Hello everyone! You have my most sincere apologies. I feel awful for not updating since July. Or was August? Hell, that's how you know it's been forever. But I have a few reasons for my absence. First, AP European History. I swear, all I've been doing is studying, and when I'm not studying, all I want to do is listen to music and loose myself in tumblr. Which leads me to my second reason. Fucking tumblr. I hate the person who introduced me to that goddamned website. (But if you're curious, my url is kalamity-kayla). So, I'm sorry if my excuses do not suffice, but it's the truth. And also, I'm sorry because this chapter is a bit shorter than usual. But that's because I wanted to get a chapter to you guys as soon as possible. I hope you like it, though. Again, sorry for the wait. I love you all! P.S. Thanks for all the reviews! I love them all, and I'm almost at 100!

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Three days. I had only been safe with Blake for three days. Three days before the person that made up my nightmares came rushing back into my life.

My face was contorted into an expression of shock and horror. I looked over at Blake, and saw that his face was filled with rage. Jareth's, however, showed complete glee, and he was waving at us sadistically. The man standing next to Jareth showed no emotion, and he remained still.

"Stay here, Misery," Blake commanded as unbuckled his seat belt.

"No…I… I have to face him, too," I replied, unbuckling my seat belt as well.

Blake paused and looked at me. "You can't. It's too dangerous. He might kill you."

"I think he loves me too much to kill me. I'm going with you. There is no point in arguing with me," I told him.

He heaved a sigh. "Fine, but stay behind me."

Blake got out of the car, me following suit. I was a few steps behind him, my arms crossed nervously over my chest. We walked over to Jareth and the unidentified man.

"Misery, how I've missed you. You're looking superb, even in that dreadful color," Jareth said, completely ignoring Blake and a bastardly grin tacked on to his face. He looked a little rough since I last saw him three days ago. There were bags under his eyes, his usually ironed suit was rumpled, and a strand of hair was out of place, which was very unlike him.

Blake opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. "I can't say the same about you, Jareth. What's happened to you? You've let go of yourself since I saw you last, which unfortunately wasn't very long ago. Looks like you haven't been sleeping well, or at all for that matter," I said boldly. My fright turned into anger. Anger for all the horrible things he's done to me. Anger for taking me away from Blake. Anger for everything. At that moment I regretted not allowing Blake to kill him.

"I must say, you being snatched away has left me quite worried. I have been searching frantically for you," he replied, his grin fading just a bit at my comment against his appearance.

"Well, it honestly shouldn't have been so hard to find me. We've been at Blake's house, which is where I was before you even took me in the first place," I said, thinking how stupid he was. Blake's house was the first place he should have looked!

"Actually, I thought Blake was smarter than taking you there. I would have thought he would have taken you someplace else, just in case I might try to find you. After two days of searching, I thought I might as well try Blake's house. What harm could it do? Low and behold, there you are, sitting at the table, eating your breakfast. So here we are," Jareth said.

"Jareth, why can't you leave me alone? Isn't it pretty obvious that I want nothing to do you?" I asked angrily.

"I see you've regained your spirit after I've broken you," he said, still smiling.

"Yes, I have. And who is this man? Why is he here? What does he have to do with me" I asked.

"Oh, he has everything to do with you, darling. This is John Collins. Your father. I turned him a while back. I didn't know he was your father until just recently."

"No he isn't. You're just saying that to fuck with me," I replied with deep skepticism.

The man, my 'father', spoke. "How can I prove it to you?"

"You can't do anything to prove it to me since it's impossible," I growled, whipping my head in his direction. Blake still hadn't said anything.

"Ask me anything, and you'll see," the man said.

"Fine, what is my mother's name?" I asked spitefully.

"You mean was. Your mother is dead. Her name was Susan," he corrected me.

My skepticism faltered, just a bit. "Okay, when was her birthday?"

"April 18th, ten days after yours."

Again, the confidence that he was not my father faded. "How much did I weigh when I was born?"

"Seven pounds, one ounce."

"Face it, Misery, he's your father," Jareth spoke up, smirking.

I felt my legs go weak, and they started to shake. He couldn't be. It's not possible. Not after all these years. I grew angry. He was never in my life, and he decided to enter it at that moment? He could have been there for me when my mom died. Instead, he was somewhere else, doing God knows what.

"I hate you," I whispered, my fists clenched.

'Dad' looked taken aback. "What?"

"I hate you! You are the biggest asshole I have ever laid eyes on! Where were you all those years? Where were you my sixteen years of life? Where were you when my mother died? I have had to live with those pieces of shit for nine years when you could have been there for me! Do you know what it's like to have to say you're an orphan? I hate you! So much! I never thought I would hate anyone more than the fucker standing next to you, but I do!" I screeched. I stepped forward and threw my hand across his face. My hand connected with his cheek, and a loud CRACK echoed around us.

"That would have hurt if I was human," John told me calmly, completely disregarding my whole tirade. It was as if he hadn't even heard a word I had said.

I was surprised to be reminded that my father was a vampire, as if I just then came to the realization that he had been turned. My surprise immediately returned to anger. I turned on Jareth again. "And you! How could you? Why the FUCK would you turn my father into a vampire? Do you want me to hate you even more than I already do?"

Jareth's smile did not falter, and Blake had yet to say anything. "Coincidence, my dear. I had no idea he was your father until the day I began searching for you. I simply mentioned your name to him, and as it turns out, he was your father. Small world, isn't it?"

Blake finally spoke up. "What the hell do you want, Jareth?"

"I want my Misery. And I intend to take her back to her rightful home," Jareth replied, his smile falling as he let his anger show through. Anger for what? Blake took me back, because I was never Jareth's in the first place.

"Are you kidding me? 'My rightful home?' Unless you're talking about Blake's house, then you are sorely mistaken! I will never willingly go back to that place you call home," I spat at Jareth.

"That is where you are wrong. I just have to kill Blake, and then compel you to come home with me. It won't be very hard," he said.

"Oh, it won't be hard, will it? Jareth, I'm older than you, and that means I'm stronger that you. Why don't you just go home, and leave us alone? That way nobody gets hurt," Blake reasoned.

"Sorry, Blake. No can do. I want Misery, and unless you're willing to hand her over, this is the only way to get her from you. I WILL have Misery one way or another," Jareth said, taking off his suit coat and handing it to John. He began to roll up his sleeves. "Now, can I have my Misery back?"

"Of course you cannot have 'your Misery' back. She was never yours to begin with," Blake said.

"I figured you would say that. John, you know what to do." Jareth motioned to my father.

John nodded, and grabbed my wrist. "Come on. We don't want you accidently getting hurt while they're fighting."

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" I yelled, struggling to get out of his grip.

"Misery, it's okay, I've got this handled," Blake reassured me.

John continued to drag me to a nearby tree. He took out a piece of rope he had in his pocket, and began to tie my wrists together. "Get the fuck off me! Is this even necessary?" I said, as he began looping the rope that held my wrists together around the tree. He tied a knot in the rope, so I was bound to the tree.

"Yes it is. As I said before, we don't want you getting hurt," John said.

"You sure you don't want to just go home, Jareth?" Blake asked, throwing off his suit coat and rolling up his sleeves as well.

"Are you sure you don't want to just hand over Misery?" Jareth replied.

"Of course not," and with this Blake's teeth and fingernails began to elongate and sharpen. His fingernails outgrew the nail polish, so that it flaked off. The points were razor sharp, sharp enough to cut through flesh with just a light scratch. His canines sharpened to points just as fine as his fingernail. Each tooth turned a gross yellow color, appearing as though they haven't been brushed in their whole existence.

Jareth's body underwent the same change, but his teeth weren't as yellow, and his nails weren't as sharp. I suspect it was because Jareth was younger than Blake.

The two vampires started to growl at each other. It was about to begin.