I'm starting on this right away! I love the reviews I've gotten on the last chapter so far! I didn't think people would love my characters so much! The feedback on how much everyone loves them makes me so happy I could choke and die! Death is sweet! ^-^ Kidding of course. Death tastes not too good. Unless you add thyme...and sage...some garlic...
She said she would love him.
Why had she left then?
Kassydie had left him, had willed herself away from him right after she'd said she would love him! How could she do that to him? She'd abandoned him!
Jareth leaned against the wall on his terrace, his hand clutched over his heart. Even Sarah's rejection had not hurt him so deeply. His pride had been wounded, yes, and he had been very sad to loose such a strong a beautiful queen. But Kassydie hadn't even openly rejected him, just left him. So why did his heart seem to ache so? And why couldn't he even bring himself to feel angry with her for doing this to him? No, he couldn't be so weak. Not now. No, he had to check on her. What was her plan? She couldn't have rejected him. He couldn't believe that she would ever reject him. It hurt too much to think it.
A baby's cry pierced the silence of the sleeping castle.
Jamie.
Jamie!
Jareth sprung from the wall and ran to her room. He quickly grabbed the medicine and gently lifted her from the crib.
"I'm sorry, so sorry," He chanted as he poured the medication into the baby girl's mouth. "I'd nearly forgotten, I'm so sorry!" Jareth had never been so frantic and flustered ever before in his life.
Jamie drank the medicine and looked up at Jareth sleepily and trustingly, as if he hadn't just endangered her life by nearly forgetting to administer her medication. Jamie didn't see the evil and wrong in the world, not yet. She was so innocent in his arms. So untouched by lies and corruption. She was so completely pure.
Jareth laid the sleeping baby back in her crib. He stood over the sleeping babe and wondered what it would be like to be a father, to have an heir to raise. In his many years he had never helped to conceive a child. Sidhe women were hardly fertile, it was rare for them to get pregnant, so none of his past bed mates had ever been pregnant with his child. And the children he stole he could not keep. They turned into goblins, as is always the deal when taking a child from Aboveground. He wanted an heir as much as he wanted a Queen. And he wanted nothing more than for Kassydie to bear their child. Why had Kassydie left her dream? It wasn't fair! She made him love her so dearly and then tore herself from his arms!
Jareth chuckled bitterly at the familiar tone of the words. He sounded like Sarah.
He leaned over the crib and looked down at the stolen child, "Jamie," He whispered to the sleeping girl, "I loved your grandmother, I always will in a way. But I need Kassydie, I- Jamie you must help me. You must give me your sister." He felt foolish, asking a baby to give her sister to him, a sleeping baby at that. But, this sleeping child was the reason for everything Kassydie had done in this labyrinth, everything. Even the reason why she'd told him she would love him, and then left him alone in their dream world. Jamie was worth everything to Kassydie and while Jareth adored her as well he couldn't understand the woman's need to sacrifice everything for this child. But that was exactly what she was doing. Sarah had gotten caught up in the labyrinth, she had become selfish with the world she craved. It was why she'd so easily forgotten about Toby after she'd eaten the peach. She hadn't been thinking about him at all. But Kassydie had stayed completely lucid during the dream. Jareth suspected she'd known it was a dream the entire time, and had also known she could easily escape it. But, she hadn't stopped thinking about Jamie for a single moment.
Which made Jamie the key to Kassydie. The only way Jareth would be able to keep Kassydie would be to use Jamie as a bargaining item.
It was so hard to look at such an innocent baby and imagine using her as a tool to get what he wanted. Jareth had to leave the nursery. His nursery actually. His childhood toys were still set up around the room. Plush goblins and rocking kelpies. Moonstone blocks with runes on them, small wooden figures of kings and fairies and every other manner of creature. He had used all these toy creatures to give himself companions as a child. Lifeless friends, incapable of speaking to him, laughing with him, touching him. Until he'd started finding friends who would play with him. Jareth had had many names before he was the Goblin King. Peter Pan, The Piper, always a thief of children. And always the children left him, one way or another.
Jareth looked away from the silly things. Silly fragments of his past, of a very long time ago. Why should he think of loneliness when he had Kassydie? Soon, she would be his, forever.
And so Jareth left Jamie in his childhood room of bleak and gloomy isolation. He had a plan to set into motion.
Now, if only Kassydie could keep out of trouble until he was ready.
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"How is it this hot at night? Aren't hot places supposed to get really cold at night?" Kassydie wondered as she slipped, once again, out of her cape. "This place is backwards."
Sange and Esten shrugged simultaneously and then pretended not to notice. They still didn't like that they were so similar. It must come with being warring species for millennia. Kassydie petted Sharrick and looked at the pocket watch. She was looking at it every three minutes and the ticking away of her time to save Jamie only made her more anxious. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't help it.
"You're driving me mad with that." Sange grumbled, glaring at the insidious little watch. "Put it away or I'll have Sharrick melt it there in your hand."
Kassydie frowned and put it in her cloak with her grandmother's book. "You have no power over me, Sange." She informed him, "You're so bossy."
"If it keeps you alive."
Kassydie smiled at him, which he hadn't expected. They'd gotten into little arguments like this along the way and Kassydie usually held to her point. "You're so nice to me."
Esten snorted, "A kelpie, nice? Naw! Ya're weird, Kassydie."
"Don't worry, Esten, I love you too." Kassydie grinned at the fifty year old child.
Esten grinned back with innocent abandon. Fifty years, and he still had the mentality of a ten year old. Kassydie often caught herself wondering at how this magical place worked. She felt the need to figure it out, to apply whatever logic she had to fit it into making sense, whether that logic made sense to anyone but herself, was not her problem. She had nailed Esten's childishness to the fact that trees must age slower than humans, or mature slower. So, for Esten, five years counted as one. Not a hard concept. Then there was the mystery of Sange. Acting aloof and indifferent one moment then warm and caring the next. Which was his real side? Was either? She wanted desperately to figure out the kelpie. He was so kind, even saving her life for no apparent reason at all. And of course, the greatest riddle of the labyrinth, the King and creator of it. Jareth. She couldn't even begin to figure him out.
Kassydie yawned and rubbed a dawning headache from her temples. She looked around the courtyard of tall hedges that served as the next leg of their journey. Another split, Kassydie turned left, then left, then right. She thought it was amazing how she never really seemed to hit a dead end. Could it be that there were none? Was it all a continuous loop? Did all roads really lead to Rome? Kassydie didn't think it could be anything else. How else could she get through the maze so easily? Well, excluding all the beasties that wanted her blood spilled upon the stone pathways.
"Why do you help me, Sange?"
Sange cast her a conflicted sidelong glance and opened his mouth to say something profound.
He looked over his shoulder, "Brownies!"
Kassydie didn't have any time to wonder what he meant by chocolaty confections when the slight rustling, which she had acquitted to the breeze, erupted into a chorus of shaking leaves as little brownies and boggarts burst from their hiding places in the hedges.
Sange grabbed her hand, she grabbed Esten's, and they started running. Sharrick positioned herself on Sange's shoulders and let loose the cannon of volcanic fire that burned in her veins, scorching the sharp toothed legion of monsters.
Kassydie struggled to keep up with the two Underground denizens. She'd run more in the past nine hours than she had in her entire life as a book loving otaku. She was feeling less like Konata and more like Tohru every minute, her pace getting slower though she fought valiantly against it.
Suddenly she was in the air. Sange had scooped her into his arms and he and Esten actually ran faster than before. They'd been keeping pace with her and she had only endangered them with her sluggish speed. She panted to catch her breath from the run as Sange carried her away from the danger. Neither he nor Esten had even so much as broken a sweat. Did all fairy tale creatures have to be so absolutely perfect? She was aware that this wasn't exactly the time to bemoan the ugliness of the human form but she couldn't help but feel dull and pathetic next to sheer perfection.
Sange and Esten jumped in unison, dodging an attack from twenty of the brownies as they slipped into another passage in the labyrinth. Kassydie clung to Sange, scared she'd fall even though Sange's arms were strong. Kassydie peeked over his shoulder and saw that Sharrick's flames were hardly making a dent in the myriads of little beasts.
"We need to do something," Kassydie pointed out very obviously.
"I appreciate your grasp on the conspicuous nature of our predicament," Sange growled.
Kassydie pouted, "I can't help speaking while I think!"
"I can't believe you think as much as you speak," His tone carried none of the harshness of his words, just a light teasing tone laced with worry.
"Ai cahn't beeleve ya two ahr exchangin' banter as we run for our lives!" Esten exclaimed, looking back, only to turn forward again.
"I said I'm thinking!" Kassydie nearly snapped. How could they get out of this. "Don't you have some kind of plant connection, Esten?"
"Wai? Cuz Ai'm a tree? Pssh!" Esten rolled his eyes, "Yeah but not here. Not in th' king's labyrinth. He controls all of it."
"Oh." There went that idea. The army behind them seemed inexhaustible but Sharrick's flames were growing farther apart and notably weaker. The salamander wouldn't be able to keep this up for ever.
Kassydie wished with all her heart for something to divert the brownies and boggarts attention. Something to get them away.
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet fell away, and the army behind them did not follow.
Kassydie and her friends tumbled heel over head down the long shaft, getting scraped by rocks and roots and rubble. The tunnel was dark and it seemed they would fall forever. Sange and Esten jerked back a bit just as light hit them. Sange grabbed Kassydie's hand but a rock from above slammed onto the back of her knee and her hands flew down to try to assuage the pain as she continued to roll. Sange shouted something to her as he made another dive for her hand but it was too late.
Kassydie fell into the inky blackness of the labyrinth's most renowned feature.
Kassydie fell into Pandora's Pond.
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Kassydie woke with a start, the kind of start you wake with when you dreamed you've fallen. She looked around her white and blue room, filled with the light of another rainy Seattle day. She flopped back onto her warm pillows, her fingers fiddling idly with the small ribbons on her nightgown. She looked out at the rain that turned everything outside to a lighter, mistier color.
Her dreams were getting more elaborate. Her gaze fell on the little red book her grandmother had given her when she'd had to move to away. She missed her grandmother, all the way on the opposite coast. She'd never understood why her grandmother had had to leave Washington, but she did.
Kassydie read the book like Yako ate food. She read it almost more than she read the manga that spilled out of her many book shelves. She decided she'd spent enough time in bed and sat up.
She'd had the strangest dream. Her father had died and left her with some horrible woman, and, like the girl in the tale, Kassydie had wished away the baby that came from her father and that step mother.
And Jareth had come to her. Kassydie blushed at the thought. She'd crushed on the Goblin King from Grandma Sarah's more stories than she had on Lelouch, or L, or even Ikuto! She blushed and smiled at all the times her dream had shown her the sexy ruler of the fantasy world she desperately wanted to be real.
Kassydie shook her head and chastised herself for being so high school girly. She'd been through too much to act like that.
She dressed herself and went downstairs to see her father cooking blueberry pancakes in the kitchen. The smell was tantalizing and, while it wasn't quite how mom would always make them, it was still delicious.
"Good morning, dad," Kassydie greeted, stifling a yawn as she pulled milk from the fridge.
"Why do you say that?" Her dad's voice sounded solemn and low.
Kassydie was nervous but laughed it off, "I always say it!"
"You haven't said it in seven months." He informed her.
Seven months? "What are you talking about, Daddy-o?" Kassydie tried to keep her voice light. Why was she so on edge? So ill at ease?
Her father turned around, his face was marred by glass, his shirt was torn and bloodied from the asphalt, the seat belt had marked his skin with a rubbed burn where she could see it. Her father's neck hung at an unhealthy angle as blood poured from his head, his nose, his mouth, a few of his teeth were missing and a large shard of metal jutted from his throat.
Kassydie choked on a sob and dropped the milk to spill, milk she didn't really hold. Tears spilled from her eyes at the gruesome last image of her father that she'd had imprinted in her memory forever.
"Daddy!" She cried, just like she had then, only she'd been half choking on her own blood when she'd said it. Her hand flew up to a scar along the side of her head, one easily hidden by her long hair.
"You didn't look," He accused. "You kept going, you shouldn't have driven, I shouldn't have let you drive, Kassydie. You killed me."
Kassydie sank to her knees and shook her head, her hands wanted to press over her ears to block out his words but she knew they were true. She couldn't deny it. He had died, in an accident that would always be her fault. The only casualty in the three car pile up.
"I'm sorry," She sobbed, "So sorry, so sorry, forgive me, sorry!" She chanted like a mantra. But she didn't deserve forgiveness, would never deserve it.
"Kassydie," A feminine voice, light and soft and filled with illness, came from behind Kassydie. She looked up.
Her mother stood above her. Her luscious black hair dulled by her disease. Her bright gray eyes covered in cataracts. Her mother's eyes sunk into her head, a living skeleton. She curled her colorless lips into a gaunt smile as she looked down at Kassydie. Kassydie could see the frame work of bones in her mother's body.
"You never said goodbye." Her mother stated. "You were gone when I died. I was all alone. You cared more about getting your school work than you did about your dying mother."
Kassydie shook her head but didn't deny the legitimacy of what the phantom of her mother pledged. She hadn't been there when her mother had died, finally died, after wasting away for two years. Tears streaked down Kassydie's cheeks. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She cried.
Her mother's cold, bony fingers wrapped around her neck, tighter and tighter. Her father's fingers dug into the flesh of her stomach, eager to pull her open with just his hands and let her organs leak onto the floor as her mother constricted her airway. Kassydie gasped for breath, her hands clawing at whatever she could find, trying to release the pain. Her resistance became weaker and weaker as the oxygen supply she needed to focus was cut off. Kassydie thought she was going to black out from both the pain and the lack of oxygen.
Then, they were gone, but their haunting words hung in the air. Kassydie sank to the ground, gasping for air and holding her bruising stomach, but something far worse plagued her. She rocked herself as the ache that could never be healed tore itself open with a vengeance. Both of her parents, dead. Her carelessness the cause of their suffering in their last moments. Sobs rocked through her body, tears stung her eyes as she gasped for air between cries.
A clock tolled the hour in the dark house. Jamie's medicine!
Kassydie woke up and jumped out of the bed. It was three in the morning. Her alarm should have gone off at two!
Kassydie raced for the nursery, she didn't notice the drying salt on her face as she dove into Jamie's room.
Jamie was a still lump in her crib, still as death.
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Jareth took a pause in the preparations for his planning to win Kassydie's heart and decided to take a peek on her progress. The past hour had been uneventful for her, she'd gone into a very quiet part of the labyrinth.
He looked into his crystal in time to see Kassydie slide into a black lake. The water was more like ink than anything as it swallowed Kassydie. She disappeared beneath the surface of the pool of nightmares as soon as she hit it.
Kassydie was in Pandora's Pond. The pond that had replaced the infernal Bog of Eternal Stench, which hadn't been enough to make his last gate keeper obey him. Pandora's Pond was a lake of nightmares. It forced any who entered it to endure eternity in all the horrors of their mind. Playing them over and over as the victim suffered in the purgatory of the demons of their imagination.
And Kassydie was trapped in it.
Jareth shook his head in denial but what he saw had been truer than anything else in his whole world. He could not lose Kassydie to her nightmares. What did her mind create to torment her with? What did the evil liquid of the pond pull from the depths of her memory to torture her with? His fragile love, the pond would drive her insane with fear in moments and she would be trapped there for all of time. She'd had so many real nightmares and had endured them. But her heart and mind couldn't possibly bear the strength of the pond.
He had to help her. He had to get her out, he had to do something!
But he couldn't pull her out of the pond. They would both be trapped if he tried for the pond would take even its master.
But she was in his labyrinth.
And he could go to her dreams.
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Kassydie shook her head, her hands trembled as she approached the crib.
"Jamie," She whispered. It couldn't happen, not to Jamie. Her medicine wasn't too late. She could still be saved by it! Kassydie picked up the bottle and called the little girl's name again, "Jamie?"
Kassydie looked down into the crib and threw herself back with a cry of horror. She curled into herself and shook with sobs of fright, guilt, and anguish.
The image would torture her for as long as she lived. The picture would always be in her head, she'd never, never forget it.
Jamie's once green eyes had stared hauntingly up at Kassydie from beneath the milky cataracts of death. Her tiny fingers had curled and twisted into frozen pain, her mouth open in a scream. Her body was black save for bright white sores that covered her flesh, sores the size of ping pong balls. Her soft brown curls had matted to her skin with sweat from the pain and suffering she had endured before she died.
A strangled cry, barely audible, caused Kassydie's heart to freeze in terror.
Kassydie pulled her wits about her and scrambled to the crib. Jamie blinked once, her chest moved ever so slightly with a single breath. Jamie was alive, even as her skin rotted over her. All because Kassydie had forgotten to administer the medicine on time.
"Jamie!" Kassydie screamed and reached in to touch her.
Jamie's tongue moved slightly, there were white sores on it too. Suddenly, squirming white maggots with little shining black head burst from under the skin of her tongue, in her mouth. Jamie choked on them as they filled her tongue, they began oozing out of the sores as the burst into hatching. They writhed all over her flesh and Jamie writhed with them. No longer was she still as death as she thrashed in the crib. From her mouth spewed howls and screams so filled with pain that they sounded closer to a burning animal than a small child. The maggots poured out of her flesh, devouring her in the smallest of bites. Eating their host from the inside out. Maggots spilled out of the bars of the crib and onto Kassydie's dress and shoes.
Kassydie screamed, though it was inaudible over Jamie's.
Kassydie couldn't help her. It was all her fault that Jamie was dying from her horrible affliction and Kassydie wished for the comfort of the deepest pits of purgatory. Anything to get her away from the gruesome scene before her. Jamie, being eaten alive by the spawn of flies, dead even as she breathed, conscious as her skin burst into crawling larvae.
Kassydie's throat felt raw and her ears were ringing and she realized she was still screaming, forcing each breath of air she pulled in away from her body into a shrill shriek of stupefaction. She couldn't escape this. This was her hell. She had died and gotten what she deserved for all that she'd done.
Without warning Kassydie felt long, strong arms wrap around her trembling frame. Silence finally rang through out her hell and she realized she'd stopped screaming, that Jamie had too. Which must mean Jamie had died. Kassydie looked up to see who was naive and stupid enough to pity her. Who cared enough about such a monster to attempt to comfort her?
Green eyes peered down at her from beneath a brushing of blond bangs.
"Jareth," She gasped between sobs.
He nodded and pressed her close to him. "It's not real, Kassydie." He tried to reassure her. "None of what you're seeing is real. You have to wake up."
Kassydie shook as he held her, her fingers tangled into the complicated lace on his shirt. "I can't," She sobbed, "I can't wake up, this hell won't release me, I can't." Her voice tapered into a hoarse whisper.
Jareth shook his head, "Kassydie, you don't have a choice. You are going to wake up. You must get out of here."
She trembled at his words. She'd give anything to be out of this place, anything. The Goblin King. The real live Jareth, holding her. She felt guilty at the warm feeling that filled her. She breathed evenly, inhaling his intoxicating scent. It was the warm scent of autumn whispering against the heavy perfume of the sun. Kassydie wondered distantly if it was a Glamour. Jareth's arms tightened possessively around her, the sensation was thrilling, as if he'd claimed her just for his own and yet his touch was gentle, as if he were waiting for her to accept him. He ran his gloveless hands through her long, silky hair. Kassydie tilted her head up to him and Jareth leaned down to her.
Just as his lips barely brushed against her own, Kassydie woke up, wet and sore, on the sand, staring up at the shifting night sky of Underground.
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Jareth had been ripped from Kassydie's nightmare. She must have woken up. He looked out of his window, seething with frustration. Would he ever get to kiss her? He longed to feel her soft lips molding against his own, he wanted to let his hands roam over her soft curves, woven freshly into womanhood. Jareth wanted to feel every one of those curves pressed up against him. He wanted to fold her into his arms and never let go.
With a silent moan Jareth pushed away from the window and forced himself to stop thinking such thoughts. He wanted to own and dominate her but only when she wanted to be owned and dominated by him. What a thought! He wanted to be allowed to control Kassydie. He yearned for her own lips to say the command that would make her his. Jareth had never felt this way before. He was the Goblin King. Women tripped over themselves to offer their hearts and bodies to his whims, to his wants and desires. He did not fall head over heels to offer himself to a woman! Jareth looked up at his expensive decorations, tapestries and portraits and vases. Surrounded by such beauty and yet it paled in comparison to the deep blue eyes that spellbound him.
"Damn her," He cursed under his breath. She tortured him so! He plucked a crystal ball from the air and rolled it over his hands and arms, he let the motion soothe him. He let it roll still into his hand and looked into it. There was Kassydie, on the shore of Pandora's Pond, wet and unconscious and not dreaming. But she had escaped. How had she done it? None had ever been able to before. Was it because he himself had urged her to wake? Surely not. The Pond only swallowed beings, it didn't listen even to it's 'master'.
The Goblin King wondered what horrors she had seen. He noticed she had been in Jamie's room when he'd found her but details went unnoticed. Kassydie, trembling and vulnerable on the floor, was all he had seen. Pandora's Pond created scarring images and feelings better left buried. He knew because he'd made it to be so.
The kelpie knelt next to her on the sand and Jareth found a growl escaping his lips before he'd noticed the hot jealousy within himself. He watched as the kelpie tenderly lifted Kassydie into his lap, he softly brushed stray strands of wet hair away from her. His lips moved in soft, reassuring sounds as he tried to coax her into the land of waking.
Jareth watched as Kassydie woke with a start. Shock flew across her face before she buried herself into the kelpie's chest. She shook with sobs as he stroked her back and rocked her gently. The poisonous jealousy infected his veins. How dare the gatekeeper hold his Kassydie so intimately! The kelpie's love for her was sickeningly obvious on his face. Something would have to be done about this. Jareth's hands shook with building rage. He would take care of this. His treacherous gatekeeper would not get out of his control.
Kassydie seemed to calm down. The dryad with her gasped and pointed at her, noting markings on her neck. Kassydie gingerly lifted her fingers to probe the skin and winced at the pain it caused her. She made all three of her companions turn around as she lifted the skirt of her wet dress. Jareth watched as she revealed her perfect legs and the charming print of her strawberry panties, his amusement ended in a gasp when he saw the deep purple marks that bruised her soft, pale skin. It looked as if someone had dug their hands into her smooth stomach in an attempt to rip her apart. He watched as Kassydie tentatively brushed her hands over them. Her expression was a mixture of curiosity, sorrow, guilt, and terror. She let her skirts fall back to brush at her ankles as Jareth realized the bruises must have come from her nightmare in the pond.
The kelpie and the dryad were by her side again, giving her soft reassurances as the salamander nuzzled gently at her neck, licking her new bruises.
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Kassydie couldn't believe it even when she saw the bruises for herself, when she felt their sting. Her dream, this proved it had been real. She looked over at the pond, not hearing the gentle words of her friends as she looked into the writhing inkiness of the pond. The surface was smooth as glass and yet the pond seemed to be moving. She looked closer. The water seemed so odd. She looked down at her hands, at her dress, and began screaming anew.
How had she not noticed? Her dress was stained deep red and the color dripped from her hair, rolled down her skin. She tasted iron on her lips. Water? This wasn't water. It was blood!
"Kassydie, shhh," Sange pleaded, it was obvious he had noticed. It would explain his sheer panic when she'd first woken up. Apparently he'd thought nothing of the blood once he had been assured that it was not her own.
Kassydie shook her head. She whimpered, looking at the blood in the pond. It still looked like it was moving. She quieted to hiccupping sobs and was able to confirm why the pond looked to be in motion. Beneath the surface, so deep that it was hardly noticeable at all, things writhed and thrashed beneath the water, as if angry that their treasure had been ripped away from it's slimy clutches.
"Sange, it's blood!" She cried against him, "There's something in it! Something below!"
Esten peered at the water as Sange held Kassydie. He gasped and his eyes widened. "We'd ahll bettah go nao!" He said, pushing at them, "Thar's a thin in thar an Ai don't think et means anie good!"
Sharrick hissed at the water. The slimy vines burst from the surface and they all ran into the 'safety' of the appalling labyrinth. They ran away from the danger that is Pandora's Pond.
Kassydie led them deeper into the maze, the stone walls around them were unidentifiable from one turn to the next.
Just as the blood that clung to Kassydie began to get sticky, a clock began to toll.
I know I am the absolute worst for taking far too long with this! I feel awful! I also feel as if it wasn't quite horrifying enough but maybe I'm just immune to it. Please, please tell me what you thought! ^w^ I can't wait to hear all of your reviews and comments about it! I've got four more hours to write, and no idea what to fill them with! -OoO- Any suggestions will be taken with the highest regard and I'll try to put them into the story so that I can fluff up the chapters! I'll try really really hard to get the next chapter up as quick as I can! Please bear with your horrible author while school tries to kill her, one paper cut at a time!
Edit: I fixed my scene spacers! ((Scene Spacer=*^*%*^*)) I can't believe they haven't been working lately! It makes me so mad! I feel like a fanfic noob! It must have been unnecessarily hard to read! But it's all better now! Again, I'm so sorry I didn't notice!
