Emily didn't sleep long. The window kept shovelling light into the room and
eventually she had to open her eyes. She wanted to see the beautiful blond
hair of her lover. He wasn't even in the room. She looked all around but
could find him nowhere. She suddenly regretted everything. The tears welled
in her eyes, and this time she couldn't hold them back.
Carol sat on the bed and played with the dust on the floor. There was dripping somewhere in the room and it began to drum menacingly through her ears and into her brain. It was his drum roll and almost on command he appeared, the wanderer returns. He seemed smugger than before and sat beside her as if they were old school friends. She didn't dare to look at him.not into those eyes.again. Why wasn't anyone here? Why was the whole world so oblivious to this surging energy that was bubbling beneath their very feet? He placed a confident hand on her knee and she looked up at him with pitiful eyes. "Not yet, my dear," he murmured, "If I did it to you now, there would be no more to do and the fun would end.I leave you in anticipation."
Colette gazed at the castle before her and sighed, "Doesn't look like Cyprus," She mumbled.
Ben stood slightly behind her, enjoying his freedom while it lasted. The place was eerily silent and a soft wind blew. He tried to straighten his hair up and realised that Colette needn't bother with hers, she was wearing a green wool hat. "Why the hat?" He asked curiously, "Why the clothes?" She scoffed at his meagre attire. "You can't defeat him." the blond began again. "Watch me," "He's all powerful," "You're sayin' I'm not?" She gave him a raised eyebrow. When he turned to look at her again she was already strolling towards the big iron doors. She laughed at the almost quaintness of it all and gave a polite knock. No answer. "How rude!" She laughed, turning to Ben and finding he was no longer there. "Git!" she called and continued knocking.
Emily lay on the bed, tears in her eyes, her most treasured physical and mental gift having been snatched from her. She listened to a dripping noise from outside the window when suddenly another sound caught her ears. "He's done it!" she rejoiced at Ben's success and leapt to the window, finding it seal up in front of her. It seems Jareth had heard Colette too.
Colette plagued the door happily until finally it creaked open and there, before her stood a silent, black haired boy. She watched as he raised his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhh!" "Who are you?" She asked. No answer. She was slowly growing weary of all these games. "Who are you!?" She growled, pulling at his ear. He murmured something and she strained to hear it. "What? I'm sorry I'm deaf in one ear.speak up!" "Paul," He whispered again, "Paul," he said again. "I heard you the second time," She giggled slightly and barged past into the vast hall that greeted her. Immediately she was stopped by a strange force and, after several attempts to fight it, gave up. A bright light began to shine and she saw a tall man sitting on a throne before her. "Who are you?" he scowled "Well, I'm not a door to door saleswoman!" She spoke unafraid, before laughing as she remembered a Monkees' song of a similar name. "You'll regret crossing my path," He laughed louder, drowning her out.
"We haven't even been introduced before you annihilate me!" She laughed with him, playing his game. "I am Jareth, King of the Goblins and Lord of the Underground!" "I am Colette Harper, unemployed musician and keeper of tasteful music!" She scoffed in his face.
"Michael!" Jareth called to the black haired boy, "Lock her in a cell, I'll deal with her later!" "I thought his name was Paul?" Colette asked confused. "That's me," An identical boy whispered, coming out of the shadows. Colette shook her head with the confusion and easily pushed Michael aside as he tried to grab her.
"You should feed 'em more.might be a little tougher!" She smiled smugly, rolling up her sleeves.
The young girl before him intrigued Jareth, firstly because she seemed to show no sign of attraction to himself, which was very strange. "You have a weakness, my dear, and I'll find it!" and with that he vanished and everything went black.
Carol had fallen asleep from anxiety and lay, snug and safe in blissful sleep. Slowly she was awoken by the sound of singing. She gently opened her eyes and was almost too scared to look around. She peeked under her blanket and then the familiar words hit her, the ones she had heard so many times before. "We're just trying to be friendly, come watch us sing and play, we're the young generation, and we've got summit to say, hey, hey we're the." "Colette!" Carol leapt up from under the blanket. "Hey babe," Colette beamed, completely stoned and seeming slightly drunk as well. "What's wrong with you?" "Got caught!" "Why are you here?" "Go on ask me another!" Carol leapt back from the sudden noise that had escaped her friend and shuffled away a bit. "Just minding my own business." Colette told the door, mindlessly,
"And what happens, I get dragged here.just about remembered my hat!" "You're not Colette," Carol spoke coldly. "W.What?"
"You're not Colette, Colette is never like this!" "How do you know?" "'Coz she's my friend!" Colette lolled her head back against the wall and let out a shrill laugh, scaring Carol immensely,
"You're very good!" She beamed and slowly transformed into the figure that Carol had dreaded and yearned for since she had arrived. Jareth stood before her and smiled. "You're brighter than you look, you look for what's deeper and aren't fooled by mere looks, I'm impressed."
Carol was silent and watched him leave; it wasn't her time.yet.
Carol sat on the bed and played with the dust on the floor. There was dripping somewhere in the room and it began to drum menacingly through her ears and into her brain. It was his drum roll and almost on command he appeared, the wanderer returns. He seemed smugger than before and sat beside her as if they were old school friends. She didn't dare to look at him.not into those eyes.again. Why wasn't anyone here? Why was the whole world so oblivious to this surging energy that was bubbling beneath their very feet? He placed a confident hand on her knee and she looked up at him with pitiful eyes. "Not yet, my dear," he murmured, "If I did it to you now, there would be no more to do and the fun would end.I leave you in anticipation."
Colette gazed at the castle before her and sighed, "Doesn't look like Cyprus," She mumbled.
Ben stood slightly behind her, enjoying his freedom while it lasted. The place was eerily silent and a soft wind blew. He tried to straighten his hair up and realised that Colette needn't bother with hers, she was wearing a green wool hat. "Why the hat?" He asked curiously, "Why the clothes?" She scoffed at his meagre attire. "You can't defeat him." the blond began again. "Watch me," "He's all powerful," "You're sayin' I'm not?" She gave him a raised eyebrow. When he turned to look at her again she was already strolling towards the big iron doors. She laughed at the almost quaintness of it all and gave a polite knock. No answer. "How rude!" She laughed, turning to Ben and finding he was no longer there. "Git!" she called and continued knocking.
Emily lay on the bed, tears in her eyes, her most treasured physical and mental gift having been snatched from her. She listened to a dripping noise from outside the window when suddenly another sound caught her ears. "He's done it!" she rejoiced at Ben's success and leapt to the window, finding it seal up in front of her. It seems Jareth had heard Colette too.
Colette plagued the door happily until finally it creaked open and there, before her stood a silent, black haired boy. She watched as he raised his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhh!" "Who are you?" She asked. No answer. She was slowly growing weary of all these games. "Who are you!?" She growled, pulling at his ear. He murmured something and she strained to hear it. "What? I'm sorry I'm deaf in one ear.speak up!" "Paul," He whispered again, "Paul," he said again. "I heard you the second time," She giggled slightly and barged past into the vast hall that greeted her. Immediately she was stopped by a strange force and, after several attempts to fight it, gave up. A bright light began to shine and she saw a tall man sitting on a throne before her. "Who are you?" he scowled "Well, I'm not a door to door saleswoman!" She spoke unafraid, before laughing as she remembered a Monkees' song of a similar name. "You'll regret crossing my path," He laughed louder, drowning her out.
"We haven't even been introduced before you annihilate me!" She laughed with him, playing his game. "I am Jareth, King of the Goblins and Lord of the Underground!" "I am Colette Harper, unemployed musician and keeper of tasteful music!" She scoffed in his face.
"Michael!" Jareth called to the black haired boy, "Lock her in a cell, I'll deal with her later!" "I thought his name was Paul?" Colette asked confused. "That's me," An identical boy whispered, coming out of the shadows. Colette shook her head with the confusion and easily pushed Michael aside as he tried to grab her.
"You should feed 'em more.might be a little tougher!" She smiled smugly, rolling up her sleeves.
The young girl before him intrigued Jareth, firstly because she seemed to show no sign of attraction to himself, which was very strange. "You have a weakness, my dear, and I'll find it!" and with that he vanished and everything went black.
Carol had fallen asleep from anxiety and lay, snug and safe in blissful sleep. Slowly she was awoken by the sound of singing. She gently opened her eyes and was almost too scared to look around. She peeked under her blanket and then the familiar words hit her, the ones she had heard so many times before. "We're just trying to be friendly, come watch us sing and play, we're the young generation, and we've got summit to say, hey, hey we're the." "Colette!" Carol leapt up from under the blanket. "Hey babe," Colette beamed, completely stoned and seeming slightly drunk as well. "What's wrong with you?" "Got caught!" "Why are you here?" "Go on ask me another!" Carol leapt back from the sudden noise that had escaped her friend and shuffled away a bit. "Just minding my own business." Colette told the door, mindlessly,
"And what happens, I get dragged here.just about remembered my hat!" "You're not Colette," Carol spoke coldly. "W.What?"
"You're not Colette, Colette is never like this!" "How do you know?" "'Coz she's my friend!" Colette lolled her head back against the wall and let out a shrill laugh, scaring Carol immensely,
"You're very good!" She beamed and slowly transformed into the figure that Carol had dreaded and yearned for since she had arrived. Jareth stood before her and smiled. "You're brighter than you look, you look for what's deeper and aren't fooled by mere looks, I'm impressed."
Carol was silent and watched him leave; it wasn't her time.yet.