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LET THE
GAMES BEGIN!
"Your heart?" Sarah asked with disbelief, pulling away from him abruptly. She stood and began to pace. "I do not recall that you offered me anything except a crystal. And I wasn't willing to pay your price for that."
"I offered you your
dreams." Jareth corrected softly,
folding his arms across his chest as he watched her pace "It is not my fault
you did not yet realize what they were."
"I wanted Toby's freedom!" She shot back, pushing her hair out of her
face impatiently.
"Was that all?"
"Of course!" She replied, looking back at him over her
shoulder as she stood at the window. "I
was 15! What else could I have wanted
from you?"
She didn't realize that the
sunlight coming through the window outlined her perfectly, giving the
impression of an angel to his eyes. His
gaze devoured her as she gazed out at her view of the alley, pretending an interest
she did not have in the brick of the building across the street. He took a breath; preparing an answer to a
question he hadn't a good answer for.
"You wanted an adventure. You wanted your dreams to come to life. And when they did," he paused, waiting until
she looked at him "you were afraid to take them. You returned to a world you don't belong in, when you should have
stayed with me."
"I had no reason to stay with
you. I had Toby." Sarah said
bluntly. "Everything else was just
illusions, your way to distract me. "
"Not all was an illusion,
Sarah." Jareth told her, his gaze going
pointedly to the music box "I offered you my soul."
"If I became your slave!"
"I may have used the wrong
words." He admitted. " I'd never
offered anyone my heart before. I was
nervous."
"That's as believable as you
being generous." She laughed, sobering
when she saw the hurt flash across his face. "Jareth-"
"I think I've given you enough
to think about for now." He said, cutting her off. "I'll leave you to make your decision."
"I'm staying here."
"I will return to you tomorrow."
In a
shower of light, he was gone
Sarah
sat on the sofa in the dark, her mind replaying the conversation she'd had with
Jareth that afternoon. He couldn't be
serious! He must be up to
something. He was trying to trick her
into returning so he could extract his revenge for her defeat of him 6 years
ago. He couldn't possibly love
her. He didn't know her! Yet he'd been so serious. And there'd been tenderness when his hands
has stroked through her hair. Even when
she'd been blunt, his expression had been gentle, as if he really cared about
what she was saying. Then when she'd
been rude, and his face had shown the pain he'd felt at her words.
She
reminded herself of his acting skills. His
charm. How mesmerizing his gaze could
be when he was trying to talk you into something. She straightened, her resolve returning to resist him at all
turns. He was playing a game, all she
had to do was figure out the rules….
