Sorry it took awhile to get this one up. My muse (Reinen) was occupied with other matters. He says he going to try and show up more often so I can write. Still own nothing though. Ah well.
Jareth turned from his window and kicked a goblin into the air as if scuttled past. He flopped down in his throne, one leg hung over the arm and the other still planted on the ground. He created a crystal and peered into it, watching Sarah walk out of a knife shop. He had found out over the past few days that Sarah had a fascination with blades. She worked in the mid-evil section in a museum, giving kids tours and such.
He threw the crystal and it shattered against a wall, scaring some of the goblins into jitters. He had gone every night to visit her for the past few weeks now, each time at the hour of mid-night. It meant nothing really but he thought it gave it a more magical feel.
He ran a hand though his hair. He liked this style. Perhaps he keep it once all this business was over. Sarah had told him that she liked his hair. He had told her that she could call him when ever she wanted to see it. She had laughed at that. He had told her each time he saw her to call if ever she needed him. She should be calling soon. When she reached her apartment she would call him. Then the plan would really start to roll.
He picked up a dart off the floor and nailed a goblin in the butt then laughed for several minutes. Life was good.
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Sarah walked into her apartment and flicked on the light...but nothing happened. She set down her bags and walked into the kitchen to get a flashlight. Suddenly hands hit her down onto the floor. She struggled to see into the blackness. A fist crashed into her stomach twice and then into her face. Dazed, she felt a hand stuff a gag into her mouth. Tears formed in her eyes as the hands slammed into her body again and again. She was flung up against the stove top and then into the refrigerator.
She with a shaking hand she pulled out the gag and yelled for help. The mugger didn't seem to mind that the gag was gone and continued to hit her. The pain was almost overwhelming. She screamed again. A gravely voice told her to shut up. This went on for several minutes until she lay limp on the kitchen floor.
The big hands ripped off her shirt and began to roam over her bare skin. She whimpered and was struck in the face again. She had cried out for help but no one had heard her.
She could only think of one thing to do.
"Jareth..."she cried weakly as the hands began to pull off her pants.
There was a flash of light. The mugger was gone and gentle hands picked her up and held her against a chest. She curled up against it, knowing it was Jareth and passed out, gratefully, in his arms.
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Jareth was practically humming as he took Sarah to his bed chambers. The orc he had sent to scare her had worked...better than he had thought it would. He had watched her through the crystal with great joy. Her face was battered and beat, but nothing was broken. He didn't want the injuries to be permanent, just painful.
After washing the dried blood from her skin he dressed her in white silk pajamas and lay her down in his bed. Now came the acting.
He left her in is chambers with a sleeping spell on her while he went about his kingly business. Yes...life was good.
Jareth turned from his window and kicked a goblin into the air as if scuttled past. He flopped down in his throne, one leg hung over the arm and the other still planted on the ground. He created a crystal and peered into it, watching Sarah walk out of a knife shop. He had found out over the past few days that Sarah had a fascination with blades. She worked in the mid-evil section in a museum, giving kids tours and such.
He threw the crystal and it shattered against a wall, scaring some of the goblins into jitters. He had gone every night to visit her for the past few weeks now, each time at the hour of mid-night. It meant nothing really but he thought it gave it a more magical feel.
He ran a hand though his hair. He liked this style. Perhaps he keep it once all this business was over. Sarah had told him that she liked his hair. He had told her that she could call him when ever she wanted to see it. She had laughed at that. He had told her each time he saw her to call if ever she needed him. She should be calling soon. When she reached her apartment she would call him. Then the plan would really start to roll.
He picked up a dart off the floor and nailed a goblin in the butt then laughed for several minutes. Life was good.
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Sarah walked into her apartment and flicked on the light...but nothing happened. She set down her bags and walked into the kitchen to get a flashlight. Suddenly hands hit her down onto the floor. She struggled to see into the blackness. A fist crashed into her stomach twice and then into her face. Dazed, she felt a hand stuff a gag into her mouth. Tears formed in her eyes as the hands slammed into her body again and again. She was flung up against the stove top and then into the refrigerator.
She with a shaking hand she pulled out the gag and yelled for help. The mugger didn't seem to mind that the gag was gone and continued to hit her. The pain was almost overwhelming. She screamed again. A gravely voice told her to shut up. This went on for several minutes until she lay limp on the kitchen floor.
The big hands ripped off her shirt and began to roam over her bare skin. She whimpered and was struck in the face again. She had cried out for help but no one had heard her.
She could only think of one thing to do.
"Jareth..."she cried weakly as the hands began to pull off her pants.
There was a flash of light. The mugger was gone and gentle hands picked her up and held her against a chest. She curled up against it, knowing it was Jareth and passed out, gratefully, in his arms.
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Jareth was practically humming as he took Sarah to his bed chambers. The orc he had sent to scare her had worked...better than he had thought it would. He had watched her through the crystal with great joy. Her face was battered and beat, but nothing was broken. He didn't want the injuries to be permanent, just painful.
After washing the dried blood from her skin he dressed her in white silk pajamas and lay her down in his bed. Now came the acting.
He left her in is chambers with a sleeping spell on her while he went about his kingly business. Yes...life was good.