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Corrin looked enviously at a sleeping Katheriene. She sighed and went into her too-small kitchen to find some hopefully-not-too-old orange juice. She ran her hands over her still-flat stomach and imagined she could feel it growing beneath her fingers. "I wish the goblins would come and take you away. Right now."
There was a loud crash and a now sleepy but not sleeping Katheriene told her not to drop stuff. Corrin didn't bother to tell Katheriene she hadn't as she stood frozen, still-alright orange juice raised to too-full lips.
"I think it's a bit early for that, don't you?" said a creepily familiar voice from behind her.
She wheeled around, frightened and furious at the sight of Greg. Or it was almost Greg. He was taller, his hair was longer and somehow blonder and he was dressed like someone out of the Renaissance. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in my home? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Greg smirked, "Who the fuck do you think I am? As I was saying, it's a smidge too early for the goblins to take the child away."
He lifted himself easily onto her counter and relaxed himself.
"Get out, you freak. You fucking followed me home and, oh God. Please don't hurt me." Corey backed into a small corner made by her refrigerator and her counter and held herself. "Just please don't hurt me, what do you want? You can have anything, but just don't hurt me or Katheriene. No, fuck it, you can hurt me but don't hurt Katheriene." She couldn't make her shaking subside. He'd seemed nice enough at 319 but now he was in her kitchen and she didn't have anyone or anything to protect herself and Katheriene.
"I didn't follow you home, you called me here." He wasn't bothering to hide his amusement.
"You're. . .? You've got to be kidding me. That's fiction."
"Not really. No fantasy really is fiction anymore, I'm afraid. It's just that the authors are insane enough to have seen into other realms, or lucky and unlucky enough to have been there."
"Should I call you Jareth then? Or Goblin King? Is there something else you go by now? How's Sarah? I still say you're absolutely fucking insane. Hopefully you're harmless."
Jareth or Greg smiled and ran a gloved hand over her inexactly beautiful cheek. "You can call me Jareth if that's what you're most comfortable with. I'm not here to hurt you Corey, I'm here to do what you asked of me. I'm sorry to say that I'm not harmless. As for Sarah, I don't know how she is, but I believe you talked to her earlier today."
"Excuse me? Jareth, you're a fucking nutter."
Jareth smiled and pulled Corrin close to him. She struggled, but he was far too strong for her. Oh, shit, I'm going to get raped or killed and this guy is insane and I don't really know who he is and shit, shit, shit.
"I'm merely telling you what you already know. Who thought you would be calling on me for help? She should have just left you with me, you'd be much happier and a bit more well-adjusted as a goblin."
Jareth let go of Corrin and she stumbled backwards and sat down on the floor feeling impossibly small and scared. "What do you mean?"
"Your mother," Jareth sighed in exasperation, "was Sarah. I know her name is not Sarah, but you're not exactly Toby now are you?"
"That's just a movie. What I think I remember was just a dream, I know it was just a dream."
"Tch, tch." Jareth made his most concerned face. "Some facts were changed, some words were minced, but your mother wished you away in a moment of anger and got you back with pure luck. I was considering getting to her through you, but you're much more fascinating to look at so I think I'll simply stick with you."
"Fuck you. My mother is the most amazing person ever born. Please go away, whoever you are. You have no power over me."
Jareth laughed so hard he couldn't breathe. He was amused, annoyed, impressed, and charmed by Corrin. She insisted her mother was the most amazing person ever born, beautiful inexactly, funny.
"Why are you still here?" moaned Corrin. She shifted between being frightened, flattered, and annoyed every five seconds.
"That won't work for you, Corey, love. You were in my home for nearly thirteen hours, so I do have a bit of power over you. Those are the rules."
"Please leave me, I'm miserable enough without being taunted by some horrible Goblin King!"
Jareth looked at her, genuinely hurt. "I'm not horrible! I'm mean well, I work with good intentions, but rules are rules. And as the rules are, I'm stuck with you for another seven months, I have power over you"
Corrin looked at him, angry and shocked and still frightened. "You are?"
And he was.
"Are you going to come with me, or must I come back in seven months?"
She would go with him, but she needed to take care of a few things first.
Corrin looked enviously at a sleeping Katheriene. She sighed and went into her too-small kitchen to find some hopefully-not-too-old orange juice. She ran her hands over her still-flat stomach and imagined she could feel it growing beneath her fingers. "I wish the goblins would come and take you away. Right now."
There was a loud crash and a now sleepy but not sleeping Katheriene told her not to drop stuff. Corrin didn't bother to tell Katheriene she hadn't as she stood frozen, still-alright orange juice raised to too-full lips.
"I think it's a bit early for that, don't you?" said a creepily familiar voice from behind her.
She wheeled around, frightened and furious at the sight of Greg. Or it was almost Greg. He was taller, his hair was longer and somehow blonder and he was dressed like someone out of the Renaissance. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in my home? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Greg smirked, "Who the fuck do you think I am? As I was saying, it's a smidge too early for the goblins to take the child away."
He lifted himself easily onto her counter and relaxed himself.
"Get out, you freak. You fucking followed me home and, oh God. Please don't hurt me." Corey backed into a small corner made by her refrigerator and her counter and held herself. "Just please don't hurt me, what do you want? You can have anything, but just don't hurt me or Katheriene. No, fuck it, you can hurt me but don't hurt Katheriene." She couldn't make her shaking subside. He'd seemed nice enough at 319 but now he was in her kitchen and she didn't have anyone or anything to protect herself and Katheriene.
"I didn't follow you home, you called me here." He wasn't bothering to hide his amusement.
"You're. . .? You've got to be kidding me. That's fiction."
"Not really. No fantasy really is fiction anymore, I'm afraid. It's just that the authors are insane enough to have seen into other realms, or lucky and unlucky enough to have been there."
"Should I call you Jareth then? Or Goblin King? Is there something else you go by now? How's Sarah? I still say you're absolutely fucking insane. Hopefully you're harmless."
Jareth or Greg smiled and ran a gloved hand over her inexactly beautiful cheek. "You can call me Jareth if that's what you're most comfortable with. I'm not here to hurt you Corey, I'm here to do what you asked of me. I'm sorry to say that I'm not harmless. As for Sarah, I don't know how she is, but I believe you talked to her earlier today."
"Excuse me? Jareth, you're a fucking nutter."
Jareth smiled and pulled Corrin close to him. She struggled, but he was far too strong for her. Oh, shit, I'm going to get raped or killed and this guy is insane and I don't really know who he is and shit, shit, shit.
"I'm merely telling you what you already know. Who thought you would be calling on me for help? She should have just left you with me, you'd be much happier and a bit more well-adjusted as a goblin."
Jareth let go of Corrin and she stumbled backwards and sat down on the floor feeling impossibly small and scared. "What do you mean?"
"Your mother," Jareth sighed in exasperation, "was Sarah. I know her name is not Sarah, but you're not exactly Toby now are you?"
"That's just a movie. What I think I remember was just a dream, I know it was just a dream."
"Tch, tch." Jareth made his most concerned face. "Some facts were changed, some words were minced, but your mother wished you away in a moment of anger and got you back with pure luck. I was considering getting to her through you, but you're much more fascinating to look at so I think I'll simply stick with you."
"Fuck you. My mother is the most amazing person ever born. Please go away, whoever you are. You have no power over me."
Jareth laughed so hard he couldn't breathe. He was amused, annoyed, impressed, and charmed by Corrin. She insisted her mother was the most amazing person ever born, beautiful inexactly, funny.
"Why are you still here?" moaned Corrin. She shifted between being frightened, flattered, and annoyed every five seconds.
"That won't work for you, Corey, love. You were in my home for nearly thirteen hours, so I do have a bit of power over you. Those are the rules."
"Please leave me, I'm miserable enough without being taunted by some horrible Goblin King!"
Jareth looked at her, genuinely hurt. "I'm not horrible! I'm mean well, I work with good intentions, but rules are rules. And as the rules are, I'm stuck with you for another seven months, I have power over you"
Corrin looked at him, angry and shocked and still frightened. "You are?"
And he was.
"Are you going to come with me, or must I come back in seven months?"
She would go with him, but she needed to take care of a few things first.