**See Claire through a camera lense then, sees the camera moving towards a door**
CS: **her voice mimics Steve Irwin's** And here, we find the exquisite animal, the Jareth. Part man, part owl. **opens bathroom door** See how he loves the warm water. Sometimes, this beautiful creature may bathe for hours at a time.
**All readers can see is Jareth, in the bathtub, playing with his rubber ducky**
Jareth: **looks up** Hey, what do you think you're doing?!? Get OUT! **Throws a sponge**
CS: As you can see, this creature is very defensive about its territory.
Jareth: Claire!
CS: Notice how it makes friends with the lifeless smaller creatures, and tends to sing to it. **indicates the ducky**
Jareth: LEAVE MR. SCRUBUMS OUT OF THIS!!
CS: Cranky, isn't he *cute*?
Jareth: That's IT! **reaches out**
CS: Jareth, no! What are you doing??
**camera falls as we hear a splash and an outraged female scream**
CS: JARETH!
Disclaimer: So this guy walks into a bar. His name is Jim Henson. The bartender (me) asks him "Hey aren't you the guy that owns Labyrinth and stuff?" He replies, "Yes, now give me a sex on the beach, shaken not stirred." And the bartender says, "As you wish."
Chapter Seventeen: Facing Bad News
Jareth jumped up as soon as Celeste was stabbed but didn't interfere until she collapsed. He ran to her, pulling her body away from Gabriel's.
"Celeste?" he shook her. Quickly he checked her breathing, her pulse, and heartbeat. All were either to slow or shallow for his liking. He picked Celeste up and brought her to where an unconscious Sarah lay.
Quickly, he transported Celeste, Sarah, and himself to his castle.
They appeared in his bedroom, setting both women on his kings sized bed, he bellowed for his healers.
Draco, his male healer appeared instantly. His blue eyes waited for a problem to produce itself, his brown hair ruffled, probably from sleep. Dawn, the female healer appeared shortly after. Her blue hair was pulled into a braid, her amber eyes waiting for instruction.
"Draco, Celeste and-"
"Celeste is back?" Draco asked, shocked.
"Yes, more on that later. Celeste and Sarah have been harmed by an iron sword," Jareth explained while walking to the bed. "Sarah's is a small injury while Celeste's seems more fatal."
Draco asked Jareth to sit as he examined Sarah, while Dawn moved towards Celeste.
Immediately Draco spoke, "She's a vampire."
"Yes, she was changed a while back. Please just help her." Jareth said, eyes softening in compassion for his lover.
Draco nodded and went back to work. In half an hour, Draco was done. She was all ready stirring. Her arm would be sore for a while and there would be a scar but other wise all would be fine.
When Sarah did wake, she ran to Jareth, hugging him in happiness. She noticed his grim face and turned towards the bed. Celeste was being worked on by both Dawn and Draco now.
Celeste was paler than usual, her lips lost of all color. Her skin was unusually hot, sweat glistening on her forehead from a fever. Her body twitched randomly. But surprisingly, her face was calm.
Jareth sat staring for a while. Sarah sat, in his lap, watching and stroking Jareth's hair. There was no change four hours later when the healer, Dawn, came to them. She sat across from them, her face blank.
"Celeste has suffered a major wound under her right ribs with an iron sword. As you know, iron is very lethal and the wound itself is very dangerous. Her chances for survival are slim and if she even survives the night, she could be in a coma for hundreds of years. I'm sorry, Jareth," she gets up and returns to helping Draco on Celeste.
Jareth slowly gets up, forcing Sarah out of his lap in the process and walks out of the room. Sarah follows him. He looks ready to run when she sees him and runs to catch up with him. She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face her. And that's what broke her. Never in a million years had she thought she would see him cry. She held him close, wrapping him in a fierce hug. She felt him sob into her shoulder more than heard it as they sank to their knees.
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White, everywhere was white. It was blinding her as she walked on. Usually her dreams were dark and full of blood. But this, this was different.
"Celeste…"
Slowly, the woman clad in a flowing white dress turned to face her caller.
Her jaw dropped at the site before her. It was Gabriel. Not the vampire Gabriel, but her fiancé. The loving man before her had warm gray eyes, twin fogs that drew her towards him. His hair, the color of fire, moved gentle in a nonexistent breeze. His smile was genuine as she ran to him, her arms holding him as she cried.
"It's really you! Oh gods, it's really you!" Celeste held onto him for her dear life. She could have died when she felt his arms go around her, his cheek against her hair, and his lips place a delicate kiss on her head.
She finally pulled back to look at the man she had missed for so long. She couldn't resist tracing his features' she had to be sure he was real. His soft lips, his sharp nose, his eyelids and brows, his small ears.
"Your real," she smiled, ecstatic. Then, a small frown appeared. "Am I dead?"
He smiled, "No, luv. But you're in a coma, do you remember what happened?"
"You stabbed me," she blurted out. She saw him wince. "Well, the vampire you stabbed me."
"Yes, with an iron dagger. But I've come to you to help you with your decision," he said.
"My decision?" she asked.
"Of course. Whether or not you will wake up."
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CS: **sopping wet and pissed** I'm angry deal with my cliffie!
J: **looking very satisfied** Oh, poor baby. Come on, give them a break! Stop being so bad!
CS: Of course I'm bad, poof, I'm the Big Bad!
Spike: HEY!
CS: Never mind- just review!
CS: **her voice mimics Steve Irwin's** And here, we find the exquisite animal, the Jareth. Part man, part owl. **opens bathroom door** See how he loves the warm water. Sometimes, this beautiful creature may bathe for hours at a time.
**All readers can see is Jareth, in the bathtub, playing with his rubber ducky**
Jareth: **looks up** Hey, what do you think you're doing?!? Get OUT! **Throws a sponge**
CS: As you can see, this creature is very defensive about its territory.
Jareth: Claire!
CS: Notice how it makes friends with the lifeless smaller creatures, and tends to sing to it. **indicates the ducky**
Jareth: LEAVE MR. SCRUBUMS OUT OF THIS!!
CS: Cranky, isn't he *cute*?
Jareth: That's IT! **reaches out**
CS: Jareth, no! What are you doing??
**camera falls as we hear a splash and an outraged female scream**
CS: JARETH!
Disclaimer: So this guy walks into a bar. His name is Jim Henson. The bartender (me) asks him "Hey aren't you the guy that owns Labyrinth and stuff?" He replies, "Yes, now give me a sex on the beach, shaken not stirred." And the bartender says, "As you wish."
Chapter Seventeen: Facing Bad News
Jareth jumped up as soon as Celeste was stabbed but didn't interfere until she collapsed. He ran to her, pulling her body away from Gabriel's.
"Celeste?" he shook her. Quickly he checked her breathing, her pulse, and heartbeat. All were either to slow or shallow for his liking. He picked Celeste up and brought her to where an unconscious Sarah lay.
Quickly, he transported Celeste, Sarah, and himself to his castle.
They appeared in his bedroom, setting both women on his kings sized bed, he bellowed for his healers.
Draco, his male healer appeared instantly. His blue eyes waited for a problem to produce itself, his brown hair ruffled, probably from sleep. Dawn, the female healer appeared shortly after. Her blue hair was pulled into a braid, her amber eyes waiting for instruction.
"Draco, Celeste and-"
"Celeste is back?" Draco asked, shocked.
"Yes, more on that later. Celeste and Sarah have been harmed by an iron sword," Jareth explained while walking to the bed. "Sarah's is a small injury while Celeste's seems more fatal."
Draco asked Jareth to sit as he examined Sarah, while Dawn moved towards Celeste.
Immediately Draco spoke, "She's a vampire."
"Yes, she was changed a while back. Please just help her." Jareth said, eyes softening in compassion for his lover.
Draco nodded and went back to work. In half an hour, Draco was done. She was all ready stirring. Her arm would be sore for a while and there would be a scar but other wise all would be fine.
When Sarah did wake, she ran to Jareth, hugging him in happiness. She noticed his grim face and turned towards the bed. Celeste was being worked on by both Dawn and Draco now.
Celeste was paler than usual, her lips lost of all color. Her skin was unusually hot, sweat glistening on her forehead from a fever. Her body twitched randomly. But surprisingly, her face was calm.
Jareth sat staring for a while. Sarah sat, in his lap, watching and stroking Jareth's hair. There was no change four hours later when the healer, Dawn, came to them. She sat across from them, her face blank.
"Celeste has suffered a major wound under her right ribs with an iron sword. As you know, iron is very lethal and the wound itself is very dangerous. Her chances for survival are slim and if she even survives the night, she could be in a coma for hundreds of years. I'm sorry, Jareth," she gets up and returns to helping Draco on Celeste.
Jareth slowly gets up, forcing Sarah out of his lap in the process and walks out of the room. Sarah follows him. He looks ready to run when she sees him and runs to catch up with him. She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face her. And that's what broke her. Never in a million years had she thought she would see him cry. She held him close, wrapping him in a fierce hug. She felt him sob into her shoulder more than heard it as they sank to their knees.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
White, everywhere was white. It was blinding her as she walked on. Usually her dreams were dark and full of blood. But this, this was different.
"Celeste…"
Slowly, the woman clad in a flowing white dress turned to face her caller.
Her jaw dropped at the site before her. It was Gabriel. Not the vampire Gabriel, but her fiancé. The loving man before her had warm gray eyes, twin fogs that drew her towards him. His hair, the color of fire, moved gentle in a nonexistent breeze. His smile was genuine as she ran to him, her arms holding him as she cried.
"It's really you! Oh gods, it's really you!" Celeste held onto him for her dear life. She could have died when she felt his arms go around her, his cheek against her hair, and his lips place a delicate kiss on her head.
She finally pulled back to look at the man she had missed for so long. She couldn't resist tracing his features' she had to be sure he was real. His soft lips, his sharp nose, his eyelids and brows, his small ears.
"Your real," she smiled, ecstatic. Then, a small frown appeared. "Am I dead?"
He smiled, "No, luv. But you're in a coma, do you remember what happened?"
"You stabbed me," she blurted out. She saw him wince. "Well, the vampire you stabbed me."
"Yes, with an iron dagger. But I've come to you to help you with your decision," he said.
"My decision?" she asked.
"Of course. Whether or not you will wake up."
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CS: **sopping wet and pissed** I'm angry deal with my cliffie!
J: **looking very satisfied** Oh, poor baby. Come on, give them a break! Stop being so bad!
CS: Of course I'm bad, poof, I'm the Big Bad!
Spike: HEY!
CS: Never mind- just review!