Chapter 1: Under the Cover of Darkness

Maleficent awoke screaming. She was sweating, yet her room was cold and pitch black. She stared out into the darkness of her room. Usually she loved how dark and sinister her room was within the Dark Castle, but tonight when she awoke the nightmare she experienced caused the gothic design to begin to scare her a bit. She looked around the room and wiped the sweat from her forehead, then placed her hands on her head.

What the hell was that? That was too real to be a dream.

She was still a bit shaken when she got out of bed. She looked around until her eyes caught the clock.

I can't believe its only 4 O'clock. Might as well go downstairs and begin planning for the next assault on that wretched Aurora and those insufferable goody-goody fairies.

Maleficent walked towards her dresser and opened it, revealing many of the same black and purple robes she usually wore. She only had one dress for formal occasions and 2 sets of night clothing, one of which she was wearing. She grabbed one of the robes and changed.

I'm still not sure what that was, that... creature. Those yellow eyes... ughh.

She shuddered at the memory of that thing.

It doesn't matter now, it was only a nightmare.

She chuckled a bit before laughing out loud.

I can't believe I, the mistress of all evil, am getting nightmares. How ironic.

Maleficent grabbed her sceptre before exiting the room, closing the door quietly in hopes of not waking the other villains.

Although the screaming or the laughing had probably already woken them up.

She began to descend down the torch lit corridor, her eyes darting back and forth. Something wasn't right, something was watching her. She whirled around, igniting a fire ball in her hand poised to lob it at anyone who was behind her. But there was nothing there except the torches and paintings, both of which remained still, save for the flickering of the fire. She extinguished the fireball and turned back towards the corridor, but she remained more vigilant then before. She descended the stairway down to the main hallway. She had always been the type to plan for invasions, assaults; in fact she always preferred to have a plan. Cold and calculating were some of the nicer words used to describe her after all. As she neared he study she noticed that there was an odd flickering light coming from the lounge area followed by small, hushed voices. She raised her sceptre, a green aura emitting from its green crystal ball and walked towards the room.

Who's up this early?

As she neared the lounge's doorway she heard the voices more clearly.

That voice...it's so familiar...

She was right next to the doorway when she heard the first voice.

"That's right; the points are like the part of the Victoria's secret catalogue that sells the pants!"

The next thing she heard was laughter, with a louder deeper laugh that almost sounded like a cackle.

That's...Drew Carey! It's "Whose Line is it Anyways?" But who's...

She entered the doorway to see a tall lanky man with a long face and a beard and moustache sitting on the couch, laughing his head off. He was wearing a red and black turban with gold trim and he wore black robes with pointed shoulders, and red curly shoes. Next to him was a gold cobra staff. In front of him was a coffee table with an empty plate and mug. Just beyond that was the TV playing, as she correctly guessed, "Whose Line is it anyways?"

"Jafar?"

He stopped laughing and turned his head towards her, eyebrow raised quizzically. Then he smiled and turned off the TV.

"Good morning Maleficent."

"Why are you up so early?"

"I could ask the same about you my dear."

"I..."

She stopped. As much as she liked Jafar she wasn't about to tell him that she had a nightmare.

Jafar may be my second in command, but I pretty sure he would mock me if I told him. And I don't feel like killing him then asking Hades to bring him back.

She broke her trail of thought to see Jafar looking at her with a quizzical look.

"I... just wanted to get an early start on my plans."

Jafar simply shrugged, then patted the space beside him.

"Come, join me and have a seat."

"I should really-"

"Nonsense my dear, all you do is work, work, work. You should really relax and enjoy life." He grinned evilly. "Like perhaps, say... wreaking havoc and chaos on other people and worlds or." He pointed towards the turned off TV "Simply sit and watch TV."

Maleficent just smiled while Jafar started to chuckle, and eventually they both started laughing.

"Alright, I guess I can take a few minutes to relax." She walked over to the couch and sat down next to Jafar.

"There we go. See it's not so hard to relax is it?"

She just glared at him as he smirked.

"I'm only kidding. Care for a cup of tea my dear?"

"Sure. I'll take an Earl Grey with two lumps. Thanks."

She was surprised when he stood up and walked into the kitchen. A minute later he returned with a strange look on his face before picking up his cobra staff. As he swirled the staff around, the enchanted ruby eyes glowed brightly and a pair of mugs with hot tea instantly appeared on the coffee table. As he reached to give her the mug he shook his head.

Maleficent looked at him with a slightly puzzled look.

"Why didn't you just do that in the first place?"

Jafar just shook his head.

"I could have sworn I just boiled some water about 5 minutes ago..."

"What time did you boil it?"

"About 1 O'clock? Why?"

Maleficent started cackling.

"You idiot! It's been over 3 hours since you boiled that water!"

"Oh." Jafar looked a bit surprised and worried. That look was new to her; it wasn't a look he normally had. The air between them became a bit awkward, so she quickly changed the subject.

"It doesn't matter, the tea looks good. Thanks."

"No problem."

As they both quietly sipped their tea Maleficent finally got a better look at Jafar. He looked tired. His eye drooped and he was yawning quite a bit.

"Haven't you slept at all? Remember there's a meeting at 9 O'clock this morning."

"Ehh I'm not that tired. But no I haven't slept at all. I... never mind, you'd probably mock me."

This peeked her interest. Not many things would make Jafar stop mid sentence. He was powerful, almost as powerful as her. He feared nothing, not even her wrath, something which was no mean feat. So when something could stop him mid sentence and cause him to rethink his words, it had to be something dangerous.

"What? Tell me."

She looked at him with a look of something akin to a puppy. Or at least what she imagined what a pathetic puppy looked like. After looking he relented, though she wasn't sure if it was pity from the look or for the attempt. He sighed before he began.

"I've been having nightmares recently. They involve this... demon thing... a giant demon creature, with giant black bat wings, half of it submerged within a mountain. And it had these eyes ... these..."

Before he could say it Maleficent finished his sentence.

"Yellow eyes that stared at you, as if he could see into the recesses of your soul?"

His eyes opened wide with shock.

"YES! How did you?"

Something in Maleficent let go and she told Jafar the true reason why she was awake.

"I just had the same nightmare. That's why I'm really up. I awoke and it scared me.''

She realised her mistake and stood up, raising her sceptre and pointing it at his face.

"I SWEAR IF YOU TELL ANYONE I'LL-"

To her surprise Jafar stood up, pushed past her sceptre and was standing almost a foot from her. She was about to step backwards when he grabbed her by the waist with his long bony hands. His grip was not tight nor was it cold, but rather gentle and warm, something which surprised her greatly. As she looked at him he spoke softly.

"Remember, we're villains, and as evil as we may be we stick together. I'm your friend just remember that and I'll always be here for you, assuming I haven't gotten killed and Hades is busy."

He released her waist and took her hand and kissed it before grabbing his staff. Then he turned and began to walk away. Maleficent blushed. She, and all the other villains, knew that Jafar was interested in her and the feeling wasn't just one sided. She had been in other relationships before, just as he had, but for both neither of theirs worked out. She was leery to start a new one, but when he held her, she felt something she hadn't felt for a long time.

"I'll be in the study if you're looking for me."

Jafar's voice broke her trail of thought. She realised she was blushing and he was looking at her, and she quickly regained her composure.

"Oh umm, I'll go with you."

"Wonderful, I could use the company."

She stood up and walked towards Jafar, who had extended his arm for her to take. He grinned at her which she responded with a smile of her own as she took his arm. As well as being her second-in-command, Jafar was also known all around the castle to be one of the most charming and sophisticated villains. She knew that this was true, and she didn't mind the attention. It was a nice feeling, since most people avoided her, hated her, and treated her as if she was a monster.

Especially Frollo, that religious asshole.

As they walked down the hallway Maleficent looked at Jafar.

"You know I would have never taken you for a comedy person, I always believed that was Hades sort of thing."

Jafar chuckled and looked at her.

"Well, I find improvisation comedy to be chaotic yet entertaining. Besides, Hades and I are best friends after all, although we never really did get along that well in high school." He chuckled again. "Remember those days?"

They both grinned and laughed.

"Ahh Jafar I sorta miss those days."

Jafar gave her a funny look.

"Sorta?"

"You don't remember that huge magic duel I had with Mim?"

Jafar smirked.

"How could I forget? You turned into a dragon and burnt her and about half the school."

He could see the anger wash over her face.

"Hey! It wasn't as if you we're 'Mister Perfect'. Remember that fight you had with Hades?"

This time it was Maleficent's turn to smirk while Jafar rolled his eyes.

"That was an unfair fight and you know it. Using his god powers to..."

He mumbled the rest as Maleficent laughed. As she laughed Jafar looked at her with a glint of yearning in his eye.

By Allah, she is beautiful.

He had dated Grimhilde before and as beautiful as she was, her beauty was mostly done with makeup. Of course without her makeup she was still very pretty, but she was so... vain. He had also dated Yzma, briefly, but that didn't go very well either. Maleficent, however, was much different from the others. She was beautiful, but she wasn't vain about it. She wasn't comical like Yzma, but she wasn't as dry as Cruella. Maleficent was intelligent, charismatic, and an had a personality that made even Ursula look boring. She was known for wrath but the way she showed it proved to be so much more sophisticated than the other villainesses. He enjoyed spending time with Maleficent; it was always interesting to be around her. Hook, Hades, Ursula and all the other villains believed it was just an attempt to get into her robes, but he was truly attracted to her.

"Jafar?"

Maleficent's voice brought him back to reality and he noticed she was half glaring, half looking at him with a look of wonder. That's when he realised he was most likely staring. He shook his head to look as if he fell asleep, though with the look of disdain on her face he guessed it looked pretty pathetic

"My sincerest apologize; I guess I'm a bit tired." He just grinned while she rolled her eyes at him.

She saw how he looked at her, and she liked it. Something inside her told her to let go, and in an instant, she came right up to his face and pulled his robes by the neck and kissed him surprising Jafar. It lasted for a brief moment before she pulled away and gave him a sly look.

"If I catch you staring at me again I'll kill you."

As she turned and walked further down the hallway Jafar smiled a half grin, half absent minded smile. He shook himself out of his dream bubble feeling and saw her walking away.

"You gonna do that to me again as well my dear?"

She turned and smiled deviously.

"Perhaps."

He grinned in Response.

"Then I suppose I wouldn't mind dying."

He smiled as he walked quickly to catch up to her. When he did they looked at each other and they grinned.

"You know my dear I've never seen that side of you before."

He took her by the hand and pulled her close to him grabbing her waist once more.

"And I must say I liked it" he almost purred as he said it.

Maleficent grinned; she liked how he said it. She really enjoyed the attention he paid to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled once more at him, with the same devious look but with a new look as well, one of passion.

"You're not the only one who does."

They kissed once more, longer now, with passion and a mix of red and green fire erupting from them in the heat of the moment. As they pulled apart Maleficent's eyes looked directly at him.

"Care to take this else were?"

Jafar caught her eye.

"I thought you'd never ask."

The next thing she knew, Jafar had snapped his fingers and they appeared in her room. Then, with a swift fluid motion, Jafar literally swept her off her feet and was carrying her towards her bed. She looked at him half surprised half pleased. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he laid her on the bed and sidled up next to her. She looked into his eyes.

"You're stronger then you look you know that?"

Jafar just grinned.

"You'd be surprised, looks are deceiving after all."

He winked as he said it, causing a surprising giggle to come from Maleficent. She just smiled.

"Well then, why don't you prove it?"

"Oh I will my dear, I'll show you how snnnakkkeee like I can be."

Okay well, what do you guys think? It's probably my first major story and I personally think it started off well. What do you think? Should I continue with it?

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