After their meal, he stood up like the perfect gentleman and took her by
the hand. He led her around his magnificent abode and smiled, delighted,
when she showed genuine interest. But she was doubtful, why was he suddenly
so kind and gentle, frightened of touching her in case she would shatter?
She tried to puzzle it out and looked at him sideways, would his face give
the answer? It didn't, and she knew it never would, he was a creature so
much different to her, he left no unwanted expressions, you could never
read his feelings through his body language. He wasn't human, and she had
to realise that.
As they entered the throne room she heard sweet melodic music and was
in a blissful daze as Jareth lightly twirled her around with elegance he
kept for special occasions. Her ball gown seemed to grow and soon she was
wrapped in its splendour, twirling and gliding to that beautiful rhythm.
"Is this a private party or can anyone join?" Carol woke from that fantasy made reality and Jareth ceased to dance both gazing at the owner of the voice. Colette leant up against the doorframe and yawned rudely. "Come in my dear," Jareth turned on the charm once again. "Colette!" Carol ran up and hugged her friend; "It's really you?" "It's me alright," Colette stopped mid-sentence and looked at Jareth, who was shaking his head.
"Tell her," He ordered Colette, implying Carol. Tell me what?" Carol begged for information. For a moment Colette looked shame faced and looked to the floor, the full impact on what she had done began to become all too apparent. But wasn't it what she wanted, what she had dreamed. She had known she was different, not just a loner but truly different and now Jareth had helped her become her full potential, but was it too much of a price? "You see Carol," Colette began, uncharacteristically stumbling on every word, "I.I don't wanna be me anymore, the whole living thing is a drag and.there was two ways to escape it.dying.or." she gave a look of guilt and then glared at Jareth. "Or what?" Carol pleaded "Or finding something else." With that she vanished and reappeared the other side of the room.
Carol stood, mouth gaping. "You didn't.you're not." "I'm what I've always wanted to be, different, mystical, in control.it's what I was destined for."
"You're a witch," Carol murmured, "Please! Sorceress if you don't mind.I don't go in for the pointed hat thing." "And.and what did you do in return?" Carol knew the score, she knew that you don't get something for nothing. "My home, along with.my mortality." Colette confessed, gliding over to a window and looking wistfully out of it. "I can't believe you'd do such a thing!" Carol felt tears now, and despite Jareth trying to comfort her, she felt like she was falling in a bottomless pit.
"What does it matter to you anyway? You got what you want.you got taken away, you and Emily .you got what you want.well now I got what I want," Colette's truth rang sharply in her friend's ears and with that, she disappeared. Carol wriggled out of Jareth's arms and gazed at the empty hall before her. "I was going to tell you," He began, "She wasn't the type to become under my power, so I had to give her some of her own, she's grateful." "Well I'm not!" Carol yelled at him, tears in her eyes, "You've turned her into a monster.you've ruined her life, taken her soul." "You're exaggerating!" Carol could feel that she was losing the battle and relented to being held by Jareth, whose plan had been damaged by her mystical friend.
Emily had cried and wept until her eyes were so sore that she was finding it hard to see. The hours that had gone past had only made her think of what she had done.and now she regretted everything. She knew she was nothing to Jareth, no one meant anything to Jareth. Why had she been so naïve. It cell was darkening by the minute and she struggled to remember what day it was. Then it came to her; it was the 29th tomorrow, she would always remember because it was her cousin's birthday. Soon it would be the 29th, and she was still no closer to home and even further away from innocence. She turned to face the window and leapt in shock when she saw someone already standing there.
"Jareth?" She whispered, wiping away a tear before he saw it. "No," the figure replied, creeping closer. There was a sudden burst of flame in the middle of the room and Emily saw, in it's natural light, Colette. "Colette?" She murmured, not daring to get closer. "Yeah.hi,"
"Wh.what are you doing here, how did you.?" and her eyes widened as Colette disappeared and reappeared beside her on the bed. "Magic." She sighed, lying back on the bed, exhausted. "I don't understand," "Casserole's already given me these questions," Colette closed her eyes, giggling slightly at Carol's nickname. "What? What's going on?" "Want it straight up?" "Please."
"I sold my mortality and other human gifts to Jareth so that I could reach my full potential and have the power that I always knew I wanted." "You're a witch?" "A SORCERESS!" Emily was silent for a moment and then started to giggle, slowing getting louder until she was in a fit of hysterics. "What?.I am.you're taking it a lot better than Carol," "I can't imagine you on a broomstick!" Emily laughed, the boredom and traumatic events of the last hours taking their toll. Colette gave her a sarcastic look and was silent. "It's not as bad as what you done." She silenced Emily. "What?" Emily asked worriedly, "Well, you aided the apocalypse, very soon Jareth is gonna rule the world. He just needs to."
"Needs to what?" "He needs to make love to Carol tomorrow, but she has to be willing, like you were."
"I was not!" "You never yelled stop, you never tried to fight him off." Emily buckled under the truth. "What can we do?" "Not much," Colette lived up to her pessimistic nature. "What about you.your powers," "He holds my soul in his hand.I'm really gonna fight him.I ain't ready to meet Lucifer yet."
Emily sat still and thought. They had to warn Carol, correction, she had to warn Carol. "I don't suppose you can't get me outta here?" Colette shook her head, "It seems selfish." She murmured, "But trust me, he won't just hurt me, you'll be the first to go," and with that she vanished, taking the fire with her.
"Is this a private party or can anyone join?" Carol woke from that fantasy made reality and Jareth ceased to dance both gazing at the owner of the voice. Colette leant up against the doorframe and yawned rudely. "Come in my dear," Jareth turned on the charm once again. "Colette!" Carol ran up and hugged her friend; "It's really you?" "It's me alright," Colette stopped mid-sentence and looked at Jareth, who was shaking his head.
"Tell her," He ordered Colette, implying Carol. Tell me what?" Carol begged for information. For a moment Colette looked shame faced and looked to the floor, the full impact on what she had done began to become all too apparent. But wasn't it what she wanted, what she had dreamed. She had known she was different, not just a loner but truly different and now Jareth had helped her become her full potential, but was it too much of a price? "You see Carol," Colette began, uncharacteristically stumbling on every word, "I.I don't wanna be me anymore, the whole living thing is a drag and.there was two ways to escape it.dying.or." she gave a look of guilt and then glared at Jareth. "Or what?" Carol pleaded "Or finding something else." With that she vanished and reappeared the other side of the room.
Carol stood, mouth gaping. "You didn't.you're not." "I'm what I've always wanted to be, different, mystical, in control.it's what I was destined for."
"You're a witch," Carol murmured, "Please! Sorceress if you don't mind.I don't go in for the pointed hat thing." "And.and what did you do in return?" Carol knew the score, she knew that you don't get something for nothing. "My home, along with.my mortality." Colette confessed, gliding over to a window and looking wistfully out of it. "I can't believe you'd do such a thing!" Carol felt tears now, and despite Jareth trying to comfort her, she felt like she was falling in a bottomless pit.
"What does it matter to you anyway? You got what you want.you got taken away, you and Emily .you got what you want.well now I got what I want," Colette's truth rang sharply in her friend's ears and with that, she disappeared. Carol wriggled out of Jareth's arms and gazed at the empty hall before her. "I was going to tell you," He began, "She wasn't the type to become under my power, so I had to give her some of her own, she's grateful." "Well I'm not!" Carol yelled at him, tears in her eyes, "You've turned her into a monster.you've ruined her life, taken her soul." "You're exaggerating!" Carol could feel that she was losing the battle and relented to being held by Jareth, whose plan had been damaged by her mystical friend.
Emily had cried and wept until her eyes were so sore that she was finding it hard to see. The hours that had gone past had only made her think of what she had done.and now she regretted everything. She knew she was nothing to Jareth, no one meant anything to Jareth. Why had she been so naïve. It cell was darkening by the minute and she struggled to remember what day it was. Then it came to her; it was the 29th tomorrow, she would always remember because it was her cousin's birthday. Soon it would be the 29th, and she was still no closer to home and even further away from innocence. She turned to face the window and leapt in shock when she saw someone already standing there.
"Jareth?" She whispered, wiping away a tear before he saw it. "No," the figure replied, creeping closer. There was a sudden burst of flame in the middle of the room and Emily saw, in it's natural light, Colette. "Colette?" She murmured, not daring to get closer. "Yeah.hi,"
"Wh.what are you doing here, how did you.?" and her eyes widened as Colette disappeared and reappeared beside her on the bed. "Magic." She sighed, lying back on the bed, exhausted. "I don't understand," "Casserole's already given me these questions," Colette closed her eyes, giggling slightly at Carol's nickname. "What? What's going on?" "Want it straight up?" "Please."
"I sold my mortality and other human gifts to Jareth so that I could reach my full potential and have the power that I always knew I wanted." "You're a witch?" "A SORCERESS!" Emily was silent for a moment and then started to giggle, slowing getting louder until she was in a fit of hysterics. "What?.I am.you're taking it a lot better than Carol," "I can't imagine you on a broomstick!" Emily laughed, the boredom and traumatic events of the last hours taking their toll. Colette gave her a sarcastic look and was silent. "It's not as bad as what you done." She silenced Emily. "What?" Emily asked worriedly, "Well, you aided the apocalypse, very soon Jareth is gonna rule the world. He just needs to."
"Needs to what?" "He needs to make love to Carol tomorrow, but she has to be willing, like you were."
"I was not!" "You never yelled stop, you never tried to fight him off." Emily buckled under the truth. "What can we do?" "Not much," Colette lived up to her pessimistic nature. "What about you.your powers," "He holds my soul in his hand.I'm really gonna fight him.I ain't ready to meet Lucifer yet."
Emily sat still and thought. They had to warn Carol, correction, she had to warn Carol. "I don't suppose you can't get me outta here?" Colette shook her head, "It seems selfish." She murmured, "But trust me, he won't just hurt me, you'll be the first to go," and with that she vanished, taking the fire with her.