Jareth smirked, and flung his crystal up in the air with careless
precision, for it to be suspended in limbo on his laugh. He had the perfect
plan that would show Sarah how things where outside of the story in the
real world of real life.
Belief is a wonderful thing.
***
Sarah hugged herself as she stepped inside of her room.
It had been magical. He, David had taken her to an expensive and romantic restaurant. Soft, classical music had coloured the background, spicing the background with fairy wings while delicious foods where placed in front of her as she and David talked.
Slipping out of her moderate black heels she padded to her chipped bathroom mirror to unclasp her long hair. Instead she gazed into her dreamy, reflected eyes and thought...
David. His roguish brown hair and warm eyes. His supple just right body and his angular yet softly shaped face that had tilted towards her, listening intently and attentively to each word she said, allowing each sentence to process before coming up with an amazing reply.
They'd talked of every topic under the sun, and his fine, full lips had brought every one of them to life with jewel like clarity. His gentle flirting had been heaven to Sarah's normally deaf senses and his compliments had made her blush and giggle with pleasure.
And his good night kiss. Oh, his sweet kiss as he left her at her door. Absolute and complete perfection with just the right amount of passion that pushed the gentleness and tenderness to the fore. It made her soul ache for more.
She carefully avoided the other thought of the only other possible comparison. It might bring him, along with the adage, be careful for what you wish for because you might just get it.
With practised ease she was thinking of David within the space of heartbeat, dreaming of how his hands would make her body feel. Dreaming of how he'd love her. She let her dress drop to the floor and crawled into her bed so as she dreamed she would feel warm, safe, comfortable and supported.
Love had to come from else where.
***
Jareth nodded in satisfaction. He had the leeway to do as he willed. He sent his goblins out. Sometimes the old ways and traditions where just as good, if not better than the new.
***
David smiled to the shadows. Sarah was amazing. Feisty, spirited, bright, witty, funny intelligent and above all, she like him. It was all to perfect to be convenient. It was a pity really that she...
He sat up in alarm, spilling his cocoon of sheets and blankets to as he heard voices. Voices that whispered, giggling like suppressed school kids full of cruel pranks and dangerous play with mirth and mocking. Black shadows scuttled within the expected contours of his room.
"What the..." David broke off, from what would have been pointless, meaningless human curses and stared at the enemy. The one they where to fight against till death took them all. The one that wanted to take and control all since his downfall. The one that had ruled all.
He winced as the laughter scrapped his insides, his most private thoughts and dreams like destroying shards of glass, or overlong, stained and cracked finger nails that flicked off into the void as the gnarled hand scrapped them down the blackboard of nightmares.
The blond haystack of hair, highlighted by the lightening in a clear, starry night sky leaned to one side. "So you're one of /them/." David swallowed past the block in his throat.
"I..." he gave up on denial, feeling the dirty, lowly mortal he was. "How are you here? You should only come when fuelled by summons that have belief!"
Mocking invading laughter. It still shredded his head. "But I /do/ have belief. Sarah believes... /My/ Sarah."
David felt the fear douse him like a shot of ice. "You...you leave her alone!" he yelled, panicked.
"Tsk tsk" Jareth tutted, in his exaggerated, derisive English accent. He shook his head slowly from side to side. "You should know that the world is /mine/. It is after all nothing but a tainted, distorted mirror image of the real world." The menace and threat in his tone made David take a physical step back.
A mistake.
Jareth pressed his advantage till David tripped and sprawled on the floor, belly up. The soft, cruel voice dropped down on him like a Blitz. "It was very clever of you rebels to try and weaken me, by placing me in a fairy tale, attempting to force belief on idols of Gods that now shadow the fringes. But in your cleverness you should have known that it couldn't have lasted for long." Jareth leaned closer, and David could only see the blazing players orbs nearing his own face, until all he could hear was the last statement. "I /am/ Master of all."
***
Sarah fidgeted through her lectures. Just five hours to go until she could meet with David. She smiled a dreamy smile, and her eyes went vacant in inner peace as she drifted in dreamland. No one in her crowd was here to question her. All they knew was she had a serious boyfriend. They had been haunting her phone trying to pry details but Sarah had been oblivious to their jealous efforts.
Sarah noted that people where leaving, heading fast for the exit. /Oh lucky people,/ she thought enviously, /that only have one lecture a month./ What had possessed her to take this course? She flicked her hair over her white top in a physical dismissal and hurried out to the canteen.
***
David was late. Sarah was worried that something had happened to him and that he had stood her up. She decided to call him. She impatiently punched his mobile number into hers and waited. She got his voice mail. It was kind of sweet, but not the point at this moment... She tried his home number. Still no answer. Perhaps she should find a friend of his.
Twenty minutes later Sarah had run out of David related people to call and was very worried. With a burning sense of haste that spread form the pit of her stomach she knew that something wasn't right. She ran as best she could in heels to catch the bus to check his apartment. She prayed he was there, but her inner-self told her he wouldn't be.
***
Jareth smirked; it was all going to plan. But to be careful nothing would be taken forgranted. Not like last time.
***
Sarah felt like crying. David wasn't anywhere! She entered her apartment dejected and confused. Where could he be? Didn't he want to see her? Was he laughing at her like the rest? Was he ill or dead or worse?
She pushed the door shut and limply flopped on her bed, only to jump up with a shriek, as she lay on something soft. She leapt up and gasped as she viewed her best-suppressed dream. Her worst nightmare.
"Jareth?" she questioned shakily. "What?"
He raised his eyebrows mockingly at her; "don't you want to see David again?"
***
The shadow perked its imaginary ears. "David." One of them, one of the freedom fighters. The one who had been sent to take what the Goblin King held dear. In this game sacrifices had to be made, but their memory would be avenged if anything happened to him.
***
"Don't you dare!" she screamed at him.
"Now come Sarah. Is that a dare?"
She looked at him hesitantly, her brown eyes wide in fear and apprehension. "No." she said, in almost a whisper. "What have you done to him?" she almost pleaded.
"Nothing that he didn't deserve." Jareth smiled with satisfaction. She was getting angry again.
"How are you to know what /people/ deserve or not!" she hissed at him, strong emotion sparking from her eyes and hair as it swayed in the breeze, like a flag of revenge, a young soldier going into battle for the first time, for all that she held dear.
"Because," he growled tauntingly, "I am King of all."
The sheer arrogance of the man! Sarah couldn't believe it! But he'd said something similar to he before, "I /am/ the Mirror Master." She growled in sheer frustration. What was she to do?
Jareth cocked his head and gave her his most blatant sexy smile. "You have thirteen hours to run the labyrinth, because I'm so generous." He smirked at that.
/Well/, Sarah thought, /if he wants to repeat the past, so be it/. "That's not fair," she stated calmly, "I didn't wish it."
Jareth ignored her. "If you don't', you'll never see him again." He faded, with the clock. Sarah swore in defeat. She had no shoes and was in a short, slinky dress.
"Just fucking great." She sighed, /you know the drill girl, get you're feet moving/! She brightened, she might see Hoggle! And Ludo and Didymus with Ambrosias! She hobbled to the outer wall of the Labyrinth.
***
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Belief is a wonderful thing.
***
Sarah hugged herself as she stepped inside of her room.
It had been magical. He, David had taken her to an expensive and romantic restaurant. Soft, classical music had coloured the background, spicing the background with fairy wings while delicious foods where placed in front of her as she and David talked.
Slipping out of her moderate black heels she padded to her chipped bathroom mirror to unclasp her long hair. Instead she gazed into her dreamy, reflected eyes and thought...
David. His roguish brown hair and warm eyes. His supple just right body and his angular yet softly shaped face that had tilted towards her, listening intently and attentively to each word she said, allowing each sentence to process before coming up with an amazing reply.
They'd talked of every topic under the sun, and his fine, full lips had brought every one of them to life with jewel like clarity. His gentle flirting had been heaven to Sarah's normally deaf senses and his compliments had made her blush and giggle with pleasure.
And his good night kiss. Oh, his sweet kiss as he left her at her door. Absolute and complete perfection with just the right amount of passion that pushed the gentleness and tenderness to the fore. It made her soul ache for more.
She carefully avoided the other thought of the only other possible comparison. It might bring him, along with the adage, be careful for what you wish for because you might just get it.
With practised ease she was thinking of David within the space of heartbeat, dreaming of how his hands would make her body feel. Dreaming of how he'd love her. She let her dress drop to the floor and crawled into her bed so as she dreamed she would feel warm, safe, comfortable and supported.
Love had to come from else where.
***
Jareth nodded in satisfaction. He had the leeway to do as he willed. He sent his goblins out. Sometimes the old ways and traditions where just as good, if not better than the new.
***
David smiled to the shadows. Sarah was amazing. Feisty, spirited, bright, witty, funny intelligent and above all, she like him. It was all to perfect to be convenient. It was a pity really that she...
He sat up in alarm, spilling his cocoon of sheets and blankets to as he heard voices. Voices that whispered, giggling like suppressed school kids full of cruel pranks and dangerous play with mirth and mocking. Black shadows scuttled within the expected contours of his room.
"What the..." David broke off, from what would have been pointless, meaningless human curses and stared at the enemy. The one they where to fight against till death took them all. The one that wanted to take and control all since his downfall. The one that had ruled all.
He winced as the laughter scrapped his insides, his most private thoughts and dreams like destroying shards of glass, or overlong, stained and cracked finger nails that flicked off into the void as the gnarled hand scrapped them down the blackboard of nightmares.
The blond haystack of hair, highlighted by the lightening in a clear, starry night sky leaned to one side. "So you're one of /them/." David swallowed past the block in his throat.
"I..." he gave up on denial, feeling the dirty, lowly mortal he was. "How are you here? You should only come when fuelled by summons that have belief!"
Mocking invading laughter. It still shredded his head. "But I /do/ have belief. Sarah believes... /My/ Sarah."
David felt the fear douse him like a shot of ice. "You...you leave her alone!" he yelled, panicked.
"Tsk tsk" Jareth tutted, in his exaggerated, derisive English accent. He shook his head slowly from side to side. "You should know that the world is /mine/. It is after all nothing but a tainted, distorted mirror image of the real world." The menace and threat in his tone made David take a physical step back.
A mistake.
Jareth pressed his advantage till David tripped and sprawled on the floor, belly up. The soft, cruel voice dropped down on him like a Blitz. "It was very clever of you rebels to try and weaken me, by placing me in a fairy tale, attempting to force belief on idols of Gods that now shadow the fringes. But in your cleverness you should have known that it couldn't have lasted for long." Jareth leaned closer, and David could only see the blazing players orbs nearing his own face, until all he could hear was the last statement. "I /am/ Master of all."
***
Sarah fidgeted through her lectures. Just five hours to go until she could meet with David. She smiled a dreamy smile, and her eyes went vacant in inner peace as she drifted in dreamland. No one in her crowd was here to question her. All they knew was she had a serious boyfriend. They had been haunting her phone trying to pry details but Sarah had been oblivious to their jealous efforts.
Sarah noted that people where leaving, heading fast for the exit. /Oh lucky people,/ she thought enviously, /that only have one lecture a month./ What had possessed her to take this course? She flicked her hair over her white top in a physical dismissal and hurried out to the canteen.
***
David was late. Sarah was worried that something had happened to him and that he had stood her up. She decided to call him. She impatiently punched his mobile number into hers and waited. She got his voice mail. It was kind of sweet, but not the point at this moment... She tried his home number. Still no answer. Perhaps she should find a friend of his.
Twenty minutes later Sarah had run out of David related people to call and was very worried. With a burning sense of haste that spread form the pit of her stomach she knew that something wasn't right. She ran as best she could in heels to catch the bus to check his apartment. She prayed he was there, but her inner-self told her he wouldn't be.
***
Jareth smirked; it was all going to plan. But to be careful nothing would be taken forgranted. Not like last time.
***
Sarah felt like crying. David wasn't anywhere! She entered her apartment dejected and confused. Where could he be? Didn't he want to see her? Was he laughing at her like the rest? Was he ill or dead or worse?
She pushed the door shut and limply flopped on her bed, only to jump up with a shriek, as she lay on something soft. She leapt up and gasped as she viewed her best-suppressed dream. Her worst nightmare.
"Jareth?" she questioned shakily. "What?"
He raised his eyebrows mockingly at her; "don't you want to see David again?"
***
The shadow perked its imaginary ears. "David." One of them, one of the freedom fighters. The one who had been sent to take what the Goblin King held dear. In this game sacrifices had to be made, but their memory would be avenged if anything happened to him.
***
"Don't you dare!" she screamed at him.
"Now come Sarah. Is that a dare?"
She looked at him hesitantly, her brown eyes wide in fear and apprehension. "No." she said, in almost a whisper. "What have you done to him?" she almost pleaded.
"Nothing that he didn't deserve." Jareth smiled with satisfaction. She was getting angry again.
"How are you to know what /people/ deserve or not!" she hissed at him, strong emotion sparking from her eyes and hair as it swayed in the breeze, like a flag of revenge, a young soldier going into battle for the first time, for all that she held dear.
"Because," he growled tauntingly, "I am King of all."
The sheer arrogance of the man! Sarah couldn't believe it! But he'd said something similar to he before, "I /am/ the Mirror Master." She growled in sheer frustration. What was she to do?
Jareth cocked his head and gave her his most blatant sexy smile. "You have thirteen hours to run the labyrinth, because I'm so generous." He smirked at that.
/Well/, Sarah thought, /if he wants to repeat the past, so be it/. "That's not fair," she stated calmly, "I didn't wish it."
Jareth ignored her. "If you don't', you'll never see him again." He faded, with the clock. Sarah swore in defeat. She had no shoes and was in a short, slinky dress.
"Just fucking great." She sighed, /you know the drill girl, get you're feet moving/! She brightened, she might see Hoggle! And Ludo and Didymus with Ambrosias! She hobbled to the outer wall of the Labyrinth.
***
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