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Conrad's POV

I sighed as I sank down onto my bed, my hair wet from my recent shower and my skinned chilled from the cool air as it hit my dampened skin. But my hands still seemed to be on fire from the feel of her satin skin under them. I had washed them repeatedly but it still seemed that they smell of her, that they still tingled, as they had when I had skimmed over those delicate muscles that were so battered . . .

I shook my head, droplets of water flying from the small action. How could I keep myself from thinking about her the way I did? I knew her skin would be smooth, pale as a pearl and perfect when it was done healing, and the thought seem to make a warmth grow in my gut, a warmth I had never felt before. I had wanted to know how that skin would feel beneath my lips, what she would feel like pressed against me, her body warm and supple. How he mouth would feel against mine, her breath warm and quick, her eye lids drifted to half-mast from the dazed pleasure she would be under . . .

I shook myself, covering my eyes with a hand, wanting to groan in frustration. I could not believe what had aspired today; I could not believe I had done what I had done. When she had spoken, letting me know how hurt she really was, I had acted on instinct, without thinking, pulling the blanket down enough to bare her ass. I wanted to either to kill something or break down at the pain I could imagine she was in. she thought I had not noticed her reaction, but I had noted it better than she did. And then she had relaxed back under my hands, her body giving me the permission her mind could not comprehend. I could have done so much in those few moments, with those cravings wracking at me like waves. But the thought of touching her made my stomach feel sick. I cared too much about her to even dare touch her body in a way that would make her uncomfortable. She meant more to me than she knew, maybe more than I did to her.

I fell back on my sheets, closing my eyes and imagining her voice, softly humming the tune of my favorite lullaby, the lullaby she had sung to me a few weeks after I had met her. A lullaby that seemed so familiar to me, something I had heard in my dream. And her voice was the one singing it in my dreams, before I had even met her. Was I crazy? Was I imagining I had imagined that I had dreamt of her voice? Did it matter? I had to find a time to tell her I was that little boy she was so intent on finding . . .

She had found me.

(BLAH)

Mara's POV

Slowly the world started coming into a dazed sort of focus. I could hear the birds singing outside my open window that let in the full heat of the summer day that was blossoming outside like the beautiful flowers that followed it around. The breeze brought in the scent of pine and roses, making my nose twitch slightly at the strength of it. The air held a slight ting of mugginess, letting me know it was going to rain at one point or another today. Mm, that should be fun.

I shifted, and then stiffened, waiting for the pain of my backside to come rushing down on me.

But none came.

I twisted against, cautiously trying to find out the boundaries of no pain. But still, not even a ting of soreness. I sat up, blinking blearily at the floor as I reached up to my shoulder to pull the shoulder of my nightshirt down to bare the skin, and I gasped.

There was not a single bruise, or any sign that one had been there. How was this possible? I should have been black and blue till next year from all the strength he had put into throwing me threw those doors. Then a thought came to me.

Could I be more vampire than I knew?

"Hm, what a pity you healed so quickly." My father's voice startled me, and I glanced up to find him standing in my doorway. But he did not look disappointed he looked delighted and curious.

Careful, he might just try and eat you.

"Lucky for me my mom and dad taught me some herb recipes." I lied, snipping at him and snapping my teeth together. His face darkened, indicating he believed me, and I gave an inner sigh of relief. "Is there something awfully important that I have to see your ugly face in the morning?"

"Yes, indeed there is, otherwise I would love to indulge in a fight right here and now." He came into the room, leaving the door slightly cracked behind him as he came towards me and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me out of bed.

"Let go!" I yelled, yanking my arm free and coming up against the bed. He did not move to grab me again, but he closed in on me, making it near impossible not to look him directly in the face. I saw something flit by the door, but I could not look to see what it was, I was too afraid.

"I am here to tell you that I have gave Crone permission to marry you."

"You WHAT!" I screamed, shoving him hard, knowing my face was one of devastation and shock. I tried hard to lock it up, but I could not. How could he do this too me? Did he really hate me that much? I knew he did at that moment, I was a human who was causing him more trouble than vampires dared to do. So why not promise me off to a vampire that would give him loyalty and the promise of cause me absolute pain?

"I have engaged you to Crone, as I promise him I would. You have no say so in it, while you are in my domain you will follow by my law. Your family is not here to save you. By law, you two are now wed, but we will have a ceremony, one of which you will cooperate or you will be tortured until broken." Then he seemed to smile to himself. "But I don't think that will be a problem."

I could not seem to speak, my words were caught in my throat like the core of a peach, and I could not get past it. My future was over with; I knew it was by the look in his eyes. He knew something I didn't, and he was going to exploit it. Before I could stop myself, I went down onto my knees and screamed.

A scream of promise of revenge that would end in his death.