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Jared's hands were massaging Julianna's sides as they made out against the tree. He had finally asked her for her hand in marriage and she had said yes. They had taken a walk to have some alone time to celebrate. Jared pulled away from her and started kissing her neck. She felt the tip of his fangs just gaze across her skin. Her knees went weak as she moaned.
" Drink from me." She whispered. " Please."
" I will take it from where no one will see." He whispered against her collarbone.
Jared slipped to his knees in front of her and gathered up her skirts. He moved under her gown, pleased to find she wasn't wearing any under garments. She had down that for him, to make things easier for him. Jared kissed her inner thigh, making her breath caught. He moved to her other thigh and let his tongue drag up it. Then he moved to her core and took that into his mouth as well. Julianna moaned loudly as he lapped and licked at her. Her hands were grasping at her dress. The tip of his tongue teased and licked at her bud while he slipped a finger inside her. He found the spot inside her that trembled and started to massage it slowly. She was whimpering and begging him for more. He continued to work his tongue against her, licking and sucking her into his mouth until she started to orgasm. Then he sank his fangs into her right inner thigh. She cried out as he sucked hard. His finger continued to work inside her as her warmth contracted around him.
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Once again, Lyric woke up in the middle of a massive orgasm. She was panting and sweating as the sweet wave rolled over her. She slid down her bed with her eyes shut and her body trembling. When the orgasm started to die down, she opened her eyes and shook her head. She stared at her ceiling and started to laugh. This was the best her sex life had ever been and she was alone.
She had been having those strange dreams every night for the past four weeks. The dreams were always set in different times in history but it was always her and Jerry. She shook her head as she put her hands into her hair. Another perfectly good pair of panties soaked through. What was with this man? Why was he in her dreams? They weren't always having sex, he wasn't always performing oral sex on her in them. Sometimes they were talking together, something they were just kissing. One thing was sure, they were in love in every dream. Something else that was the same, he was always biting her and drinking from her, like a vampire.
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Lyric and Jerry had been seeing each other for two weeks and Jerry was being plagued by her deaths. He'd pace around his place during the day, remembering the deaths all to clearly. He wanted to rush forward with her, wanted to change her and start their forever, but he knew he had to take things slowly with her. In this life time, relationships were stronger if the parties took their time. But her deaths were haunting him.
Her first death was, by far, the most painful for him.
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Sometime during the 1400's:
Jareth arrived at her father's house at the beginning of the their wedding night. The wedding was to take place there, then they were take his carriage to his house. Jareth couldn't wait to make her his bride. He dismounted from his horse and jogged up the stairs to her house. A servant opened the house and the scent hit him strong. It wasn't her scent, it was her blood. With a growl Jareth charged up the stairs. He reached the top as her father and a servant came out of her room. Both were crying.
" What happen?" Jareth yelled. " Where is she?" Her father fell to his knees and covered his face. Jareth growled again and moved into her room. " No!" Jareth let out a scream that echoed through the entire house. He ran to the bed and crawled over to her.
Elizabetha was laying on her bed, dressed in her dressing gown. Her wedding dress was laying over a chair, waiting for her. There was a knife sticking out of her chest, out of her heart. Her blood was all over her bed and the front of her gown. He gathered her to him, his arms going under her and around her chest. He pressed his fingers to her throat, already knowing she was dead. He screamed and growled as he rocked her.
" Elizabetha." He whined as he rested his chin against the top of her head. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
He held her to him for hours, ignoring everyone who came into the room and growling at anyone who touched her. Finally, he pulled her away from him with tears slipping from his eyes. He grabbed a hold of the knife and yanked it out of her chest. He stared at it, knowing right away who killed his bride-to-be. He squeezed the handle and closed his eyes. He had warned Philippe over and over again. Told the man Elizabetha was to be his bride and to stay away from her. Philippe had been her suitor before Jareth. But her father had chose Jareth to be her groom. Philippe hadn't taken the news well.
He looked down at his love one last time. Fresh tears came to his eyes. He swept his hand over her hair then touched her cold lips. He leaned down and kissed her.
" I love you. I love you." He whispered. " I will make him pay. LaMont!" Her weeping father came forward. " We will bury her in her wedding gown. I want to bury her on my land, in my vault. I wish her to have my last name along with yours on her tomb." He didn't take his eyes from her face. Her father nodded.
" Of course." He whispered. Jareth finally looked up and reached his hand to the man. LaMont came forward and the men grasps their hands tightly together.
" I will make him pay for what he did to us. He will pay for what he took from us."
" How will you find him?" The destroyed father asked.
" Question not my methods. Please, keep her here, just as she is. Make funeral arrangements. At night fall I will be back. I will undress her and bath her myself. Then, we shall bury her." Jareth said.
When Jareth left the LaMont house, he picked up her blood scent right away. He took off running through the woods, following the scent, tracking the man. Phillip was found hiding in a cave deep in the woods. Jareth entered the cave, fangs extended. He wasted no time in ripping the man to pieces while he was still alive. Phillip's screams echoed through the forest followed by Jareth's growls. He then hid out in the cave when the sun came up. He spend the day, pacing the cave, screaming, growling and crying.
At night fall, he returned as promised. LaMont said nothing. Jareth nodded to the father and he knew the job had been done. Jareth then undressed his bride carefully. He washed her body, cleaning the dry blood off of her while crying softly. She had begged him over and over again to change her but he had wanted to hold off. He wanted to give her father as much time with her as he could. Now, Jareth was hating himself for not doing as she asked.
Elizabetha was laid to rest on a coffin lined with the petals of roses. She was wearing her wedding dress and he had left her hair down, the way he loved it. He had braided some strands of it then cut the braid off. He had tucked a blanket around her. The blanket had his name on it so if anyone dared to break into her tomb, they knew who she belonged too. He kissed her forehead before the lid was placed and sealed. There was not a dry eye to be found. Jareth came to her father and placed his hands on the older man's shoulders. He leaned down and spoke softly to him.
" I will care for you until your death. She adored you and so that makes you my family." Jareth said. LaMont nodded.
" She loved you with all that she had."
For the rest of the ten years of her father's life, Jareth had money sent to the house. He returned to her tomb every year on the day that was to be their wedding day. He'd spend the evening sitting in front of it, touching her name plate and sometimes crying. When her father finally passed, Jareth had him laid to rest beside his daughter. Her name plate read:
' Here lies Elizabetha LaMont-LeFae. Adored daughter of Annabell and Henri LaMont, beloved wife to Jareth LeFae.'
For years after her death, Jareth roamed the country side. He became the reason the villagers were scared of the night. He murdered every man who reminded him of her murderer, tearing into their necks and ripping them apart. He was ruthless. The longer time went the more animal like Jareth became, the more the hate consumed him until 100 years after her death when he found her again as Julianna.