The washroom was filled with steam as Sarah sat, emerged within the hot water, her hair falling in wet locks about her shoulders and face. She felt that if she soaked long enough that maybe the disgusting feeling that lay within the pit of her stomach would go away. Eyes red from crying she bit her bottom lip tasting the warm water that dampened her lips. How could she live like this? If that Hunter did not bring her that kill like he did she was horrified by what she might have done. Sarah shuddered at the thought hating herself for being what she was.

Wolfen, she wasn’t sure how to accept that she was now one of them. She knew that she was Wolfen but somehow she felt as if there was something different about herself, something that set her apart from other Wolfen. Submerging herself completely underneath the water she closed her eyes able to hear the thumping of her heart, the water closing out any other sounds. A flash entered her mind startling her from out of the water as she sat up busily wiping away the water from her eyes.

"Sarah," they whispered.

The water splashed out of the tub as she moved around to see where the soft whispers were coming from. Before her eyes another flash blinded her as she frantically wiped at her eyes trying to see her surroundings. Eyes focusing, she was met with the sight of candles surrounding the tub. A cold chill of air swept over her exposed skin before she sunk quickly back down into the warm water. Her body was trembling as she felt frozen within the water, her head being the only thing not emerged within its depths.

Warm hands caressed against her shoulders sending tingles down her arms and body. Soft warm air stirred against her ear as a familiar voice caressed seductively within her ear.

"You are beautiful."

Sarah shivered but not from being cold as she leaned back into the soothing arms behind her. Her body now half out of the water she moaned as she felt his hands moving slowly over her skin sending waves of fire throughout her being. Her mind felt foggy as if she was being drugged by the very sensations that was being sent through her.

Damien smiled against her ear as he gently kissed the skin just underneath her earlobe tasting her sweat skin. Knowing just where to touch, he was rewarded with a startled gasp as he reached just the right spot making her body shiver even more underneath his gentle touch.

She felt overwhelmed by lust as she felt his hands caressing against her wet skin. A low growl escaped her lips as she turned within his grasp, lips fiercely clashing with his as she pulled herself out of the water and up against his body. Eyes only half opened she purred against his lips as his hands moved slowly down her back.

The whispers were stronger as they called out to her, "Yes, he is yours as you are his. Don’t think, just feel. Let go of self control, give into your desires."

Something wasn’t right, something was very wrong, but oh how good it felt. His smell, she knew his scent. Eyes widening she looked to the man that she was kissing and pulled away sinking into the water as if it could hide her from his hungry, lustful eyes. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of control, her breathing coming now in gasps as she tried to make sense of what she was doing with him.

"Damien," she whispered, horrified, as he grinned wickedly and started towards her immersing himself within the water with her.

He laid on top of her his soaking pants being the only thing separating his skin from hers. Laying his weight on his hands as he lie them to the side of her arms she was trapped between them with no place to flee. Head bending, he tasted her lips once again enjoying the fear that erupted through her being. Fear and desire erupted through her, a pleasant mixture making him kiss her even more fiercely than before.

She couldn’t push him away as her body betrayed her rational mind that begged for him to stop. Hands that pushed against his strong warm chest slowly started to lose its strength as she slowly ran her fingers downward then snaking them around his neck as she held herself to him.

He rolled over immersing himself within the water and her on top of him. His hands now snaked down her front feeling her breast beneath his fingers her body trembling in return.

Sarah stopped abruptly as she realized that this was Damien and not Jareth that was beneath her. She was completely exposed but it did not stop her from pushing herself off of him and out of the tub. Running to the corner of the washroom she grabbed for her robe quickly covering her exposed wet skin. Turning her eyes focused back on the tub but it was empty, Damien nowhere in sight the candles gone leaving her alone.

She sank to her knees, her body trembling from the lingering emotions that his touches aroused. "What the hell?" she whispered her arms hugging herself as she shakily looked about the steam filled room. It was a dream only within her mind but it felt so real. A knock at the washroom door quickly brought her out of her stare as she slowly rose to her feet.

"Sarah," Jareth called behind the door concerned for her as she had been in there for quite some time. He respected her privacy not wanting to disturb her as she took her bath. He would see her soon enough. He smiled at the thought.

"Yes," she weakly called, "I’ll be out in a minute." How could she face him after betraying him like she did? How could she feel such things for someone other than Jareth, the man that she knew she loved? Looking at the large circular mirror that hung on the wall of the washroom, she peered at her flushed face concentrating on her eyes. They had changed, no longer met by dark blue orbs but now met with icy blue ones. It was strange, she hardly recognized herself from a few days ago.

Ringing out the excess water from her hair, she let her damp hair fall behind her shoulders allowing it to fall down her back. The thick white robe warmed her chilled body as she edged closer to the door. Timidly she laid her hand on the knob of the door, afraid that he would know what happened within the washroom just by looking at her. Sarah clinched her eyes shut deciding not to tell him what had just transpired. Taking a deep breath she pressed down on the knob opening the door.

As the door gave way and opened, her heart raced at the image of Jareth standing not too far from her. He was breathtakingly handsome, his scent invading her senses. She felt flushed with hungry desire and then came the guilt. Silently she mentally whispered to herself, ‘Only a dream. It was only a dream.’ Forcing herself to smile she slowly entered the room, her eyes locked with his as he did not hide the fact that he was admiring her scantily dressed wet form.

His eyes racked over her damp skin barely covered by the white robe she wore. His want for her growing with each moment that he stood within her presence. Jareth had to summon all of his self-control wanting to briskly walk up to her take her in his arms and kiss her savagely. Smirking at the mental image, he instead leaned back against the bedpost meeting her eyes with his.

Sarah felt her cheeks flush at the way his eyes met with hers and had to look away. What to say? She was surprised when she found her voice to speak, "About last night-" Sarah bit her bottom lip not sure she wanted to go to that topic. What do you say to the Goblin King after aggressively kissing, groping and then biting him? She didn’t understand it herself, let alone try and explain it, what she felt towards Jareth was a lot more different then what she felt towards Damien. With Damien it was more lust, an animal type attraction that had a tendency of taking over her rationality. But with Jareth there was desire mixed with a longing to be nearer, a connection, a sense of belonging, a want and a need to be with him.

Watching her carefully as she stood within his room, so vulnerable, so fragile, it was hard to believe how she had behaved last night. To tell the truth that side of her excited him beyond measure. She looked so innocent and in a way she still was. He found himself drawn to her, not able to stand the distance between them any longer. His fingers lightly running through her damp hair drying her hair as he did so he looked openly revealing his desire to be nearer.

Sarah looked to him seeing the love, the desire within his eyes, her hand reaching up to gently touch his face. Soft warm skin met her fingertips as she rested them against his cheek, her fingers tingling from the contact.

"Sarah, I don’t regret what happened between us last night." He brought her hand to his lips caressing gently against her long delicate fingers, never once leaving eye contact. Slowly he leaned into her lips softly caressing hers as she returned the affection her hands resting against his chest.

The dream within the washroom forgotten, she trembled against his gentle embrace. She wanted to lose herself within his arms, to forget all that had happened to her since her arrival within the Underground.

Whispers in her mind, ‘He’ll throw you away once he’s taken his pleasure.’

She tried to push the whispers to the back of her mind, wanting so much to give herself to Jareth. Sarah loved him, how could she think that he would do such a thing. Her brow furrowed as the whispers continued.

‘You’re a game to him. Once he’s had his fun he will destroy you. He’s the Goblin King, master of mind games and cruelty, do you really think that you can trust your heart to him?’

The mental words stung forcing her to pull away, eyes searching his as if they would tell her that her thoughts were wrong. Stepping back she forced a gap between them, body aching from the lack of his warmth.

The look on her face when she broke away made his heart wrench. Terror was clearly shown within her eyes where only moments ago shown nothing but love and longing. "What is it?"

Wanting to answer the words stuck in her throat as she felt someone at her side. Warm breath against her neck as he whispered in her ear, "Sarah, he will never really accept you for what you are. You belong with me, with your pack, we are your home. Their kind slaughtered our kind to the brink of extinction, do you really think that he won’t do the same to you, that is once he’s had his fill."

Jareth moved forwards only to watch her step back, she was trembling now, terror written within her eyes. "Sarah?"

Closing her eyes she wanted him gone, to leave her alone. She didn’t trust his words, they spoke only lies, he just wanted her for himself.

"Do you really think that a royal Fae would want to socialize with someone who has to hunt and devour a fresh kill in order to regain lost strength? Sarah, you can’t go back to what you were. You’re Wolfen now, you belong with your own pack, with me." Damien grinned, as he knew that his words were weakening her confidence. It would not be long until her mental stability would weaken and she would give in to his pack’s call.

Hands went up over her ears as she hunched over fighting against the onslaught of whispering words that echoed within her mind, yet seemed as if they were being spoken directly in her ears.

Jareth was at her side in seconds trying to pry her hands from her ears and bring her eyes up to met his. "Sarah, speak to me!"

 Sarah fought against the coming tears hating the fact that what they were saying made sense. Looking up to the Goblin King she shrank back as Damien’s face greeted her eyes, "No! Get away from me!"

His jaw clenched as she flung herself away from him her words hurting him more than he wanted to even admit to himself. He had allowed her to see his heart and now she was pushing him away, treating him as if she was sick of the sight of him. Straightening his eyes narrowed at her shaken form, "Sarah, you-"

"Damien, stop this! I won’t listen to you anymore. You lie!" Sarah hissed not wanting to believe their words but knowing that they were probably true. Why would the Goblin King want a monster?

Jareth stared at her, his expression questioning. Her eyes looked glazed over, not really focused on him. Fist tightened as he realized that someone was casting a spell over her. Concentrating on his power he could now actually feel it surrounding and shrouding her being.

The hairs all over her body tingled as she felt a strange sensation in the air. Damien’s words fazing out followed by the whispers. Head clearing she slumped up against the wall of the bedroom sliding down until she sat on the floor. She felt strong arms lifting her off of the floor leading her towards the bed where she sat silently, eyes focused on the floor.

Sitting next to her he grasped her hand in his as he pulled her chin up towards him, "What did they say?"

Sarah pulled away from his eyes in shame, "That you’re using me. That as soon as you have your way with me that you would get rid of me." Shakily she pulled her hand from his swiping at the freely falling tears that streamed silently down her cheeks, "How could you want me? I’m a monster who has to hunt in order to exist. I won’t go to them but I won’t hold it against you if you’d rather not be with me."

His hands pulled her face to meet with his, eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. "You are not a monster. Never think that, never believe that! I love you Sarah. If I was using you I could have had my way with you long ago. Do you really think that little of me? Do you still compare me with the villain that took your baby brother so long ago?"

She shook at his words, the sincerity scaring her to her very soul. He loved her, but how could he love her, he barely even knew her. How can she love him? Her head bent down in shame.

Jareth stood heart wrenching, as she remained silent, her eyes looking away from him. He had promised himself never to allow her to hurt him again yet he revealed his heart only to have her not see it. Not wanting for her to see his pain he started for the door not caring to use his magic to leave.

Sarah shot up from the bed grabbing his arm forcing him to stop, "I- don’t go." She paused as he turned looking to her, her heart wrenched from the pain she could see within them, "I-love you too."

His heart soared at her words, the heavy weight that weighted upon his heart crumbling from those simple words. Words that he had waited for so long to hear. No more words were spoken as he pulled her to him, his lips meeting with hers as he kissed her with all the passion he had within his being.