Hunter's Moon by GraySideofThings
Rating- T
Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
A/N- I know that the black spot is a symbol of a traitor and that they are coming to kill you and stuff, but I liked the concept of the magic behind it.
Hunter's Moon
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It was beautiful. The ballroom was covered in mirrors, reflecting the beauty over and over again, into a never ending ballroom. The chandeliers dipped dried wax and crystals and gave off light that couldn't possibly be made by electricity. A shadowy corner hid a small orchestra playing waltz music.
Sarah moved slowly through the dancers, looking for the presence pressing in her mind. This reminded her some much of the dream from a long time ago. The dancers, the mirror filled ballroom, and laughter of them. But something feels different this time.
She catches her reflection. Instead of a big puffy white ball gown, an elegant white strapless dress took its place. It was tight against her body until the hips, which it then flared out. Her dark hair was up in a bun with crystals embedded within, glinting in the light.
Sarah did a slight twirl. She had to admit, she liked this one slightly better. She looked and felt older. She felt like she belonged here.
"May I have this dance?" a voice asked her from behind.
Sarah turned around to see and man dressed in white holding his hand out to her. His face was half covered by a matching white mask.
"Sure," Sarah placed her hand into his. They are dancing, whirling around the floor. Each step is follows the song perfectly. Sarah's eyes closed as she enjoyed the dance. Sarah gets so caught up in the song; she doesn't even realize the swift change in partners.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Sarah?" A deep, velvety voice asked her.
Startled, Sarah opened her eyes to meet two mismatched ones. She took a step back instinctively, only to have his arm tighten around her.
"It would be impolite to leave during a dance," His eyes warned her not to defy him.
"Where is my other partner?" Sarah asked, keeping in step with the Goblin King.
"He decided to leave you in the middle of the dance," Sarah didn't believe him for a second. "I decided to save you from the embarrassment. Wasn't that gracious of me?"
"Extremely," Sarah bite out sarcastically. "But I believe it was wasted on me. You're no hero,"
Jareth's face frowned for a second before going back to the arrogant smirk. "Of course, always the villain."
Sarah opened her mouth to respond, but didn't get a chance as the song ended. Everyone stopped dancing and politely clapped for the musical in the corner of the ballroom.
Jareth released her and took her right hand into his gloved one. He raised it to his mouth, but paused inches from his mouth. His buttery soft leather clad thumb brushed over the top of her hand, examining it. A slight quirk of his mouth and her hand was flipped over. He bent over and pressed his lips to the center of her hand. A shock sprouted from the spot where he had kissed her, sending electricity throughout her arm. "Thank you for allowing me this dance."
Sarah quickly pulled her hand back, and Jareth let her. She looked down at her palm. In the center of her palm, a black spot sat exactly where his lips touched. Sarah's eyes widened, her mouth hung open in shock.
With one finger she touched it. She was surprised when she came away with a black inky substance on her finger. The black liquid started slowly running down her fingers. Confused, Sarah looked back to the black spot to find that it had grown. Black vines sprouted from the spot and continued to crawl across her palm.
In fear, Sarah rubbed it the spot, hoping it would go away. She only succeed on getting it all over her other hand. With a cry she tried to rub it off on her dress. It smeared on her pure white dress, leaving behind black ink that started growing rapidly, covering her whole torso in no time. The same was happening to her arms. They were both almost covered in the black liquid.
Sarah screamed and looked up at Jareth. "What have you done?" She cried.
Jareth had a smirk on his face, like a man whose plan was going perfectly. "I've marked you, Sarah."
"You bast-"Her angry words where cut off when the black substance had found her face and thrust itself into her mouth. The rest of her words were muffled.
"I'll see you on the hunter's moon, Precious. The hunt has begun," His mocking, laughing face was the last thing she saw before the black liquid reached her eyes.
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Sarah awoke with a start, her heart racing and her whole body burning. Trying to regain her breath, she quickly turned on her bedside light and inspected herself. Thankfully none of the black liquid had followed her from the dream world. She could breathe easy now. It was just a dream. She flipped her right hand over and lost her breath all over again.
Staring her strait in the eye was the black spot in the exact spot where he had kissed her.
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