Thank you, again, to all of those who are still on board for my story. Me exams are finally over and so, another chapter is up! I am hoping to have "possession" finished very, very soon so stick around! As always advice, constructive criticism and reviews are very welcome! Hugs for you all and enjoy your easter.
Love,

xxHarleyxx

SARAH

"Ricki you've got to believe me! It wasn't my fault! That creep tricked me!"
"You were on him Sarah. It was pretty obvious who had been tricked. So…what did you tell him?" Ricki fluttered her eyes, mocking me.
"Oh Jareth I've just been SOOO lonely lately" She sighed dramatically "Do you mind if I just reach over and grab that book over there?…Woops. Silly me I tripped."
I narrowed my eyes.
"I would never throw myself at Jareth. He's a-"
"A what, Sarah? He's polite and charming and sweet and caring and chivalrous and…and good looking and rich! Sarah he's perfect! Why would you try and ruin this for me?!"
"You don't know him." I murmured, too quietly for her to hear. I shook my head leaning against the kitchen counter as Ricki stared at me furiously.
"You're supposed to be my friend!"
"I am! And I always will be. Ricki, you know how much you mean to me."
"Then why are you trying to steal my man?"
"I would never!"
"Save it, Sarah!"
Her eyes flashed dangerously as she picked up the nearest photo of the two of us together she raised her eyebrows snarled at it and threw it at the wall. The glass shattered and scattered across the floor as tears welled in her eyes.
"We might still be roommates but you are not my friend. Not anymore. You're just a backstabbing tramp."
Ricki stormed into the bedroom slamming the door behind her as I gaped at the spot she had been standing in. I took a deep breath trying to ignore my shock as I dug up a dust pan, cleaning the mess Ricki had left behind. I retrieved the photo and gently placed it on the bookshelf sadly looking at our happy, smiling faces. Ricki was a smart girl, why was she so willing to believe Jareth? I'd known her far too long to just accept it; she would never put a man above our friendship. Never! I chewed on my bottom lip as I headed for the kitchen pulling open the fridge and pouring myself a cold glass of water. I sculled it down in seconds and began to pace back and forth. A small, purple box caught my attention and I frowned. That hadn't been there before…

I pulled the box toward me opening the lid and practically growling out loud as I read the letter inside.

My dearest Ricki,
Here is something I cooked just for you. A woman such as yourself deserves to be pampered and spoilt.
- Jareth

I scrunched the note up throwing it over my shoulder as I picked up one of the many small cupcakes in the box. I sniffed it and my eyes widened. Peaches. The damn thing reeked of peaches! Anger welled up inside me, flowing from my feet to my fingertips. I let out a frustrated scream and began stuffing the box of cakes down the drain stabbing at them furiously with athe first fork I could get my hands on. I knew something had been wrong! Jareth had been meddling with Ricki's mind. The rat bastard had been drugging my best friend! Just as he had done to me. I'd never wanted to tell Ricki, or anyone, about my past with Jareth. The chances of her believing me were slim to none but things had gone too far! Jareth was definitely up to something. I'd beaten him once before…I could damn well do it again!

"Ricki!" I called out, trying to open the bedroom door. It was locked. "RICKI!"
"Get lost, Sarah!"
"I need to talk to you. Now!"
"No!"
"It's important!"
"I don't care!"
"Fine! We won't talk. Just let me in, it's my room to."
"Sleep on the couch!"
I groaned practically kicking at the door.
"RICKI!"
"Forget it Sarah! You can go and sleep in the street for all I care."
"I'm coming in whether you like it or not!" I turned on my heel retrieved my red, leather-bound copy of the labyrinth, which was hidden amongst piles of other books on the bookshelf, and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail. Without really considering what I was doing I stormed into the bathroom and pushed open the window shivering as the cold night air blew over my skin. I pushed the toilet seat down clambered on top and stuck my head out to stare at the hard, concrete street three stories below. I took a deep breath. I'd dangled above the bog of eternal stench…this was a piece of cake. I stepped out onto the ledge plastering myself to the wall as I very slowly edged my way across. The wind was a lot stronger then I'd thought and whipped at me painfully, threatening to push me over the edge. My teeth chattered and my heart raced but the window to our room was only meters away…

I took a few steps and paused. Then a few more. I took several deep breaths and kept going, my book held tightly in my hand. The feel of hard rock was replaced with glass and I turned my head slightly grinning as I stared into my room at Ricki. She was lying on her bed flicking through our old scrapbook with a cake in her hand. My heart stopped. A cake…
She raised it to her mouth, ready to take a bite. I instinctively threw my hands at the window trying to catch her attention.
"RICKI DON'T!"
She looked up her eyes widened and my foot slipped. Before I could regain balance I began to fall forward. My mind blanked and the book slipped from my hand as air rushed up around me….


JARETH

I leant against the tree trunk, one leg hanging off a branch as I watched my precious Sarah through the window and open bedroom door. She was standing by the kitchen, shaking her head as her little friend blamed her for everything. I let out a chuckle. The blonde was so easily mislead…and Sarah. My smile widened. She didn't realise just how much she needed me. It had been so much easier to make her give in then I had anticipated. Almost as if she had been dying for me to kiss her. The idea warmed my body making me feel better than I had in years.

A photo was thrown across the room and the blonde closed the door blocking Sarah from my sight. She was angry. Tears were streaming down her face. But she also seemed, confused. I snapped my fingers and a cake appeared on the girl's desk. She didn't question it or find it strange. The spell hadn't worn of completely…she was still under my power. She stared at the cake before grabbing it, pulling it toward her along with a large book. I frowned leaning closer to the window. What was she staring at? I thought I recognised a photograph of Sarah but I couldn't be sure. I stretched standing up on the branch and walking to the end of it with ease.
"RICKI DON'T!" Sarah's yell caught my attention and I whipped around in time to see her slipping from the outside of the building.
"No…" I whispered the colour draining from my face. I quickly disappeared; reappearing on the ground as Sarah fell screaming into my arms. The impact knocked me off my feet and I fell to my knees. I gently lay Sarah down brushing back her hair as her body trembled. Her eyes were closed and her skin was cold.
"Sarah?" I whispered running my hand down her arm. She didn't look injured in any way but my heart was still racing.
"Sarah, love? Are you alright?"
Her eyes fluttered and she looked up at me colour slowly making its way back into her cheeks. She looked positively terrified.
"Jareth? What- How…?" she stammered unintelligibly and I chuckled in relief. She was perfectly fine. A little shaken, but unhurt.
"What, may I ask, were you doing out on that ledge?" I raised an eyebrow and Sarah sat up placing a hand on her forehead.
"Everything's spinning…" she answered, staring at me strangely. I caught sight of a small red book laying near her hand and a smile crept over my face. I reached for the book before I stood, pulling Sarah up with me.
"Can you walk, love?"
Her eyes began to clear and she stepped away from me.
"Yes." She spat. Sarah took one step and stumbled. I quickly threw an arm under hers, keeping her upright.
"Allow me…" I offered scooping her into my arms and heading for the doors of the apartment building. Sarah shook her head and her eyebrows furrowed.
"What are you doing here!?" she barked struggling against me. I dug my fingers into her threateningly but otherwise kept moving.
"What were you doing on the ledge of a building?" I countered staring into her eyes.
"THAT is none of your business." She answered as I began up the second set of stairs. Her hand struck my cheek and I flinched the pain stinging for only a moment. I tutted digging my fingers deeper into her arm and leg.
"Now Now, love. You know how I feel about you hitting me…it is only acceptable in particular situations."
Her cheeks flushed, though with rage or passion I was unsure.
"YOU DRUGGED RICKI!"
I stopped outside her apartment door unsurprised that she had figured that much out.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…What are you going to do about it?" I drawled, licking my lips. Remnants of the peach I had eaten not so long ago still remained. I smirked. Perfect.

Sarah's mouth fell open in anger and I swooped in pressing my mouth to hers. My tongue ran over her soft lips, delving into her mouth before she could resist. Her body slowly went limp and her head fell to the side. I kissed her, lightly, one last time before knocking on the door. My poor sweet Sarah…still so susceptible to the powers of my peaches…knocked into an instant sleep with just a little kiss. I laughed as the door was opened and Ricki, tissues in hand, greeted me.
"Jareth!? What happened?!"
"It's ironic…only a few hours ago I was here delivering you safely to your home with Sarah asking me much the same thing."
Ricki scanned Sarah's body a worried expression on her face.
"She was outside! On the ledge! And she fell…I didn't realise…is she alright? She's not…she hasn't…" Ricki took great heaving breathes fresh tears staining her cheeks as she leant against the doorway.
"She's fine, my dear. If you would permit me inside I will explain everything…"
Ricki nodded faintly and stepped aside allowing me to rest Sarah on the couch. I sat beside her pulling the red book forward and laying it on the table in front of me, my story clear in my mind. Ricki stared at it as her shoulders heaved.
"What –What's that?"
"That, my dear, is the reason for Sarah's accident…"