Chapter Eleven

Guess who's FINALLY back to writing her favorite fanfic story so far ! ;p First and foremost, I apologize for making you all wait such a DREADFULLY long amount of time for this chappie to come out. But life happens, work, blah blah blah. Not to mention I have to re-charge my brain for my writing! But anyways, I thought I would finally give acknowledgement and recognition to ALL the freaking amazing and kind reviews I have received, just to let you know that you guys REALLY do help me in continuing to write this story. So, here it goes.

To mp10libe: Thank you very much! It is always awesome to know that my writing is appreciated ^_^

To Olabelle: I know, right? There are never, and WILL never be enough Forbidden Games fanfics! Hence why I wrote one myself XD And to the question of WHEN Jenny is going to stop being afraid of Julian? Well... either by the ending of this fanfic or... when she finds someone to be more afraid of. Which is actually happening now ;p

To Avenger-lock: I am glad you find my writing worth reading, and stay hooked! Because there is more to come!

To Sanguinem7: I am excited too! It's fun writing stuff out of your imagination and putting it down into words, not to mention having other read it and approve of it!

To KittyandKat: I hope you are still enjoying it, and I will be making the updates more frequent ^_^

To elebelle12: Thank you thank you thank you! Hopefully now you are seeing more of a SLIGHT idea of what Quinn wants with Jen. No, we don't know EXACTLY still, but.. you know that he at least wants to possess her. And to your latest comment, Yay! Oh my gosh that means so much to me that you like my writing. Btw, I love jealous Julian too ;) poor boy, I keep torturing him with all these newbs. Eh, oh well. Love, right? lawlz

To Nightworld fan: It's always "awww, poor Tom XD He really does get the shit end of the stick, but I agree with you entirely, I ship Jenny and Julian ALLLL the way! By the way you hit it right on the head, I DID get the name Quinn from the Night World series ! I like the name, I think it is sexy and invokes darkness and power. Thanks for reading! I am glad you like Sebastian! It was a spur of the moment thing (geez, everything I have written so far is a spur of the moment thing .) And It's true, it wouldn't be Jenny, OR as fun if she just... suddenly swooned and fell for him entirely. It's always a game remember? ;p Yeah, I was trying to show that Jenny is maturing out of her teenage stage into becoming a woman, and how Julian brings that out in her and invokes it! Thanks for the input on my writing!

To The Crystal Rose: Awww, I am flattered. I honestly don't think I captured Julian too well in THIS chapter specifically, seeing as how he is just at the end and all... messed up emotionally, but I promise I will bring out the original in the next one. He can't always be calm and collected. BTW, I never liked Tom either, - winks- arrogant asshole most of the time if you ask me. Whiney too. I am happy you don't mind the addition of Sebastian, and TRUST me, Julian will be putting up a HELL of a fight for Jenny. Thanks for the comments!

To Sanguinem: Honestly, I have about eleven of the Mangas of Black Butler, and from what I have read so far, and what I watched in the Anime, I honestly don't know. As I stated before, it was a spur of the moment and I kind of rolled with it. I needed someone who could come over and antagonize and hurry Julian and Jenny along and WHAM Sebastian just smacked into my brain. He follows orders fluently and... impossibly so it will be harder for Jenny and Julian to run away into hiding, and I couldn't make Quinn magically appear there in the real world or else the entire purpose of the story would be all for naught. Thank you for reading! ;)

To Paris: yay! Yes... I have this kind of weird obsession with love triangles in books and stories. If there isn't at least one other interested party I USUALLY don't find it as entertaining. I guess that makes me sound sort of shallow and sadistic doesn't it? -shrugs- Oh, well, we all have our demons XD Thank you for the comment, and I hope you continue to read this! Thank you!

To: KaterinaPetrova, Thank you for not only commenting, but following and favoriting my story! I appreciate it immensely but am even more happy that you found it enjoyable! I couldn't agree with you more on the fact of how hard it is to find a good Forbidden Games fanfic, so I am glad you liked this one out of all the others!

To POCKY GIRL: I am! I am!... finally XD

To IzabellaSanguine: Thank you! I am now starting it up once again, and I am happy that you are thirsty for more!

To Callista O'Brien: I am so happy you are enjoying it! The comments really do encourage me and I am happy to indulge in your likings to my story!

Now on with the show.

A feeling of being trapped had been wracking around in my brain for the past few hours... no... longer than that. It had been growing for days... weeks even. Ever since I had taken an interest in that amber-haired human, Jenny, a small and infectious gnawing had begun to tear me apart from the inside. It was all fun and games, tugging her along with my kin, seeing the affect I could make on her through her dreams. But I was ready and waiting for the next level. I wanted to touch her myself... feel the sun-kissed Californian skin beneath the tips of my fingers. I wanted to be able to lean in and look into those Cypress-tree-green eyes. I wanted to taste her... 'But I have to be patient!' I scolded myself as I paced back and forth in front of the water cooler in the cool and modernized office area outside my own personal office. None of my underling kin being able to take their eyes off me, even as they did their own routines that I had set out for them all for the day were attempting to go about their own business.. One smaller fellow managed to even squeak and walk at a faster pace as I growled when he walked by.

Usually I would find this incredibly amusing. Tormenting my kin after all was always one of my best talents. But today I just found it all a nuisance and a bore. I wanted to be back OUT THERE. Back 'on the field' As some would say. I haven't craved to be back on earth this badly in a LONG time. There was something so … incredibly warm and inviting about that dimension. Something in the way the air smelled, and the earth felt beneath your feet. Back in that time though, there were still fires being lit at night to keep the everlasting darkness away. When you would rather hope that the snap of a twig you heard in the woods was an animal. Back when we were still recognized in daily society. But after that fiasco in... Salem was it? Yes. Salem. I had a little too much fun with those three little girls and their poor voodoo nanny. I was just granting her wish... She allowed her soul to me if I would get rid of every rich, snobby white girl in all of Salem.

Pinching the bridge of my nose at the memories, I muttered "Don't even get me STARTED on Roanoke. Sighing and taking a deep breath, I finally admitted to myself that the hunger to be back on Earth was infuriating. I usually could satisfy myself by watching from the shadows, every dark corner, and blackened window, I could see into those pathetic little humans lives from all corners of the world. But it wasn't enough now.

See, the Japanese have their little ancient myths and stories. They were the ones that came the closest to describe how Shadow men work. In these legends, the Japanese believe that dark places are literal doorways to another dimension. Inside Wells. Dark abandoned houses. Even the shadows beneath the trees at night. If only things could be as easy; we can't walk in and out of shadows at any time we please, but we can WATCH. Whisper even at times if the situation is correct. Humans have a deep underlying, DNA etched FEAR of the dark. Whether they grow out of if after childhood, or it sticks around all throughout their lives; they have an unsteady and corrupted fear of it. Many humans who think themselves better than fear like to say that it is a childish and unwarranted fear to be afraid of the dark. See, they SAY that. Whether to calm a little one of their own, or to make someone feel insane for being terrified of the night. But what's silly is... There is a REASON humanity is afraid of the dark. Of the clouds when they cover the moon. Which is more terrifying? Seeing the creature intent on killing you, or having no idea where it's coming from, what it looks like, and what it plans to do with your mangled body? The imagination can be so much more deadly than any gun or blade or beast. And the Shadow men have been using humans imaginations against themselves since the beginning of time. Nightmares. Fears and phobias. We observe what they are most afraid of, then use it against them. We don't just get off on fear, we feed on it. It salivates us until the persons mind is so mutilated and twisted from their own tortures that they eventually die from self infliction, estranged accident, or what we are most famous for. Answering desires. Because we can contort reality, turn dreams to nightmares, we can make a person think that their deepest fantasies have come true.

And that is how we reel them in, make them think they have control, let them enjoy themselves for a small moment then dowse them out. It used to be some needy addiction of ours, primal and unquenchable. But that was back when human hearts were harder to corrupt. We still have that need, but it's turned into... an other-dimensional organization of sorts. Every drunken homeless fellow passed out in a dark alley, every girl sitting on her bed crying with a razor blade to her wrist. We whisper to them in their dreams. All the way until the dream becomes reality. Then we snatch them up.

Standing there, leaning against the water cooler I finally looked up from my daze I had fallen into. Reminiscing was becoming too frequent. I needed to stay in the here and now. Growling one again, and flicking my dark hair out of my eyes I began to pace once more. My patience was wearing thin, and it was sheer luck that I sent Sebastian when I did. If I had decided to wait one day longer, Jenny would be lying dead in some ditch, her body mangled and deflowered. The very thought made me suddenly lash out. The water cooler now on the floor, water pooling out all over the carpet, my kin scattering like fucking cockroaches. Running my fingers through my hair exasperatedly, I took a deep calming breath.

The water cooler was nothing compared to several hours ago. Why would I be out here instead of inside my office? Grinning slightly to myself at the scene I had made in there.. Let's just say I haven't been that worked up for a while. This girl made me feel alive. I could give her that much credit. I wasn't just throwing one of my usual temper tantrums to liven things up. No. As soon as that pathetic fat man and his ratty little friend had tried to sedate my Amber-haired beauty, I was raving. One second longer, if my right-hand man hadn't shown up when he did... things would have gotten messy. Not for Jenny. But that entire city would have been … ravaged.

I think it was time to pay a little visit to my new toy; see how she is getting along.

…...

Opening my eyes, I was surrounded by green and yellow. Before I could even consciously make sense of what I was seeing through my own eyes, I could hear the soft twittering of birds, and a slight breeze blowing through pine needles. A strong scent of fresh air and Christmas trees pervaded my senses. Peering up from the bed of soft leaves and earth, I realized I was looking at a canopy of a forest. Clear and beautiful sunlight was streaming through the branches, making me squint. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I felt like I had just gotten over some sort of fever, where a slight ache still resonated throughout my bones whenever I shifted. Almost gasping at the sight around me, I sat up completely, ignoring the pain from the bright light almost making it impossible to see. But I couldn't stop looking. I was in a meadow of some sort. Green and purple surrounded me from every angle of the grove. Beautiful snap dragons in full bloom were permeating the air with intoxicating fumes.

Finally managing to stand up, feeling a little wobbly, I dusted myself off in a daze. My mind finally coming to full realization as the questions began to hit me of where the heck was I? How did I get here? And... where was Julian? The third question hit me harder then the former two. My eyes began darting around again, this time in search of someone. Not just someone, who was I kidding. I was looking for my Shadow man.

Perking up at a figure emerging through the trees about fifteen yards in front of me I watched with silent apprehension as the sunlight finally revealed whose face was hiding in the shadows. If felt like an entire room all made of glass had come crashing down from an earthquake in my soul. It wasn't Julian. I knew who it was this time. Taking a sudden step back in fear at his surreal beauty, it didn't draw me in this time at all. It was alien and inhuman to me. Which was rather funny seeing as Julian was the same creature as he was. But they were different in personalities. Their eyes said it all. Julian had a spark, be it twisted and unsaintly, he … he was alive. Starving, but alive. Quinn though... fear struck through me once more as I met his direct gaze while he slowly walked towards me in a way of either stalking his prey, or intent on making his entrance perfect. Quinn's eyes were cold and dead. Their was a hunger their as well but it was to the point that he was already going to die, whether or not he would be fed, he was a lost cause and it was too late. You had to keep away from half dying creatures, you never know what they might do in their last breaths.

Suddenly I was shaken out of my engrossed terror as he was now only but a few feet away from me. I wanted to run, my entire body was trembling as my legs begged for it. But I had a very strong feeling that if I ran, it would satisfy him in some dark sense. And I was not playing anymore games. Closing my eyes to steady myself, I heard a small noise of amusement escape his lips, making my eyes snap open, and peer at him. He had an entertained smile on his face, his deep violet eyes assessing me up and down making me shiver involuntarily. "What do you want." I didn't even ask. I knew it was cliché to ask such a thing of him, but I knew I was dreaming now and I wanted to get out of it. Having had experience in nightmares with shadow men before, I now know that once they have what they want, the sooner I will wake up.

Chuckling in a deep and sensuous tone he cocked his head to the side, eyes twinkling slightly, "Straight to the point this time I see. I guess my precious Julian filled you in on who I am and my intentions for you." He took another dangerous step forward. Biting the inside of my cheek, I in turn took a step back in full understanding at how fast this had started out from uncomfortable to threatening. Taking a steadying breath I nodded. "I know your name, and your place in the Shadow World, but me and Julian... we really have no idea of your intentions other than you wanting me to play a game with you."

His expression suddenly changed from dark and threatening to one of slight concern. Acting as if he never even heard me. Tilting his head to the side once more, the next thing I knew he was directly in front of me, and was tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. Looking down and taking hold of my wrist, I gasped outwardly at how cold his hands were. My eyes widened in fear. 'I thought... I thought that Shadow men couldn't touch you without your given permission!" The words rang through my head as with one hand he held my wrist upturned, and with his other hand, his fingers brushed ever so delicately over the tender flesh of my wrist where darkening bruises were beginning to form. I stared down at my wrist in shock and wonder, millions of thoughts voicing through my head making me dizzy. 'His touch... it's making me feel funny. Where did those bruises come from? Did he do that while I was out? How could he do that to me if this is just a dream?.. Wait...' ….. "Let go!" Suddenly shrinking away from him, clutching my wrist to my chest as if some sickening creature had just touched it, I backed away from him once more, wide-eyed. Why didn't I react as quickly as I should have? Is he making me do this or is it of my own volition?

Quinn truly was beautiful to behold. Like a panther, dangerous and wild but eye-catching. His raven black hair looked more tousled than it did the last time I saw him, like he had just gotten out of bed. His eyes looked worried for some reason yet rather exhausted and he was wearing what looked like a white-collar bankers outfit. A button – up white, long-sleeved shirt that seemed like it would have a suit worn over it usually. And black dress pants, but his shirt was all wrinkled, and un-buttoned halfway down. He looked almost haggard. But even in saying so, he was still obviously not human. The way his violet eyes gleamed, and his porcelain skin being brushed against by soft and always perfect hair; even his shirt being opened slightly revealing a strong and toned body beneath.. it was all too perfect. Meant to entice victims into the ungodly monster hidden beneath the skin.

Turning my head away, and trying to focus, he spoke once more. This time... there was something in his tone that struck me as odd. "Those poor pathetic imbeciles. Whatever gave them the notion that they had permission to not only touch, but attempt to bed such a ray of purity is beyond me. They will pay dearly for their failed attempts. I will assure you that much." Snapping my head back in his direction at the sudden coldness of his voice, the memories of the most recent events slashed through my mind.

Staggering out of that bathroom in the Casino... that man grabbed my wrist and they both tried to... but then that stranger showed up and..

My eyes widened as my hands suddenly flew up to my mouth, barely noticing Quinn taking steps towards me once more with what someone might barely catch as an expression of concern. "Oh my god.. I passed out... am I .. I'm safe right? Am I with Julian?" Quinn stopped in his tracks at the mention of Julian, his eyes going back to their cold and hard gleam. Slowly nodding, he continued to assess me. "Yes. You are safe. But it is not thanks to Julian. So do not go appreciating the wrong man, Jenny."

Suddenly a loud and terrible crash that sounded like thunder and unintelligible yelling pervaded my ears, making the scene before me black out in an instant. The last thing I was seeing was Quinn turning away, walking in full stride.

…...

I was pacing the hotel room once more. My eyes kept darting towards Jenny's sleeping form on the bed. That terrible and insufferable pain in my abdomen getting worse and worse as the seconds ticked by. It was the same feeling I had when I had forced myself onto Jenny the other night, but this one was just as bad if not worse. I let her out of my sight. Just for a few moments. "Fucking idiot.." I muttered to myself.

"Now, now, no need to be calling me names out of your own mistakes." Raising my head and shooting a glare at Sebastian standing near the door with his hands clasped behind his back, grinning at me charmingly. He had followed me all the way back to the hotel. The whole while, making me shout and yell curses at him through the throngs of shocked and drunken tourists. I won't lie, I did make a scene in my moment of anger. Yet another thing I was reprimanding myself for, seeing as Jenny's face was sure to be on every Television in the surrounding states by now.

"Not you, you fucking smart ass! ME." My voice was hoarse by now, and obviously had little affect on the Shadow King's guard dog seeing as he nonchalantly ignored my every comment and retort.

"Ah, I see. Well, it's too late now. What's done is done. I am here to remind you that you need to keep going." Sebastian's voice was calm and eerily cheerful as usual, making shivers run up my spine. I couldn't take this right now. Jenny had almost been taken by some filthy, slimy, low-class dead men, and I still had to bring her to someone who had much much worse intentions for her, I am sure.

"God dammit, can't you at least wait for her to wake up?! I need to know that she is okay!"

Literally at the last work 'Okay" Jenny suddenly gasped and sat straight up in the bed, eyes fully open. As I rushed to her side, I heard the door open behind me, and Sebastian's final words reached my ears through the cacophony of emotions spilling throughout my body. "I have waited and she is now awake. Pack your things, I will be meeting you downstairs in twenty minutes." Growling and turning around to face him, Jenny coming out of her daze and looking straight at Sebastian from the bed, I squeezed her shoulder tightly, as Sebastian looked straight into Jenny's eyes, putting a finger to his lips in a shhh motion, winked and shut the door.

Using every possible amount of willpower I had in me, I stayed beside Jenny instead of tearing out of the room after Sebastian and attempting an impossible murder. Looking down at her, she was raising her hands to her head, holding it as if she had some terrible headache.

"...Jen... We have to leave."