Buried Past
Kate couldn't tear her eyes from him; he was so familiar. That long glowing blonde hair, and those beautiful mismatched eyes. He had an aura of magic and unfathomable power; and she just couldn't escape the nagging feeling that she knew him once.
Jareth smiled as he caught her gaze fixed on him. He had waited twenty years for this day. She was bound to resist, but he always did love a challenge, especially when it was she who was presenting it.
"What are you looking at, Kate?" The voice of her friend, Mary, broke through her reverie.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing." Kate replied, her eyes never leaving the stranger.
"Something." Mary smiled mischievously; she rarely saw Kate act like this. Kate forced herself to look away from the man and turned to her best friend with a frown.
"So?"
"Just making an observation."
"Mm."
"So tell me. Who is he?"
"I'm not sure. I have a feeling I've met him before though."
"Well why don't you go ask him?" Mary playfully nudged Kate forward.
"I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Why not?"
"He just seems..." She trailed off, watching him as he broke away from a conversation with a rather large old man.
"What?" Mary urged her to continue. Kate shook her head and turned back to her friend.
"Never mind."
"No. Tell me."
"Dangerous." She blurted out. "He seems dangerous."
"Dangerous? I think your imagination's acting up again." Her friend laughed. "Look, I'm going to go see what the others are up to. I'll talk to you later. K?"
"Sure."
Kate turned back to where she had last seen the stranger, but he had moved on to some other unknown location when she wasn't looking. "Figures."
"Looking for something?" An oddly familiar voice came from behind her. She whirled around, knowing who would be there. His eyes rendered her immobile momentarily. "Did I frighten you?" He smiled as she took an unconscious step away.
"No." She replied absently.
"Oh?" He smiled mockingly at her and she somehow found it to be a very attractive expression for him.
"Yes." She smiled, hiding her uneasiness. "Do I know you?" Kate asked, searching his eyes. His smile widened.
"Perhaps." He replied secretively, his eyes sparkling with some unknown emotion.
"Who are you, then?" Kate asked a bit impatiently.
"Jareth."
"Why does that name sound familiar?" She said more to herself than him.
"Kate!" Mary called to her, breaking her from her thoughts. Kate turned toward the voice and tried not to look annoyed as her friend approached her. "Oh, I see you finally worked up the courage to speak to him?" Mary teased, eyeing Jareth appreciatively.
Jareth chuckled and gave Kate a knowing look, causing her to blush fiercely.
"I came to her actually."
"I should have figured as much. She's such a chicken. I'm Mary by the way." She replied, holding her hand out to Jareth who took it briefly, giving it a light squeeze.
"A pleasure." He didn't bother introducing himself. Turning his attention back to Kate, he spoke once again. "I'm glad we've had a chance to speak, Kate. I'm sure I will see you again soon. Goodnight ladies."
"Goodnight…." Mary trailed off, hoping he would supply her with a name for himself. Jareth seemed to not have heard her; he merely stood there staring into Kate's beautiful green eyes.
"Goodnight, Jareth." Kate whispered at length.
Kate couldn't tear her eyes from him; he was so familiar. That long glowing blonde hair, and those beautiful mismatched eyes. He had an aura of magic and unfathomable power; and she just couldn't escape the nagging feeling that she knew him once.
Jareth smiled as he caught her gaze fixed on him. He had waited twenty years for this day. She was bound to resist, but he always did love a challenge, especially when it was she who was presenting it.
"What are you looking at, Kate?" The voice of her friend, Mary, broke through her reverie.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing." Kate replied, her eyes never leaving the stranger.
"Something." Mary smiled mischievously; she rarely saw Kate act like this. Kate forced herself to look away from the man and turned to her best friend with a frown.
"So?"
"Just making an observation."
"Mm."
"So tell me. Who is he?"
"I'm not sure. I have a feeling I've met him before though."
"Well why don't you go ask him?" Mary playfully nudged Kate forward.
"I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Why not?"
"He just seems..." She trailed off, watching him as he broke away from a conversation with a rather large old man.
"What?" Mary urged her to continue. Kate shook her head and turned back to her friend.
"Never mind."
"No. Tell me."
"Dangerous." She blurted out. "He seems dangerous."
"Dangerous? I think your imagination's acting up again." Her friend laughed. "Look, I'm going to go see what the others are up to. I'll talk to you later. K?"
"Sure."
Kate turned back to where she had last seen the stranger, but he had moved on to some other unknown location when she wasn't looking. "Figures."
"Looking for something?" An oddly familiar voice came from behind her. She whirled around, knowing who would be there. His eyes rendered her immobile momentarily. "Did I frighten you?" He smiled as she took an unconscious step away.
"No." She replied absently.
"Oh?" He smiled mockingly at her and she somehow found it to be a very attractive expression for him.
"Yes." She smiled, hiding her uneasiness. "Do I know you?" Kate asked, searching his eyes. His smile widened.
"Perhaps." He replied secretively, his eyes sparkling with some unknown emotion.
"Who are you, then?" Kate asked a bit impatiently.
"Jareth."
"Why does that name sound familiar?" She said more to herself than him.
"Kate!" Mary called to her, breaking her from her thoughts. Kate turned toward the voice and tried not to look annoyed as her friend approached her. "Oh, I see you finally worked up the courage to speak to him?" Mary teased, eyeing Jareth appreciatively.
Jareth chuckled and gave Kate a knowing look, causing her to blush fiercely.
"I came to her actually."
"I should have figured as much. She's such a chicken. I'm Mary by the way." She replied, holding her hand out to Jareth who took it briefly, giving it a light squeeze.
"A pleasure." He didn't bother introducing himself. Turning his attention back to Kate, he spoke once again. "I'm glad we've had a chance to speak, Kate. I'm sure I will see you again soon. Goodnight ladies."
"Goodnight…." Mary trailed off, hoping he would supply her with a name for himself. Jareth seemed to not have heard her; he merely stood there staring into Kate's beautiful green eyes.
"Goodnight, Jareth." Kate whispered at length.