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Kara lay on the bed, her world dim, hazy and totally out of focus. She knew Hunter was beside her, she could feel him pressed against her side and the heat of his body, but something was wrong. She could smell him, and it wasn't a simple matter of being able to smell his cologne, but she didn't know what it was. She could also hear his heart beat and…the blood in his veins. No. that couldn't be right. It just wasn't possible.
She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. She succeeded but it swam into focus slowly. The first thing she saw was Hunter leaning over her, caught somewhere between a smile and a frown. Everything seemed sharper, brighter and clearer. She tried to sit up and then she stopped. She remembered him taking her blood, and she'd been prepared for that in a bizarre way but she remembered everything else too. She looked up at him struggling to comprehend as he tenderly smoothed hair away from her face.
"W-what did you do to me?" she asked in a trembling voice though she already suspected the answer.
"Kara, I understand this will be hard for you, and I am sorry that I never told you, never prepared you but –"
He was cut off sharply as she shoved him away from her, her new strength enough to knock him off the bed and on to the floor. She grabbed her dressing gown and he heard her bare feet striking the floor and the door opening and then slamming shut as she ran from him.
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Sarah dragged the box across the floor to sit by the bed with the others. It was laden with books and she stood up, stretching the aches out of her back and wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She wondered how she was going to get all this stuff back to Jareth's castle. Other World Removal Agency? She also wondered why she had agreed to move in with him anyway. Of course a relationship with the Goblin King was shaping up to be totally different to any other she had encountered. For one thing it was so much harder to say no to him.
She pushed some of the stray hair that had escaped her ponytail back and looked around her room. That was almost everything packed up now.
"Maybe I'll go for a shower," she muttered to herself. Then, as if waiting for that cue, the door went. Sarah sighed in exasperation and left her room, jumping down the stairs two at a time to get the door. When she opened it her jaw almost hit the ground.
"Hello Sarah."
"Kirk –" she stopped, unsure what to say. She had forgotten about Kirk. How could she forget about Kirk? He looked like he was about to say something but he looked past her for a second, seeing the boxes in her hall and paused.
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked hesitantly.
She nodded. "I'm going…away," she said slowly. Well what could she say to him? I'm moving in with a King from another world whom I've been secretly in love with for years, which by the way is the reason I've never agreed to go out with you? Some how she just didn't see that going down well. Unless well meant ending up doped up in a mental ward somewhere.
"Away?" he repeated raising his eyebrows at her.
She nodded but didn't quite meet his eyes.
"Why?" he asked smoothly and Sarah didn't quite notice the steel in his tone.
"I…um…I'm moving in with someone actually," she said, finally raising her eyes to his.
"Well this is…sudden," he replied but his smile had a harder edge now.
"Yeah, for me too," she muttered, "but he's…" then she stopped, noticing his expression for the first time. "Are…are you ok?"
"Well you do know how to lead a man a merry dance, don't you Sarah?" he spat at her.
"What?"
He lunged forward so suddenly she didn't have time to react and his hand closed about her wrist like a vice. He forced her back into the house kicking the door shut behind him.
"Let go of me," Sarah demanded, twisting in his grasp, but he was by far the stronger of the two. He backhanded her once across the face so hard she fell into the wall. He let her go and watched her slide down, her face turned away from him.
"Do you enjoy it Sarah?" he asked. "Teasing men? Leading them on?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, the words muffled against the wall.
"The hell you don't bitch," he snapped at her. He moved forward and she scurried back. She didn't try to get up she just kept moving back. She glared up at him watchful, taking care to stay out of his reach.
He lunged for her and she threw herself backwards, her hands grasping at one of the boxes in the hall. He caught her shoulder and pulled her back, slapping her again.
"Blowing hot and cold in the same breath…no that's wrong. You were never hot, you frigid bitch, but I bet we can change that." He threw her down on to the floor again. She landed near the boxes and she didn't hesitate. Her hand closed around the handle of one of the kitchen knifes tucked away in the side. She pulled it out and held it in front of her, pointed at him.
"Get out," she said in a low voice, trying hard not to let it shake. "Get the fuck out of my house!"
He looked at her for a second in dazed disbelief, and then he smirked. "Fine, we can play this your way." He blew her a kiss. "Later." Then he was gone, the door slamming behind him.
Sarah's hand trembled and she dropped the knife on the floor. She wrapped her arms around herself and curled into a ball. She lay on the floor for a long time.
A/N: Man am I evil to my characters or what? So quick poll: who wants to see Kirk get what he deserves? Leave your vote in the little box marked 'review' (^_~)