I just wrote this...it's the third installment to an as-yet unnamed series staring with 'Vampire' and 'Her Death'. This one is told from Jareth's point of view...it's set a few years after 'Her Death' and so, quite a few years after the film.
I would really appreciate suggestions, comments etc as it's still pretty raw.
Anyhoo...here you go.. (and I'm not even sure of the title!)
****
Perfect
We're ready now, my son and I.
I saw him change every day, no longer the little boy pining for a mother - not even remembering his brother. Yet I always knew. I saw. His whole life I watched. He wasn't weak like the ones before, he didn't die young, nor was he like her. Third time's a charm, isn't that the expression? It was worth it. Sacrifice, what's a few lives for eternity?
He even has my hair, my eyes. He is....me.
But he won't linger here, to rule over nothings. He won't be constrained by the pitiful imagination of a girl, nor by the screams of a woman. Mortal freedom without the limitations of the human 'condition'.
He will be glorious. The perfect being. Ironic really, to think, he came from...such imperfection, such.....
Maybe I took him too late. No, no..he's perfect. Yet..there are times when I see it, a glazed look in his eyes. A memory stiring? No. Perfect.
His charm almost rivals my own. His cunning equally so. Nothing will get through his cool exterior..but, is it too cool?
Love, a weak state. But did he need it? A mother, should I have kept her? I couldn't. She would do it again...to me.
Doubts. Why? He will have it all. What I never had. We'll do it together. He doesn't need anyone, anything. He will be glorious....
We're ready now, my son and I.
*****
Another wierd one. *g*
I would really appreciate suggestions, comments etc as it's still pretty raw.
Anyhoo...here you go.. (and I'm not even sure of the title!)
****
Perfect
We're ready now, my son and I.
I saw him change every day, no longer the little boy pining for a mother - not even remembering his brother. Yet I always knew. I saw. His whole life I watched. He wasn't weak like the ones before, he didn't die young, nor was he like her. Third time's a charm, isn't that the expression? It was worth it. Sacrifice, what's a few lives for eternity?
He even has my hair, my eyes. He is....me.
But he won't linger here, to rule over nothings. He won't be constrained by the pitiful imagination of a girl, nor by the screams of a woman. Mortal freedom without the limitations of the human 'condition'.
He will be glorious. The perfect being. Ironic really, to think, he came from...such imperfection, such.....
Maybe I took him too late. No, no..he's perfect. Yet..there are times when I see it, a glazed look in his eyes. A memory stiring? No. Perfect.
His charm almost rivals my own. His cunning equally so. Nothing will get through his cool exterior..but, is it too cool?
Love, a weak state. But did he need it? A mother, should I have kept her? I couldn't. She would do it again...to me.
Doubts. Why? He will have it all. What I never had. We'll do it together. He doesn't need anyone, anything. He will be glorious....
We're ready now, my son and I.
*****
Another wierd one. *g*