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Chapter 13 Into the night

Sarah whimpered as Jareth continued to hold her in his embrace. She knew she was dreaming but his touch was aggressively possessive and felt with such absolute clarity that she couldn't help but be a little afraid. She tried to wiggle herself free but that only made him smile wider.

"Keep that up Sarah and our first night as husband and wife will not meet your expectations." He said saucily.

Her eyes widened even more as he chuckled at her shocked reaction. He definitely was going to enjoy deflowering his little wife. Feisty she would be and stubborn but he wouldn't want it any other way. What's the point of having a motionless bitch under you; he's had plenty of whores in his long lifetime all willing to do whatever pleased him. No he wanted a wild, fierce lover like himself. To be able to give back the soul stealing euphoria he would be giving to her. To not only touch and feel but taste and devour. He could not stall any longer. He wanted her now and he would have her.

He released his hand from her mouth slowly, and softly said "Sarah, Remember our wedding? It was beautiful was it not? Our vow to each other is binding for all eternity, you know. I never got to tell you where our honeymoon would be. Things seemed to have gotten a bit out of hand after our memorable dance." He waved his hand in the air and a crystal appeared. His eyebrow arched and he gave her a small nod of the head indicating for her to take it.

She looked at the crystal with curiosity, for its color was not like the others she's seen him conjure up. This one was the color of the evening sky that held the light of the moon and stars. Sarah had a feeling this was not going to end well. Weather it was good or bad she honestly didn't know, and at the moment didn't care either. She felt a strong pull towards Jareth. This really did not feel like a dream. Dreams could be controlled, somewhat controlled. Especially now that she had access to her newly acquired magic. She should probably try to wake up, but in a way she didn't want to. It was as if invisible bonds of soft silk held her in place and promised of sweet dreams coming to life.

Jareth sensed her emotional turmoil; they were linked by a blood bond that would always allow them to sense each others feelings. That's why Sarah was having such a struggle deciding weather to stay or wake up. And now with Jareth's own newly reinstated powers every emotion he displayed or pushed onto her would be felt tenfold by Sarah.

He extended the crystal sphere to her and began his seduction "Look Sarah, you know you want to." His voice a sensual whisper that floated all around her "Let me take you into the night, where a love that has waited far, far too long to come into fruitation awaits." He began to circle her, as his hand gently caressed an arm, a shoulder, her back. "Let me show you what was taken away from us."

A Shiver passed through Sarah. Weather it was pleasurable anticipation or dreaded fear, she could not decipher at the moment. His intense presence robbed her of all coherent thought. He emanated dark, forbidden lust and power that only seemed to arouse her curiosity and desire. And she was beginning to enjoy it.

"How can I trust you" she said in a whisper he barely could hear.

A haughty smile graced his face "oh, but you already have Sarah." He replied.

He continued ever so gently to caress her as he made his way back to stand in front of her. He felt her walls crumbling down one brick at a time and he only wished he could continue his sweet seduction but time was running short. He needed to take her, now. He was feeling the ever present probing of his father's wards trying to detect intruders. And an intruder he was.

Sarah couldn't grasp a steady emotion. One minute she wanted to force herself to wake up, the next she wanted to wrap herself around this dark Angel that stood ever strong and arrogantly irresistible in front of her. She knew she shared a deeper bond with Jareth then she did for Dimitri. And a stronger pull then King Odin had on her. But that could be because of their marriage ceremony. But then what were those flashes of a life she knew she lived before. They never went away; it just lingered there and was becoming more and more vivid. She remembered seeing Jareth and Dimitri. But everything was in a haze for her as if a veil was covering what it all meant. She thought she remembered seeing King Odin in those visions but with her mind so tired she couldn't tell for sure. She needed time to sort it all out. But with Jareth standing in front of her like a knight in shinning armor she couldn't hold on to a single decision.

A compulsion of intense desire was sent to Sarah's mind by Jareth. He didn't want to sink that low but he had no other choice. This was the only way to make her agree. Just one word was all he needed. He knew he couldn't linger any longer. First she was beginning to tether back and forth on her emotions and secondly his presence was being felt. Any second he could be detected and his father appearing at that second wouldn't make things any better.

"Sarah, take this sphere and say your mine and we will go to a place where no one can touch us. I will give you time to think of whatever you wish then but now please do as I say and I will be your slave." He repeated the same words he had said to her a few years ago hoping it would click this time, hoping she would understand exactly what he meant.

Her eyes latched on to his intensely. At that moment he knew she remembered it all. There was no way now that she would refuse for she shared with him an adventure and built a trust with him that she had not with Dimitri or especially his father.

She smiled and raised her hand took the sphere into her hands. But as she recited the two words she was told to say two things happened at once. Jareth hearing the words of her willing giving herself to him, he instantly grabbed her in a frontal embrace and witnessed his father's angry and surprised appearance.

King Odin sensed his son a second too late. By the time he appeared in his room where Sarah was supposed to be sound asleep, he realized his error for Sarah was not there. He never suspected Jareth could ever reach the upper heavens and he couldn't, the only way was through the Dark arts and that he never thought Jareth would accept truly. Dimitri he would have no doubt for the boy reeked of the foul magic. But Jareth he never would have truly believed he would have accepted the darkness with such welcoming abode; if he hadn't seen with his own eyes as he swept Sarah into his embrace and vanished.

Shocked he was but unprepared he was not. After all he was a being of supreme intelligence. He knew Jareth had his stubborn and presistant qualities; along with many others but there was also another thing they had in common. Being Father and son; two could play at this game.

With a smile that would have made Mt. Everest's snow cap melt into water in a second, he vanished as well.

In a dark corner of King Odin's room where Sarah should have been soundly asleep, a dark and angry figure stood watching everything that occurred. So his brother finally grew the balls to accept that Dark gift. That pleased him tremendously, for now he wouldn't feel too guilty when he ripped his arrogant little neck off!

Dimitri actually chuckled at the thought that now Sarah would know everything, including the fact that Jareth now had chosen a life that would require humane sustenance. That would be interesting to watch he thought to himself. Sarah accusing him of becoming the one thing she despised the most. A biter. A basterd of hell. The reason she had refused him. Oh how the tables have turned.

And his father now lusting after her as well, but that was to be expected "Well, I guess there's nothing wrong with a bit more of family rivalry. Nothing better then a healthy competition to expand ones determination" he said to himself as he began to look around his fathers room.

He spotted and picked up a little statue of a women figurine posing in what seemed as pure ecstasy, she had one plump breast exposed and her hands fondling herself. "A bit tacky father, I would expect a bit more eloquent art in your private chambers."

King Odin smiled at his son and said "You would be right Dimitri, if this was my private chamber."

Dimitri laughed as he turned around to greet his father. "Shall we talk or should I continue to appraise the artwork in here?"

"Let's begin my son."