He held her down. He raised up her tongue--and then he cut it out of her mouth.
"Do not look at me like that. You were given fair warning, both of your words and of my rights under the law."
Choking on her own blood, Amanda Grayson died of shock.
Sarek looked down at her corpse, and spit. His face was twisted in contempt.
"You never once satisfied me. Especially as you grew truly frail. That I could ever mate with something so fragile and weak astounds and disgusts me."
He kicked the body away, and thought no more of it as it hit the nearby wall.
From the next room came the sound of giggling.
"This shall go on no longer."
As the wall was bumped, repeatedly, and the giggling turned to ecstatic laughter, Sarek grasped his lirpa, retrieved from the nearby study. Cutting his palm, he lubricated the thirsty weapon with his own blood, as tradition demanded.
He merely opened their bedroom door, although since they were in the throes of passion, he could have smashed it down, and still they would never have noticed.
The girl was standing up, and being taken from behind like a common whore. She was also enjoying herself quite a bit.
"I beg you--go faster still!"
"As fast--and as hard as you want."
Sarek smashed the lirpa's blunt end into the ground. This grasped their attention. The look on his face kept it.
"Sarek?"
"Tell me, Peter--did your grandfather teach you that position? Did you learn it observing him with his many males? Or was Tasorel too effete to admit his unproductive inclinations? Or was he simply too Romulan to do so?"
Pathetically, the boy was attempting to cover her nakedness with his own.
"Sri Sarek---I don't know what's wrong, but you are upsetting and embarrassing my wife. I'll ask you to leave my room."
The boy was powerful beyond description. So it was that Sarek struck without thought, and brought the sharp end of the lirpa down and through Peter Kirk's neck, cleanly severing his head. His manhood still inside her, Saavik screamed as she felt her bond broken this time beyond repair. The body fell back, arms reaching out for her before going limp. The girl looked up at him, seething in fury.
"Why?!!!"
Sarek gently shook his head.
"He called me Sri--but I am not his father. He called you wife--but by T'Pau's decree, you are most certainly not. He spoke of your embarrassment--but you have no shame. You never have. Perhaps if your own father had not been an insane weakling Earther half-breed--you might have been worth claiming, as it was in the first days."
Suddenly, he pushed Saavik against the wall with the stick part of his weapon.
"Perhaps I am too hasty, though. You entered the universe by means of an incestuous rape--perhaps it is best that you leave the same way."
Her own abilities robbed from her by grief, the girl merely whimpered as her grandfather exercised a hideous rite of passage. That she did not survive was no concern of his. In fact, it cleansed his family line of almost all human taint, so it was doubly satisfying.
He phasered the three dead bodies out of existence.
"It is done."
Outside his home, an angel floated above Sarek in judgement. It was the little human girl, the one who had brought him from Vulcania in his dimmest dreams. She was crying.
"I asked you to be good, Sarek."
She flew away, as his weapon fell back down, unable to strike her down. Sarek wept, too.
"Noooo---those I loved. I have destroyed..."
He felt breath on his back. Breath like a blast furnace. Sarek turned and beheld The Ancient Destroyer, King Ghidorah. Somehow, it formed guttural words. The gold head spoke.
"Thank.....You."
The Great Beast began to laugh, and that laughter filled the cosmos that was now certainly damned.
Sarek woke screaming.
He lay atop a desert dune, not too far from his home. Standing over him was Peter Kirk, very much alive.
"Sri Sarek--are you able to travel?"
The Ambassador nodded.
"I am--my son."
Peter looked at him askance.
"You've never directly called me that before."
"A mistake on my part, Peter. An illogical denial of Cthia. What is, is. Kaidith. Why did we come out here?"
Peter, looking tired himself, sat down on his blanket.
"We three seem to be at our worst when T'Khut is most visible in the night sky. Your Vulcan emotions are impossible to reign in, then, even with my help. The creature that is my ancestor was never meant to live around sentients as we know them. Had it lived, it would have been not merely a regulator of Ghidorah's power--but of humankind's. And I have a feeling the guards who raped my wife as a child on Hellguard did so by moonlight. For Amanda's sake--I suggested we clear out. You with your illness, and Saavik being---Saavik, I tend to forget that you're not human. Vulcans may be overly fearful of emotion--but there is a valid reason for that fear."
Sarek nodded.
"Indeed. My dream--my nightmare--is one I will long contemplate. Have you had such visions this night?"
He shook his still-attached head.
"Don't need them. My dreams are all of Ghidorah's rampage, remember? At times, I can even hear that three-headed bastard laughing. When that happens, those cells within me become excited. My ancestor was not a creature you wanted to excite."
Sarek sat up, feeling purged if not truly cleansed.
"Perhaps you, too, should remember that by many standards, you are not human, either."
Sarek was glad that he had taught Peter control over his psi-abilities. But he now felt a bit angry at Tasorel, or Thomas Sorel. The Romulan defector had never told his only grandson the truth. That placed Peter in the position of having Vulcanoid reactions without ever knowing exactly why.
"Where is Saavik-kam?"
Peter gulped.
"She's---sleeping. For her its worse. It varies between Ghidorah's rampage and her own nightmares."
In her mind, Saavik stood safely upon airless T'Khut. She looked down upon Vulcan, where all of her schoolmate tormentors dwelled.
She gestured, and the planet was wiped clean of all life. She smiled.
"Such an ugly little world, don't you believe so, husb------"
Looking down upon her bondmate's graveworld, Saavik then woke up screaming.
It was to be a long night.