Here is the second chapter. I actually decided I'll get about 10 chapters today, since I have nothing better to do with my time, and then we'll start on the whole do a chapter a day thing. I hope everyone enjoys.

All characters (Sarah and Jareth at the moment) belong to Jim Henson


Chapter Two

Sarah sat in class, trying to focus on what the teacher was saying but her mind was wandering again. It didn't help that she was bordering on two hours of sleep and had about three tests the next day. Her dreams were keeping her up all night long and were slowly causing her to be an insomniac. She could only remember a pair of mismatched eyes and soft white feathers but nothing more. And she always woke up with tears on her face. She never cried, so why did she nine out of ten times wake up with blood shot eyes and drying tears on her cheeks?

"Ms. Williams? Ms. Williams?"

She couldn't get her mind off of those mismatched eyes. She couldn't get her mind off of those feathers. She knew who they belonged too and for a moment she remembered his smile. It had been so long since last she saw of him. Jareth she thought softly and for the briefest of moments, she thought she could hear him say, "I'm here, Sarah, if you let me. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave!" Just love him? When was the last time she tried loving someone? How could she? How could she...

"MS. WILLIAMS!"

Sarah came awake with a start, staring up at her History Teacher with blurry eyes. Then she looked down. This was the second time that she had fallen asleep in Mrs. Armisted's class. What could she do?

"Yes, Mrs. Armisted?" Sarah whispered softly, trying to clear her throat. I hope I wasn't snoring she thought softly to herself, looking back up at her now angry teacher. Mrs. Armisted was an elderly woman who had no problems hitting you with a ruler if she had to. She was a very strict teacher with short white hair and almost as white eyes. She wasn't blind at all, but her eyes looked white in the light.

And there was no mistaking the fury in those white eyes.

"Ms. Williams, were you asleep again? How many times have I told you not to sleep in my class? If you need sleep, next time skip it!" Her voice was shrill and nazally and Sarah had to use all of her will power not to laugh. She reminded Sarah of a mouse at times.

"Yes, Mrs. Armisted. Next time I'll do that."

"Well, you'd better." She began to walk away and then turned back to Sarah, "On second thought, do it now. Go to your dorm and sleep for the next, oh I don't know, how many hours. Just go."

Sarah was struck speechless. All she could do was gather her things, trying not to notice the snickering students all around her, and slowly walk out of class, her cheeks burning bright with her blush. She slowly made her way to her dorm and unlocked it. Luckilly, she didn't have a roommate so she had the dorm to herself. Her room was lined with stuffed animals and theatre things. It was a habit that she couldn't get out of. Drama was her life. She dropped her things by the door and went over to her vanity that she had had since she was 15. She looked at herself and sighed: she looked horrible. Her hair was in disaray and she could see the dark circles under her eyes. "What are we going to do with you, Sarah?" She whispered to herself, sighing as she stood up and went to her bed. She fell onto it and burried her head into her pillows.

And then she stopped. Her pillows smelled exactly like him, almost as if he had slept here right next to her. She shook her head; it was probably her imagination. She layed there for who knows how long and slowly but surely began to fall asleep, immediately being plummeted into a pair of mismatched eyes that seemed to be waiting for her.


Jareth felt her mind drift to sleep and immediately he called her to him. He had to see her again. He knew that she didn't remember much about her dreams but nevertheless he just wanted to see her, hear her. He had to.

Almost as if wanting her there was enough to bring her, she appeared. Her hair was long and flowing like he remembered it was. She hadn't changed much. She still wore that white shirt and jeans and had that wild look to her eyes.

"Hello, Sarah."

"Hello, Goblin King."


I just love cliff-hangers. Off to the next chapter! Please review!