Death Becomes Us

Warm Hands, Frozen Hearts

author's note: for the sake of this story, Jareth is meant to be a cross between Jamie Campbell Bower and Eric Northman from True Blood. As a little reminder, The Upside Down exists in this story, but not the same way it does in ST. All of the ST characters in this do not know each other in the same way they do in the show. But, Steve and Robin are friends, because, well, always.

Fanger: derogatory slang for Vampire

One week earlier

Steve was summoned to visit Sacrament in the Upside Down, and he should have gone with a few of his brothers in the pack but decided he didn't want company. He snuck out there through the portal in the woods in his hulking wolf form at first, to sniff the place out, noting the high number of vampires and demobats circling overhead.

He came back the next night in his truck, through the bridge, and was told to ask for Craven at the bar.

Craven sniffed the air and snarled when Steve walked up, and Steve returned the gesture, curling his top lip to show that he had sharp teeth too. Werewolves were very strong—supernaturally so—but they were not immortal like vampires, and so it was always wise to operate around bloodsuckers with a measure of caution.

"I'm here to see Jareth," Steve shouted over the synth music, squeezing in between two scantily clad human women.

Steve was dressed like he'd just come from chopping wood in the mountains in a plaid button-down and jeans, and a wholesome curl of dark hair that bounced over his forehead. Craven, on the other hand, was tattooed from neck to hands, wearing a wife beater that fit tight around his muscles and slicked back hair that was a bit greasy, but in a sexual way.

"No one sees Jareth without an invitation," Craven said smugly, throwing a rag over his shoulder to brace his hands in front of him.

Steve gave a wry smile. "You think I'd come here just to shoot the breeze with you Fangers? He knows I'm coming."

Craven clicked his tongue disapprovingly and went to grab the phone on the wall above the cash register, but in the blink of an eye, Jareth was already standing there, right next to Steve. He must have watched him come in on one of the cameras mounted on the ceiling. Steve moved back, out of surprise, but then he stepped forward again, meeting blonde, vampire Jareth eye to eye, letting him know he wasn't afraid.

Steve really wasn't afraid; his alpha ego was too big for that. Sure, he knew there was a chance that an older vampire might best him in the end, but he'd get the fight of his life.

"Whatever he wants, it's on the house," Jareth told Craven, all while never taking his eyes off his guest.

Steve declined a beverage and followed in Jareth's wake through the sea of people moving to the music under the blue lighting.

Back in the simple black and cream decor of his office, Jareth found his firey assistant Maxine sitting behind his desk and he waved her out.

"Oh? You didn't tell me we were adopting a pound puppy," she teased with a deadpan delivery, keeping a bored expression on her face.

Steve knew they'd be taking cheap shots at him, he'd prepared himself for it.

"Get out, Maxine," Jareth said impatiently. "I need to have a word with our lycanthrope friend here."

She obeyed, slinking out the door in her skin tight latex dress and platform heels, smacking her glossy lips in Steve's face as she went.

Jareth was in all black with a slim leather jacket on that looked like it had been tailored just for him. He perched at the front of the desk, crossing his booted feet at the ankles, and folded his arms over his chest.