Chapter 2, Journey to Forever
A/N: Naturally, Chapter 2 written at the House O' Lizzi, at one in the morning, after the bottle (The Peachiness!) is empty and Good Music is playing. At the moment, Lizzi is behind me sniging Evanescence. Lexa is online with me, and I'm actually not dead tired. Most of this chapter is dialogue, which switches off from last chapter, and will again in Chapter 3. Enjoy it y'all!! Review if you must. Positive reviews will be praised, critisism will be noted, flames will be used to laugh my ass off at when I get home and check my mail....
Dedicated to: I dedicate this chapter to Lexa, for being random and awesome and having a good voice, god damn her, and having the good grace and caffeine to be on this late at night. Put the Spoon down...
"Holy Shit."
"How very lyrical." Jareth raked his gaze over her, and she backed up self consciously. And out of fear.
"I didn't call you."
"Oooooh, but you did," Jareth answered smoothly. rubbing his gloved hands together. "You lit the Wish Flame Candle."
"The What?!"
"And you used to be so glib, so verbally enhanced when you weren't complaining about unfairness." He paused and sighed dramatically. "The Wish Flame Candle. Black, tall and tapered. Has a tendeny to grant wishes in the MOST delightful way."
"Delightful for WHO!?" Sarah cried violently, lurching forward.
"Delightful for Whom, my darling Sarah," Jareth corrected softly, and took a step forward. "Now, my Queen, I believe you had wants you felt should be attended to?"
"Not. By You." Sarah stepped backwards again, gritting her teeth and pulling her sweater more tightly around her form.
"Beggars cannot be choosers, midear. Take my hand."
Sarah froze, and stared blankly at the long fingers extended towards her, eyes stuck somewhere between shock and mingling horror. "What..."
"Take my hand, and I'll grant your wish."
"Why should I believe you?"
"What reason have I ever given you not to?" He took another step forward, and Sarah moved around behind her countertop, shielding part of her from view.
"You took my brother away."
"You asked it of us."
"I didn't Mean it!"
Jareth grinned, calmly enough to be maniacal. "Ahhh, but how were we to know that? You spoke the words, and we were at your beck and call."
"You Stole my brother from his crib, and then refused to give him back--"
"You never said you wanted him back. We weren't there to babysit. We made a bargain." Jareth reached his arm out further. "Let's not be late."
"We didn't make a bargain," Sarah replied, ignoring the hand. "You took words that I said out of anger and twisted them."
"You were quite specific, if I recall."
"You're wrong." Sarah took a deep breath, not liking how high pitched her voice had suddenly become. *I escaped him once, I can certainly do it again. I'm in my own home, he has no advantage...*
"I am seldom wrong."
His voice brought Sarah back from her reverie, and she pulled back from the counter when she realized he had moved forward to face her. Wicked eyes took in deep brown ones. Chaos just beneath the surface of a brown eye, evil intentions swirling with unnatural ice blue in the other.
"You were wrong with me."
Jareh narrowed his eyes for a moment, mask of indifference slipping slightly. Then he opened his mouth. "Ahh, but was I really wrong? You called me back."
"I didn't call you back!"
"You didn't specify, and I happened to answer. Next time, set down some rules, foolish girl." He leaned across the counter, white hair shining and pale face glowing like a nightmarish memory, back to haunt her with merciless words.
"I'm getting impatient, Sarah."
"You were BORN impatient," Sarah snapped back, and immediatly took a step back, trying to look cruel as well.
Jareth quirked a small half smile, bordering on a smirk, and stepped cleanly around the counter and towards her in one fluid, graceful motion.
"You should have learned long ago not to tamper with me," he told her quietly, leaning forward slightly, covering her body with his shadow and being without actually touching her, and pinning her down with his stare. "Give me your hand."
"No," Sarah breathed, squeezing her eyes shut and moving her hands round her back to deny access.
"You know, I have other methods," Jareth whispered, sending icy breath over Sarah's cheeks. He leaned forward, and ran a fingertip over her cheek. She pulled her head away and opened her eyes defiantly, staring at him.
"Foolish, foolish girl," Jareth mumbled, and reached around her to grab her hand. With a flash of unnaturally bright light, the two vanished, and the Wish Flame candle sputtered out, suffocated by an invisible hand...
~~~
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaand We're back. Awwwww, did I leave a cliffhanger? And some disappointed peoples cuz there was no kissing Straight off?
C'mon, did you think I was that easy? ^_^
A/N: Naturally, Chapter 2 written at the House O' Lizzi, at one in the morning, after the bottle (The Peachiness!) is empty and Good Music is playing. At the moment, Lizzi is behind me sniging Evanescence. Lexa is online with me, and I'm actually not dead tired. Most of this chapter is dialogue, which switches off from last chapter, and will again in Chapter 3. Enjoy it y'all!! Review if you must. Positive reviews will be praised, critisism will be noted, flames will be used to laugh my ass off at when I get home and check my mail....
Dedicated to: I dedicate this chapter to Lexa, for being random and awesome and having a good voice, god damn her, and having the good grace and caffeine to be on this late at night. Put the Spoon down...
"Holy Shit."
"How very lyrical." Jareth raked his gaze over her, and she backed up self consciously. And out of fear.
"I didn't call you."
"Oooooh, but you did," Jareth answered smoothly. rubbing his gloved hands together. "You lit the Wish Flame Candle."
"The What?!"
"And you used to be so glib, so verbally enhanced when you weren't complaining about unfairness." He paused and sighed dramatically. "The Wish Flame Candle. Black, tall and tapered. Has a tendeny to grant wishes in the MOST delightful way."
"Delightful for WHO!?" Sarah cried violently, lurching forward.
"Delightful for Whom, my darling Sarah," Jareth corrected softly, and took a step forward. "Now, my Queen, I believe you had wants you felt should be attended to?"
"Not. By You." Sarah stepped backwards again, gritting her teeth and pulling her sweater more tightly around her form.
"Beggars cannot be choosers, midear. Take my hand."
Sarah froze, and stared blankly at the long fingers extended towards her, eyes stuck somewhere between shock and mingling horror. "What..."
"Take my hand, and I'll grant your wish."
"Why should I believe you?"
"What reason have I ever given you not to?" He took another step forward, and Sarah moved around behind her countertop, shielding part of her from view.
"You took my brother away."
"You asked it of us."
"I didn't Mean it!"
Jareth grinned, calmly enough to be maniacal. "Ahhh, but how were we to know that? You spoke the words, and we were at your beck and call."
"You Stole my brother from his crib, and then refused to give him back--"
"You never said you wanted him back. We weren't there to babysit. We made a bargain." Jareth reached his arm out further. "Let's not be late."
"We didn't make a bargain," Sarah replied, ignoring the hand. "You took words that I said out of anger and twisted them."
"You were quite specific, if I recall."
"You're wrong." Sarah took a deep breath, not liking how high pitched her voice had suddenly become. *I escaped him once, I can certainly do it again. I'm in my own home, he has no advantage...*
"I am seldom wrong."
His voice brought Sarah back from her reverie, and she pulled back from the counter when she realized he had moved forward to face her. Wicked eyes took in deep brown ones. Chaos just beneath the surface of a brown eye, evil intentions swirling with unnatural ice blue in the other.
"You were wrong with me."
Jareh narrowed his eyes for a moment, mask of indifference slipping slightly. Then he opened his mouth. "Ahh, but was I really wrong? You called me back."
"I didn't call you back!"
"You didn't specify, and I happened to answer. Next time, set down some rules, foolish girl." He leaned across the counter, white hair shining and pale face glowing like a nightmarish memory, back to haunt her with merciless words.
"I'm getting impatient, Sarah."
"You were BORN impatient," Sarah snapped back, and immediatly took a step back, trying to look cruel as well.
Jareth quirked a small half smile, bordering on a smirk, and stepped cleanly around the counter and towards her in one fluid, graceful motion.
"You should have learned long ago not to tamper with me," he told her quietly, leaning forward slightly, covering her body with his shadow and being without actually touching her, and pinning her down with his stare. "Give me your hand."
"No," Sarah breathed, squeezing her eyes shut and moving her hands round her back to deny access.
"You know, I have other methods," Jareth whispered, sending icy breath over Sarah's cheeks. He leaned forward, and ran a fingertip over her cheek. She pulled her head away and opened her eyes defiantly, staring at him.
"Foolish, foolish girl," Jareth mumbled, and reached around her to grab her hand. With a flash of unnaturally bright light, the two vanished, and the Wish Flame candle sputtered out, suffocated by an invisible hand...
~~~
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaand We're back. Awwwww, did I leave a cliffhanger? And some disappointed peoples cuz there was no kissing Straight off?
C'mon, did you think I was that easy? ^_^