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The Unknown Gypsy

Chapter 10

First Kiss and a Kidnapping

"Madeline!"

Marc watched as an eerie fog rolled across the grassed field towards the edge of the camp. The swirling clouds caused alarmed, but the tremor in his voice was from the sight of the man walking out of the forest. His blond hair lifting slightly with the wind, his silk robes rustling around his pale body. His eyes seem to pierce gypsy's very soul.

"A sorcerer?" Madeline asked as she came to his side seeing the man.

Marc shook his head, "I'm sure this man is something more then a bag of tricks."

"Right you are, Lord Marc." The man's voice was cold, yet smooth. "I hold no tricks in my bag. I hold helping hand." He stopped short of entering the fire light from the torch Marc was holding. The darkness casting shadows across his face. "I wish to set the fate of a girl.

"Who?"

"Sarah Williams."

"Oh, great another man that's after her." Marc mentally groaned.

"Who are you?" Madeline asked.

The man stepped forward into the light. The golden silk of his robe shimmered in the firelight, his skin glowing as if a light was trying to break through. "I am the third Fate known as Cedric, the caring and I'm to warn Sarah."

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Sarah felt so warm. An arm wrapped around her waist holding her against a hard chest. Everything felt right in her half-awake, half-asleep state. She wiggled closer and heard who ever was holding her groan.

"I'd stop that if I were you, Sarah."

She came fully awake and stiffened. She slowly turned to come face to face with no other then Jareth. She blushed and lowered her eyes, "I guess I fell asleep."

He smiled, "Didn't mind in the least, sweetheart. After what you been through I understand that you would need it." He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Besides, I enjoyed a little nap myself. I do have to say that sleeping next to you was the best rest I have had in decades."

Sarah blushed. He cupped her chin and lifted her face to his.

"Sarah." His lips were a breath away. She didn't pull back; she wanted to feel his lips on hers. She wanted to know if they felt the same as in her dreams. She wanted to live it for once.

"Sarah! Sire!" A man's voice sounded.

Jareth groaned against her lips and pressed his forehead to her, "Are the fates against us?" He whispered, more to himself then to her.

"Sire? Oh…I'm terribly sorry." the man's voice was behind him and faded as if he was turning away.

Jareth never took his eyes away from Sarah's, "What do you need, Horace?"

"There seems to be a problem in the north. A goblin was murdered I believe was the message."

"Jareth, you need to go." She sounded breathless as she whispered to him.

"Sire?"

"What is it, now?"

"Madam Madeline and Lord Marc requested I escort Lady Sarah.

"That won't be necessary. I will be escorting her back to camp."

"Yes, Sire." They listened as the man left.

Jareth closed his eyes, "Too bad I can't grant my own wishes."

They smiled at each other before pulling apart and started gathering everything up, small smiles gracing the others face.

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Madeline gave a sad smiled as she watched Jareth and Sarah ride back into camp. He dismounted and then lifted her to the ground. They stood there smiling and whispering to each other, their foreheads touching; two people in love. She hated to see them pulled away from each other, but if the Fates were going to turn their life and love into a game, there was only one place she would be safe. Jareth won't like it, but it's for the best.

She watched the two kiss before Jareth let Sarah go. He waited until she entered the fire light before he mounted and rode off. Madeline waited until Sarah sat down next to her, a small dazed smile gracing her lips.

"Sarah?"

The girl looked up.

"Marc and I need to talk to talk you."

Madeline looked at the old man as he walked over from his wagon with someone another man following him.

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Carlos frowned at the woman ridding across from him. She was a beautiful woman with dark hair, pale skin, and an hourglass shape body. Surprising him the most were her eyes. They were such a deep green that he reminded of the rolling hills in Ireland. He had to say it was a surprise to his son act so loving with her when they had returned.

He was hard on his son only because he wanted him to be great. He was afraid that Jareth would never find someone to love. To his shock, he gets summons by Madam Madeline to find out he had found someone eight years ago. He had wanted to hunt the boy down and strangle him when he found out how he blew it too, only because his he knew his wife was going to take it out him.

Carlos loved his wife, don't get him wrong, but she can be a trail when it came to her son's happiness. She would be enraged once she found out what the Fates were doing. He just hoped a new war wouldn't get started when she chewed them up and spit them back. He shook his head and smiled at the thought of his little wife.

He focused on her again. She had been confused when the two gypsies tried explained to what was going. The only part that sunk in was that she had to leave the only family she had in the underground as well as the man of her heart. She had cried most of the way. Now, her puffy eyes closed as she had fallen asleep some time ago.

He believed she understood the Fates had pulled her into a game, but the pain of losing Jareth again. He understood they had just found each other and his son had been trying to fix his past mistake. He leaned his head back knowing he needed to get some rest, if he knew his son he would be right behind them. The last thought was the Fates picked the wrong Family to mess with.