"Sarah…" There was a flutter of white feathers, and he was gone

"Dreams"

Power Over Me, Part II

By: Lei Sheng

"Sarah…" There was a flutter of white feathers, and he was gone.

Her eyes flew open, and she took in the darkness of the room around her. Sarah rubbed her head as her eyes adjusted to the shadows around her.

What a weird dream… she thought.

{[ààBegin Dream Sequenceàà]}

She sat silently in her room, staring at the ceiling, letting the cracks in it whisper to her their infinite stories of their own imagination through images that she could pick out.

"An owl?" Sarah whispered as she saw a particular image. Slowly it began to change shapes…to grow…to begin to have form…and she recognized the likeness.

The form began to flap its snow-white wings, slowly melting them down to a flowing cloak. The figure became clearer after a few moments, and the magic that she saw in her ceiling showed her everything that she had remembered of those few hours in the moment's vision.

"Goblin King, where are you?" Sarah glanced at the windows and abruptly sat up. "You told me that if I loved you…then you…you'd be…"

The image above her head changed suddenly to the window, slowly opening, calling her to do something. As an instinct, she followed the commands of the messenger from overhead. She jumped off her bed, blew out a candle which lit the room, and threw open the metal clasp that locked it. Before she knew what she was doing, she tossed open the wooden frames.

And then…what happened then? Her mind was already driving her to forget the dream that she desperately tried to remember. She forced herself to concentrate.

Floating…yes, she was floating, but not through her neighborhood. She saw great oceans, peacefully sending its beautiful deep blue waves to the shore, but it was nowhere in sight. Great cloud pillars swung happily around her, and the sun glistened off the waters below her. Sarah took in the beauty.

Suddenly, with no warning, the sea began to act up; sending huge gray walls of water in ever direction! The clouds began swirling! Thunder and lighting stormed all about her! She was caught in unforgiving wind after wind!

Sarah tried to cry for help, in terror, for without it she would not survive. Her throat seemed to have forgotten all that sixteen years immersed in language had taught it, and she was at the mercy of the elements. She began falling…falling…falling…

When out of the heartless storm clouds shot a small snow owl, flying straight towards her. Into her ear, she could hear it whisper in an all too familiar voice, "Sarah."

[{ßßEnd Dream Sequenceßß}]

Sarah gasped and clapped her hand to her mouth.

So he's not dead… She picked up a scarlet book from off of her dresser, worn out from being read many times over, and paged through it. She had every line and verse of the play known by heart, but this…this she didn't understand.

Jareth! Why do you do this? She glared at her hands. Sending dreams to the girl who tried to destroy you!

Sarah glanced at the floor, not perfectly clean but as close as most non-adults ever get, and noticed the feathers.

"You're back," she said, a calm tone in her voice. "But what do you want with me?"

The crystal that had rested next to her head seemed to glow when Sarah flicked on the light. Slowly, carefully, she inched towards it.

Careful now, she thought. Remember the Cleaners, this could be a trap.

{[Meanwhile…]}

Jareth was back at home again, sitting atop his throne in his empty castle. With his cane in one hand, the crystal orb from before in the other, still juggling it over the tips of his fingers.

"Take it, Sarah…it's yours, you know."

He stared into the crystal, watching her eyes…the gems that she hid when she blinked, with his undivided attention. The feeling returned to his insides. He felt warm and sick and wonderful all at once. It clouded his mind, and his thoughts became vague, but strangely enough, he enjoyed it, more than anything.

Jareth listened to her thoughts, a benefit of Sarah having the crystal along with his. She warily moved up towards the crystal, took it in one hand, pulled it behind her head, and suddenly…

{[Meanwhile…]}

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Sarah dropped the crystal from her fully wound-up-for-a-throw arm.

"Where are you?" She whispered. Sarah was frightened, but tried not to sound it.

It's a gift for you; you're not just any normal girl who only looks after her baby brother.

She glanced around in disbelief. "So you're watching me with a crystal of your own." Sarah sighed. "Why are you putting thoughts in my head?"

Thoughts? the voice from no-where asked.

{[Meanwhile…]}

"What kind of thoughts?" the king asked, intrigued, into the cane that he held in one hand. A/N- that thing's pretty useful as a microphone, ne?

"You're playing with my feelings, aren't you?" the voice from the crystal rang a bit as it vibrated through the glass prism.

"Matters of the heart are not mine to control, Sarah." He paused. "Just keep it with you…"

{[Meanwhile…]}

And his presence was gone. She could tell by her instincts.

What does he mean by that? Sarah thought. "Matters of the heart…" I wonder…is that the truth? Then why…why do I feel this way?

A/N: Okay then, I'm not quite "myself" today, and this is just kind of a gotta-put-it-up part. As before, please review! That's the only reason why I put it up this fast! And if I can't get anything up for a while, it's because EVIL SIBLINGS are stealing the DVD player that the Labyrinth is on…anyways…I'll try to keep writing, but I keep on having split ideas on what should happen next! Argh!! Well, review and I'll put up the next part faster, OK?