So sorry for not sending in more for a while ^^; Homework has really been filling up most of my time. And I have a Mission X trip next week. So, i hope i can send in more for the time I'm away. This chapter does get interesting. Gomen to anyone who doesn't like. ^^; I try to do stuff different each time I write. Some have noticed the B&B similarity but hey, I love the story but mostly this story is a little mix of another book I've read by Robin MaKennly. It is sorta about B&B but I love it soooo much. So, gomen again to those who get bored. Enjoy. Cha!
*~SFS~*
Chapter Seven
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Seduction
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Jareth ate silently. He looked carefully at Sarah and then back at his plate. She was very quiet. Was it something he had said? "Sarah?"
She suddenly seemed to come out of whatever state she was in, "Yes?"
"Are you okay? You seem... distant."
She looked down, "Oh, sorry. Just thinking. That's all."
He thought on this, nodding, "I was curious. Would you bee interested in a ride this afternoon?"
Sarah shivered, remembering her last ride. Jareth spoke quickly, "You wouldn't be alone this time. I would accompany you."
She smiled and nodded shyly, "Alright then."
Later after lunch they were galloping through the field, Sarah on Finn and Jareth on his own red chestnut horse, a sweet breeze blowing around them. They soon slowed to a trot and headed back to the gardens.
"Feeling better?"
Sarah smiled, taking in the air, "Yes, much. Thank you."
As they followed the wall, Sarah felt the familarity of the place. Suddenly, she choked, gasping for air and holding her chest in pain.
Jareth stared in shock and grabbed hold of her horses reins and his, sending them both running through the garden to the castle entrance. He dismounted and took Sarah down into his arms. She still couldn't breath and suddenly passed out. Jareth carried her quickly up the stairs to the nearest bedroom.
His.
Normally he would not have done so but she needed to be put somewhere comfortable. He lay her on his wine red bed and gently patted her cheeks, willing her awake. She suddenly gasped again, jerking up and clutching her chest. Jareth was frantic. He tried his powers but nothing worked.
Sarah was panicing. She saw Jareth before her and she felt she was in an unfamilar bed. His concerned eyes she saw but suddenly her vision blurred and she saw the hungry wolf grin from her first visit. She pushed away, gasping, "K-keep *cough* ...away!"
Jareth was baffled. What was wrong? "Sarah?" He reached out a hand.
She saw it as if he was trying to grab her, "No!" she coughed, rolling away. Jareth ran to the otherside to prevent her from falling. Sarah still saw the hungry look, dark as he chased her. She was trapped. Images flashed before her. Jareth mockling looking at her the first time they met, his questioning her what she thought of the labyrinth and then throwing a crystal to create the cleaners, his teasing expression as she wondered the bubble ballroom.
His haunted look as she spoke the first words.
And though she did not want to see it agan, the images of her being trapped as he had come at her, hungerly looking at her, dark and forboding. He was so close.
"No!" she yelled, waving her hands before her. Jareth looked at her eyes and saw them as pale white. He gasped. She wasn't seeing him. She was being folled, seeing something that wasn't there. And he felt it had something to do with him. It must be the dark evil Felara spoke of. What verified it was the fact that the claw mark scar glowed throguh Sarah's dress.
"I will not have you control her!" he thundered to no one. As Sarah still thrashed at nothing, Jareth threw a crystal into the air and it burst. A soft mist settled on Sarah and she suddenly stopped, her eyes returning normal, and fell softly onto the bed. The glow on her chest died.
Jareth quickly checked her pulse and breathing. She was alright, sighing with relief. The mist that had seetled on her would block any kind of enchantment that attacked her. What hurt was Sarah's apparent doubt still in her heart regarding him. He left her asleep in his room as he left. When he reached his throne room, he grew angry. Someone had once again tried to harm her and wanted to know why. He used his crystal to check on her one last time, seeing she was fine, and then disappeared, appearing in the garden to the spot where Sarah had first began choking. He looked at the wall they had been riding beside to where Sarah had grown nervous. She had apparently been here before.
The wall appeared normal but he knew otherwise. Nothing was normal in the labyrinth but it was he who controled those things. He walked alongside the wall, tracing his hand along until he felt a jolt. He jerked his gloved hand away. This part of the wall was different. He called a crystal and threw it at the wall. It went right through!
Jareth again touched the wall and it felt solid. Something wasn't right. "Open, damn it!" He hit the wall, ignoring the stinging pain from doing that.
Nothing happened. He called the crystal back and it came through again. He looked at it and it seemed normal, no different. Sending it away he glared at the wall. He took a leap and stood on the tall wall, gazing beyond it. He saw nothing but the large maze and woods beyond, before him. Nothing was different.
"Whoever you may be," he shouted to the air, his voice echoing, "If ever you dare harm her again, you will suffer pain more then has ever been known!"
nothing but a resounding echo replied. Upset, Jareth returned to his throne room. He felt his waring held no threat. This evil apparently didn't think much of his powers. It wanted Jareth gone and it would use Sarah. Or was it Sarah it wanted? Jareth was a little confused. So much that had happened, only coming at Sarah. He would have to do everything to protect her, Jareth had seen that. But he needed to find something that would really protect her. His powers only went so far.
He could not protect her thoughts. She had to do that on her own.
Jareth continued to sit in his quiet throne room, worring into the late of day.
* * *
"Damn you, Jareth!" A charge flared at the mirror, only to deflec and hit another glass ornament, shattering it to dust. The dark man seethed, glaring at the image of Jareth in deep thought. "Always interfering, it ticks me off!" He threw another charge and that one flew out the window. The man stopped, his hand steaming, "At this rate, I'll have burned out my house." He went tot eh mirror, casuing the image to disappear, "So, now he's block her physically from me. Alright, that may pose some trouble but all I really need is her mind."
He chuckled as his eyes glowed and he saw sarah lying asleep in a room.
* * *
Sarah groaned softly as she turned in the bed. Something felt different. She could feel the soft silk directly on her skin. She gaspee and opned her eyes. She was naked under the silk covers and looked to her side in shock, seeing a smirking Jareth leaning on hi elbow, also under the covers. From the appearance of his bare chest, Sarah assumed he was not clothed either. She squirmed away, clinging to the sheets and hugging them to her as she got out of the bed with the wine red silk sheets wrapped around her. She noticed candles buring everywhere in the room, "What are you doing here?"
Jareth chuckled, "Sarah, is it really that hard to see? I'm seducing you. You are lovely when you're helpless."
Sarah hugged herself tighter as he sat up, appearing as he might leave the bed too. "No," she raised her hand, "Please, just stay there."
"Now why should I do that?" He got up and Sarah clenched her eyes shut, peeking only once and realizing he was wearing knee length shorts. She sighed with relief. He chuckled darkly, coming to her as she tried to back away, almost stumbling on the sheets, "You will be a lot of fun."
"You mean..." "Of coarse I've done nothing yet. I like you awake. No fun otherwise."
Sarah blushed furiously, "Why are you doing this?"
"Oh, you know. I love a conquest. You have certainly been a challenge. You were right to doubt me. I'm not that trusting and frankly I'm tired of playing nice guy." He smiled wolfishly.
Sarah gave a small cry as she tripped on the sheets and fell backwards. Jareth was soon there atop her, grinning, "Wanna play cat and mouse?"
She squirmed to get away. He picked her up in his arms, casuing the sheets to wrapp tighter like a cocoon, stilling her movements with his look. Sarah had the familar feeling of being paralyzed like the first time. She could only feel tears of fear coming down her cheeks. Jareth set her on the bed, lying beside her and traced his hand where her tear had been and licking his fingers. "Remember that spell from before? How about we bring it back, hmmmm? Might make you more willing."
Sarah wanted to scream. Her voice wasn't working, she could do nothing. She shivered as Jareth slowly pulled the sheets from her, lower and lower. She pleaded with her eyes for him to stop. What had happened? Jareth had returned to his former self and it crushed her. She could feel the cold air on her chest, his hands on her face like ice as she closed her eyes.
She suddenly opened them with a start and sat up. She blinked at her unfamilar surroundings. She was on a bed, fully clothed.
A dream, she breathed. Just a horrible dream. She felt a small sting in her chest and then it was gone. She shivered, curling up against the pillows. What had she seen before? Her mind blurred of the events from before but she made a fool of herself.
She brought part of the covers over her, trying to warm up. The pillows, oh how much they smelled of Jareth. But her emotions were in turmoil now. Doubts fired in her mind after such a dream.
She crawled out of the bed, blankets wrapped about her shoulders and dragging behind her. She looked in a mirror and saw her beragged appearance. She then looked about her surroundings.
It was a large bedroom, a big fireplace at on wall, two glass doors leading out to a balconey and a dark rug on the floor. There was a wardrobe and an elegant table near by, as well as the tall four-post bed with dark curtains gathered at each post and a canopy above. But what caught her attention was a large elegantly silver framed full-length mirror on one wall. It seemed to sparkled as she neared it. When she stood before it, it glowed over and soon a tall white haired woman stood there, her hair down past her feet and a white silk dress gently hugging her. She had a gentle appearance and her forehead glowed though Sarah could not see it or her eyes. She could only see the lower half of her face. She blinked, looking curiouslly at the lady.
"Hello, Sarah. I have been waiting for you." Her voice was like a whispered echo.
Sarah was surprised. The lady almost seemed familar but she could not place her, "Who are you? How do you know me?"
"I wish I could answer these things, child. But like Felara, I cannot. You will learn on your own." The lady frowned sadly, "You do not dream well."
Sarah nodded, "I have such disturbing dreams, especially this last one. It's as if my doubts are growing stronger."
The lady nodded, "It is induced, I'm afraid. Sarah, you must fight these doubts. Jareth means you no harm." She reached out her hand, almost looking as if she'd leave the mirror, "I wish I could comfort you, to let you know who Jareth really is, what he is like. Search your heart, the answer lies there."
Deja vu. This sounded so familar. "What do I do for now? How do I look at Jareth the same after this?"
The lady was silent, then spoke softly, "Peraps you should not. It may be wise, for the time being, that the two of you should not be alone together for a while."
"Jareth might not understand this."
The lady looked away for a moment and then faced her again, "He does now. Do not fear, child. He understands now though he won't remember how. Perhaps things will improve one day between the two of you? Then you will need to eventually tell him of these dreams. He needs to know."
"Perhaps. Thank you." There was a soft tapping at the door and the lady disappeared, "Be well, Sarah."
Hoggle peered in, "Sarah?"
Sarah returned the blankets to the bed and went to the door, "Hi, Hoggle."
Hoggled jumped a bit and then smiled, "You feelin' alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
He nodded, "Jareth thought you'd like some supper. You hungry?"
Sarah noticed for the first time that it was evening, as the sun was lowering in the sky. She nodded, "Sure."
When she got to the dining room, Jareth wasn't there. Not wishing to ask why, as she felt she already knew. She sat down at the table and looked at Hoggle near the door, "Aren't you joining me?"
"nah, I gots my own food back home. You enjoys yaself," and he left.
Feeling very alone, Sarah ate in silence, listening to the soft echo of her small movements. Well, she had her wish and did't see Jareth that evening or for the next few days. She felt bad. Perhaps she had been too hasty. But she couldn't look at him now, not the same way.
Then why did she still have the nagging feeling that she was missing something?
*~SFS~*
Chapter Seven
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Seduction
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Jareth ate silently. He looked carefully at Sarah and then back at his plate. She was very quiet. Was it something he had said? "Sarah?"
She suddenly seemed to come out of whatever state she was in, "Yes?"
"Are you okay? You seem... distant."
She looked down, "Oh, sorry. Just thinking. That's all."
He thought on this, nodding, "I was curious. Would you bee interested in a ride this afternoon?"
Sarah shivered, remembering her last ride. Jareth spoke quickly, "You wouldn't be alone this time. I would accompany you."
She smiled and nodded shyly, "Alright then."
Later after lunch they were galloping through the field, Sarah on Finn and Jareth on his own red chestnut horse, a sweet breeze blowing around them. They soon slowed to a trot and headed back to the gardens.
"Feeling better?"
Sarah smiled, taking in the air, "Yes, much. Thank you."
As they followed the wall, Sarah felt the familarity of the place. Suddenly, she choked, gasping for air and holding her chest in pain.
Jareth stared in shock and grabbed hold of her horses reins and his, sending them both running through the garden to the castle entrance. He dismounted and took Sarah down into his arms. She still couldn't breath and suddenly passed out. Jareth carried her quickly up the stairs to the nearest bedroom.
His.
Normally he would not have done so but she needed to be put somewhere comfortable. He lay her on his wine red bed and gently patted her cheeks, willing her awake. She suddenly gasped again, jerking up and clutching her chest. Jareth was frantic. He tried his powers but nothing worked.
Sarah was panicing. She saw Jareth before her and she felt she was in an unfamilar bed. His concerned eyes she saw but suddenly her vision blurred and she saw the hungry wolf grin from her first visit. She pushed away, gasping, "K-keep *cough* ...away!"
Jareth was baffled. What was wrong? "Sarah?" He reached out a hand.
She saw it as if he was trying to grab her, "No!" she coughed, rolling away. Jareth ran to the otherside to prevent her from falling. Sarah still saw the hungry look, dark as he chased her. She was trapped. Images flashed before her. Jareth mockling looking at her the first time they met, his questioning her what she thought of the labyrinth and then throwing a crystal to create the cleaners, his teasing expression as she wondered the bubble ballroom.
His haunted look as she spoke the first words.
And though she did not want to see it agan, the images of her being trapped as he had come at her, hungerly looking at her, dark and forboding. He was so close.
"No!" she yelled, waving her hands before her. Jareth looked at her eyes and saw them as pale white. He gasped. She wasn't seeing him. She was being folled, seeing something that wasn't there. And he felt it had something to do with him. It must be the dark evil Felara spoke of. What verified it was the fact that the claw mark scar glowed throguh Sarah's dress.
"I will not have you control her!" he thundered to no one. As Sarah still thrashed at nothing, Jareth threw a crystal into the air and it burst. A soft mist settled on Sarah and she suddenly stopped, her eyes returning normal, and fell softly onto the bed. The glow on her chest died.
Jareth quickly checked her pulse and breathing. She was alright, sighing with relief. The mist that had seetled on her would block any kind of enchantment that attacked her. What hurt was Sarah's apparent doubt still in her heart regarding him. He left her asleep in his room as he left. When he reached his throne room, he grew angry. Someone had once again tried to harm her and wanted to know why. He used his crystal to check on her one last time, seeing she was fine, and then disappeared, appearing in the garden to the spot where Sarah had first began choking. He looked at the wall they had been riding beside to where Sarah had grown nervous. She had apparently been here before.
The wall appeared normal but he knew otherwise. Nothing was normal in the labyrinth but it was he who controled those things. He walked alongside the wall, tracing his hand along until he felt a jolt. He jerked his gloved hand away. This part of the wall was different. He called a crystal and threw it at the wall. It went right through!
Jareth again touched the wall and it felt solid. Something wasn't right. "Open, damn it!" He hit the wall, ignoring the stinging pain from doing that.
Nothing happened. He called the crystal back and it came through again. He looked at it and it seemed normal, no different. Sending it away he glared at the wall. He took a leap and stood on the tall wall, gazing beyond it. He saw nothing but the large maze and woods beyond, before him. Nothing was different.
"Whoever you may be," he shouted to the air, his voice echoing, "If ever you dare harm her again, you will suffer pain more then has ever been known!"
nothing but a resounding echo replied. Upset, Jareth returned to his throne room. He felt his waring held no threat. This evil apparently didn't think much of his powers. It wanted Jareth gone and it would use Sarah. Or was it Sarah it wanted? Jareth was a little confused. So much that had happened, only coming at Sarah. He would have to do everything to protect her, Jareth had seen that. But he needed to find something that would really protect her. His powers only went so far.
He could not protect her thoughts. She had to do that on her own.
Jareth continued to sit in his quiet throne room, worring into the late of day.
* * *
"Damn you, Jareth!" A charge flared at the mirror, only to deflec and hit another glass ornament, shattering it to dust. The dark man seethed, glaring at the image of Jareth in deep thought. "Always interfering, it ticks me off!" He threw another charge and that one flew out the window. The man stopped, his hand steaming, "At this rate, I'll have burned out my house." He went tot eh mirror, casuing the image to disappear, "So, now he's block her physically from me. Alright, that may pose some trouble but all I really need is her mind."
He chuckled as his eyes glowed and he saw sarah lying asleep in a room.
* * *
Sarah groaned softly as she turned in the bed. Something felt different. She could feel the soft silk directly on her skin. She gaspee and opned her eyes. She was naked under the silk covers and looked to her side in shock, seeing a smirking Jareth leaning on hi elbow, also under the covers. From the appearance of his bare chest, Sarah assumed he was not clothed either. She squirmed away, clinging to the sheets and hugging them to her as she got out of the bed with the wine red silk sheets wrapped around her. She noticed candles buring everywhere in the room, "What are you doing here?"
Jareth chuckled, "Sarah, is it really that hard to see? I'm seducing you. You are lovely when you're helpless."
Sarah hugged herself tighter as he sat up, appearing as he might leave the bed too. "No," she raised her hand, "Please, just stay there."
"Now why should I do that?" He got up and Sarah clenched her eyes shut, peeking only once and realizing he was wearing knee length shorts. She sighed with relief. He chuckled darkly, coming to her as she tried to back away, almost stumbling on the sheets, "You will be a lot of fun."
"You mean..." "Of coarse I've done nothing yet. I like you awake. No fun otherwise."
Sarah blushed furiously, "Why are you doing this?"
"Oh, you know. I love a conquest. You have certainly been a challenge. You were right to doubt me. I'm not that trusting and frankly I'm tired of playing nice guy." He smiled wolfishly.
Sarah gave a small cry as she tripped on the sheets and fell backwards. Jareth was soon there atop her, grinning, "Wanna play cat and mouse?"
She squirmed to get away. He picked her up in his arms, casuing the sheets to wrapp tighter like a cocoon, stilling her movements with his look. Sarah had the familar feeling of being paralyzed like the first time. She could only feel tears of fear coming down her cheeks. Jareth set her on the bed, lying beside her and traced his hand where her tear had been and licking his fingers. "Remember that spell from before? How about we bring it back, hmmmm? Might make you more willing."
Sarah wanted to scream. Her voice wasn't working, she could do nothing. She shivered as Jareth slowly pulled the sheets from her, lower and lower. She pleaded with her eyes for him to stop. What had happened? Jareth had returned to his former self and it crushed her. She could feel the cold air on her chest, his hands on her face like ice as she closed her eyes.
She suddenly opened them with a start and sat up. She blinked at her unfamilar surroundings. She was on a bed, fully clothed.
A dream, she breathed. Just a horrible dream. She felt a small sting in her chest and then it was gone. She shivered, curling up against the pillows. What had she seen before? Her mind blurred of the events from before but she made a fool of herself.
She brought part of the covers over her, trying to warm up. The pillows, oh how much they smelled of Jareth. But her emotions were in turmoil now. Doubts fired in her mind after such a dream.
She crawled out of the bed, blankets wrapped about her shoulders and dragging behind her. She looked in a mirror and saw her beragged appearance. She then looked about her surroundings.
It was a large bedroom, a big fireplace at on wall, two glass doors leading out to a balconey and a dark rug on the floor. There was a wardrobe and an elegant table near by, as well as the tall four-post bed with dark curtains gathered at each post and a canopy above. But what caught her attention was a large elegantly silver framed full-length mirror on one wall. It seemed to sparkled as she neared it. When she stood before it, it glowed over and soon a tall white haired woman stood there, her hair down past her feet and a white silk dress gently hugging her. She had a gentle appearance and her forehead glowed though Sarah could not see it or her eyes. She could only see the lower half of her face. She blinked, looking curiouslly at the lady.
"Hello, Sarah. I have been waiting for you." Her voice was like a whispered echo.
Sarah was surprised. The lady almost seemed familar but she could not place her, "Who are you? How do you know me?"
"I wish I could answer these things, child. But like Felara, I cannot. You will learn on your own." The lady frowned sadly, "You do not dream well."
Sarah nodded, "I have such disturbing dreams, especially this last one. It's as if my doubts are growing stronger."
The lady nodded, "It is induced, I'm afraid. Sarah, you must fight these doubts. Jareth means you no harm." She reached out her hand, almost looking as if she'd leave the mirror, "I wish I could comfort you, to let you know who Jareth really is, what he is like. Search your heart, the answer lies there."
Deja vu. This sounded so familar. "What do I do for now? How do I look at Jareth the same after this?"
The lady was silent, then spoke softly, "Peraps you should not. It may be wise, for the time being, that the two of you should not be alone together for a while."
"Jareth might not understand this."
The lady looked away for a moment and then faced her again, "He does now. Do not fear, child. He understands now though he won't remember how. Perhaps things will improve one day between the two of you? Then you will need to eventually tell him of these dreams. He needs to know."
"Perhaps. Thank you." There was a soft tapping at the door and the lady disappeared, "Be well, Sarah."
Hoggle peered in, "Sarah?"
Sarah returned the blankets to the bed and went to the door, "Hi, Hoggle."
Hoggled jumped a bit and then smiled, "You feelin' alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
He nodded, "Jareth thought you'd like some supper. You hungry?"
Sarah noticed for the first time that it was evening, as the sun was lowering in the sky. She nodded, "Sure."
When she got to the dining room, Jareth wasn't there. Not wishing to ask why, as she felt she already knew. She sat down at the table and looked at Hoggle near the door, "Aren't you joining me?"
"nah, I gots my own food back home. You enjoys yaself," and he left.
Feeling very alone, Sarah ate in silence, listening to the soft echo of her small movements. Well, she had her wish and did't see Jareth that evening or for the next few days. She felt bad. Perhaps she had been too hasty. But she couldn't look at him now, not the same way.
Then why did she still have the nagging feeling that she was missing something?
