Jareth: Sheeeeeeeeeeee's he^re!
CS: **comes runniong in with a harpy and chops up her Social Studies textbook** DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!
Jareth: **clears throat**
CS: **notices readers for the first time and blushes** Oh, um hi. I'm BACK! RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN! Actually I would prefer if you read the story and reviewed at the end like good little boys and girls. Now, if you'll excuse me. **starts to rip pages out of the SS text book laughing insanely**
AN: fixed for the benifit of the public ~ means change in POV
Disclaimer: NO GOD DAMNIT GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL!
Chapter Fourteen: Truths, Plans, and Battles
Previously on "In the Dark of the Night"
Gavinn sighed and shook his head. He really wished things were easier between them. He did love her after all, couldn't she just love him back? Slipping her carefully between the sheets, he kissed her forehead, taking away the nightmares.
"Sleep well, my love." And he left.
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Down in the dungeons thoughts of escape were brewing, but the guards were more intelligent than he had assumed…
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"Do you think he'll be all right?" Sarah asked her friends as she sipped her lukewarm tea.
"Aye, Jareth has a strong soul, although I must admit I've never seen him quite this bad," Tawny countered in her thick Irish accent, pausing in her weaving for a moment.
"I aint never seen him like this either," Hoggle agreed.
Sarah sipped her tea as another wave of concern washed over her. After the vampires had disappeared, Jareth had kindly asked her to leave him alone. She could tell he was itching to destroy something and he didn't want to take out his frustration on her. She had left quietly and had wandered through the Goblin City. That is until she bumped into Hoggle.
And now she was here, in Hoggle and Tawny's kitchen, sipping her tea while frown lines formed on her forehead.
"Sarah, go ta him. He needs ya." Hoggle patted her hand reassuringly.
"But he said-"
"Jareth's a stubborn lad, he is. He does need ya. Go t'him." Tawny urged.
Sarah gave in and stood to leave.
"Oh, Sarah?" She turned to Tawny. She extended a bottle to Sarah. "It's a potion, ya hear. It'll help you wit those cravins. Satisfy you for 13 days. Now be on your way lassy, he needs ya."
"Bye Sarah," Hoggle waved.
After hugging both of them and wishing them well, Sarah headed towards the castle. She took the cap off the bottle and drank down the potion in one gulp. After drinking it, she threw the bottle into a nearby trash can and started up the steps to the castle.
Jareth stared out a large window. His eyes really weren't seeing anything though; his rage was blinding him. He was bleeding inside, harsh rivers of pain, but on the outside he gave off the appearance of a very pissed off Goblin King.
His sister had gone through so much pain in her life, and Destiny seemed so damned determined to keep feeding it to her. Celeste was the first born and she should have the automatic right to claim their father's kingdom after his rein. The Court was still fighting over it.
His father had gone through desperate measures to make sure Celeste would never hold the kingdom. He thought that females were the weaker, fairer sex- not strong enough to rule the kingdom of kingdoms. He refused to let his own flesh and blood to be taught… if Titania hadn't given her lessons by night…
But there was one thing Oberon could not deny his daughter, a sword. He felt his daughter was weak and yet he watched with pride as she easily matched his best warriors in battle. She was a natural with a blade in her hand and soon she was beyond her own father in sword fighting. It would be something Oberon should have feared…
… that is if Celeste weren't so kind. Hence, comes the realization all the Underground has come to find. Celeste has the power to destroy the world and twist it into something ugly. And she has the power to change it for the better, to make it the beautiful world constructed of dreams. She could be good; but then again, she could be evil. But she was neither and both. He was the first balanced being in the history of the Underground… she had power of good and evil. But because of her morals, she buries the power within herself… never releasing it- afraid of what it might do…
… and now… now she could die because of it.
DAMNIT!
He angrily threw a crystal at a random wall, not really seeing it. He was surprised when he heard no crash.
"You really should be more careful with your crystals, Jareth… you never know who might get their hands on one."
The voice broke his reverie. The fog he had been wondering through seemed to be cut easily by that one familiar
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Cold voice. Celeste turned again, a confused expression burned onto her features. She turned around again and again yet could find nothing. Yet, she could feel that presence, so warm and enticing right by her.
"Hello?" she called yet again. "Can anyone hear me? Hello!"
She was trapped in her mind and she could find a way out. Her only thoughts were that Sarah and Jareth
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Would be all right. She knew that she had scared him, startling him out of his trance like that.
"Sorry, I had to stop you before you wore a hole through your beautiful floor from your feverish pacing," Sarah explained.
"Sarah," Jareth held back his frustration for her benefit, barely. "I thought I asked you to leave me be, please respect my wishes."
Sarah merely shook her head and held her ground, "No, just this once, Jareth, I cannot do that. I'm not going to leave you here to rot in solitude and make a huge mistake that you are going to regret."
"Sarah," his irritation started to show through. "You have no idea what I am going through so I suggest-"
"No idea? No Idea?!?" Sarah erupted, spewing flames straight at Jareth. "If you think that I have no idea you certainly aren't paying attention to my life. You think I never had to save a sibling from some unseen obstacles? Wake up and smell the bog slime Jareth- been there, done that. Look behind you into that huge window of yours. I solved that all to save my baby brother. I faced decisions that would change my future and my life. Did I ask for help? Yes, because sometimes, no matter how strong or stubborn the person is, they need it. Did I throw away valuable parts of my life? Yes, because that's what is necessary to achieve something as important as saving a life. If I had to give up my dreams then you must abandon your pride or by the spirits above us Celeste will be married to Gavinn by the time the sun goes down tomorrow!" Sarah was gasping for breath by the time she finished her speech.
As for Jareth, he was struck at how smart and insightful Sarah was. She could see straight through him, read him like an open book. Every fact struck home and rung true. He had to ask for help and yet his pride still whined in protest.
Sarah could see the doubt still clouded in his eyes, "Jareth," she spoke softly this time. She approached him and embraced him tightly whispering quietly yet intensely into his ear, "Jareth, my love. It's time, it's time for you to abandon your pride- just this once." She could still feel the doubt in his tense form. Sighing, she slowly withdrew and started for the door. She put her hand on the knob before turning to look at Jareth who still stood in the same position. "I won't hesitate to help you Jareth, but you need to ask me first." She turned the knob and prepared to leave when she heard it. Quietly it echoed up to her ear. She paused but did not turn. He repeated it again, louder.
"Wait, I need you…" He called.
She turned to him and asked, "Need me for what?"
"I need your help," he admitted quietly.
Sarah smiled; she knew how hard it was for Jareth to admit that. "And here I am, to help you Jareth." She reestablished her embrace on him. This time he returned it.
He was so tired, he led them over to a couch and sat, still locked in an embrace. But soon, he drifted off.
Sarah noticed his change in breathing and continued to caress his hair. "Ah, Jareth…"
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"Jareth, Jareth, Jareth… you'll never win her back. She's mine." Gavinn laughed as he threw away the orb he had been watching them in.
Sarah was still with him, but he figured he would wait until Celeste was under his control before he tried to break his promise. After all, Sarah was his rightful minion. He toyed with a pendent around his neck. This was no ordinary pendant; it held Celeste's stolen strength. He wanted to keep it close for safekeeping.
A chime went off catching his attention. Five o'clock. He should awake his sleeping beauty in an hour so she could prepare for dinner. He checked on her, she was still fast asleep…
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…His breathing still in even patterns. At least he was asleep until he popped awake still in Sarah's arms. It startled her when he turned to her with a smile stating.
"I've found a loop whole."
Sarah smiled and listened while he explained his plans.
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**Celeste**
She turned, this voice she knew.
"Jareth?" she called turning. And that's when she saw him, standing in the fog looking at her with a smile. "Jareth!" she ran to her brother and embraced him. "How did you get here? Does Gavinn know? Are you all right?"
"Magic, no, and yes, I'm fine. And I have an idea on how to escape." He smiled slyly at her and wagged his eyebrows.
"I'm listening…" Celeste returned his sly smile and listened as he explained his plans.
Finally, a chiming caught her off guard and she started to be pulled from the dream. She waved at her brother and said, "See ya soon…"
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Celeste woke up. She heard Gavinn's footsteps coming closer, the smooth rhythmic beat of boots against marble. She prepared a crystal, one consisting of all of her anger and depression, and waited. She heard him approach the door.
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He stood outside a moment. Wondering truly, how he should approach this… He finally took a deep breath and turned the knob opening the door. Immediately a crystal, one after the other after the other, attacked him. Her emotions coursed through him, warping his own and left him with no mercy or resolve, he had to stop this or he would be lost in a whirlpool of emotions.
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She was merciless; hurling another crystal with her left hand while creating a new one with her right and repeated the process. But suddenly he leaped at her and landed full on the chest, sending them toppling to the ground, him on top. One of his hands gripped both of her wrists and held them above her head. She fought with her negative strength to be on top, but it was no use, his spell had warped her strength to nothing.
"Ah Celeste, my brave Celeste. You never give up do you?" He caressed her hair. "I always loved that fiery spark in you, I love it when you're angry. The way your cheeks flush, your skin glows and heats up, the way your eyes burst into flames…"
Celeste felt a tear of frustration slip down her cheek. And, to her ultimate disgust, Gavinn's tongue slipped out to sliver up the trail it created down her cheek before returning to his mouth.
"You know, I've always wondered, since your eyes glow red in the heat of anger, if they would do the same in the heat of passion." He ground his hips suggestively into hers.
She felt his desire pressing against her most intimate parts. While her mind protested, her body responded. But she ruled out her body's aching by spitting in his face. "Eat shit."
"Now, now that isn't very nice." He wiped the spittle from his face.
"Neither is this," she replied as she used her magic to drop a statue on his head.
He grimaced in pain before tightening his hold on Celeste's wrists. "I really didn't want to do this Celeste. But you give me no choice but to remove your powers until our wedding night."
A huge dark ball started to form in his free hand. And as if in response, a ball started to form in-between her breasts only this one a shinning silver.
Celeste felt her powers leaving her and her body slumped. But what she was waiting for, the point of this whole charade followed. Gavinn's body also slumped from the huge amount of power needed to create the spell, giving Jareth a perfect opportunity…
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… to break the transportation spell that Gavinn had cast. He took Sarah's hand and created a crystal in his right hand.
"Here we come, Celeste," he whispered quietly to himself.
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And down in the dungeons, a sinister smile came to Gabriel's face as he licked the blood off his lips. He started to climb the steps leading to Gavinn's bedroom.
"Here I come, Celeste," he snickered
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Please, Please, Please review! Okay it's ten o'clock must sleep so I can pass tests.
CS: **comes runniong in with a harpy and chops up her Social Studies textbook** DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!
Jareth: **clears throat**
CS: **notices readers for the first time and blushes** Oh, um hi. I'm BACK! RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN! Actually I would prefer if you read the story and reviewed at the end like good little boys and girls. Now, if you'll excuse me. **starts to rip pages out of the SS text book laughing insanely**
AN: fixed for the benifit of the public ~ means change in POV
Disclaimer: NO GOD DAMNIT GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL!
Chapter Fourteen: Truths, Plans, and Battles
Previously on "In the Dark of the Night"
Gavinn sighed and shook his head. He really wished things were easier between them. He did love her after all, couldn't she just love him back? Slipping her carefully between the sheets, he kissed her forehead, taking away the nightmares.
"Sleep well, my love." And he left.
~*~
Down in the dungeons thoughts of escape were brewing, but the guards were more intelligent than he had assumed…
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"Do you think he'll be all right?" Sarah asked her friends as she sipped her lukewarm tea.
"Aye, Jareth has a strong soul, although I must admit I've never seen him quite this bad," Tawny countered in her thick Irish accent, pausing in her weaving for a moment.
"I aint never seen him like this either," Hoggle agreed.
Sarah sipped her tea as another wave of concern washed over her. After the vampires had disappeared, Jareth had kindly asked her to leave him alone. She could tell he was itching to destroy something and he didn't want to take out his frustration on her. She had left quietly and had wandered through the Goblin City. That is until she bumped into Hoggle.
And now she was here, in Hoggle and Tawny's kitchen, sipping her tea while frown lines formed on her forehead.
"Sarah, go ta him. He needs ya." Hoggle patted her hand reassuringly.
"But he said-"
"Jareth's a stubborn lad, he is. He does need ya. Go t'him." Tawny urged.
Sarah gave in and stood to leave.
"Oh, Sarah?" She turned to Tawny. She extended a bottle to Sarah. "It's a potion, ya hear. It'll help you wit those cravins. Satisfy you for 13 days. Now be on your way lassy, he needs ya."
"Bye Sarah," Hoggle waved.
After hugging both of them and wishing them well, Sarah headed towards the castle. She took the cap off the bottle and drank down the potion in one gulp. After drinking it, she threw the bottle into a nearby trash can and started up the steps to the castle.
Jareth stared out a large window. His eyes really weren't seeing anything though; his rage was blinding him. He was bleeding inside, harsh rivers of pain, but on the outside he gave off the appearance of a very pissed off Goblin King.
His sister had gone through so much pain in her life, and Destiny seemed so damned determined to keep feeding it to her. Celeste was the first born and she should have the automatic right to claim their father's kingdom after his rein. The Court was still fighting over it.
His father had gone through desperate measures to make sure Celeste would never hold the kingdom. He thought that females were the weaker, fairer sex- not strong enough to rule the kingdom of kingdoms. He refused to let his own flesh and blood to be taught… if Titania hadn't given her lessons by night…
But there was one thing Oberon could not deny his daughter, a sword. He felt his daughter was weak and yet he watched with pride as she easily matched his best warriors in battle. She was a natural with a blade in her hand and soon she was beyond her own father in sword fighting. It would be something Oberon should have feared…
… that is if Celeste weren't so kind. Hence, comes the realization all the Underground has come to find. Celeste has the power to destroy the world and twist it into something ugly. And she has the power to change it for the better, to make it the beautiful world constructed of dreams. She could be good; but then again, she could be evil. But she was neither and both. He was the first balanced being in the history of the Underground… she had power of good and evil. But because of her morals, she buries the power within herself… never releasing it- afraid of what it might do…
… and now… now she could die because of it.
DAMNIT!
He angrily threw a crystal at a random wall, not really seeing it. He was surprised when he heard no crash.
"You really should be more careful with your crystals, Jareth… you never know who might get their hands on one."
The voice broke his reverie. The fog he had been wondering through seemed to be cut easily by that one familiar
~
Cold voice. Celeste turned again, a confused expression burned onto her features. She turned around again and again yet could find nothing. Yet, she could feel that presence, so warm and enticing right by her.
"Hello?" she called yet again. "Can anyone hear me? Hello!"
She was trapped in her mind and she could find a way out. Her only thoughts were that Sarah and Jareth
~
Would be all right. She knew that she had scared him, startling him out of his trance like that.
"Sorry, I had to stop you before you wore a hole through your beautiful floor from your feverish pacing," Sarah explained.
"Sarah," Jareth held back his frustration for her benefit, barely. "I thought I asked you to leave me be, please respect my wishes."
Sarah merely shook her head and held her ground, "No, just this once, Jareth, I cannot do that. I'm not going to leave you here to rot in solitude and make a huge mistake that you are going to regret."
"Sarah," his irritation started to show through. "You have no idea what I am going through so I suggest-"
"No idea? No Idea?!?" Sarah erupted, spewing flames straight at Jareth. "If you think that I have no idea you certainly aren't paying attention to my life. You think I never had to save a sibling from some unseen obstacles? Wake up and smell the bog slime Jareth- been there, done that. Look behind you into that huge window of yours. I solved that all to save my baby brother. I faced decisions that would change my future and my life. Did I ask for help? Yes, because sometimes, no matter how strong or stubborn the person is, they need it. Did I throw away valuable parts of my life? Yes, because that's what is necessary to achieve something as important as saving a life. If I had to give up my dreams then you must abandon your pride or by the spirits above us Celeste will be married to Gavinn by the time the sun goes down tomorrow!" Sarah was gasping for breath by the time she finished her speech.
As for Jareth, he was struck at how smart and insightful Sarah was. She could see straight through him, read him like an open book. Every fact struck home and rung true. He had to ask for help and yet his pride still whined in protest.
Sarah could see the doubt still clouded in his eyes, "Jareth," she spoke softly this time. She approached him and embraced him tightly whispering quietly yet intensely into his ear, "Jareth, my love. It's time, it's time for you to abandon your pride- just this once." She could still feel the doubt in his tense form. Sighing, she slowly withdrew and started for the door. She put her hand on the knob before turning to look at Jareth who still stood in the same position. "I won't hesitate to help you Jareth, but you need to ask me first." She turned the knob and prepared to leave when she heard it. Quietly it echoed up to her ear. She paused but did not turn. He repeated it again, louder.
"Wait, I need you…" He called.
She turned to him and asked, "Need me for what?"
"I need your help," he admitted quietly.
Sarah smiled; she knew how hard it was for Jareth to admit that. "And here I am, to help you Jareth." She reestablished her embrace on him. This time he returned it.
He was so tired, he led them over to a couch and sat, still locked in an embrace. But soon, he drifted off.
Sarah noticed his change in breathing and continued to caress his hair. "Ah, Jareth…"
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"Jareth, Jareth, Jareth… you'll never win her back. She's mine." Gavinn laughed as he threw away the orb he had been watching them in.
Sarah was still with him, but he figured he would wait until Celeste was under his control before he tried to break his promise. After all, Sarah was his rightful minion. He toyed with a pendent around his neck. This was no ordinary pendant; it held Celeste's stolen strength. He wanted to keep it close for safekeeping.
A chime went off catching his attention. Five o'clock. He should awake his sleeping beauty in an hour so she could prepare for dinner. He checked on her, she was still fast asleep…
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…His breathing still in even patterns. At least he was asleep until he popped awake still in Sarah's arms. It startled her when he turned to her with a smile stating.
"I've found a loop whole."
Sarah smiled and listened while he explained his plans.
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**Celeste**
She turned, this voice she knew.
"Jareth?" she called turning. And that's when she saw him, standing in the fog looking at her with a smile. "Jareth!" she ran to her brother and embraced him. "How did you get here? Does Gavinn know? Are you all right?"
"Magic, no, and yes, I'm fine. And I have an idea on how to escape." He smiled slyly at her and wagged his eyebrows.
"I'm listening…" Celeste returned his sly smile and listened as he explained his plans.
Finally, a chiming caught her off guard and she started to be pulled from the dream. She waved at her brother and said, "See ya soon…"
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Celeste woke up. She heard Gavinn's footsteps coming closer, the smooth rhythmic beat of boots against marble. She prepared a crystal, one consisting of all of her anger and depression, and waited. She heard him approach the door.
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He stood outside a moment. Wondering truly, how he should approach this… He finally took a deep breath and turned the knob opening the door. Immediately a crystal, one after the other after the other, attacked him. Her emotions coursed through him, warping his own and left him with no mercy or resolve, he had to stop this or he would be lost in a whirlpool of emotions.
~
She was merciless; hurling another crystal with her left hand while creating a new one with her right and repeated the process. But suddenly he leaped at her and landed full on the chest, sending them toppling to the ground, him on top. One of his hands gripped both of her wrists and held them above her head. She fought with her negative strength to be on top, but it was no use, his spell had warped her strength to nothing.
"Ah Celeste, my brave Celeste. You never give up do you?" He caressed her hair. "I always loved that fiery spark in you, I love it when you're angry. The way your cheeks flush, your skin glows and heats up, the way your eyes burst into flames…"
Celeste felt a tear of frustration slip down her cheek. And, to her ultimate disgust, Gavinn's tongue slipped out to sliver up the trail it created down her cheek before returning to his mouth.
"You know, I've always wondered, since your eyes glow red in the heat of anger, if they would do the same in the heat of passion." He ground his hips suggestively into hers.
She felt his desire pressing against her most intimate parts. While her mind protested, her body responded. But she ruled out her body's aching by spitting in his face. "Eat shit."
"Now, now that isn't very nice." He wiped the spittle from his face.
"Neither is this," she replied as she used her magic to drop a statue on his head.
He grimaced in pain before tightening his hold on Celeste's wrists. "I really didn't want to do this Celeste. But you give me no choice but to remove your powers until our wedding night."
A huge dark ball started to form in his free hand. And as if in response, a ball started to form in-between her breasts only this one a shinning silver.
Celeste felt her powers leaving her and her body slumped. But what she was waiting for, the point of this whole charade followed. Gavinn's body also slumped from the huge amount of power needed to create the spell, giving Jareth a perfect opportunity…
~
… to break the transportation spell that Gavinn had cast. He took Sarah's hand and created a crystal in his right hand.
"Here we come, Celeste," he whispered quietly to himself.
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And down in the dungeons, a sinister smile came to Gabriel's face as he licked the blood off his lips. He started to climb the steps leading to Gavinn's bedroom.
"Here I come, Celeste," he snickered
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Please, Please, Please review! Okay it's ten o'clock must sleep so I can pass tests.