AN: So, most of the characters that will be here don't belong to me. The Vampyre is mine, and yes I will use that spelling, deal with it. My first go, not sure where it will go, I'm just trying to put down what I see in my head. Who knows how often those accursèd plot bunnies will show up. So... Read! then Review!
What once could have been a great and beautiful ballroom now lay in ruin. Curtains hung tattered and torn; chandeliers lay shattered, dilapidated from what had caused this havoc and the passage of time; fragments of glass and crystal had found their new home resting scattered about the floor. A silent figure walked into the room careful not to disturb anything further than what had become of it. The gaunt and pale man moved himself slowly to the center of the room where another figure sat staring in silence at an opulent clock that had stopped an hour from madnight.
With a tone that bordered on monotonous the pale man broke the silence, "Lord Jareth, wh–"
"Stop." Jareth interrupted, "I need no lecturing from you, vampyre. Leave me be." Jareth continued to sit, his entire focus devoted to the stopped clock. His mismatched eyes watched unblinkingly, never shifting, with an amount of sadness and regret and a twinge of anger behind them.
"Come now, it is time to move on, Goblin King, you should get back to living." The vampyre moved to look into Jareth's face. His angular features were unmoved. "Hmm… still have her on your mind?"
One would have thought the word had hit Jareth across the face with the look that it generated. The reminder of what was in his mind finally broke his glaring at the clock and caused him to wince. With his eyes now closed he offered a simple nod in response to the question.
"Jareth, Jareth, Jareth… You should move on. I have read how they write about you, I'm surprised you have not taken any of them up on their dreams." The toothy grin was met with a vengeful glare. "Sorry, your high-and-mighty-ness, I know of no one who looks upon chocolate sauce with more anger. Hmm, perhaps one from among your fellow fae then; I know, there was a hunter who had a daughter, if memory serves me properly…" The vampyre's voice trailed to nothing as he could tell that Jareth was not taking this goading well.
"He is was falconer, and no. No, NO!" With a growing rage he jumped from his chair sending it flying and adding to the chaos that consumed the rest of the room. "No…" he finally added, as he leaned his head against the stilled clock, "None of them will do. Sarah is so much better than they are, I can't get past the fact that she left."
"Oh get off your self pitying ass, you have only one person to blame for that and you know it. You had her falling in love with you, the prospects you offered, your song took her in and she was loving it." He paused to let his words sink in before pointing an accusatory finger at the broken clock. "But no, that was not enough for you; you had to go and gloat over how you were so close to besting her with your labyrinth, how you were going to be able to keep her brother for all time." The vampyre just shook his head, "The intricacies of your love life astound me, Jareth."
"It's been nearly three years now… Even if I told her how I really feel, do you think that she would even think twice about me now?"
"One way to find out, Goblin King. You need to get out of here anyways, let me clean it up a bit; ever think about using diamond instead of crystal?" at the question the vampyre grinned wider than one would think possible, "After all, it is quite a bit harder to break." He had to quickly duck out of the way to avoid being flown into by a large barn owl. "Hmm, now how long have you been listening..?"
"Long enough to know you're plotting something." A young woman poked her head out from behind the now abandoned clock, her golden eyes staring at the vampyre accusingly.
"How well you know me, shall we go and watch what fun may come of this?"
The two left arm in arm from the opulent clock and accompanying chaos.
