Gods, why is this happening? I ask myself as I bounce around in my personal bubble. Just who did I piss off to end up in this situation? Jareth. That's who. You just had to reject the undying love of a beautiful, obsessive, insane faery king, didn't you? This day so far has sucked. It was my birthday, too! I just turned 20, and my boyfriend of 2 years dumped me, my car broke down, and I lost the starring role in my college production of Beauty and the Beast. The last seems rather ironic, now.
And then this happens. How did it happen? Which intricate loophole in Fae law did Jareth find? Why is he still chasing me after 5 years? Most importantly, why did he have to catch me when I was wearing nothing but a sports bra and some old shorts? I am tired and beginning to suspect I'm in some state of shock.
My thoughts are interrupted when light bursts forth from the top part of my prison. I squint upwards, and a giant hand reaches down to grab my bubble. Terrified, I let out a squeak as I'm lifted out of the pocket and straight in front of a massive, blue eye.
"Sarah! So good of you to join us, here at my castle. While you are staying here, love, I would like to remind you that my subjects are off limits. I don't need any more traitors running around. They get quite tiresome, as I'm sure you can imagine. Or will imagine, at any rate."
With that, he throws me at an alarming speed towards a wall. With nothing to protect myself from my impending doom, I shut my eyes, curl into a ball, and await the inevitable collision. Of which there is none.
I open my eyes to find myself crouched on the floor, and everything back to its original size. At least, what I assume is its original size. Whatever the case, I appear to be in a dungeon. There is absolutely nothing in it other than me, some strange, sparkly grass, and Jareth leering down at me. At least he was only a foot taller, now, instead of several. I take a step away from him as he takes one closer to me, but I force myself not to cringe as he spoke.
"Welcome to your new home, love. I do hope you find everything to your satisfaction," he says. I open my mouth to give him a righteous piece of my mind, then remember his little spell as I cannot seem to form words. "Ah, ah," says the handsome devil as he shakes his finger in my direction. "Be careful what you say. I shall lift the spell, but you might find it to your detriment." With a pointed look of his in my direction, I begin on my rant.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Easy. I'm Jareth, Goblin King, enchanter, guardian of the innocent, and, according to you, ungenerous bastard."
"That was a rhetorical question! You had no right to take me like you did!"
"Actually, Sarah, you'll find that I have every right to take you in whatever manner I please, " he says with a smirk.
"You sick bastard!"
"Not at all. Not, at the very least, in comparison with what I'm going to do to you. You, my love, are going to take the starring role in my little revenge plot."
"Revenge? This is supposed to be revenge? Don't make me laugh! All you have is a little, empty room, a quieting spell, and your own words!"
"Really, love? Is that all I have? I suppose you will have to find out. But for now, what did you think was going to happen for my revenge? Think about it. Hoggle!"
The wrinkled dwarf appears in the room with a pop. "Yes, milord?"
"Give me the crystal."
"Yes, milord." I can only stare at my old friend as he pulls a black crystal ball from the inside of his shirt and handsit to Jareth.
"Leave. Now."
"Yes, milord," and, with that, Hoggle is gone. I turn on Jareth.
"What have you done to him?" I asked in low voice.
"Nothing but remind him who he really serves. It hurts, doesn't it, to find the ones you trust the most stabbing you in the back? Now, let me show you something spectacular." He holds up the black crystal to me so that I can peer inside. "Look, Sarah. Gaze into my magic ball, and you'll see your nightmares come to life. Remember what you thought my revenge was going to be."
I try my hardest to tear my eyes away from the swirling void, but something invisible is holding my head in place. The longer I look at it, the more I can see a vision in the ball. When I can finally make it out, it scares the living daylights out of me.
A/N: Bonjour! What's this? Another chapter in a single day? Have I gone mad? Well, my lovelies, it would be impossible for me to go mad as I am already quite past that point, so let's just say that I felt like being nice to everyone this time around. I do so appreciate all of the support that I am receiving with this, and would like to give a special shout out to Flying Dragonite, who really convinced me to pick this back up. I thank him/her profusely. Not only did F.D. help me get off my batootie, but so did the numerous reviews and pms sent my way. There has been absolutely nothing negative, and that delights me to no end. So, without further ado, I must bid thee aidieu. Thank you, everyone!
P.S.- I will be changing my username to The Flauting Pianist. Keep a look out for it!