Interlude-Three:Lotor and Allura: Sleeptime I
They had arrived on his mother's homeworld of Aden after what seemed like an eon of time. Lotor and Allura were tired. Adan was the furthest planet away from Doom, almost at the edge of the Frontier. Lotor felt that they were safe. He hoped that Hagar's revenge worked and that his father would bother them no more.
Lotor was greeted warmly (to Allura's astonishment) and they were given an escort to his mother's old palace, which Lotor informed Allura, was his, as his mother's only living heir. Lotor settled Allura in his mother's suite of rooms, while he took the suite next to hers(he didn't trust himself in the same room with her)
His servants(not slaves) catered to their needs. Finally, the twin moons of Aden rose, bringing on the starry night and both realized that they were tired. They said good night. Lotor kissed her lightly(and wished it were more) retired to their respective suites and went to sleep.
Planet Doom: Z'aale: Sweet Dream
Z'aale Zarkon lay in his large bed, alone. He lay there, remembering the night before when an angel nearly shared his bed and stole his heart away with her beauty and her passion.
Never mind that it had been brought about by Bride's Wine in her system. He knew that the drug enhanced the person's passions-it did not create a artificial passion. He thought of how lovely she was, how spontaneous her actions, that beautiful tinkling laugh, her beautiful smile. Her marvelous hair-how silky it felt in his hands. He loved the way she felt in his arms and how she said his name in that way she had. No woman, not even Shahiyra had affected him in this way. If it wern't for that lying witch she would be with him now and he would be doing more than lying in bed. Z'aale soon went to sleep,still thinking of her...he was drifting off when he sensed her pressence in his mind.
He couldn't read her mind exactly, but he sensed she was dreaming,..ahh, the old legends were true-you can sense the ones you love with the lifeforce of a witch in your bones..he thought. She's dreaming she is dancing..I want to be in her dream...and as he drifted off into sleep, he was.....they were....
Allura:Dream Invader
...She was in the Castle of Lions, dancing at a Royal Ball. Everyone was there, Coran and Nanny,Keith, Hunk and Pidge, and even Lance. Everyone was happy, and relaxed. There was no war going on-it was wonderful. She was wearing a long white dress that fanned out into a bell shape. Her shoulders were bare, and her hair was pinned up in a beautiful chingon. Allura had been dancing all night with different partners, whirling around and around, waltzing. The boys danced with her too-even Keith. She was happier than she had been years.
As her partner, Prince somebody or other-whirled her around, she closed her eyes...then she opened them and looked upon a horrible nightmare. All around her, everyone was dead! She saw Coran, eyes burned out, hanging by a noose from the balcony. Nanny was sprawled on the floor, a butcher knife in her chest, her eyes frozen in fear. Pidge was half under the flowing fountain in the garden, drowned. Hunk's chest was blasted open from a laser-blaster. Lance was burned to a crisp. And Keith was crucified on one of the large columns of the castle. All the others were gone.
Allura screamed, and struggled to get out of her partner's embrace, for he was still waltzing her about the floor, seemingly oblivious to the slaughter.
"Let me go!" she screamed, looking up at her partner. She gasped!
..Allura, I am here....
It was Z'aale Zarkon, all in black, looking the same, but somehow different-younger, perhaps? His silver-white hair in a queue,his clothes immaculate. He looked at her with his felinoid eyes and devoured her with his gaze, his grip tightened at her waist.
"What are you doing here...please let go of me!!" she pleaded.
"No, I will not, Allura." Z'aale said.
He continued to waltz her around the room, which was littered with the dead. He was graceful, moving like the dancer he was.
Z'aale smiled, "How do you like my dancing, S'auhe'ya?" Allura looked at him in shock! He was actually joking!
"Allura...answer me, or would you prefer to do another type of dance-one that is--more pleasurable..?" he said insinuatingly.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Z'aale looked at her expression and laughed. "You are a delightful combination of innocence and sensuality, Allura. I shall enjoy it when we are finally together again."
Allura looked at him angrily, "We will not be "together", Zarkon."
His eyes flashed anger. "Allura...you will call me Z'aale. I demand it."
Allura shook her head. "No! I will not!"
Suddenly, he whirled her around until he had her up against the wall.
Pinning her wrists with his hand, he jerked her chin with the other and said, "Allura,S'auhe'ya...if you do not call me Z'aale-and continue to do so-I will take you here-now."
Allura trembled, then defiantly said, "You can't! It's my dream. It's not real!"
His eyes glittered with desire as he looked at her. He took the hand that was holding her chin and gently took the pins holding her hair up, letting it tumble down to her shoulders. He caressed her hair gently, then quickly jerked her hair, making her wince, and kissed her brutally. For a moment, she relaxed against him unwillingly and cried out as he kissed her neck below where the hated choker lay.
Z'aale raised his head and said, "Do you wish to test your theory, Allura? I will be more than happy to accommodate you."
Allura sobbed in her thoat. "Please Z'aale...I will call you Z'aale-please stop, I beg of you!"
Z'aale kissed her neck again-nipping it,a thrill of unexpected pleasure came, causing her to call out his name.
Z'aale smiled and said, "Allura, S'auhe'ya...you tempt me to keep going...but I will restrain myself-for the moment. I'd rather be awake."
With that he let go of her suddenly, and started backing away. Allura stood there, as if frozen.
Still gazing at her, Z'aale said, "I will see you again, Allura...in your dreams. Don't resist me, S'auhe'ya. I love you." Allura felt a heaviness in her soul as he said that.
Z'aale smiled. "I will find you, Allura-and that t'autcha(dog) of a son of mine! I will make my claim upon you for you have bewitched me...expect me again, lovely one." And then he disappeared. She woke up sobbing.
He couldn't sleep. He was restless. He thought about Allura, so close in the next room, and it was a torture to know she was so close, and yet so far from him. If he were back at Planet Doom, he could have picked any number of slave girls for the night and he wouldn't be having this problem! But Lotor loved Allura, and did not want her to be fearful of him as she had in the past, so he suffered.Lotor turned again in his bed, adjusting the pillows, when he thought he heard a familiar sound- a sound from his early childhood. Of his mother in her chambers...he was only four or five years old, still playing childhood games. His father, King Zarkon, would come to visit his mother's palace, every so often. This day, he had just come in from playing c'haa-a fighting game. The palace was quiet, it was the middle of the afternoon and the servants were elsewhere doing their duties. His baby sister, Zimmie was probably alsleep, for he did not hear her cry. He looked for his nursemaid, B'iana, but couldn't find her anywhere. He decided to look in the wide hallway near his mother's suite of rooms. He knew he was forbidden to go there when his father visited, but he had to see if B'iana was there.
He looked in the wide hallway, but no one was there. He paused outside his mother's closed doors, thinking that maybe his nursemaid was in there, fixing mother's hair or something, when he heard a sound, a moan coming from the room. It sounded like his mother-was she hurt?
Lotor was ready to knock on her door when B'iana, passing by the hallway entrance, spotted him and shooed him away, saying he didn't belong there. B'iana took him to the kitchen and fed him a snack of at'aac-or sweet cake. He soon forgot the incident. When his father finally left a day or so later, his mother stayed in her suite of rooms, weeping. He never knew why she was so sad after his visits-until much later.
Lotor's revelry was interrupted by a another moan-a moan of pleasure this time. This was not a figment of his imagination! It was coming from Allura's room. He bolted up and ran out of his suite to the doors of her room and opened the door. She was dreaming, he thought -or having a nightmare.
Suddenly, as if feeling an intense pleasure, she cried out "Z'aale!!! ahhhh..."
His muscles bunched up in knots. His father!! She was dreaming of his father! Lotor really got angry, but before he could do anything, Allura bolted upright in her bed and screamed - an agonizing scream - as if she were terrified! Tears ran down her face. She was awake now and weeping. She wept in the same way his mother had wept after his father's visits long ago. Lotor sat on the bed, reached over and held her as for the second time in as many days. She cried on his chest as he stroked her hair.
They both fell asleep this way, and in the morning, Allura woke to find Lotor next to her, sleeping peacefully, his arm tightly around her waist, his head nestled on her shoulder, and his lips on her neck, his breathing even and steady. Allura sleepily wondered how he got there, shrugged and fell back asleep.
Z'aale turned in his sleep. The dream he shared with her was intense, so real- but she wasn't there with him. He frowned in dissappointment, then relaxed. He, Z'aale, would come to her dreams until she was physically in his embrace. He would find out where she was and claim her for his own....if he had to kill everyone in the universe to do it.