Hey everyone and welcome to My (Melissa Davis) and Unicorn Lady's little story. Whether or not it is true is up to you to decide;) We could tell you, but we've been sworn to secrecy… ::Looks around nervously for you know who to show up and try to dictate what I should be writing:: Anyway, here is our tale. Read and enjoy and please tell us in your reviews what you think. Whoops almost forgot the disclaimer! Don't want anyone suing us, though its not like we have much for them to take
A Little Thing Happened to Me and My Friend When...
Okay, how to begin my tale? I know what you all might be thinking: "No, not Melissa!" To answer that question, yes, I have had an encounter of the Goblin King kind. Me, I was always skeptical about the fanfiction stories where listians met the Goblin King. I thought, "Hmm, it's just make believe." Boy, was I proven wrong! Oh, and I was not alone; Unicorn Lady, a dear friend and my beta reader, was also pulled into this as well.
Oh, it was a day like every other as I worked all day wishing to be anywhere but at work doing something I'd rather occupy my time with, like writing my stories. Traffic was horrible, luckily I had some good CD's to listen to, and I sang almost the whole way home. I do that, sing in my car or dance in my seat. Hey, when good music is playing it's hard for me to stay still and not sing along when I feel the urge.
Finally reaching my apartment, I discarded with my keys and purse, and kicking off my shoes headed directly for my laptop. The internet is my friend. The usual dials of the connection rang in the air as I sat in my chair with laptop on my lap, sitting back and ready to enjoy the web and chatting with my friends. AOL messenger, a lovely thing indeed.
To my delight I saw that Unicorn Lady was signed on and sent her a message, "Hi!" the normal greeting when we first start to chat.
Unicorn Lady returned, "Hi!"
Well I won't bore you with our little discussions, though we find them entertaining, I'm not sure that you would. You probably want me to get to the point of this story. Before I go on, let me explain a little thing my friend and I do. We usually kid around making comments about a certain man in tights. Oh, the comments that we come up with. "Come on, you know you're guilty of thinking the same things!" evil grin. Anyway, it's a lot of fun.
Unicorn Lady: "So how's Things Change coming along?"
I sit back and sigh, lately I haven't had the inspiration to work on that one, "It's not. I think that I'm going to stick with doing one story at a time and I think I'll try to finish TWMC (To What May Come) first."
"How's the Searcher coming?" I ask.
Unicorn Lady, " Not good. Still stuck in the last part. Have you noticed that our writer's block started right after the Peach Cobbler Incident?"
My mind went back to a certain chat session I had with Unicorn Lady and it went something like this:
Unicorn Lady: "Guess what's my dessert?"
Melissa: "Ice Cream"
Unicorn Lady: "Nope…. looks around for anything suspicious Peach Cobbler!!!!!"
Melissa: "Hehe. Does it taste funny?"
Unicorn Lady: "I don't know…. let me try it…."
Unicorn Lady: "Hey, that's mine!!!! Guess who wants my peach cobbler?"
Melissa: "A Goblin or is it Jareth?"
Unicorn Lady: "still wrestling peach cobbler from J"
Unicorn Lady: "We compromised, half of the cobbler if he helps with my story…. No, I'm not going to the movies with you!!!!"
Unicorn Lady: "wrestle's newspaper's movie section excuse me, technical difficulties…."
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(Note: I'm talking about Sadie, she's a HP reader, and rented Labyrinth when she read Ch.1 of The Searcher, and has been hooked ever since
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(Note, I was at home sick that day)
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End of Memory.
Typing away at the keyboard laughing at the memory I comment, "Hehe! Could be…"
Feeling in the humorous mood I type, "Hmm, let me ask him…" and to my utter surprise, after I click send I feel a hot breath tickle against the back of my neck, and I stiffen as I realize that I am not alone.
Eyes wide, I turned my gaze, not seeing Unicorn Lady's comments at my suggestion. There, standing directly beside my chair, was who I could only come to the conclusion to be the one and only Jareth.
There he was decked out in the familiar, what I've read about and wrote about, black tights. Oh, I had to swallow nervously at the sight. Dark blue vest and breast plate, his cape flowing out from behind him. Note, there was no open window, nor was the AC or a fan on to cause this effect within my apartment. Pale soft skin, thin sensuous lips that grinned in a mischievous sort of way, eyes mismatched…I quickly looked away before I could ascertain the color. Diverting my eyes, my heart pounding from that powerful and knowing gaze. I focused on his blond hair instead, as it was fashioned in that unique way that I've read about so many times. Tell you one thing, reading and writing about him can not even compare to the actual looking at him, standing only a few feet away.
I knew that my mouth had to be hanging open and quickly checked myself. I could hear my laptop chime, indicating that a message was being sent. Looking sideways towards the screen, I see several sent messages from my friend.
"Hello!"
"You there?"
"Um, Melissa?"
"Yoo hoo!!!!"
Slowly, I picked my laptop off of my lap and placed it down on the coffee table in front of me. Standing, I looked to the man, I mean, Fae, standing in my living room. My mouth opened to ask the obvious, but to my horror I can not make my voice work for me. It was no spell cast upon me, it was just me, after all, what exactly do you say to the Goblin King when he suddenly appears in your living room? A being that you have written about, conversed about, daydreamed about (come on now, who wouldn't), joked about, and read about. He was supposed to be a fictional character. Oh, how many times did I wish him to be real! "Be careful what you wish for…" quickly came to mind.
He returned my gaze, that grin making me more than just a little nervous, "Hello, Melissa. I see that you are surprised to see me."
Oh, that voice could make any woman weak in the knees! Well, I've always had a thing for guys with that type of accent. Instead of verbally answering, as my voice still did not want to cooperate, I nodded my head, my eyes still wide.
He came forward towards me, so I stepped back, but had to stop as the back of my legs met with the coffee table. He obviously enjoyed my discomfort, as he did not stop until he was so close that I could feel the heat that radiated from his body. How many times have I described him, how could I be so on the mark? He was in all purposes sexy, powerful, frightening, and all too alluring. Oh, boy!
Tilting his head slightly to the side, he commented, "Don't you want to know why I'm here?"
Part of me did and another part of me didn't. Finally, my voice decided to come forth, though a little shakily, "Why are you here?"
His grin broadened, "Why, my dear, I'm a fan of your works about me. I have to admit that the Hunger was one of my favorites, though there is not one of your tales that I did not like."
My inner pride soured from the praise, "You read those?" I tentatively asked, earning a soft chuckle from his person.
"Yes, have to know about what my fans write about me." His expression turned serious, making me a lot more nervous, "I've noticed though that you've slowed down on your writings of me and have started writing other stories. Now, why is that?"
I could not believe my ears! Was he trying to tell me what I should be writing? "Let's get one thing straight, I write what I want, how I want. Hate to burst your bubble, but my life does not revolve around you!"
This response only made him step closer as he leaned to whisper in my ear, "Oh, but we both know that that's not true. How many times have you watched that movie, read my stories, and wrote those stories about me? Ah, and don't try to deny that Melinda in Secrets was not really you."
Oh my God! My eyes shot up to meet with his, as I felt my face redden with anger and outrage. How dare he? Okay, maybe half of that was kind of true, but…Damn it!
Jareth pulled away only slightly, as he looked down at me, "Though I would be honored to be the one to take your virginity."
My eyes widened, how the hell did he know I was…Son of a bitch! He might be sexy as hell and the object of many daydreams, but damn it, he just stepped over the line! "GET THE HELL OUT!" I seethed, outraged beyond belief.
Oh, he must have been enjoying my outrage, as he only circled to the other side of me. I noted that I was still signed on and the phone cord was on the opposite side of where he moved. Damn it, I was wishing he tripped over it and fall straight on that arrogant face of his!
His body pressed against mine, causing me to tremble from the contact and it was not just from anger, "Oh, I will be leaving, but not alone."
My head snapped to the side, my face only mere millimeters from his, Oh shit!, "What?"
His hand swept a strand piece of my reddish brown wavy hair, his gloves brushing my skin, "You need inspiration, and what better place than within my kingdom?"
Before I could push him away, yell at him or hit him, which I was feeling to do every one of those urges, I felt strange. The sensation was one that words can not really describe, but strange would probably sum it up. Suddenly, everything fell into darkness and for the first time in my life I passed out.
I just stared at the screen, not knowing what to say. It was not like Melissa to step out without telling me first. I tried a couple more times, hoping that she did not realized I answered her back…
"Hello!"
"You there?"
"Um, Melissa?"
"Yoo hoo!!!!"
It was puzzling, it felt like she just disappeared from the face of the Earth. I shook my head, my overactive imagination working overtime, as usual. I decided to wait her out, because I really wanted her opinion on a new Labyrinth story that popped into my mind.
Suddenly, I heard the now familiar chimes of a new message coming in. I smiled, as I saw Melissa's Instant Message window blinking furiously. I opened the window to its normal size, and read a very weird statement.
Melissa: "I'm sorry, but your friend cannot talk to you right now."
My sixth sense was telling me that something was seriously wrong. I could feel my stomach dropping to my feet, as I typed back.
Unicorn Lady: "Ha, ha. Funny, Mel. So, what's up with the melodramatics? You sounded almost as conceited as J."
I frowned when I read the response. This was not good at all.
Melissa: "Who are you calling conceited?"
I smiled, thinking, "Ah, she must be RPing Jareth just for kicks. Ok, two can play that game." So, with a mischivieous grin, I started typing like there's no tomorrow.
Unicorn Lady: "If the shoe fits…"
Melissa: "Do you know who are you talking to?"
Unicorn Lady: "Um, let's think, wears velvet and ruffles, wears large amounts of eye make-up, very tight tights, high-heeled boots, and to top it off, is a faerie. And I mean that both ways. grins evilly Could it be His Royal Tightness himself?"
Melissa: "That does it. You asked for it."
I just stared at the screen, confusion all over me. I typed again:
Unicorn Lady: "Um, Mel, can you stop playing J for a sec? I really want to talk to you about some ideas I have for a fic…"
Melissa: "You still don't know who am I, do you?"
After I read the response, the first words out of my mouth were "What the hell?", when I felt a prickly sensation on the back of my neck. Something was not right, I could feel someone else in my bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a silhouette with blond hair, and my first thought was, "No way!"
A smug Jareth was facing me, his arms crossed over his chest. His cape and hair were floating in some invisible wind from nowhere. He reached for my bed, and sitting down, he said, "Well, well, what have we here? If it isn't Unicorn Lady, the newest member of the list. Not so brave when talking face to face now, are we?"
I straightened up, my back flat against the bed's headboard. I kept staring at him, yes, he looked like David Bowie, but not quite. I narrowed my eyes, for some reason his presence felt familiar. I shook those thoughts away, this was the first time I've seen His Royal Tightness, after all. But then, I noticed something strange.
I was receiving the same scrutiny I was having of him. Don't take me wrong, I know he was not checking me out, because, let's be real, who would? But, he was looking for something as he was watching my face. I could not stand it anymore, and exasperated I asked, "What?"
He seemed startled by my reaction, and shaking his head, he said, "You look familiar, somehow. Have you ever wished anyone away?"
Okay, this conversation was turning absolutely weird. I answered, "I don't think so. I don't even think that there is a translation in Spanish for the word Goblin. Why are you here, anyway?"
Hearing that question seemed to get him back in business, "I am here because your friend Melissa has slowed down making stories of me to make other stories. Now, I wonder who could have influenced her, hmmm?"
Was he implying what I thought he was implying? Oh, no, I would not let him get away with that "Hey, just because I write other stories and then decided to start making stories about you does not mean that I coerced her in any way, shape or form. Besides, you know that the only reason why I'm writing about you is because I put you in one of those 'other stories' as you call it, and decided to expand on it."
Giving me a smug smile, he said, "And who you think gave you the idea to put me in that other story? Even that I'm not the main character, I'm curious how you plan to tie those two stories together."
He was starting to get on my nerves, so I decided to play along, "I guess you will have to wait like everyone else."
"I think your friend Melissa would not be too happy to hear you say that", was the answer I received.
I started getting worried. If this guy was real, he must have done something to Mel, "What did you do to her?"
He stood up, and said "She's in my castle. Seems that she needed inspiration, so what better source of inspiration than being within my kingdom?"
My curiosity was peaked now, "And you are here, because?"
His mouth turned into a mischievous grin, saying, "You are Melissa's beta reader and keeper of sanity, right?"
Not seeing where this was going, I asked, "Yeah, so?"
Jareth let out a sigh, and said, "If she is going to be in my castle writing stories, she will need you to assure her that she is doing great. You can use the time to create more stories of me as well."
Lovely, just Peachy. I sighed, and said "I hope that you send her laptop to the Underground. In the meantime, let me get some clothes to take with me. If what I've read is true, there is no way in hell you are putting me in a dress."
He gave me that smug smile of his and said, "Pity, you have nice legs."
That angered me, "How would you know?"
He pointed at me, when I noticed that I was wearing biker shorts and my Hogwarts t-shirt, "Oh… yeah, right.", I answered, in my sarcastic tone.
I left my laptop on the side of the bed, and went to my closet where I got my backpack, three pairs of jeans and some t-shirts. I put the clothes inside the backpack, except one of the jeans, which I put on over the bike shorts. I went to my bed, and put my laptop into its case.
Turning to Jareth, who was busy looking at my unicorn collection, I said "Ok, I'm ready."
The next thing I know, we are in the castle, in the throne room, no less. 'Very similar to the movie one' I thought, when I saw a girl sleeping there, in the small pool in the middle of the throne room.
I ran towards her, leaving the backpack and laptop aside, and took her hand, trying to wake her. When I got no response, I said to Jareth, "What did you do to her?"
Jareth just gave an exasperated sigh, "Relax, she is just under a sleeping spell." He then made a fancy hand gesture, and I could feel Melissa stirring.
I looked over to her, and still holding her hand said, "Melissa? Mel, are you OK? How are you feeling?"
Melissa opened her eyes, looking all around her, and then stopped, looking at me.
Eyes fluttering open I heard someone's voice I did not recognize, but before I looked to towards her voice I scanned the room around me. 'Oh boy!' Suddenly the music from Wizard of Oz echoes in my brain, little munchkin voice, "We're off to see the Wizard! The wonderful Wizard of Oz!" Blinking I shook my head, 'Were the hell did that come from?'
Focusing to the person holding my hand I looked to her puzzled, realization hitting me I asked, "Norma?"
She smiled, and said "Hiya, kiddo. I'm glad you're OK."
Overjoyed at finally being able to meet my friend and beta reader in person, I hugged her, "God, its good to finally be able to meet you!" Before she could comment, my eyes looked past her and my heart sunk. Memory came slamming back to me and I glared at the Goblin King, "You! Conceited, overdressed, cocky, Son of a…!"
Unicorn Lady's eyes widened as she suddenly clamped her hand over my mouth, and with a warning tone whispered, "Mel... "
Swallowing my anger I realized my plight, I was in his world now and he could do…'Oh dear!'
Amused by my outburst, Jareth stood from his throne and made his way towards us, his gaze locked on me.
'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!' I mentally panicked. Don't read me wrong, I usually do not curse so much, but put yourself in my shoes! Jareth's eyes raked over my form, Unicorn Lady's presence the only thing keeping me from passing out from nervousness, fright, and the overwhelming feeling that he was the predator and I was his pray.
With a cocked eyebrow Jareth broke the deafening silence, "Melissa, such words. I'm surprised at you really. So ungrateful of my generosity."
Oh this was too much, my inner need for self-preservation leaping out the castle window, "Generosity!" I laughed out at that, "You, the only thing you care about is your self. Oh Mr. High and Mighty Fae in tights! Please enlighten me as to why kidnapping me and bringing me here against my will to be generous?" I ignored Unicorn Lady's frantic waving of her hands for me to stop and met Jareth's cold gaze with a cold gaze of my own, that I've been told would put any being fleeing for sanctuary.
Seeing her friends dilemma, Unicorn Lady stepped forwards only to be suddenly standing in a totally different room. Fuming, she thought, "Great, now she is really done for! I cannot help her now!" She then noticed her surroundings, "Wait a second, why does this room look familiar? This wasn't even in the movie!"
Noticing that Norma was no longer in the room and I was alone face to face with the Goblin King I felt a knot form in my neck. Backing away as he continued forwards I was tempted to push past him and bolt out the door but instead I felt the wall hit my back and I was helplessly pinned between a rock and a hard place.
Pleased with my discomfort Jareth leaned ever so closer, "Now Melissa, is being here really that bad?"
Oh, dear God! He was way too close and the way he said those words made me know the meaning to the phrase weak in the knees. My eyes frantically looked for something else to gaze at but with his proximity he was the only thing that I could see. Great!
Steeling myself against the wall I forced my eyes to look defiantly up at him, "Its not the atmosphere but the company!"
I watched half-triumphant and half disappointed as a scowl crossed his handsome face. Ugh, I have got to stop seeing him that way or I'm toast. Jareth let out a discouraged sigh, "Why do you keep pushing away what you fear?"
I could feel my forehead crinkle in puzzlement, "I'm not afraid of you!"
Jareth rose his brow at my answer, "No, your not afraid of me, just yourself."
My mouth probably looked like a fish as I tried to rebuke his statement with something witty but coming up with nothing. At my speechlessness he leaned forwards, once again pinning me up against the wall.
This time his lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "It could explain why you're having such difficulty with continuing with your stories."
Oh, I could feel myself tremble from the way his lips brushed against my ear. Before I can push him off and away from me the room blurred and shifted and I found myself in a room.
I prayed that Mel would not get hurt, that mouth of hers was going to get her in trouble. The problem was that I could not be there to restrain her. The only thing I could do was wish for the best. Now, where the heck am I?
I looked around me, and saw that I was in some kind of study. There was a huge bookcase behind the big and elegant mahogany desk, where various books on magic were being displayed. As I was making my way to the desk a sudden flashback crossed my mind. I was seven or eight, in that desk, reading the books on magic and working into what looked to be homework, and a little goblin helping me get the ingredients necessary to make whatever I was doing.
I shook my head, thinking, "Where did that come from? That never happened!" I turned around at the sound of the big entrance doors opening, when I saw a goblin, peeking in. My first reaction when I saw him was happiness "Hi, Krunk, how are you doing?" The little goblin looked at me, confused, and opening his eyes widely said, "Norma? You're back!"
Realization hit me at that point. I just called a goblin by its name, and he seemed to know who I was. And then, that weird flashback kind of thing I had moments before. There was something wrong with this picture, and I intended to find out why.
Even this small goblin seemed out of place, I always thought goblins to be stupid, but I guess there has to be some intelligent ones lurking around. This one must be one of them.
Warily, I asked, "This is going to sound strange, but even that it looks like I know your name, I have never seen you in my life." The little goblin looked at me sideways, and said "Of course you have! Have you forgotten us already? I remember when you used to take magic lessons from His Majesty in this very room."
I was still looking around while listening to the goblin, when his last words made my head snap right back at him, "What?!" The little goblin continued, "You must have been around ten, the last time I saw you. His Majesty was not pleased when you didn't come back. He even tried to find you through his crystals, with no luck."
This was shocking, as you can imagine. If that was true, why I didn't remember any of that? Then another thought struck me, "Um, Krunk? Why Jareth didn't turned me into a goblin? After all, I was a child in his kingdom."
Scratching his head, Krunk said, "You really don't remember, do you? You were never wished here, so he could not turn you into one of us. You came here out of your own volition, under your magic power. His Majesty knew you arrived here by accident, and he decided to train you on the proper use of magic."
I was very confused at this point "Me, magic?" Deep inside I knew there was something different about me than the rest of the people I knew, but I never thought about it. And if what he was saying was true, why did I stopped coming here? Even better, why I don't remember any of this?
I kneeled to be at Krunk's level and said, "I think Jareth doesn't remember who I am, and would like to keep it that way until I remember everything. Understand?" The little goblin nodded enthusiastically, when I saw his eyes open wide, and starting to tremble. At the same time, I felt the familiar sensation I was associating with J being within the same room as I.
I turned around to face the Fae, "Um, hi J! Where's Melissa?" With a smug look he said, "She is resting in her bedroom right now. I suggest you go talk to her." Narrowing my eyes, I said "What did you do now?" I suddenly saw in my mind a picture of Melissa sitting on a big canopy bed. Then, I felt the study fading into nothing, Melissa's bedroom taking its place at the same time.
I carefully approached the bed, "Mel, are you OK? What did he do to you?"
