HI! this is my first story here! I'm a long time reader, first time writer so Please R&R (I accept annonymous reviews)!
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me... Jim henson is a genius... The story belongs to me though...
PS If things aren't going exactly like you remember them in the movie, Hang tight,... theres a reason for that..
She had her eyes closed, and she didn't want to open them.
The sound of Twinkling bells fell lightly upon Sarah's ear. They accompanied a familiar melody which was being played by several unearthly sounding instruments. Oh, how she wanted to stay like this forever.
Wait, Like what?
Her eyes fluttered gently beneath their lids.
Simply standing with her eyes closed listening to this lullaby and the haughty laughter of others.
Wait, laughter?
She wanted to open her eyes, to look at what was going on around her, but she couldn't. Why not? Because something horrible would happen! Fear pounded in her heart. But why was she so afraid?
'Oh god, Sarah,' her mind whispered, 'What did you get into now?'
She urged her eyes to open despite the wrenching feeling in her gut.
'This is stupid,' she thought, 'what person in their right mind can't even open their eyes.'
She slowly heaved her eyelids open. As soon as she did, she wished that she hadn't. She quickly closed her eyes again.
'No No No!' her mind chanted, 'Not here! Please! It's all a dream… Just let me wake up… wake up…'
What she saw before her was a scene that she loved and hated; this thing that both taunted her and frightened her.
There were several white gaudy chandeliers hanging from the mirrored ceiling. A large area filled with colorful cushions of every shape and size was in the center of the room. The floor was meant for dancing and split into two levels. There were several intricate patterns within the floor itself. Hundreds of dancers wore elegant Venetian style dancing dresses. The masks even reminded Sarah of Venice, but they were different somehow. These were mocking and playful. As if the dancers thought it was fun to dress up like goblins themselves. The walls curved dangerously inward and reminded Sarah of a giant soap bubble. Sarah herself was dressed in the same ball gown she had worn so many years ago: elegant, simple and flattering with a small train flowing from the back.
Sarah's hand grips the gauzy material of her skirt as she desperately tried to wake up.
'This has to be a dream,' She told herself, 'so why can't I wake up?'
The music slowed and a calming tenor voice rang throughout the entire ballroom.
There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes
'Oh, What the heck,' she thought, 'If it's just a dream, why can't I enjoy it?'
A kind of pale jewel
Open and close
Within your eyes
I'll place the sky
Within your eyes
She opened her eyes bravely, proud of her discovery. She scanned the crowd. The many guests of this ball were obviously enjoying themselves.
'Where is he?' Sarah questioned herself, 'I can hear him. He must be here.'
A small wisp of sapphire hair caught her eye. Her head whipped around to the source. No Goblin King. Her head whipped in the direction of the crystal voice, but it changed direction. Suddenly a warm gloved hand was upon her waist. A chill flew down her spine and came to rest as permanent tingles where the strange hand rested. Knowing fully well what she would see, she turned around to face it.
It took her breath away, just like she remembered. His face was chiseled by the hands of angels. His eyebrows curved just so and his skin glowed with a supernatural presence. His champagne hair cascaded messily and graced his shoulders. When one looked closer one could see streaks of sapphire blue throughout his beautiful locks. Sarah's breath hitched as she stared into his mismatched eyes. He was so much more than David Bowie could ever portray. This was her Goblin King.
His throat fluttered as he sang her the words that meant so much to him. His eyes bore into hers and she could hardly breathe. He used the hand that was resting on her waist to draw her closer to him.
And they started to dance.
Sarah was mesmerized by the entire experience. Her feet moved against her own will and she smiled as the lovely Jareth spun her around and around. This time there was no time limit, no Toby, and no silly peach. It was just her and the King. This was the moment that she wished she could relive ever since she had defeated that stupid labyrinth.
I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine Evenings
Though we're strangers 'till now
Their dancing stopped and the music faded away. Sarah looked around her breathlessly. Why had they stopped, it was the best part of the song and she was just getting into the dancing. She looked back into Jareth's eyes. He started to lean toward her.
'Is he—' Her mind couldn't even register the thought.
She felt the unmistakable feeling of butterflies in her stomach as she gave into his charms. The hand that had once rested upon her waist trailed up her body seductively. It finally came to rest upon her cheek. Sarah felt blood rushing to her face as Jareth guided her mouth toward his. Her lips were parted slightly, begging for him to kiss her. He was mere millimeters from her lips—
"SARAH!!!!!"
Sarah jolted upright from her resting position.
It was all a dream.
She groaned and rolled over trying to regain the moment she just had. The moment that she feared would haunt her the rest of her life.
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