Sorry for the delay. I had to give away ten little pups which required way more work than I realized.
Sarah slinked closely to the wall trying her hardest not to make a sound. Once inside the council's main hall teleportation was impossible. She had managed to get as close as she could Isian's housing, the charms placed around the council buildings would cause her to have to travel on foot. The coucil's center was more confusing than her Labyrinth, seeing as that she had beaten that this should present no problem for her. She tried a couple of entryways, but found the rooms empty. She took another step in what she was sure would be the right direction. Seeing as it was more onrately decorated than the other halls.
She came to a doorway that she hoped led to his private chambers. Slowly she opened the door and stepped through. Clutching the dagger close to her she made her way, knowing that he would not yet be in his room, she planned to lie there in wait for him. At first, she had thought to attck him openly, but with others around there would be no way for a quick exit once her task had been complete. She continued her search her heart pounding half in fear half in anger. Why hadn't they just left her and Jareth alone?
The doorway had led to a sitting room, she had found his rooms and now had to wait. She began to look through his desk seeing what he would use to his advantage, she couldn't have him surprising her. Sarah couldn't believe that amount of litter she found atop his lecturn. She couldn't stand all the clutter, how could you find anything in such mess? She looked around the room and found a scant collection of weaponry, he was either foolish or thought himself untouchable. Either way she would need to make quick work of this.
Sarah heard motion outside the room and quickly hid herself. She watched as he entered the room and began to prepare himself for bed. Watching silently, she waited patiently for the moment she would strike. She had never actually hurt another person this way before. It scared her to think she would be sticking the blade into him with the intent of killing him. She steeled herself for what she must do, she had to. She had to free Jareth.
Being a cold blooded killer didn't sit well with her, however. Perhaps there was a way she could take some of his blood without actually killing him. They did that Aboveground, she had had her blood drawn before. Getting Jareth back didn't have to come at the expense of her soul. She quickly formulated a new plan that didn't have her firey temper involved. Closing her eyes she formed a crystal which shaped itself in the form of a syringe. She listened closely to his breathing, it sounded slow and even as if he were asleep. Peering around the nook of her hiding spot she motioned towards the curtains on either side of his bed. They began to twine themselves around his bedposts and wrists slowly tightening, all she needed was something to pull his ankles tight and she would be halfway there. The cloak that he had so carelessly tossed on the floor had a sash that would do nicely. With a motion of her hand the sash undid itself from its encasement and slithered it's way up the bed.
Sarah knew this would have to be quick, before Isian had time to defend himself or call for the guard. Seeing that the ties had wound themselves around his ankles and wrists Sarah gave a quick flick of her wrists and all four corners tightened. With another quick motion she silenced him.
"Now, now Isian," she murmured. "Lets not be too loud. You stuck Jareth in a tomb, lets see what we can do about getting him out."
Isian struggled against his ties staring at Sarah, eyes wide with fear. He had heard of how hard she had been on guards he had sent to the Goblin City and feared her retribution. He had long ago thought of her vendetta against them, but when years had passed it had crossed his mind less and less. He hadn't counted on her finding out that Jareth had been merely snared in a trap. He watched as she gathered what looked like a very long slim knife. He was mortified, what was she planning to do to him?
She quietly inserted the crystal needle into his arm and began to draw the blood from it. His eyes bulged at the sight of his life being drained from him. Was this her plan? To slowly drain him like a leech rather than a quick and valiant ending someone of his stature deserved. She looked at the panic in eyes seeing his fears.
" Do not worry Isian, I don't plan to kill you," she pushed the hair from her face. "Jareth might have a different plan for you however."
He relaxed a little at her tone, she didn't sound angry or crazy. She continued on trying to finish drawing enough blood to ensure Jareth's release and hoping the Oubliette didn't require a life for life exchange. If she messed this up she wasn't sure she would get another chance. The thought made her question her actions. Should she just drain him entirely and be done. The idea of this made her stomach do little flips. No, she thought, her idea would work. She pulled four vials of his blood, more than enough to coat the athame.
Isian began to make noises as if he wanted to speak, he thrashed weakly pulling at the bonds on his hands.
"I'm not sure how this works down here, but you may feel lightheaded for awhile. I doubt it will last more than a few minutes. I advise you leave us to go about our lives without retaliation," she headed toward the exit, slipping quietly out.
Sarah headed back down the hall towards the entryway. Without her magicks Isian would not stay bound for long. She was sure that he had already healed, being Fae meant some injuries were nothing more than a minor nuisance. Slipping out into the main hall she made her way quickly to the exit where she could transport herself back to the Goblin City.
"You can't leave so quickly Sarah," hearing Kynias's low drawl made her skin go cold. You've only just arrived."
Sarah stared in shock, Kynias? How could he? Yes, she has threatened him, but why would he go back to the people who had had him defeated, left him banished? She was so close to the door maybe she could make a mad dash for it. As she made to go for the exit it opened, what luck! When Isian stepped through the door that led to her salvation, her hope plummeted. She drew in deep breath, placed the vials in the pouch on the back of her belt and readied herself for the fight. This wasn't going at all the way she had hoped.