(M) Helena//In The Night...Shadows stalking

[Helena Contier]

The night had passed away, that was all she had known, but the time now was lost as the normal light that bounced from her pale skin was no longer touching her as his heavy curtains kept them from the room. She felt the silk barely covering her; her chest almost exposed if it weren’t for his body next to hers. Her arm was over his chest, her fingers lightly moving as complete awareness consumed her.

It was rare, for her to have stayed so long; normally a fight would have erupted by now as it often did. They may have seemed so similar but they were often different. Dark and cold, yes. But their views were different. He enjoyed death, she however did not.

[Jareth Devereux]

Jareth turned his face and looked over at her. Slowly opening his eyes, he had one arm around her shoulders, holding her close to him. His hand came up and stroked back the soft curls around her face. The evening would soon be settling in and he wondered if she'd stick around for another night or two. Or if when she woke, she'd be gone like so many others.

Turning into her more, he touched his lips to her forehead softly in a kiss. His eyes closed and he hugged her tighter. "How many souls are you keeping in wait?" He whisped softly into her hair. It wasn't that he wanted her to go, but he'd never admit that. Even if it made him sound like a jerk, he'd try to keep up the front of only thinking of her as an easy access kind of girl. A one night stand, even if it happened a few times.

[Helena Contier]

Her eyes fluttered open, his arm was around her shoulder, that pulled her into him. She lokked up at him, her ice eyes falling onto his face, a small smile spreading to her lips. She closed them again, nuzzling into his neck she had no words to speak just yet.

There was silence till he spoke, wondering of how many souls she had abandoned to someone elses care. "I don't know." She mumbled quietly. "I could careless." She let out a small laugh, opened her eyes again she gazed up to him. "As of this moment I don't care to much about reaping souls." She propped her self up, this day she had not yet wanted to leave. She did not want to at all. She just hoped they would not break into another fight.

And she had never known what it was, that kept her coming back to his bed. Back to him.

[Jareth Devereux]

Laying on his back, he stared up at her. A hand reached up and pushed through her golden curls. "Ah, but it is your job, Ange foncé. You are a reaper and if souls do not get taken, then it throws off the whole cosmic balance, you know this." His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb stroked over the pale flesh.

"Your lucky I lost my soul long ago, what if you had to reap mine? I feel from you, that it is something you could never do." Sitting up, he pushed his digits back into her hair and kissed her softly. His lips angled against hers and his tongue manuvered to part the soft pinks. But a knock came to the door and a little growl crept into his throat. 'Enter." But he never took his attention off her.

A young man entered. Obviously a little nervous to be here, because the trembling was apparent. He had light blonde hair and blue eyes. "T-there are some new wolves that just arrived sir. Eager to begin training if they can."

[Helena Contier]

She closed her eyes, a smile still formed on her lips as he spoke. “I do know this; but there are others to pick up my ‘slack’ as a few know where I am ever so rarely. And that cosmic balance is complete and utter nonsense, did you know that?” She laughed, her eyes open to stare up at him. His hand stroked her flesh, his digits running through her light golden locks.

“Must you forget my tragedies? I lost that of my mortal lover and daughter; force to reap their souls. “ She paused, grief stricken eyes scanning his. “I would refuse, with all my power. You are correct, I never could and never would.” Once more his fingers plunging into her hair, his lips sealing hers; before she could respond with more to the kiss a knock sounded from the large doors of his quarters. She heard him growl and mutter his command to enter. Her hand found its place on his shoulder as it rested there her attention never parting from his.

A youthful man stood trembling in the frame of the door, speaking of new wolves and training. “Is there ever a nights rest from our dreadful occupations, Mon obscurité?” she asked quietly, directed only to him with not intention of the young man.

[Jareth Devereux]

"Never a break." He kissed her softly and continued to pay little attention to the other servent. The boy stood nervously, wondering what to do. So in the end, he ended up creeping closer. Jareth could sense that he was advancing.

"The wolves can wait." He growled against her lips, eyes closed. His hand came back to cup her face. How could someone be so stupid as to interrupt him like this and to CONTINUE to interrupt him.

"B-but sir. They've been here for three hours, just awaiting nightfall for when you'd awaken. Surely the girl can s-stay and wait." He was little but three feet from the bed. Jareth was, in an instant, off the bed and in front of the petrified servent. His hand came up to incase his throat.

"I said Leave!" He barked and could feel the body tremble beneath him. The human made a few squeaks of protest, but he'd heard enough. Finger squeezed tighther, until he could feel warm blood start to trickle down. At that point, he gave a violent tug and tore out the mans throat. The body fell, gasping and gurgling with it's few last breaths. Blood soaked the rug at his feet and he stood, cool and composed with some of the liquid on his hand.

[Helena Contier]

She nodded, her eyes falling shut as he kissed her; awkwardness fell into the room swiftly as the boy watched nervously. She too was slightly nervous at his presence as he just stood there, but it worried her when he crept closer.

“The wolves can wait!” He growled against her lips in frustration knowing that the boy was aggravating him entirely. She didn’t mind him and kept still to the kiss, her hand rising from his shoulder up to the nape of his neck. But the boy still persisted. How foolish of him


"B-but sir. They've been here for three hours, just awaiting nightfall for when you'd awaken. Surely the girl can s-stay and wait." He had gone to far. In a moment Jareth moved form his place next to her, leaving her momentarily bare on the silk bed until her hands grasped for a sheet to cover herself in the boys presence. She watched him still, barking at the boy who squirmed in his rough grasp. He protested but failed as she had only seen a swift motion of his hand and crimson blood splatter from the boys throat. She could see it on the rug, pooling around his feet; she could feel droplets on her face images of war and bloodshed flashing before her eyes.

She shut them tightly letting out a feint whimper as she escape his bed to the other side, carrying the blanket with her. Her digits wiped a few drops from her face, looking down she winced at the sight. She shot her eyes back up to him; almost glaring from beneath her fear. “Jareth!” She spat out at him.

[Jareth Devereux]

The blood felt warm on his fingers and the few little specks splattered on his chest. he didn't flinch, nor take one breath during his actions. But when she barked at him, he turned his head slightly to look over at her. Why was she suddenly scrambling out of bed? Had he done something wrong? The young man had ignored his orders and disrespected him. Not even having to speak a word, he sent out a message for this to be cleaned up. Soon there were two males hustling in and taking out the lifeless body. Once they were gone, he walked around to where she stood. It was almost as if he glided over.

"What?" He snapped. But as she turned away, he grabbed a wrist and pulled her towards him so she was forced to look up at him. "Have a little problem with death? You see it every day my sweet." He smiled enough to show his fangs and it was on purpose. She was fun to bed around but he didn't want to get attached to her. So he made little snide remarks and acted like he really didn't care.

[Helena Contier]

Her eyes darted away from his form- he should have known by now about her views of such actions. She knew he would act in such a manner and react the way he normally had, cold and harsh. He came to her, gliding; She turned and he just pulled her harshly into him.

"Have a little problem with death? You see it every day my sweet."

She shook her head; eyes pleading to some degree for him to understand. “Jareth…” She just pleaded out. “I see it. It’s my job. I don’t want to see it now. And you know how I am, with such blood acts.” She paused, those eyes, those fangs…
“I didn’t mean to snap Jareth.” She let out her apology, tilting her head downwards now. She couldn’t look at him, not in her moment of weakness.

[Jareth Devereux]

Watching her, it made him smile to see her act that way. It was almost like she was embarrased for acting the way she did. She was definatly a point of amusement for him. Looking at it that way, kept him from admiting his true feelings for her.

Jareth's hand went out and lifted up her chin. His dark eyes met hers and he stared into those blue pools. The smile stayed on his face as if nothing was wrong. So he just killed a guy, big deal. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers softly and kissed her with a sweet passion. It was gentle but the heat was there. Pulling back, he let her chin go roughly though.

"Now get dressed. I have matters to attend to." It was cold, the way he was treating her. But that was all part of the big game. Act like you didn't care and soon you wouldn't care. He was trying to cheat himself out of his feelings for her. Walking around the bed, he headed into a large bathroom. The door was left open and he went to the marble shower, turning it on. The water roared down and he looked over at the bed. Would she leave right away or linger around? He was actually hoping for the latter.

[Helena Contier]

She waited for some sort of answer, a bitter one telling her she was weak hearted or one that was, well she couldn’t even think of another sort of answer. Time and time again she had doubted his coldness, bickering mentally if that was really him. But she never told him that.

He had tilted her chin up once more, fingers pulling her to look into his eyes. Another silent moment until his lips were sealed to hers in a mild kiss, yet passion and heat kept in the locking embrace of his lips to hers. There it was. That shroud of doubt.

But that too quickly vanished as he told her to get dressed and turned away to the bathroom, leaving her still wrapped up in the silk sheet. She moved form his side, the one where she had previously laid; her fingers searching the ground for her clothing. She pulled her corset from the ground; standing in the midst of the room letting the sheet fall to the floor. Her fingers knew their way to the lace, from top to bottom pulling them tight so it would not fall from her frame. She then pulled on the black lace panties, taking only moments until they were hidden beyond her leather pants.

She found the clips on the floor and picked them up, about now she found it a better time then ever to attempt to leave her hair up once more. She wandered into the bathroom, finding the unnecessary mirror; she tried to ignore his form in the shower though her eyes occasionally wandered. Though she spoke nothing yet, she thought several things as she finished placing the pins back in. She hated silence.

“I must attend to my own things. Death and all. But I sh-“ her voice was cut out by her hands flying over her stomach feeling an odd pain that never formed before; stammering back until she crashed into the wall behind her she felt it coming on, the feeling just before she had once she shimmered out. But this was unwilling to her. Her head snapped in Jareth’s direction, before she could speak on more word. She vanished into the air.

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They stood all around her, cloaked in darkness; their flesh hidden beyond the cloth. She could not help, but to feel not only ashamed but frightened. What would become of her? Would she fall into the after-life? Would she be given an extra chance? Would she see Jareth? The thought of not seeing his calming coldness made her even more afraid.

They kept speaking of her actions, her uncertified deals she had made, her transactions she preformed, her deals with the demons creatures and those of the night, along as her affairs with a certain creature of the night. “You’ve crossed a very deep line, far too many times.” One of them spoke. “We’ve have brought into consideration your punishment. But we would like for you to speak on your own behalf as so many do.” He paused, offering her time to speak on her own behalf. Some how it all had flowed so naturally form her, years of hatred built up it rolled off of her elegant tongue.

“It’s not as if you have ever crossed a line yourselves.” Her usual calmness melted away as a fiery hatred erupted. “You ripped everything away from me, my life, my love, my own child all because you believed I was perfect for your job! I agreed, but what got to me the most was when you forced me to reap the souls of not only my first lover, but that of my daughter!” Her fist clenched, as well as her teeth, ice blue eyes burning with hatred. “I know you will just throw me away, force me to the after life! But I want a second chance! I DESERVE a second chance!” They muttered amongst themselves, nodding, then facing back to her.

“If it is a second chance you request, it is a second chance you shall get. But be warned.” With that he stepped forth, his hand moving to her forehead pushing her backwards. She knew this all to well.


Everything had faded quickly to black.

It was cold. It was bitter cold. Wet. Her eyes snapped open, water streaming into them. It burned, everything burned. Her flesh burned, as she breathed in it felt as if fire had consumed her completely. Letting out a loud scream she clutched her chest, rolling over into a bitter cold puddle she gasped, trying to free herself from the pain. What had they done? What had happened to her? She could feel it all, the sharp glass beneath her back, the feeling of air through her body, a heart pulsing in her chest. A heart beating. Mortality. They had given her back mortality. The bitterness was worse than before, the hatred burning more. She asked for a second chance! Not life! She had to go back, but ‘back’ would be nowhere found to her. There was no where for her to go, the only place she felt now she could not be accepted. She was no longer undead, she was walking, living, a breathing soul. Jareth would no longer accept her.

[Jareth Devereux]

The night had grown on and on. Dominic wandered the streets, now in his human form. Rowan had chased him away from the manor. Who knew werewolves could PMS? Must have been a side-affect from her human half. Either way. Mortals thought their woman were bad every month. Try a 260lb werewolf. And not only had he been chased away for the night, Jareth sent him on some silly task of fetching a certain mortal. What was so special about this one?

His master has sensed some kind of pain. Not unusual if he knew the human but still, it seemed to surprise him when he felt her pain. Jareth didn't even give him a name. Just a location and it had taken him almost all bloody night to get there. So now he wandered up and down, peeking into alleyways.

When he had started to give up hope, he finally found what he as looking for. A woman on her back, lying in the alley. Smirking, he took a step into the alley. Dark pants, loose on the thigh and calves, but tight around the waist. Then he had on a black shirt with a slightly worn leather jacket. Of course it was a woman, but it was when he got closer that the smirk grew, though he was confused. Helena? She wasn't mortal, so why would Jareth refer to her as one.

"Well if it isn't the little lost soul."

[Helena Contier]

She heard his voice; that of Dominic muttering of a little lost soul. She paid no head yet, feeling weak in her position.

She forced her hands, flat to the ground, to push herself up but it all still burned. Her arms weak, unwilling to force her up. She brought her hands out, pulling her along she could feel the stone scrapping against her tender flesh, cutting, bleeding, burning. She crawled, tiredly, meekly to a flat of stairs, to gain her own leverage she collapsed back down. Heavy breaths flooded her as well as more pain. But with hidden strength, her hands reached up grasping the iron bar to pull her up. Struggling to stand on wobbly legs she heaved up, leaning into the bar for support until she plopped down onto the stairs.

"Do not call me a little lost soul Dominic." Her voice raspy as she spoke, that too even burned.

[Jareth Devereux]

"You'll ruin those nice pants, crawling around in the alley like this." He commented with a grin but he was a little concerned. Walking over to those stairs, he dropped down to them. His back leaned against the cold stone and he stretched out his legs.

"You look like you've been to hell and back. And," He leaned over like he was going to kiss her or something. "You smell like you've had a nice roll in a garbage can. What happened to you?" Helena was suppose to be some kind of ghost or ghoulie. Something like that. Dom knew she delt with dead people. Didn't kill, but helped them or something. She was Jareth's business, not his, so he never really asked. Looking around the alley, his eyes fell back on her. "I think we should get you out of here. C'mon." He grabbed her arm and, not really meaning to, hauled her up onto her feet quickly.

[Helena Contier]

“Shut up.” She muttered harshly to him, in no mood what so ever to take such words from him, as he moved over to where she sat and plopped down she folded her arms, feeling as her normally beautiful golden locks were dampened and now framing her delicate face.

She watched him from the corner of her eye, as he leaned in and continued to bash her appearance and smell in the moment. “Lets just say I’ve had my blackened wing ripped from my back and replaced with mortality.” She rested her head into her arms that were folded over her knees. “I had done the unspeakable, and this is my punishment.” She then looked up and over to him, as he stood and grabbed her arm yanking her up, stating that it was best for them to leave, and he was right. It was for the best. But now either she would have one final goodbye to Jareth or ask a dark favor of him that would put her forever in his debt.