Sarah awoke, shivering in the damp coldness of her room.
What nerve, she thought huffily, Jareth could have at least given me a comfortable room. Then another thought hit her. Was there such a thing as a comfortable room in this stupid, dark castle? She gave a shudder and sighed, crossing her arms in a feeble attempt to make herself warmer.
In a sudden temper tantrum, Sarah picked up Jareth's annoyingly bright crystal which she had neglected on the ground up until now, and threw it through the closed window with a peace-breaking shatter. The noise alone sounded ten times worse now that it was silent as death outside. Instantaneously, the moonlight poured clearly onto the ground and Sarah gave a smug smile. "That's better."
"What's better?"
Sarah whipped around - so distracted by her swelling pride for breaking the dumb window that she didn't realize the presence of the Goblin King.
"What are you doing in here?" Sarah whispered harshly.
"First of all, this is MY castle," Jareth said plainly. "Second.. you almost pelted one of my Goblin servants with THIS," he pulled out the crystal Sarah had thrown.
Wondering how he had gotten up the crystal so fast and entered her room with impossible speed to be able to be at the scene of the crime only seconds afterwards, Sarah gave a snort.
"And you took me against my will and could at least respect my PRIVACY," she answered.
"Why such violence?" The Goblin King asked with sarcasm.
"I'm mad," Sarah replied, feeling stupider by the minute.
"At what?"
"Take a wild guess."
"Would you like a more comfortable room or not?" Jareth asked venomously.
"You HAVE those in this dump?" Sarah said in mock horror. Jareth turned to leave. "Wait!" Sarah called, "I didn't mean it, of course I want a better room!"
"You will still be locked in," Jareth informed.
"You don't trust me?" Sarah shot.
"I don't trust anyone, not even you, Sarah," Jareth replied. "And you can't fool me - I know you would escape the first chance you get." Sarah muttered under her breath, obviously disappointed that she was being so heavily guarded and that her chances of escape were close to impossible.
In a whirl of fast-moving colors, Jareth and Sarah were suddenly surrounded by a cozy little room dimly lit by candle light. Unlike the prison cell Sarah had just come from, this room had a bed, and even a window looking down to the court yard far below the tower place.
"Can't you WALK anywhere?" Sarah grumbled.
"No thank you?" Jareth wondered.
"Thanks," Sarah said sufferingly.
Jareth nodded once in satisfaction and strode across the room to open the door. "Sarah, I really do hope you'll find comfort here - your friend won't be to the castle for maybe another day or two at the rate he's going."
"Yeah, I might," Sarah breathed. "But don't get your hopes up."
Jareth smirked and left the room. Before he was out of sight, Sarah caught a glimpse of his eyes, reflecting the dancing flames which flickered, threatening to blow out. She rolled her eyes and flopped down on the bed, blowing out the candles and falling asleep, now more comfortable than she had been earlier. At least it was warmer.
* * * * * * * * * *
Sarah awoke to strange birds singing a haunting song outside the window, and untangling herself from a mass of warm sheets, she stumbled to the window and shooed them away. She peered around the room to find a clock on the wall which read 8:30. Sarah groaned and rubbed her eyes, peering in the mirror set up for her on top of a vanity. Her hair was a poofy mess and she looked more tired than she really was.
"I hope there are some clean clothes to wear," Sarah muttered to herself, tearing open the closet doors to find the tiny space empty. Not a hanger was hung on the bar inside, and she sighed and grumbled, "Figures."
Though, suddenly as if triggered by her appearance in the sliding-doorway, one outfit displayed itself in the back corner of the closet. She could have missed it the first time she looked, but yet again, things had an odd tendency to just pop up out of nowhere here. The clothing was plain - hardly different from the one she had worn the year before to the Labyrinth. In fact, when she looked closely at it, it was an exact copy of the outfit she had worn during her earlier adventure.
With no other choice, Sarah dressed out of her stinky, wrinkled, slept-in clothes to jump into the nice-fitting outfit from the closet. Now she had nothing better to do but wait.
Obviously, waiting didn't last long, and merely five minutes into patiently wishing for someone to come because she was starving, she began to daydream out the window. The sun was bright, and the court yard was even a little bit pretty without cannons lining the outskirts... a fountain stood in the middle that she had missed seeing the last time she had come to the castle in pursuit of her brother. It squirted a nice stream of water from the non- distinct-shaped spout.
"Happy?"
Sarah turned around to find Jareth at the door with a tray of food in his hands. "Can you enter a room any other way than just appearing out of nowhere?" Sarah asked in no apparent tone.
"I can't help that you refuse to hear a person coming," Jareth shrugged, twirling the balanced tray around and setting it down on the bed easily. "Breakfast is served."
"YES!" Sarah leapt to her bed and stared at the food that sat in front of her, chowing down on all her favorite early morning goodies. "It's surprising," she said between bites, "that you have normal food 'round here."
Jareth just smirked and stood there. As Sarah continued to eat, she got the uncomfortable feeling that he was watching her eat.
She looked up to see him staring right at her. "What? Do you mind?" He did nothing. "Would you quit staring at me like that?" Sarah asked puzzled, setting her plate down and looking quizzically at the Goblin King.
"Like what?" He asked quietly.
"Like I've got a potato growing out of my forehead," she answered.
Like a cat, he slowly stepped across the room to where Sarah sat.
"Geesh, that's FAR enough, Bud," Sarah said in surprise, standing up abruptly to steer away from him.
He continued his hypnotic stare, which Sarah returned weirdly, then softening her glare, she smirked.
"Are you okay?" She asked sarcastically.
"Sarah, you've got the most gorgeous eyes," Jareth remarked coolly. She almost laughed, despite his kind words - was this really Jareth talking? The die-hard Goblin King?
"Um.. thanks," Sarah whispered meekly, not sure what was going on.
Jareth took one more step which lead to his being right in front of Sarah, still staring at her.
Sarah took a step back. "Stop it, you're getting too close-" she started. But she couldn't finish her sentence because Jareth's lips were suddenly pressed against hers, making it a little bit hard for her to speak at the moment.
The most surprising part of the whole scene, though, was after a moment of disapproval where Sarah almost tried to make a break for the bed, Jareth stopped her, and she relaxed as she felt that power radiating from his aura again, sure that he was playing some game of mind-tricks. But all her thoughts finally left her, and at long last, she returned a damn good kiss right back to him.
A/N: Well, I dunno if you consider this a cliffy, but you DUNNO what I have in store for Xander.. eheheh... thanks all, for waiting! :)
What nerve, she thought huffily, Jareth could have at least given me a comfortable room. Then another thought hit her. Was there such a thing as a comfortable room in this stupid, dark castle? She gave a shudder and sighed, crossing her arms in a feeble attempt to make herself warmer.
In a sudden temper tantrum, Sarah picked up Jareth's annoyingly bright crystal which she had neglected on the ground up until now, and threw it through the closed window with a peace-breaking shatter. The noise alone sounded ten times worse now that it was silent as death outside. Instantaneously, the moonlight poured clearly onto the ground and Sarah gave a smug smile. "That's better."
"What's better?"
Sarah whipped around - so distracted by her swelling pride for breaking the dumb window that she didn't realize the presence of the Goblin King.
"What are you doing in here?" Sarah whispered harshly.
"First of all, this is MY castle," Jareth said plainly. "Second.. you almost pelted one of my Goblin servants with THIS," he pulled out the crystal Sarah had thrown.
Wondering how he had gotten up the crystal so fast and entered her room with impossible speed to be able to be at the scene of the crime only seconds afterwards, Sarah gave a snort.
"And you took me against my will and could at least respect my PRIVACY," she answered.
"Why such violence?" The Goblin King asked with sarcasm.
"I'm mad," Sarah replied, feeling stupider by the minute.
"At what?"
"Take a wild guess."
"Would you like a more comfortable room or not?" Jareth asked venomously.
"You HAVE those in this dump?" Sarah said in mock horror. Jareth turned to leave. "Wait!" Sarah called, "I didn't mean it, of course I want a better room!"
"You will still be locked in," Jareth informed.
"You don't trust me?" Sarah shot.
"I don't trust anyone, not even you, Sarah," Jareth replied. "And you can't fool me - I know you would escape the first chance you get." Sarah muttered under her breath, obviously disappointed that she was being so heavily guarded and that her chances of escape were close to impossible.
In a whirl of fast-moving colors, Jareth and Sarah were suddenly surrounded by a cozy little room dimly lit by candle light. Unlike the prison cell Sarah had just come from, this room had a bed, and even a window looking down to the court yard far below the tower place.
"Can't you WALK anywhere?" Sarah grumbled.
"No thank you?" Jareth wondered.
"Thanks," Sarah said sufferingly.
Jareth nodded once in satisfaction and strode across the room to open the door. "Sarah, I really do hope you'll find comfort here - your friend won't be to the castle for maybe another day or two at the rate he's going."
"Yeah, I might," Sarah breathed. "But don't get your hopes up."
Jareth smirked and left the room. Before he was out of sight, Sarah caught a glimpse of his eyes, reflecting the dancing flames which flickered, threatening to blow out. She rolled her eyes and flopped down on the bed, blowing out the candles and falling asleep, now more comfortable than she had been earlier. At least it was warmer.
* * * * * * * * * *
Sarah awoke to strange birds singing a haunting song outside the window, and untangling herself from a mass of warm sheets, she stumbled to the window and shooed them away. She peered around the room to find a clock on the wall which read 8:30. Sarah groaned and rubbed her eyes, peering in the mirror set up for her on top of a vanity. Her hair was a poofy mess and she looked more tired than she really was.
"I hope there are some clean clothes to wear," Sarah muttered to herself, tearing open the closet doors to find the tiny space empty. Not a hanger was hung on the bar inside, and she sighed and grumbled, "Figures."
Though, suddenly as if triggered by her appearance in the sliding-doorway, one outfit displayed itself in the back corner of the closet. She could have missed it the first time she looked, but yet again, things had an odd tendency to just pop up out of nowhere here. The clothing was plain - hardly different from the one she had worn the year before to the Labyrinth. In fact, when she looked closely at it, it was an exact copy of the outfit she had worn during her earlier adventure.
With no other choice, Sarah dressed out of her stinky, wrinkled, slept-in clothes to jump into the nice-fitting outfit from the closet. Now she had nothing better to do but wait.
Obviously, waiting didn't last long, and merely five minutes into patiently wishing for someone to come because she was starving, she began to daydream out the window. The sun was bright, and the court yard was even a little bit pretty without cannons lining the outskirts... a fountain stood in the middle that she had missed seeing the last time she had come to the castle in pursuit of her brother. It squirted a nice stream of water from the non- distinct-shaped spout.
"Happy?"
Sarah turned around to find Jareth at the door with a tray of food in his hands. "Can you enter a room any other way than just appearing out of nowhere?" Sarah asked in no apparent tone.
"I can't help that you refuse to hear a person coming," Jareth shrugged, twirling the balanced tray around and setting it down on the bed easily. "Breakfast is served."
"YES!" Sarah leapt to her bed and stared at the food that sat in front of her, chowing down on all her favorite early morning goodies. "It's surprising," she said between bites, "that you have normal food 'round here."
Jareth just smirked and stood there. As Sarah continued to eat, she got the uncomfortable feeling that he was watching her eat.
She looked up to see him staring right at her. "What? Do you mind?" He did nothing. "Would you quit staring at me like that?" Sarah asked puzzled, setting her plate down and looking quizzically at the Goblin King.
"Like what?" He asked quietly.
"Like I've got a potato growing out of my forehead," she answered.
Like a cat, he slowly stepped across the room to where Sarah sat.
"Geesh, that's FAR enough, Bud," Sarah said in surprise, standing up abruptly to steer away from him.
He continued his hypnotic stare, which Sarah returned weirdly, then softening her glare, she smirked.
"Are you okay?" She asked sarcastically.
"Sarah, you've got the most gorgeous eyes," Jareth remarked coolly. She almost laughed, despite his kind words - was this really Jareth talking? The die-hard Goblin King?
"Um.. thanks," Sarah whispered meekly, not sure what was going on.
Jareth took one more step which lead to his being right in front of Sarah, still staring at her.
Sarah took a step back. "Stop it, you're getting too close-" she started. But she couldn't finish her sentence because Jareth's lips were suddenly pressed against hers, making it a little bit hard for her to speak at the moment.
The most surprising part of the whole scene, though, was after a moment of disapproval where Sarah almost tried to make a break for the bed, Jareth stopped her, and she relaxed as she felt that power radiating from his aura again, sure that he was playing some game of mind-tricks. But all her thoughts finally left her, and at long last, she returned a damn good kiss right back to him.
A/N: Well, I dunno if you consider this a cliffy, but you DUNNO what I have in store for Xander.. eheheh... thanks all, for waiting! :)
