A/N: Hi everyone. When rereading this fan fiction of mine, I wasn't satisfied. In fact, I was surprised. I decided to tweak it to my whim. I'm sorry to those who liked the original, but hopefully you all will enjoy the 2nd edition.

Enjoy!

Julian couldn't understand the feelings going through him as he held Jenny in his arms. The fight for Jenny, at least the majority of it, was over. He was holding the only one in the world who caused his heart to beat, who gave him something to be good for. And it was going to stay that way. Now all he had to do was gain her love.

Her head rested softly against his chest, her lips slightly parted. His heart, if he even had one, tingled at every breath she took. He carried her carefully through the house he made for her. When first thinking about it, he couldn't decide whether to indulge her in her love of her home or to shower her with everything she deserved. In the end, his greed made the decision for him and he created a glamorous home, one that when walking through it, she would no doubt thing of him.

Her room, by his whim, was across from his own, though his was more for show than use. he had no intention or need of using it, not when Jenny was given a spacious room. He placed her gently in bed, admiring her as he tucked her in the emerald-green comforter he picked out especially for her.

God, he loved her. He loved every detail. The color of her cheeks as they flushed from her warmth or how delicate her hands looked placed on the covers. Her eyelashes curled against her cheeks, tempting him. He couldn't help himself and stole a lock of her hair, stroking it between his thumb and finger as he continued to stare at her.

He could tell that it would be hard for her to adjust, if not the most difficult task. But he would make it easy, he would be good to her. And besides, he knew in time she would come to love him in turn. It was already surfacing when she looked at him. It was obvious when she bit her lip and clenched her hands. She was fighting her new feelings her him. He, however, knew the outcome of this fight.

As Julian had said before, he never loses.

...

Jenny couldn't remember much when she woke up. No, when she first began to feel sleep leave her as she stretched and wiggled her toes, she first thought that she was home. But as her hands slid across the silky sheets without ever touching the edge of the bed, she began to open her eyes with a sleepy curiosity. This wasn't her bed. That thought came to her as her fingers bumped into something solid. She practically fell off the bed as she kicked away from what she had discovered when a firm grip came around her wrist and pulled her up. Her eyes blinked rapidly, still disorientated from sleep, as she stared at Julian, his hand curled around her forearm.

"Jenny," he said. "Calm down."

The shock of blue eyes and silver blond hair caused her heart to race. He was looking at her carefully, a slight smile on his face. Unlike before, there was a calmness about him, as if he was just waking up himself. He was laying on top of the covers, to her relief, wearing his usual, soft black jeans and a black t-shirt.

She couldn't take her eyes away from his for what felt like the longest time. But when she did, she glanced around, finding that she was in a bedroom, definitely not her own. Everything was colored in emerald and gold. The walls shimmered in deep green, while the door, door frame, even the light switch, were painted a liquid gold. All the furniture was antique and stained a deep cherry. It was old fashioned and elegant, but definitely not Jenny's taste. It was obvious it was furnished for her, and for her to stay.

She gulped as she tried to think of something to say. "Where am I?" Was the best she could come up with.

He stared into her eyes for a moment before answering. "Home." All the air left her chest. Home? This wasn't her home. Just a prison, a confinement filled with pretty things for her.

Her breath caught as she began to realize that she had lost. The game, it was over. She hardly noticed that he let go of her as she began to remember what had happened the night before.

She was in Zack's garage, practically to the door when Julian came. By the time he came to her, she was weak in the knees, almost to the point of fainting. She thought something horrible was going to happen to her. He scared her so much then, to the point of tears. Jenny was hysterical and unsure of what I could do to gain an advantage, if she even could. In the end, his arms came around her and he took her down into the vortex he had created. She wasn't taken to her friends. A house, he took her to a house, where she finally gave into the desire to faint.

She glanced at her hand then, finding that she was still wearing his ring. A wave of shame came over her. She clenched her jaw and looked at him, knowing the answer before asking. "It's over?"

"Yes, Jenny, it's over now. I won the game."

Panic seized her chest. "But-but, everyone else. What about everyone else?" Where would he have taken them? What would he have done with them?

"They lost too, you know that." His voice sent chills down her spine as he said the words.

"But where are they? Where did they go to?" She could hear the annoyance in her voice. Get it under control girl!

"That would be telling." He gave a little smile, one that said more than enough and that only made her more on edge. "I wouldn't worry too much. They are fine." For now, lingered in the air. She couldn't believe that he could act like this, cool and collected, as if he knew this was going to be the outcome. She hated it, the slight smile that lingered on his lips.

She scooted away from him. "Why are you using them to punish me? I lost, you won me. Why do you need them?"

"Because," he said as he reached out and cupped her cheek. She turned to look away, but it only made him take his other hand and force me to look at him. "I am not keeping them to punish you, but to show you."

"What are you trying to show me?" Her voice became barely a whisper. She couldn't help but notice that his hands were cold, like ice.

"That you need only me." He leaned in and brushed his lips against her own. Instantly Jenny was taken over by chemistry that was between them, something that she never cared to admit, yet always seemed to forget. His lips were soft as petals, and every kiss made Jenny tremble. She didn't even realize that she had tilted her face up to reach is, or that one of his hands went into her hair and the other pressed into her lower back.

After a moment, he drew back, his slips still slightly against hers. "Finally, you are mine."

Without even thinking, she pushed him away. It wasn't of distaste or annoyance. If anything, Jenny enjoyed being in his arms. It was as if those words broke through the longing and snapped her back to consciousness. Those words made her want to fight him, even if the game was finished.

"Jenny-" He looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise, but then narrowed. "Jenny-" he started up again, as though he were scolding a child.

"No, Julian." She got off the bed and stood. She needed to feel like she was in control here, at least in some way. "Get out."

He smiled, but it was angry. "What?"

"You can't just do this. You can't just come in here and kiss me like...Like I'm in love with you." The last sentence rushed out of her. It sounded like she was afraid to say it. He continued to smirk, as if he heard it too.

"You may claim to not loving me now, Jenny, but we have all the time in the world." His smile became more genuine. He stood off the bed, making her small efforts to be empowered feeble. "Soon enough you will recognize the feelings surfacing in you." He took a step closer. "Soon you will love me more than anyone you left behind."

Jenny shook my head, anger boiling over. "Don't kid yourself. I'm not hiding anything, not feeling anything towards you besides hatred." She walked over and opened the bedroom door. "Leave."

His cobalt blue eyes gleamed. He was in the power here, and they both knew it. But something was different between them. He wasn't as eager or as persistent as before. In a way, it made Jenny feel even more defeated. He was so sure he would get his way. The fight was over. Even if she continued to struggle, it was only a waste of time and effort. "I will leave," he said, taking her out of her thoughts, "If you give me a kiss good night."

Jenny narrowed her eyes at his words and looked the other way, trying to avoid his gaze. He smirked and closed the space between them, surprising her by leaning to whisper in her ear. "I will get it one way or another, Jenny." She stepped back, tears in her eyes. He tilted his head, his smirk disappearing at the sight of them. "There is no need to cry, Jenny. You have no reason to be afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid for myself."

He reached out and wiped a stray tear away. "I don't believe you."

"You don't really need them, do you, Julian?" She reached for his hand and held it, an outright act of desperation. "Can't you let them go? Please?" Tears were flowing freely now. She couldn't hold them in any longer.

"I'm afraid not, love. They are necessary."

"For what?"

He kissed her hand, avoiding her question. "I will leave now, as you clearly need your rest." He reached a hand out to her cheek, but paused when Jenny flinched. "We can talk later"

"I'm not talking to you until you let my friends go."

A smile pulled at his lips. "Well, Darling, I'm willing to bet you will grace me with your words before long. Goodnight." And with that, Julian left the room, leaving Jenny to her thoughts and her tears.