the power completely went out, she could see nothing. But she could almost imagine him at the door, outlined in his elaborate clothing and wild hair, and the image alone made her want to fall on the cold of the floor and weep for what she could never have.

"Sarah…."

Her head whipped around at her name being called. For a moment, Sarah wanted to clutch her ears, to drown out the strange voices that seemed to come up from inside her as though she was losing the delicate hold she had on her sanity. She felt hungry, starving in fact as dizziness started to take over, making her plop back into the chair and bury her face in her hands. "What is happening?" She asked aloud, her voice small and weak.

"Okay, everyone. The power is out. Don't panic, though. It is only on this floor. I am gonna need to get everyone out of here." A shrill, old woman said, turning her flashlight on.

The sudden burst of light, however small, in the darkness made Sarah even more dizzy as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Something was wrong. It was apparent even through the haziness of her eyes as they continued to water. Her stomach lurched and rumbled loudly. If I don't get something to eat soon, I am going to eat someone. Oh, God, I am serious.

The fact that the people around her were actually looking quite tasty frightened her more than anything in her entire life. A small whimper rose up out of her throat as she buried her face in her shaking hands again.

"Sarah, come with me. We have to leave now." There was his voice again, calling her from the darkness she had fallen into. She was too weak, though. Her eyes wouldn't even open to look at the lean figure that had enveloped her in his arms, offering her the support she needed as everything for her went silent and empty.

"CHALEN!" The roar of the Goblin King could be heard through the entire castle as the doors to his bedroom bursts open. "CHALEN, GET IN HERE NOW!" Jareth looked at an unsuspecting Goblin that had only been passing to drop off something in the storeroom.

"You, go get a goblin doctor. Go get the wise one. Hurry! As fast as you can!" The little goblin threw his container of sugar to the ground and ran from the scene as quickly as his short stubby legs would carry him.

Jareth hurried back into his room, to the precious bundle moaning on the bed in pain. He pulled off his gloves and laid a cold hand on his beloved, on the woman who he had almost been ready to leave behind forever. He frowned as she trembled, because he did not know what had happened to her or what was wrong with her, only that she was hurting. He could feel that, a pain creeping just beneath his skin like a phantom. He could feel a hunger in his belly, an extreme hunger that was not quite there but still pulling at him.

"Jareth, what is it? I was asleep…….." The old seer trailed off as he took in the writhing, dark haired woman on the bed.

"I don't know what is wrong. I can feel what is happening to her very faintly."

"Jareth, she is changing. She is changing much too quickly. The Fay in her is coming on too fast. It is supposed to be a very slow and gradual process, but this…." He paused and swallowed. "This will kill her."

A cold mask of impassiveness swept over the King's face, his reaction to the news marking him as the strong ruler he was. He would not cry, would not beg the powers above for her safe return. No, Jareth the ruler would ensure that she be made right again. He would not rely on something else to fix his problem. He would do it himself.

"What do I do, Chalen?" He asked, his voice ice in the heat of the room.

"I do not know…"

The windows in the room burst open, revealing the lightning that had just cracked the sky outside, evidence of the King's temper.

"You are lying, old man. Tell me what I need to do." Jareth opened and closed his fists, the electricity of his power radiating from him. He was very rapidly losing control of it, and if Chalen didn't answer him, well, it would be very bad for him indeed.

"You have to take some of the power from her. But, Jareth, it is tricky, easy to lose control. And…….well, it goes against many of your laws."

Jareth glared daggers at Chalen, an indication that he was supposed to continue.

"You have to drain some of her blood."

Jareth recoiled from the bed, repulsed by even the idea, and yet at the same time disconcerted to feel the sharp points of his teeth poking his lip. Long ago, Fey had been ordered against the drinking of blood. There were so many of them that became addicted to it and could not control their bloodlust, and so it was banned in the interest of the humans that still frequented the realm. The few who were so heavily dependent to the drink and could not control their thirst left their world for the aboveground where things were not so highly monitored, to feed and hunt there in secret so that no one, human or immortal alike would suspect them of anything so heinous as killing humans for their blood. They blended in with the normal people while the healthy white of their skin became pallid and sick looking as they stayed from the magic underground until finally they became nothing more than half-alive, half-dead immortals with a deadly reputation: vampires.

"That is impossible." Was Jareth's simple reply.

"Then she will die…" Chalen looked to him, the tension nearly choking the both of them.

"Will she become like the vampire bloodsuckers?" Jareth asked, concern lacing his voice.

"No, my son. She is not really so human now. The child has seen to that. You will not turn her into one of them" Chalen answered, an image of the last vampire he had seen flashing through his mind. The King was right to be frightened for her if that could be the case.

Nodding slowly, Jareth crawled on the bed to her side and pulled her heated form into his arms. Gently, he pulled her raven colored hair back to reveal the creamy soft of her neck. His mismatched eyes leveled on Chalen.

"Only take a little. Just enough to slow the change down. You must keep your control."

Jareth nodded again at his friend's words, and then with a deep breath, he sank his teeth into her flesh.

Okay, a little strange there. Neither one of them is going to turn into a vampire or anything like that. In fact, the subject of vampirism will probably be explained in the next chapter or the one after that and then you will never hear about it again in this story. Hope you all enjoyed. I would like to give out a VERY BIG THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! YOU ARE ALL GREAT!

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