Her heart raced with emotions of sorrow, fear, anguish, and revulsion as she clinged to the only being to ever bring her any form of comfort. Sarah’s body shook with the sobs that raked her being. She could not believe what had almost happened. If Jareth had not appeared when he did Damien would have raped and bound her to him.

She was only slightly aware of being inside Jareth’s room as he carried her to his bed. Luckily he had enough power to bring all of them back to the castle and place Genard in his own room while he attended to his distraught love. Anger building within him at what had almost happened if she had not reached out to him when she did…He did not want to finish that thought.

Feeling herself being lowered she clung to Jareth with urgency not wanting him to let her go. "He…he…"

"Shh…" lying down next to her he ran his hand soothingly over her back as she clung and buried her head in his chest. He could feel her tears soaking his shirt but did not care as he was swept up with emotions of his own. They would pay for what they attempted to do to Sarah, he would make them pay dearly. Pushing his anger aside he concentrated on trying to soothe her. "You’re safe now. I’m here."

Having him laying beside her holding her gave her some peace of mind as she continued to bury her head into his warm chest. As he rubbed her back she tried to pull herself together as the tears slowly started to dwindle away. Finally after a long while of silence she found her voice, "They…I want him dead. God forgive me for wanting that but I do." Sarah pulled herself away from Jareth so that she could look within his eyes, "I can’t live like this. I will not live my life having to be connected to that bastard. He tried to rape me!"

Jareth pulled her to him clenching his eyes shut wishing that he could somehow erase her torment and her pain, "Sarah, you don’t know what you’re saying."

Sarah jerked away from his embrace sitting up from the bed, her eyes red from crying she looked to him with disbelief, "Yes, I do. I know exactly what I am saying."

He sat up to face her understanding in his eyes yet with a warning within his voice, "Do you really, Sarah? Have you ever taken a life? Do you know what will happen after that is done?"

Sarah looked away from his eyes as she ran those questions through her mind. Her eyes fell to her hands in her lap as she sat on her knees she tightened her clasped hands as they were already shaking. Closing her eyes she shook her head, "No I just can’t take this any more. He’s constantly trying to get into my mind, invading my dreams." She looked up to him pleading in her eyes, "Those dreams are so vivid. He’s always there haunting me." Her arms wrapped around herself as she shuddered from the memories of those dreams.

Quickly he was at her side drawing her within his arms, "First thing in the morning I’m going to start teaching you how to use magic and how to control your powers. I’ll send a crystal to the Fae courts requesting an audience with them."

Sarah pulled away, "And what, tell them about the Wolfen, reorganize the Hunters? Have them hunt all Wolfen and what will they do with me when all is done? "

Jareth took her hand in his holding them to his chest, "I would let no harm come to you Sarah."

Pulling her hands free from his she stood from the bed facing him as he looked to her with question, "But you can’t guarantee that!"

Sitting on the edge of his bed he regarded her sternly, "What do you have me do then? Just sit back and allow them to do as they please. Sarah I understand your want to…"

Sarah cut him off shaking her head, "Understand? No, Jareth you don’t understand! How can you? Here, let me show you then." Before she knew exactly what she was doing she grabbed both of his hands, images flashing within her mind.

Screams echoed around them as Wolfen ran from burning homes. The men were not there as they had gone on a religious outing. The small town of Wolfen was only populated with women and children as they ran for their lives. Fae on horseback galloped swinging swords and axes as they slaughtered the Wolfen as they fled.

A woman holding her child to her chest as she backed away from a Fae that slowly came nearer. The hatred and coldness within his eyes as he cornered her back trapped between a burning house and his readied sword. With a swing of his sword her head fell to the ground her body soon following as she crumbled to the ground. The child stunned from witnessing the act stood frozen his eyes locked on his mothers decapitated head. The child’s fate soon matching that of his mother as the Fae took no compassion for a defenseless Wolfen child.

The men returned only to find the burning remains of their homes and the bodies of their loved ones scattered among the scorched ground. Horror stricken with grief and rage, they all acted differently to the scene. A few took their own lives as they saw the remains of their family. Some ran to their loved ones holding their headless bodies within their arms screaming out in agony as the anguish overwrought them completely. Others just stood there, faces blank and emotionless even though within they were screaming out in horror.

The scene quickly changed to Genard as he was speaking with a young beautiful woman with fiery red hair that fell about her shoulder in curls. Her pale skin brought out by her lavender dress that hung low on her shoulders.

Genard took her hand in his as he led her to a secluded area so that he could be alone with her. Pushing back a strand of her hair he cupped her face within his hand, "Alia my love."

Alia looked to him with sad and knowing eyes, "Genard it is too late. I’ve accepted my fate as Wolfen I chose to be this. I love you but not in the way in which you desire. Emian has shown me a part of myself I never knew existed. Please understand, I’m his now and forever will be, we are bound by blood as I am in love with him. He is the other half in which I’ve searched for all of my life. Please understand this, accept this."

Genard’s expression hardened as she crushed his heart with her words, "Alia he is poisoned you with his kind I know you love me what you’re feeling for him is lust not love. It is not too late to reverse the transformation."

Alia stepped back shaking her head, "Oh Genard you will find your true love one day. I’m not that person. Goodbye you will always have a place within my heart." Turning away she left him alone.

As he watched her leave, rage and hatred inflamed his eyes. It was the beginning point to his creation of the Hunters.

The scene switched again to the future Alia held her five children to her as she backed away from a man yielding a sword. Her children whimpered as they gathered helplessly around their mother, clinging to her in hopes that she would make the scary Fae go away.

The face of the man holding the sword quickly comes to focus his expression hardened as he stepped closer, "Do not make this hard Alia. I promise to make this swift."

Alia’s expression was that of horror, pain, and fear, "Please Genard, don’t do this. If you ever loved me don’t do this."

Stepping closer his eyes coldly met with hers, "The woman that I once knew is already dead and you are her killer." With a slice of his sword she was no more her head falling from her shoulder with a deafening thud.

The scene filled with smoke as the scream of children filled their minds. Jareth’s eyes shot open in horror and shock backing away from Sarah stunned at the images that she had sent to his mind. Their pain, he knew their pain, what they went through the horror, the pain, and the destruction. He knew Sarah’s pain, her fear of what could come if the court were to find out. If he didn’t understand it before he certainly understood it now.

Looking to Sarah he approached her, taking her within his arms as he now finally understood her rage at Genard, "Then we will face this without the court. I won’t allow a repeat of the past Sarah, I won’t allow you to be faced with that fate."