Something Missing

Hello again. *prostrates herself on the ground* Soooo Sorry about the delay! I have been so stuck on this story, but now that I know people care I have decided to continue. Enjoy, and please review. Even flames are appreciated.


Music throbbed around her. Drawing her into the web of notes and bodies. Her body twisting, writhing around her chosen partner. Male, female, young, old, it didn’t matter. It never mattered to her about the identity of her partner, only that they were there. She never even opened her eyes as she danced. As Blutengel’s song ‘Angels of the Dark’ pounded out of the speakers, Alana moved to the beat. Only missed a single beat when her partners changed, but then again, the partner never mattered.

But this time, it did. With this new person, the energy she was feeding off of increased dramatically. The person forcefully inserted his/her self into the dance, forcing Alana to take her partner into account. Hips grinding, breath being traded between the two breathing harshly as they moved in the dance. A tight grip on her hip as she moved in the steps of an intricate dance designed to build energy and siphon it into the siren.

It was jarring when the song ended, even when it just moved into another song. Alana opened her eyes to look into the eyes of the person she was dancing with. This was always interesting, seeing the person that lent their energy to her when she danced. She was not expecting the dual-colored eyes of the person she was building courage up to meet.

“I believe that we should continue this meeting someplace quieter.” Jareth whispered in Alana’s ear. “And maybe you can explain to me why you, a mortal girl, can use the sorceress dance to siphon energy from the surroundings.” he whispered even lower, causing a shiver of fear and desire to go through her. She nodded.

Alana sat in the small corner coffee shop, feeling terribly out of place in her club clothes. Jareth, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, even in the silver and grey poet shirt and leather pants he was sporting.

“Now, I believe someone offered me answers.” He said.

Alana nervously twisted her fingers under the booth. She was granted a small reprieve when a waitress came by for their order.

“I will have coffee, accompanied by sugar and milk.” Jareth ordered.

“I will have the same with a slice of the peach pie I see.” Alana said. When she glanced at Jareth, she could see that he knew what she ordered had significance, but denied what that significance was. She sighed. It would have to be the long explanation then.

She carefully looked around. There was only one other person in the café, and he was on the other side of the room. “Well, I am not totally human. Or human at all, for that matter.” She blurted. His eyes widened, then narrowed.

“Perhaps you can tell me why you look so familiar then. If you are not human, what are you?”

“Fae.” She said, hoping to see a spark of memory in his eyes, a spark that meant their time together wasn’t forgotten. His dual colored eyes widened in realization. “Sidhe. But not just sidhe, right?” He said, half-forgotten memories swirling in his head. “Alana.” he breathed.

She smiled. It was the same quirky smile from all of those centuries ago. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it Jareth?” She said, allowing the glamour to fall from her eyes momentarily to confirm her identity. Only sorcerers and sorceresses had silver eyes, and only siren (and part siren) had the white-less, pupil-less eyes. Her eyes were unique in all the courts.

Jareth smiled and swiftly stood, bringing Alana up into a hug. He buried his face in her hair, worn loose tonight, and breathed in her scent of oceans and magic. He felt her arms come up and wrap around his torso like a vise, so tight.

“Oh, Jareth, I have missed you so. When you left, there was nothing left in the courts for me.” Alana breathed, hardly daring to believe that she was here, holding her friend from so long ago.

“Alana, why are you here? Why are you not subjecting the courts to your sharp tongue and rapier wit?” Jareth asked as he brought his chin to rest on her head.

“You know how they feel about half breeds. Right after you left, withdrawing the protection of the future Goblin King, the court turned against me, especially when I manifested a new talent.” she explained.

“Yes, a new talent. What are your talents?” he asked, voice filling with inuenndo, but honestly wanting to know.

She smirked as he released her and they sat back down. “Still the same old Jareth. In addition to being able to change the world around me by voice, I gained the Sorceress’ Dance. The courts feared me, now that I can do practically anything. My ability to affect substance was only hampered by my personal energy reserves. When I gained the ability to triple them through the Dance, the courts decided that I was too much of a danger and exiled me. They said that this would keep me from growing any more powerful, as my mate will be fae and as such forbidden to me.” she said, tears welling up in her eyes as she said the last.

Jareth’s face fell as he fully realized the trouble his friend was in. Sirens only had one mate, and their full power wasn’t realized until they found him or her. And, the longer a siren has to go without a mate after they come into majority, the more emotionless they become and the more they change. The sirens from the Grecian legends were all sirens that lived most of their lives without their mate, and so became birds with the head of a woman, even though siren’s can be either sex. Their beautiful voices remained, to try and lure their mate to them in hopes of changing back to human form. The sea was the only thing that kept them half-sane, and they feel the call to go to the sea when they are close to completely changing.

“How close are you to changing?” Jareth asked seriously. Alana gave a sad half smile. “All that have come is the wings.” she said.

Jareth gave a small start. “But I left the courts centuries ago. If you have been exiled since then, you should be almost entirely bird and feeling the call of the sea.” he said.

“Not if I knew who my mate was.” Alana whispered. Jareth sat there in shock. There was no way for what he suspected to be possible...was there?

AN

Shanalir: I thought about it, and took your advice on the Sephiroth/Kagome scene. I hope it is better this way, thank you for your suggestions. I hope you like the new chapter as well.

Maru: I am glad you like my story :)

bluemoon_175: thank you for the complement! I hope this update satisfies you, and I will try to update more regularly. However, I am a college student so there are many demands upon my time.

Solaira: I am glad you like the male yumminess. I couldn’t resist...Sephiroth, Jareth, and Sesshoumaru are all droolworthy, and I promise more excitement soon.

Charlie_Levoy: No worries. I have my reviews, so the delay was trying to continue the story. I had kinda written myself into a corner that I couldn’t figure out how to get out of, and wasn’t inspired to try until I saw how many people want this story to continue.