Tiredly she rolled over, feeling her leg fall from its perch she learned that a man's knee did not make for a good pillow. "What do you want?" She murmured fuzzily, trying not to relinquish her grip on half sleep.
"You back in the Underground."
"Nuh uh." She cut in, finally moving to her knees and crawling along the body she was near she curled up next to the side of Bernardo and cuddled against his warmth. Using his outlaying arm as a pillow, the spark of rage in the Fae eyes was lost upon her. She was nearly asleep when the violent pull of her arm forced her to her feet. Before her mind and mouth could team up they were in the kitchen. Digging her stocking clad feet into the smooth tiles she tried to wrench free. "Let go!" She hissed, he gave another yank of her arm and she nearly fell forward. "Owe."
"Stop fighting me."
"No." She snapped, keeping her tone down for the benefit of her friends. The others didn't need nor deserve to be brought into this. He waved his hand and grinned malevolently at her.
"There, your sleeping friends will remain asleep. No matter how loud we become, or what noise you make."
"I hate you." It was a stupid thing to say, he pulled her arm and she made a sound of pain behind her clenched teeth. She felt his other hand encircle her waist and fought to get into a position that would enable her to kick him where it counted. He figured it out and soon the hand that had held her arm was pulling her off her feet and even tighter against him. She half gasped half squeaked at being pressed against him so tight and met his gaze at eye level.
"You will not hate me Sarah."
"You can't stop me. You don't control me." She whispered, still trying to get him to release her. His next words chilled her, they were no threat, but rather a promise.
"I will Sarah, and soon. Then you will be under my very will, and resistance will only be capable when I allow it."
"I'm not a plaything Jareth."
She had woken slightly when Sarah's leg had moved. She vaguely heard the sound of her friend talking. But when the accented voice of someone who was not Bernardo or Mick reached her ears her eyes shot open. Just in time to see Sarah hauled to her feet and into the kitchen. Without thinking she followed silently behind them. In the light of the moon she saw that he was taller than Sarah, and not much taller than herself. Sarah was struggling but not making the effort to alert them. When he ordered her to stop resisting him she of course told him no. He said something about the others not being able to wake and she wondered if the food had somehow been drugged. 'But then how am I awake?' She nearly charged in when he pulled Sarah flush against him and then lifted her off her feet. But still she waited, this man was dangerous, she could tell that well enough on her own. And she may have been in better shape than most people, and held a black belt in self-defense, but her every instinct told her to watch. Sarah was more angry than afraid, but it was only by a small margin. He spoke of controlling her, Sarah, the thought was laughable, no ne could control Sarah. She was a free spirit and though she had gone through the hell of life she was still for the most part intact.
Pulling her eyes from the problem in the kitchen she looked for some form of weapon. Sarah was young still; she hadn't dealt with anything more dangerous than a small town high school boy. She on the other hand had faced men who couldn't take a hint. And had survived the ridicule that came with her sexual preference. Unfortunately there were no ready weapons in the area and still plenty of knives in the kitchen. 'Well, I guess that leaves my ten little friends and their two older siblings. In short, her fists. 'Well.' She thought, taking in the lack of effort the man was using to hold Sarah to him, he was whispering to her and she was glaring in turn with a hatred Suzette had never seen the likes of. 'Maybe a bit of acting, won't hurt.' "Sarah?" She called out, knowing that the crack in her voice from lack of use was a good thing. "Where are ya girl?" Waiting a moment before moving into the kitchen she was more than relived to find Sarah standing by the counter, alone. Ruffled, red cheeked from anger, and if her eyes weren't playing tricks on her the poor girl's lips had been ravished as well. "Sarah?" Timidly she approached the girl, looking to her as if she were her hero. Opening her arms she offered an invitation, the small brunette was soon in her embrace and Suzette stroked the dark locks.
"What are you doing up?" Sarah asked, trembling with each word.
"I woke up when you moved, who was he, and where is he."
"Not now, please, and as for you fighting him. Don't, I can han-."
"No you can't!" She hissed, using a finger to get Sarah to meet her eyes she let her friend know she was worried for her. "I saw the way he was handling you Sarah. He's stronger than you and you don't know how to fight. And he knows that, how else could he hold you that close and you not be able to move, let alone get in a good kick?" She closed her eyes and forced herself not to back down from the question. "How far has he gone? And who else knows about this?"
"Karen, Daddy, Toby and Merlin if you can count them, and Mick he walking in on Jareth earlier, and as for how far, not that far. Only kiss me."
"And feel you up." She growled. "So Mick knows, your family doesn't count. I doubt they would have called the cops if they had seen him. Has he hurt you Sarah?"
"Nothing serious." She tried evasively. Suzette was ready to ring a neck. Preferably a tall, blond, male's neck, but with Sarah's answers being pulled from her mouth she was tempted to make it a double homicide.
"Well then, if Mick knows, and I know. I guess this sleepover thing will just have to go into a long stretch." Sarah looked to her confusedly and Suzette grinned wildly.
"Honey I know you love your privacy, but your not going to have a moment to yourself for as long as those lousy excuses for parents you have are back." Sarah groaned, though her eyes looked thankful. "That's right my dear child. Now off to bed."
"Yes na na." Sarah teased, and arm in arm both returned to the living room and fell asleep.
Well what do you think? That ought to make it difficult for Jareth to make his pestersome visits. Well REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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