Chapter 11. Acts of the aggressive nature
Several of the bikers who'd been in a field practicing with cross bows darts, made lewd comments about and to the pair performing the erotic act of passion. To their amusement both the man and young woman retorted lewd comments in return. One offered to give pointers and was briskly refused. Another of the men placed his cross bow on the table beside them and announced he had to take a leak, before slapping another of the spectators shoulder. Sarah and Bryn were aware of what Bear and Lilith were doing, but chose not to look. They continued to dance to the heavy beat of the song blasting out of the boom-box.
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Jareth, Devon at his side, walked through the garden basking in the warm light of the summer sun. Behind the King walked Della, behind Devon was Daisy, both standing guard and keeping an ever watchful eye. Jareth smiled as he watched young men of the Fae court playing games with winsome maids. "You could join them," he suggested to his cousin.
"I don't rob cradles if I can help it," retorted the Baron looking disdainfully at the romping youths. "Too many mother's with very tight apron strings." Jareth snickered as he walked on at his cousin's side.
Oberon watched the young royals as they walked on the pathway. "He looks like a King," he commented in an aside to his wife.
"He does at that, my dearest," she agreed, secretly pleased at having both young royals back in the fold. "It would seem a good many have taken notice that he is here." She pointed to the young women who were eyeing the pair as they walked with their guards.
The High King sighed deeply. "Let us at least hope he's temperate in his rejections of their attentions."
Tatiana pouted slightly, "Oberon, are you so sure he'll reject these offered attentions?"
"I fear so," the High King held a hand out to his wife. "Come let us dance."
Jareth observed the High King escorting his wife to the merry dance in the green garden. He turned his attention toward the minstrels they were now approaching. Devon noticed a flute on the ground, left discarded by some minstrel who'd gone off to dance. He lifted and placed it to his lips. The Goblin King pointed to the mandolin laying at the feet of the lute player, who nodded his permission. Jareth raised it off the ground, tuned it to his liking and began to strum.
Tanya's mother bent to speak in the ear of the seated girl. "See how courtly he can be when someone is not trying to play him?"
The little Fae female did indeed see, and wondered if the handsome young King realized how many of the young Fae female were lining up to snag him. "I will ask him to dance this evening mother." The Duchess smiled broadly thinking she'd soon have the handsome young King for a son in law, and would be part of the royal family at last.
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Lilith was still draped over Bear, basking in the afterglow. Bear looked at Sarah who was now sitting on the picnic table sipping a bottle of ginger beer while she had a discussion with Snake that was becoming a bit heated. She took little or no notice of the pair still entwined, Bear began to pity the girl in his arms and nuzzled her close. The little green eyed Sarah was unaware of Lilith's devotions, and Bear was not about to change that status. He nuzzled the willing girl as he began to listen to the conversation.
"You're insane!" Snake roared with laughter. "No one in their right minds would consider such a thing." He turned to Bear and pointed back at Sarah. "You hear her? She wants to rent the old Danvers place."
"The asylum?" Bear looked at Sarah, who was sitting on the table calm as a clam. "What would you want with that place?" Lilith also lifted her head and looked at Sarah, she too wanted to hear this answer.
"It's perfect for my needs," Sarah said raising the ginger beer bottle to her lips.
"That place is a hell hole!" Snake railed. "Not even the worst biker gang in the territory wants to stay there. Hell, they say it's haunted."
Coyly Sarah looked at the man who she was beginning to think of as a friend. "Snake, you mean to tell me you're afraid of a few wisps of smoke?"
Bear shook his head, "Sarah, don't go there." He warned crossly urging the naked nymph on his still hard arousal to get off. "That place is only good for crows and bats." He pulled his jeans back up his hips and got off his chair. "That place is permeated with… porneuo."
Lilith, still naked as a jay bird sat on the bench beneath Sarah. "That's an old Greek word for evil… no make that Evil with a capital E," she explained leaning back and basking in the last rays of the late after noon sun.
Bear ran a hand though his thick waves of dark hair, "I don't even go there."
"Because of some story of ghosts," Sarah challenged darkly.
The Greek biker leader looked at her, tempted to just let her think what she wanted. "No," he said at last. He took a long drink off the beer passed to him by Snake. "That place has a dark history, little girl. Nasty experiments took place there… hell you thought Daniels was bad? Your friend Doctor Danvers daddy was ten times worse." Pointing his bottle at Sarah he challenged. "You've begun to walk a path, a path of power and magic… you can't ignore the energies that become part of a place… The evil that men do does live on after them, Sarah." Taking another drink he settled down. "Besides it would take a lot of money to rent and fix the place up."
"How much money, give me a ball park figure." Sarah said still not convinced this was not her best hope.
"I doubt the currant owners would even consider renting, but it would have to cost somewhere in the neighbor hood of oh… say… ten grand a month." Snickering he looked at Sarah teasingly. "Think you can get Daddy to raise your allowance?"
"I wouldn't ask him to," Sarah admitted ominously. "I don't want him or the rest of my family involved in this." She bit at her lower lip. "How can a girl make a lot of money around here short of robbing a bank?"
"Striping," Snake and Bear said in unison; Sarah, Bryn and Lilith all looked up at him.
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Della stood behind the King as he finished his dinner, she listened to the conversations. Not just the one Jareth was involved in, but to the ones going on around the room about the handsome and eligible Goblin King. Once more she took a sniff, lightly so not to disturb the King. No, he was not eligible, no matter what he or others said. He had the scent of some female on him and his own essences were mingled with that scent in a manner that was indissoluble. Daisy kept a clear head and a keen eye open. She stood guard and she too was listening to the conversations. Della leaned over toward her and whispered, "I smell a pack of hungry cats looking for a fish."
Daisy chuckled softly, "Can they not see he's no interest in them?"
"Vanity," Della said before fluttering her wings to scare off a young woman approaching the King.
Oberon stood marking the end of dinner and the beginning of the evening's entertainment. Jareth would have preferred to have been allowed to go to his chambers for the remainder of the evening but that was out of the question. The entire assembly was expected to follow the High King and Queen into the Grand Ballroom for dancing and merry making. Jareth and Devon followed along; being of the Royal family they were expected to sit near the High Royal couple on the stairs of the Dais with the rest of the relations that were present.
Jareth took a seat on the stairs, trying to enjoy the spectacle that was being played out. Devon noticed several young women vying to attract the attention of the young King. He leaned back on his elbows and looked at Jareth with a haughty amused grin. "Feeling like a piece of meat yet?"
"More like one of Oberon's prize bulls;" Quipped the King.
Tatiana heard the comments and hid her chuckle behind a fan. She'd long ago stopped trying to pair either Jareth or Devon with a lady of her court. Both seemed perfectly happy remaining unattached. She dropped the fan as a song began to play that was quite merry. Stepping down she turned and offered her hand to the Goblin King. "Come lad, dance with me."
"A pleasure," he smiled warmly to the High Queen taking her hand and escorting her to the dance floor.
"A good many ladies are watching you closely." She observed. "However I see you are not impressed."
Jareth, light on his feet and an excellent partner danced with ease. "I've no desire to be pursued."
The Queen gave him a fond smile. "It would please the High King to see you…"
Jareth interrupted her gently. "I'm as settled as I can afford to be just now, my Lady." He hoped she'd drop it.
"Then a word of caution," she offered and when he nodded she gave it. "Beware of the Gentry; they have designs on your Queen's crown."
"Thank you for the warning," he whispered. "I am aware." When the song ended he escorted the Queen back though a sea of young hopefuls. But it was the young woman waiting at the Dias that caused him more discomfort. Tanya stood with her mother awaiting the High Queen. They struck up a conversation, but the Goblin King was already aware of the purpose.
"I understand your court is active again," the Duchess commented to Jareth. "How wonderful, so handsome a young King and an active court."
"More work than wonderful," Jareth said carefully.
"Ruling is," observed the elder woman softly. "Perhaps that is why it is best to have a Queen at the side of a King."
Devon covered his mouth to prevent the laughter that threatened to escape. He looked at Jareth and wondered how he planed on extricating himself from the clutches of this old hawk hen.
Seeing only one means of escape, Jareth turned to Tanya. "Miss Winderspire, may I have the honor of this dance?" It effectively shut up the mother and the shocked and pleased daughter. The girl gave her hand to the Goblin King, allowing him to take her to the dance floor.
Devon chuckled to himself and looked over at Della who didn't seem pleased with the situation. "Do you dance Della?" He asked hatching a scheme.
The Harpy looked at him at first as if he'd lost his Fae mind and she should end his pain. However she began to see something wicked in the eyes of the Baron and snickered herself. "I'm aware of the principals, and when I dance it's in the night air before a kill."
Duchess Winderspire shivered in revolution and moved quickly away from the pair.
"Good girl," Devon said softly to the Harpy as he tapped the Goblin on the shoulder. "Daisy, keep an eye on them. If it looks like it's becoming too much for our King, step in and break it up… I don't care what excuse you use."
The little Goblin female in her full armor nodded, already planning how to get her King out of the clutches of the Fae girl.
Devon turned to Della, "Dancing in the air sound delightfully dangerous."
The Harpy gave him a simpering smile. "Everything with a Harpy is dangerous… delightfully and other wise." She sighed; "Pity you'll never experience such danger, my Lord Baron."
Moving behind her, Devon patted her on her bottom. "A man can dream Della." He then strolled over to a distant cousin he'd not seen in some time to converse.
The Harpy had not expected the Baron to show such overt attention to her in public. She wore a grimace as he walked beyond where she could knock him down with a flick of her wings. The clearing of the throat of the little goblin at her side startled her back into the moment. "What?" she demanded gruffly.
"They play at games," Daisy warned softly. "He flirts with you because he knows you are safe."
"Are you trying to insult me?" Della growled.
"Not at all," Daisy said unimpressed with the show of the Harpy's teeth. She inclined her head toward the King, "He becomes Goblin… in thought word and deed… that one." She thumbed toward Devon. "Never will."
"Damned observant little shit, aren't you?" Della snickered.
Daisy wore a grin, ear to ear. "Damn right."
Half way through the waltz they were sharing, Tanya found her voice. "You're an excellent partner, far better than most of the young men here at court."
"Do you spend much time at court?" Jareth asked trying to sound polite.
"Not nearly as much as I'd like to," the girl confessed without hesitation. "I find the court very gay."
"As opposed to running errands for your Father?" Jareth found himself teasing the girl unexpectedly.
Tanya batted her lashes at him in what she'd been told was a very becoming way. "Running errands is not nearly as much fun as attending a court function… and you've yet to invite me to even one." She pouted again.
Jareth faltered a step, something he rarely did, and it perturbed him that this snippet had caused it. "My court's gatherings are not nearly as gay as these."
"I have heard differently," she protested ignoring that he was no longer paying attention to the steps of the dance. She had his full attention and that was what she wanted. "I've meet the Lady Rosalind, and she tells tales of a grand ballroom of crystal.."
Cursing under his breath, Jareth vowed to straggle Rosalind with his bare hands. "Does she?"
"And decedent abandon," teased the girl with a blush.
Both Goblin and Harpy guards were aware of the changes, the girl was casting her scent at the King and he was reacting like a hare looking for a hole to hide in. Jareth dropped his hands and stopped dancing. "Young lady, I doubt your father or your mother would approve of you discussing such things in public. Or do you wish to be just another fallen angel?"
Tanya sighed, "I mean no offence Sire."
"What goes on in that Crystal ballroom is not for good little girls." He snapped. "Lady Rosalind had no right to even intimate what goes on in that room."
Tanya looked up at Jareth; her eyes were not filled with sorrow, but with lust and longing. "I'd like you to teach me of what goes on there, Sire." Her voice was subdued and slightly muffled as she wanted only Jareth to hear her offer herself.
Jareth shook his head, "Tanya, this is not the kind of game you are use to… stick to being window dressing." Abruptly he turned and left her standing in the middle of the rest of the dancers. He snapped his fingers as he came close to where Della and Daisy stood. Della was passing a coin to the Goblin with a disgruntled look on her Harpy face. Daisy pocketed the coin looking triumphant. "I've grown fatigued; we will retire for the night." He announced.
Devon looked from the exiting King to the girl moving off the dance floor looking like a huntress. "Oh dear," he muttered. "Jareth, you've only given her fuel for her fires." He looked at the on going celebration and decided it was time to retire himself. Making his apologies he bid good night to the host and hostess and moved swiftly toward the wing he and Jareth were being housed in. He went to his rooms across the hall from those of the King, winking at the guards as he entered his chamber.
"Ten kopecks says she tries again." Daisy said confidently.
"She cannot be that stupid," Della protested.
"Put your money where your mouth is," Daisy suggested pleasantly.
Della's wings twitched, "Fine, ten says she stays away."
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"Striping?" Sarah repeated the word questioningly. "How much can a girl earn?"
Bryn shot a look at her; "You're not seriously thinking of that!"
Sarah hushed her and looked at Bear; "Well?"
He was sorry he and Snake had said anything. "Depends," his voice became serious. "A girl working at one of the big clubs can pull in a grand if she's… willing."
"Willing?" Sarah shook her head, not understanding.
"To perform sex acts, Sarah." Lilith said as if she was talking about the weather.
"That's out," Sarah held up her hands. "I could dance if I had to but…" she shuddered.
Lilith shook her head, "You can't, but I can."
Bryn gave a disgusted grunt, and looked away. "I'm with Sarah."
The Greek girl looked up at the pair of them. "If we all three pooled our cash, we could afford to make an offer on that place." She placed her hand on the bench beside Sarah, careful not to touch but close enough to feel her warmth.
"You didn't even see it!" Bryn snapped at her. "Snake is right, it's a hell hole! And I had enough hell with Daniels, thank you."
Bear looked at Sarah; her eyes were still contemplating the costs. "How much would a dancer make who just danced," she ignored the startled gasp of disbelief that escaped from Bryn and the gloating satisfaction painted on Lilith's smug face.
He took another drink, "I've a cousin who runs a club, The Hungry Hound… he pays his dancers who just dance five bills a night. Tips if they get any are their own; they don't have to divvy them up."
Sarah looked at Bryn, "I could dance," she stated. "You don't have to…"
"Hell," Bryn growled, "You don't really think I'm letting you and her," she pointed at Lilith who was foaming at the mouth over the thought. "Go into this without me, do you?"
Sarah looked at Bear, "Can you get us an interview?"
"Yeah, I suppose I could." Bear sighed. "But Sarah, think about it first. There could be somewhere better suited to your…needs."
"What the bitch needs I can give her." A gruff accented voice claimed. Everyone turned to look at the big Russian biker who was eyeing Sarah like she was a bowl of borsht. "Yuri can make all of the little princess's dreams come true." He smiled a toothy, albeit crooked, grin.
Sarah raised a brow, "Really?"
"You know it," he growled. "I make you dance like little slut monkey…" he began to wiggle his backside suggestively as he grinned.
Bear groaned and turned to speak to the biker, to send him back to the party still going on.
Sarah pursed her lips, "You're a big man eh?" he nodded and passed his hands over his bulge in his slacks. "And you're tough too?" He opened his arms inviting her to come to him. Sarah didn't leave the table; she picked up the crossbow, with a dart still in its quiver and calmly set it flying.
Yuri went to his knees as the dart connected with his groin. Bear blinked and could not help but start to laugh. "Good god, she shot him in the nuts." He watched as Yuri crumpled to his side in pain and embarrassment.
Bear grabbed Snake, "Get Harry, we'd best take stupid here to the emergency room."
"What are you going to tell them?" Snake demanded before moving. "That an eighteen year old virgin shot him in the nuts for being insensitive?"
Bear slapped him on the back, "Works for me."
Sarah put the cross bow down, and looked at the man writhing. "That was fun," she commented quietly.
Bryn looked at her, "You drew blood…. You're first kill so to speak… and on Solstice."
Watching as they dragged Yuri away to Harry's station wagon, Sarah murmured. "It was easy…" She looked at Bryn. "The year begins… and I draw blood…." She moved off the table so she was free to pace. "I have to have a place where I can hide… a place my family won't look for me… That stupid asylum is perfect."
Lilith looked at Bryn, "Sarah's right and you know it."
Bryn nodded, "I don't have to like it."
"No," Sarah agreed. "None of us have to like it… in fact I think Bear is going to hate it… Bear! I need to talk to you."
He had seen Harry off and now returned to where the girls were gathered. Bryn and Lilith on the table, Sarah pacing, "I get the feeling I'm not going to be a happy man." He sighed.
"If we can get the asylum, could you rent it for us?" Sarah asked. "I would prefer my name was not on a lease or a deed… I don't want a paper trail."
Snake had come to listen. "I've an idea… the Danvers place is not the only abandoned asylum here…. There's a smaller one… not far from here. It's not nearly as hellish, and it might go for less. And if we can use one of the buildings such as the garage, it would meet a need we have."
"What place?" Bear asked.
"Caberfae," Snake said quietly.
"Stag's head," Bryn murmured, catching Sarah's attention.
"Tell me about this place," Sarah moved toward Snake. "What's it like."
"It's even more remote than Danvers, it only has four buildings… including the garage. It's on about eighty acres give or take an acre surrounded by woods. You can't even see it from the road." Snake informed the girl. "And I know it would cost a lot less than what Danvers would."
"Problem," Bear said taking a seat again, and pulling Lilith to him. "It's on a ley line."
Sarah turned to Bryn, who answered. "Energy lines that run all over the planet… some converge and give a boost to magic users… Some say they are left over trails from the Fae, mystical roads to portals."
"Not a problem than, because that's just what we would need." She turned to Snake. "How soon can we go look at this place?"
Bear looked at Lilith, "I guess you'd better dress, baby… looks like we're going for a ride."
Lilith shimmied off and began to pull her clothes back on her body. "Sounds like fun… visiting an abandoned asylum after sunset…. What a great way to end the day."
What worried Bear was he was sure she meant it.
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Upon reaching the relative safety of his chamber the Goblin King disrobed and shrugged into a silk robe to relax. Pouring a glass of wine, Jareth moved toward the wide doors opening onto his balcony. He sipped the vintage wishing he had not left the orb on the night stand at home. He would have liked the diversion of one of the more interesting dreams captured there. The dance with Tanya had set him on edge and now he wanted nothing more than to wind down, let everything go and relax. He let the cooling air of the evening caress his face as he closed his stormy eyes.
In the hall outside the King's chamber stood the Harpy and Goblin keeping watch. To pass the time Della struck up a conversation with the Goblin she had been paired with as guard for over a year now. "Do you have any hobbies?"
"Perfecting my sword skills," answered Daisy thoughtfully. "You?"
"No," she frowned. "Why do you work so hard at perfecting a skill you're already a master at?" She paced a bit, getting antsy and feeling some energy field moving.
Daisy was also aware of the movement, but kept the conversation going. "I never know when the King may have need of one of my talents."
"Such as?" Della wondered if her little Goblin companion were boasting. "Name one," she challenged.
"Castration," Daisy brandished her blade and made a swift movement than replaced the blade with a proud expression on her little face.
Della, flexing one talon and wiggling her sharp ends in the air said sarcastically. "Waste of good steel when one quick grab and yank will do the same job." She yanked at the air and grunted in satisfaction.
"I'm not looking for a snack," Daisy quipped. "Perhaps the King does not feed you birdies well enough… what kind of seed is it you like?" She felt the hackles on her neck raise. "Company," she whispered.
Della sniffed the air, "I'll be damned, the balcony." She muttered opening the King's door a crack to peep in. Beneath her the little Goblin maid peeped also, not wishing to be left out.
The cool air carried the girls perfume with ease and the Goblin King frowned as he opened his eyes and turned to the edge of the balcony. The unwanted guest was coming out of the shadows in what she thought would be a dramatic entrance. "Miss Winderspire, I don't recall inviting you to my chamber." His voice was edged with anger.
The girl knew the gentle breeze would move the gossamer sheer gown revealing her body. "Won't you call me Tanya, Jareth?" she pleaded prettily, "I should think you know me well enough after a year to use my name."
"No," he stated coldly. "I don't think so."
A few more steps and she were within one foot of him not daring to move closer without his permission. "I must confess that not all of my trips to your court were for my father alone… I find you…"
"Don't say another word," he groaned as if taxed to his limit. "You have no idea of what you're doing or where you are trying to go." He waved her off. "Go back the way you came and I'll forget you ever came here."
"I won't," Daisy whispered to Della; "That's ten kopecks if you please birdie."
"Greedy little runt," griped the Harpy as she passed the coins to her cohort.
"Think we should go rescue him?" Daisy asked softly looking again at the king as she pocketed more of the Harpy's pay.
"Not just yet," Della monitored the situation. "He's not having any trouble yet… and this is more entertaining than just standing guard."
"Agreed," quipped the Goblin leaning on the jam.
"Ten kopecks says he gets rid of her without our help," Della bet.
"Done."
The Fae girl giggled as he waved her off. "You don't really want me to leave, do you? Now when I put this on just for you," she said turning so he could see the transparency of her gown and her firm young body beneath it.
"Go away," Jareth said in antipathy turning his back on her and entering his chamber only to have her follow right behind him. He heard her foot falls and made a face. "Girl I'm not interested."
"I'm sure that can't be true," she cooed. "I have heard of your…appitite."
'I'll kill Rosalind when I get my hands on her!' he thought to himself, for he'd heard how the red haired beauty had boasted of games in the King's bed. He paused, pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to face the little nuisance of femininity. "Miss Winderspire, this is your last warning… don't push this any further."
She had backed him up to the bed and knew one good push at the right spot would send him crashing to the mattress. She pulled the cord that held her dress closed, it opened like a flower before she discarded it. "I long for you to teach me Jareth… the ways of love that you prefer. Accept me as your student…my King." She tugged on his robe's tie and pulled before shoving to send him to the bed. A moment later as she began her decent to his bed she caught herself in mid decent and began to scream. Grabbing her gown she wrapped it about her naked from and ran to the open door and the hall. She shoved the Harpy and the Goblin aside.
Devon nearly collided with her on her way out of the King's chamber. He watched her run down the hall barely covered by the filmy fabric of her gown. He turned to the sight of two guards falling on each other in peals of laughter before he entered the chamber. Jareth lay on the bed counting. Devon looked at his manhood and gasped.
Della called down the hall where the Fae girl had retreated, "Hey Lady! Didn't you ever see a spring loaded javelin?" She moved into the chamber and looked at the King. "Oh that was beautiful!"
"So glad you and your little buddy were entertained," Jareth said venomously. "A little help would have been nice."
"What, and spoil your… unveiling?" Daisy quipped as she passed coins back to Della. "I think not!"
Devon was still staring at the evil looking coil that was wrapped around his cousin's cock. "What is that?"
"They call it a cock coil," Jareth discreetly pulled the robe over his nakedness. "I had this one designed some time ago…"
"Is it painful?" Devon was still making a face.
"Not for the one wearing it," Jareth sat up hearing the commotion in the hall and the High King bellowing. "Here comes trouble."
Devon took a seat on the edge of the bed, "I'm sticking around for this."
Both guards parted allowing the High King but none other entry to the chamber. Oberon frowned and moved toward the bed. "That blasted girl is screaming loud enough to wake the dead… what did you do to her?"
"I never even touched her," Jareth said frowning. "She came here, uninvited and unwelcomed… and she tried to…." His façade of anger gave way to a smirk. "seduce me."
"She's waking the entire house," Oberon claimed. "There has to be a reason beside being refused…."
Devon cleared his throat, pointing down to the fabric covering the King. Jareth shoved him and he fell off the bed beginning to laugh uncontrollably. Oberon, using his body to block view from the door motioned his Goblin King to reveal to him what Devon was snickering about. Seeing the coil he rolled his eyes; "Great Goddess, what did you go and do?" He complained like a tired elder. "It's always something with you two… I suppose you have one as well."
"Not yet," Devon quipped.
Jareth covered himself again. "I had no intentions of sharing it with that… girl. She forced herself on me."
Oberon paused, snickered than laughed fully. "Oh I can hear the tales now."
"I'm going home." Jareth said quietly. "A man can at least get a good night's sleep there." He snapped his fingers to the two guards who were still tittering away. "Have everyone ready to go in an hour."
Oberon sighed, "I won't stop you… but do come again… I promise I'll make sure that girl stays far away…"
"She's on a mission, my King," Jareth frowned. "Her mother wants her to be my queen…"
"She's not a bad candidate." Oberon offered.
Jareth rose from the bed, shaking his head. "I've no love for her, or her family. They want a connection to your court, not mine."
Devon pulled himself off the floor. "A lovely party… we must do this again some time... perhaps you could come visit us…I'm sure we could arrange some entertainment that would be suitable."
Oberon glared at the young Baron. "I sent you to his courts to be a good influence on him. What happens? You two fall back into your old patterns of tomfoolery!" He cuffed both younger Fae.
"Hey, he's a King, I'm just a lowly Baron… I have to follow what he says…" Devon protested. "And I didn't ask for that assignment if you recall, Uncle."
The High King frowned, "I wish your mother had given you a sister, maybe then you'd understand my predicament." He thought of how his sister had badgered him and how he'd given in to gain a moment's peace.
Devon made a face, "I don't need or want a sister."
The High King looked at his own boy. "I would have preferred some time to be alone and talk…"
"Come see me at my court," Jareth offered.
"Yes, perhaps we will." Oberon looked toward the crowds in the hall. "Leave quietly."
Jareth nodded.
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That the gate to the place was unlocked had surprised Sarah. That Snake seemed to know his way about it didn't. "You've been here before." She stated.
"Yep," Snake admitted happily. "Both Bear and I grew up playing here. We used to sneak in here and camp out at the old quarry."
Bryn closed her eyes and let the energies slid over her as they flowed like a river. "It's good energy," she said in surprise.
Lilith looked at the main building. "Does it have a basement?"
"Yep, but you would have to be careful, it's hued outta rock down there. This is all limestone." He pointed about the land.
Bear looked at Sarah; "You're going to take it, aren't you?"
She nodded. "It's perfect," she agreed. "Want to go in with us?"
"Hell why not, least I can do is keeping the law off your trail." He scratched his cheek, "I think you ought to be careful in what you plan."
The girl looked at him, "It will take more than a year for me to get ready for what I plan… during that time I've an assignment for you, my friend." Sarah's voice hardened. "I want you to watch Doctor Daniels for me… I know he's not going to leave here… he's got unfinished business. And I don't want him to escape justice."
"Justice," questioned the big Greek man. "Or revenge Sarah?"
"A bit of both," she admitted. Moving toward the front of the building she nodded; "Yes, this will do…."
Bryn looked as a shooting star crossed overhead; she felt the chill in the air and was grateful for Snake's arm going over her shoulder. "Dancing huh?"
Lilith began to bump and grind to some song in her head, giggling.