[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:[/color]

How dare he try to woo her with decorated words and a sultry smile, that was [i]her[/i] game. Not his. All she could see was red as she plunged her hand into his heart. The shock in his calm eyes gave the predator in her a delightful high as she gripped the organ tight enough to send warning spasms throughout his body. Look who had finally claimed ultimate control… Trixy reveled in the power of literally holding his life in her hands as his body shuttered under her fingertips. 

Trixy got to watch as the shock in his eyes faded, and the light began to leave them. Just before she was sure that he was losing consciousness, Jareth did something that shook her to the core. He was almost out of it, but his eyes lit up just once more in… admiration? He even managed to lift his hand up to brush her cheek and whisper “…angel” before slumping down in her arms.

Did he even realize that he did that? Trixy tried to end it right then, she went to pull his heart out of his chest. But she couldn’t.  Was this one of his abilities? Maybe she really didn’t want to kill him? Something in her wouldn’t let her kill him, not like this. With a frustrated growl she loosened her grip on his heart and pulled her hand from the hole she created in his chest, leaving the heart intact. As he was starting to come to, she placed the tip of her dagger under his chin and angled his face to look up at her. “I will spare you, for now. You will run, and you stay far from my family members, or I will slaughter you in the most creative and torturous way I can think of. Or maybe, I’ll just shoot you on the spot. Depends on how I’m feeling that day.”

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth:[/color]

[i]Was this it? The death after afterlife? He never expected it to be so empty… so dark… so alone…[/i]

But then a pin prick to the chin brought light back into his word. No, not a pin, a dagger… the dagger of the French huntress. The first thing Jareth saw was the beautiful hauntingly blue eyes of Béatrix de la Croix staring back at his. It was as if God himself had found his bastard soul worth saving, perhaps god wasn’t a him, but a her. And then she spoke, her voice like soft bells in the breeze. So precious, he’d thought he’d never hear another voice again. The void was more haunting than her eyes could ever be, he’d do anything he could to avoid staring down death again. But he wouldn’t run.

His lips raised in the right corner, offering a crooked grin. “Better yet…” he suggested, his voice still raspy as blood was actively pouring from the hole in his chest. “A secret for a secret. I won’t tell your family about us, they won't even see me, and you won’t tell your family about me, about my association with the Blods.” He studied her face for any trace of doubt, or of a lie. He saw nothing, only the stone cold nod of agreement that she offered. 

“A secret for a secret.” She said in agreement, it was enough for him. Jareth turned to leave her and reach Theo, hoping that he was still alive. Before disappearing from her sight, he turned back to her and said “I know you took them, by the way. Do yourself a favor and don’t take more than two at a time. First batch is on me.” He said, and then he was gone.

[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:[/color]

Two at a time? What the hell was he talking about? She shook her head and tried to get her mind back on the battle. The task at hand was to find Maria. Right. She jumped back over the banister and found herself back in the fray of battle. The rest of the Blackmoores seemed to be  killing without breaking much of a sweat, and surely reinforcements would have arrived by now. Where the hell were Adrian and Lucian? She would have thought Lucian would be the first here, tearing the building two pieces in search of Maria. Maybe it wasn’t true love after all…