Hello readers ~

First off I would like to apologize for the long wait. I seriously lost my muse and despite having half of the chapter written a few months ago, I couldn't get myself to finish the chapter. I love all of you guys and thank you to Arora-Silverwind, RaversMelody, Nightingale123, and Jane86445, for all the wonderful reviews. They really do mean the world to me. I can't guarantee a quick update after this as I work 30-35 hours a week and have college as well as a boyfriend. So I will promise to get the next chapter out as soon as I can. This fic is not dead! Finally I would like to say that I never believed that I could make a story twenty chapters long...its an amazing feeling. 3 Sincerely yours ~

Ice

Disclaimer: I do not own Fable or any of its characters, Lionhead Studios. Jet and her family belong to me though.

Chapter 20: Personal

She felt naked. Exposed and naked. The nurse tending to her wounds had seen many summers with her mane a vibrant silver. This woman had the audacity to strip Jet of her filth ridden, torn, ragged clothes herself and look over her lean body. Jet did not know what to think of the elder's actions but tried to keep in mind that she was healing her broken body. For a good hour the woman cleaned, stitched, and mended her torso wrapping them in clean linens to keep any unwanted infection out.

While the elder took care of her lower half Jet took a moment to survey the room. The stone walls did well to keep the mood somber and the few candles gave a soft soothing relaxed atmosphere. Her hands caressed the silk sheets enjoying the smooth cool sensation tingling her fingers. Off in the corner was a dresser and mirror handsomely crafted. On the other side of the room stood a bookshelf and desk mildly littered with papers and books. Curiosity began to eat at her as she wanted to figure out what those books said. Maybe it was the truth of Albion's history or what life was hundreds of years ago. She resisted the urge to get up and walk over to the desk.

Neither ladies noticed the oak boards swinging open to reveal the master of the house. The first thing he noticed was the teen sitting on his bed almost as bare as the day she was born. Thoughts slithered to his mind and slowly headed down south. When the old woman stood up and turned towards him did he regain his composure. Silver silently swayed as the nurse went to grab fresh cloth leaving Jet alone with Jack of Blades. Jet began to feel the intensity of the situation as his eyes landed on her and long tense moments passed without sound.

Uneasy and feeling vulnerable Jet turned her eyes toward the window to break the silence.

"This room is beautiful…" Jack of Blades moved deftly through the room to stand beside the windowsill where Jet seemed to occupy her gaze.

"I guess my taste is not so horrible for a human hmm?" She returned his stare and found something unnerving in them. Unable to speak she shook her head lightly and turned away from him. Jack felt slighted but curious as to why she was acting this way. "Do I not look pleasing to you right now?" Her eyebrows furrowed in agitation.

"It's not that…there is something in your eyes that's unnerving." They stayed in complete silence only to be broken by the nurse returning with a cloth. She immediately went for the wound on her face, forcefully digging into it and cleaning out the dirt and sweat.

"Ah!" She tried to jerk away but the woman had a strong grip on her. Hot streaks trickled down her nose and lips leaving a metallic taste. Those green eyes widened lightly at the realization that blood was coming from the wound again.

"Hush child and stop squirming. It is your fault the town is in unrest and it is your families fault for everything that has gone wrong." Jet said nothing to the woman despite feeling every bone in her body to knock the elder into the next millennium.

Instead Jet turned her eyes away from the nurse and let the woman roughly handle her. She was far too tired to do much but noticed the aura radiating from Jack. Evidently the nurse did too and turned to the man she was sworn to bow down to.

Subconsciously the teenager was careful not to let blood stain the silken sheets. Jack motioned for the woman to leave and obediently the nurse left without another word but managed a glare to the teen. He moved over to the medical kit that had been forgotten and took out some thread and a needle. Jet's eyes widened at the sight.

"W-wait…hold on. You're not-" The man turned fully back to an angsty Jet; threaded needle at hand. It impressed her that he had managed to thread the needle and have the thing set for surgery…men typically did not have that skill.

"Jet." She shivered at her name on his lips and the way he was looking at her gave all the more reason to shut her mouth. Green eyes watched as the man cloaked in red lowered himself to her level, those golden orbs twitching lightly. His left arm came up and patted her face with a soft white cloth, quickly staining a deep red from the blood that oozed out of the gash, gently sliding down her pale skin. Her left eye closed instinctively from the touch, fear rising with each contact point.

With the blood flow receding Jack took the needle and pierced her skin. Now both of Jet's eyes clamped shut as she tried to hide in her happy place and with little success. Shivers rode up her spine with each threading, feeling the tug of cotton against raw skin. Roughly a minute passed before Ruler tied up the thread and patted at the girl's face one last time.

She opened her eyes to watch Jack rise back up to place the used items back in the kit and head over to his desk. The books creaked as the spine adjusted to the movement caused from Jack's hand and they closed with a light thud. Ruler turned back to Jet and she felt that same tension from only moment ago. Jet glanced to his eyes then turned off to the side.

Jack of Blades stood there watching her body. The way her shoulders hunched over in an attempt to be conservative and hide herself from his prying eyes or how her green orbs were half closed and focused on the floor, he knew. Right now she was extremely vulnerable both mentally and physically and Jet was far more than aware of the exact position she was in. He smiled maliciously under the comfort of his mask.

His metal boots scraped against the floor and she twitched slightly, Jack all-knowing and observing of course saw this and wondered why she would be so tense, though he did have an idea. He moved over to the bed again reaching out to her hair. Those black locks of hers were rare for those of Albion, so many then and now were sandy blondes, or at darkest, light brunettes. Jet though was much like him, dark and pale. When his claw grazed her cheek she flinched again and Jack's eyes narrowed.

"What of me do you fear?" Jet turned her face to where he could see nothing of her pale cheek, only her shimmering locks of ebony mane. He could hear her voice soft and meek but could not hear a word she spoke. Jack would not put up with this behavior and she would tell him, whether if she were willing or not. "Child, look at me when you speak." Her eyebrows knotted in annoyance. He took everything away from her already; couldn't she at least keep her dignity?

The knots twisting and turning in her stomach screamed for her not to look at him. Those feelings running around reminded her how every time she looked into Jack's eyes fear, adrenaline, and a foreign emotion would arise…an emotion she had only dreamed of as a child. Certainly she couldn't feel that way for this, if one would call him such, man. Ruler held no feelings for her like that but he did see something in her and she didn't want to bring that out.

"My name is Jet…not child." The space between his eyebrows folded under pressure gone unseen by the teenager but Jet certainly could feel it.

"I know what your name is girl. I will call you what I deem is necessary. Now look at me, that's an order." Afraid and cornered Jet followed the command to satisfy the need. Their eyes met and in seconds Jack had Jet spellbound. A chill ran down her spine as the feeling of being prey crept through her body. When their eyes connected everything around them froze and Jack finally read her fear. Just as he thought.

A chuckle rumbled through the rock laden room as he felt his power return to him. So many women he could have had because they were willing to lay with him, attracted to his power and standing. Yet here sat a young woman who actually feared him because of that. Tonight would be more fun than he originally thought.

His metal clad hand came up and gently graced along her jaw and he watched her shiver ever so slightly, a mix between the much wanted touch of a man and fear. Jet was strange, he thought to himself, that she claimed to want nothing to do with love and finding a partner for her life and yet her body screamed out against her. She had ignored the feelings for so long that now she would not be able to control herself if she were to be pushed a little too far…which wouldn't be too hard for him. This will be a wonderful game.

She glared up at him, her orbs glittering in the candle light and Jack of Blades couldn't help but to smile under his mask. It only amused him more when she furrowed her eyebrows even further in agitation.

"You fear me because of what I had said earlier. Now come child, are you to tell me that you aren't interested in such a thing? You are eighteen now correct?" Jet let out a snort.

"No! I've got other more important thing to think about!" His thumb began to stroke against her cheek.

"What a pretty little liar. You can say one thing," he inched in close to her leveling himself next to her ear, "Jet, but your body tells me otherwise." His free hand suddenly came onto her stomach forcing Jet onto her back.

Her mind raced through any way to defend herself or at least get him off of her as his body hovered over the hormone raging teenager. Sure enough Jet found herself scrambling for loose thoughts as adrenaline rushed her body a little faster than she could keep up with and her horror came to life. Jet was enjoying this.

Immediately her face flushed crimson.

The glow in Jack's eyes made it clear that he knew her weakness; she loved feeling helpless and weak. No matter how much she fought him, that spark in her eye challenged him and he would take it up. His lower region certainly didn't help in his clear thinking either. The thought of breaking her drove him wild beyond comprehension and he was going to do that tonight.

His hands gripped her upper arms squeezing and pinning them down to the fluffy mattress below them and he could have sworn a light gasp came from the girl.

"You are mine tonight, little Jet." Without another word he released one of her arms easily avoiding the flailing limb and removed the ornate face cover of his. Jet paused for a moment to analyze him. Just like her, Ruler was pale and had black locks of hair. What mesmerized her was the plainness of his features.

In all honesty Jet had imagined him to be this drop dead gorgeous man that every woman swooned over but looking at him now, it slightly bugged her. In an odd way he had his own sex appeal with how plain his features were.

His nose and chin were sharp and narrow but his jaw was strong and firm with a light definition. Even more so his cheeks and eyes were not the most defined which eased the sharpness of the nose and chin. As Jet examined his face Jack watched with dark eyes waiting to feel the adrenaline rushing beneath his fingers. Her voice broke the tense silence with a quiet murmur.

"You're…plain...?" It took him moments to fully register what the girl had just said but when he finally did, his trademark smirk stretched across his face. Jack only grinned wider when Jet visibly flinched taking the opportunity to work her into a relaxed mood. He took off his gloves and began to work on her arms, rubbing them softly and gently.

Jack of Blades felt his need grow watching the girl below him fight for what little dignity she had left. Her will and perseverance reminded him of Scarlet Robe, one woman he wanted just as badly. What was it about these women that drove him to the brink of insanity that others just could not? Only because they made him feel like this made him want them…to break them and claim them as his. A selfish and greedy man he was but it never bothered him. Nothing ever did unless if it was out of his control.

Jet didn't like the feeling that he was giving her. This…this whole position and moment was wrong…on so many levels. She was not supposed to be in bed with the mad man or even be so vulnerable before him because of course the only thing covering her were bandages.

"Of course dear Jet, what did you expect? One of those cliché villains in those books that you illegally read? Ooooh, that reminds me, that is something else I could punish you for." The way his eyes glowed at her made young Jet squirm in response and attempting get out of his reach. His only response was leaning down to her exposed neck and leaving a bruise.

A yelp echoed in the room as the teenager squirmed for a few seconds more before settling down and finally getting the pressure off of her neck. That smirk on his face was there again and Jet noted to one day slap that off of his face.

"Let go of me…" she tried to make it sound threatening but the words hardly came out a whisper and Jack of Blades only gave her that look of ages. "I didn't do anything wrong…I don't even know what kind of books you're talking about…" Jack leaned down to her neck again, their manes intertwining, and whispered softly to her,

"Oh I know what books child, all that is around you has eyes and those eyes tell me." She felt his teeth sink in and actually penetrating her skin and slowly as he worked on her Jet began to lose all senses succumbing to the need of her body.