Disclaimer: *Sigh* do I have to say it? Fine, fine… Jim Henson etc owns it. Not me.
Blood Runs Blue
By Winter
Rating: R
Summary: Continues 'Blushing Red'. Blood, seduction, and revenge… repeat as needed. ~Dark~
Distribution: ff.net, ::Chicken Scratches::, jsfanfiction mailing list, Labyrinth- fanfic mailing list. Everyone please ask first, I'll say yes ^_^.
Feedback: feedback is the dessert I can eat like a pig w/out feeling guilty. i.e. I live on the stuff. All flames will be used to roast the subsequent marshmallow junkyness…
A/N: well, you asked for it, so I'm writing it. Actually, I'm glad you guys enjoyed BR and gave me the excuse to work on this.
Prologue
Rusty orange eyes narrowed to slits as they watched the young woman collapse on the bed, tears streaking her face. They melted to lime green, taking in every detail of her face, the lines caused from multiple heartaches. The eyes hardened, blurring into an icy sea blue. If something wasn't done this mortal's hair would soon be as silver as her own.
The black feline sat up but paused as the jagged ends of a small lock of hair caught her hair. So, that's how he had done it. She turned from the sorrowing sight within the room and leaped to the ground. Before her paws connected with solid dirt an unnatural wind sprung up, taking the black haired beauty far away. Far from this grief; but closer to another, more personal, debauchery…
Part 1
Many hours later Sarah felt the tears subsiding, drying until all that was left an empty shell of a girl. No… woman, a woman used by the world on more then one occasion.
She rolled onto her side and stared blearily at the digital clock on her nightstand. The pale red numbers read 1:09 PM. With a small groan she flopped back on the rumpled sheets. Shaking hands came up to rub at red, blood shot eyes, "God, I can't believe I let that happen. I cant believe I… oh, god!" her voice cracked and a dry sob hit her.
A loud clash sounded in the room, followed by a cliché puff of smoke. Sarah jumped at the noise, wide eyes taking in her newest visitor.
There, not six feet away, stood none other then…
She blinked, her head achy from all the crying, "Umm, who are you?"
The man's mouth twisted into a snarl. He took a step closer to the bed, the black leather of his pants creaking, "Please child, don't tell me you don't know of me."
Sarah growled softly. This was all she needed; be seduced by one egotistical magical fucking bastard only to wake up and be paid a visit from another egotistical magical… she studied the figure dressed in black. Black leather pants, tight, black leather pants, black silk shirt, the top button undone, black leather boots, brown almost black hair, a little long and spiked. *I could go with egotistical magical gay bastard, but considering who paid me a visit last night and what he did with me last night, I don't think that would be accurate.*
"Look, I'm not in the mood to play guessing games," she began to slide out of bed when the realization that she was very naked under those sheets hit her. Sarah swallowed slightly.
The black clad man smirked and stepped closer to the bed. With the easy predatory grace of a cat stalking it's prey he sat, bringing a hand up to trace Sarah's cheek, "I'm surprised that with your rather…" he paused, cool gray eyes openly roaming over her figure. "Intimate knowledge of the Underground, you haven't at the very least heard of me."
She shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting away nervously as hands came up to clutch tightly at the sky blue comforter, "Ah, drawing a blank here."
The man sighed dramatically, "I, m'dear, am Lord Resgan deTrenoú, King of the Leprechauns."
Sarah's eyes flared dangerously, "Great, this is all I need! Another damnable Underground king come to whisk me off my feet for a lovely one night stand. Well not this time, buddy! I alrea…"
The young woman's tirade was abruptly cut off by the deep sensual laughter coming from Resgan's chest.
A pale full bottom lip came out in a childish pout, "Why are you laughing at me? This is not funny!"
The king's eyes twinkled, "Oh, but it is. You speak of the famed Jareth I believe?" he leaned closer, bringing cruel lips close to Sarah's.
The pout stayed firmly in place, "What of it?"
Resgan ran a slender finger over each side of Sarah's face as he spoke, slowly bringing her closer, "Because, doll, I happen to be in a position to offer you your revenge."
The corners of her mouth twisted into her own little sneer, "And what would you know of my revenge?"
He closed the distance between them, mouth slanting harshly over her own. His teeth nibbled greedily at her lower lip until her mouth opened in supplication. Tongues battled fiercely, the lust level rising until it was almost palpable between them. Gasping, Sarah broke away and watched as the Leprechaun's lips twisted into a satisfied Cheshire smile, "More than you realize…"
TBC
A/N: I realize it's short but I wanted to see if you guys liked how it was going and ask if you think Sarah was in character. I'm not entirely sure. Please review!!