"Do you like the gift?" Jareth blew in Carol's ear.
"It's beautiful," She murmured, looking at the reflection of her new
necklace in the grand mirror before her.
"Just like you," He smiled before leading her to the dinner table.
They ate quietly and, while she wasn't looking, raised his glass to his
clock, making a toast to the time - nine o'clock.
Carol appeared oblivious but she knew, deep down, that something was going to happen and she couldn't stop it. They had spent the day in each other's company, walking the grounds and admiring what would soon be hers, if she wanted it. She tried to show that she was completely happy, and at times she was, but there was always that nagging of the love she felt she was leaving behind, she had to find her friends, Jareth would never be her friend.
She watched the clock as she sat after dinner, listening to the violinist that Jareth had made appear. There was something in the sound that she heard that was telling her to leave, run away, but when she looked at his mismatched eyes, content and harmless eyes and knew she couldn't leave them behind. The clock seemed to control the evening and she was intrigued as to why he was so anxious about the time before making his move.
"And you're sure Jareth will leave it till the last half an hour before making his move?" "Yeah, definitely, we'd be dead by now otherwise," Ben closed his eyes and tried to sleep. "It is the 29th today isn't it?" Emily was beginning to get worried. "Yeah, just go to sleep," Ben tried to block her out, but she couldn't sleep, for once the weight of the world really was on their shoulders.
Carol saw the minute hand travel slowly until it was half and hour to midnight. Jareth came up behind her and blew softly down her neck. She felt herself melt at his touch and turned to wrap her arms around his supple waist. His ran his hand down her cheek and then trailed down her neck, caressing her collarbone as he went. She went to sit on the sofa and extended a hand, to pull him down beside her. The servants had lit a fire and she looked at the magic strands of orange and yellow that leapt up from it and lit up his mellowing face. "I'll make you mine," he whispered, kissing her neck and slowly unbuttoning her dress. She moaned slightly under his touch and pulled him closer, lying down on her back. It wasn't long before he had stripped her of the materialism that kept her in the real world. She felt an overwhelming feeling of her own nakedness and didn't realise that he too was naked. It seemed to suit him; he didn't look embarrassed about anything as he ran a nimble finger up the inside of her thigh. This time her moans were muffled by an eager kiss. Then there was a sharp pain and she squirmed slightly, her mind spinning as she tried to think about what was really happening and what was really important. She couldn't hear anymore and was lost in the burning moment. It seemed agonisingly long and she felt guilty at not feeling overwhelmed in pleasure. She groaned trying to give him a hint to slow down and stop but he didn't. She clung onto him, beginning to feel like a helpless doll, mercilessly crumbling under his power. Soon he got up and was fully dressed again. He strode over to the clock and smiled as he murmured, "Midnight, my dear."
She lay stunned, unable to understand. He lifted his arms up to the stars and beamed. "Come unto me power of the fallen angel, come unto me and I shall take the reins from Lucifer's hands!" he stood still for a moment and then frowned. "Come unto me!" He yelled angrily. "Games over!" Jareth turned and was confronted with Colette who now sported a pair of black griffin wings. "Like my new spell?" She smiled. He glared at her and strode forward, taking a swipe at her face but finding her disappear. "You stupid girl! How did you ruin my plans? Why?" "I didn't.you were beaten by a mortal." She perched happily in his throne. "How? How damn you?" Jareth scowled. "The clock.it's two hours slow.we changed it, well, Emily changed it, You made love to Casserole while it was half past one in the morning!" She fell about laughing and then disappeared before he could hurt her. "What plan?" Carol asked, teary eyed but Jareth didn't answer her and merely gave a bellow to the dark haired twins to fetch the traitors.
"Face it, I beat you.you have to wait four years now, and you can't use us!" Emily smiled in his face, before taking Carol's hand and leading her to the door. Jareth couldn't stop her and watched.
"Come on," Emily smiled to Colette as they passed but Colette shook her head. "I can't.I have to stay," She murmured, turning to go standing closer to Jareth. With that she watched them leave, before feeling his painful claws dig into her shoulder.
"They may have got away, but you're still here." He whispered,
Carol appeared oblivious but she knew, deep down, that something was going to happen and she couldn't stop it. They had spent the day in each other's company, walking the grounds and admiring what would soon be hers, if she wanted it. She tried to show that she was completely happy, and at times she was, but there was always that nagging of the love she felt she was leaving behind, she had to find her friends, Jareth would never be her friend.
She watched the clock as she sat after dinner, listening to the violinist that Jareth had made appear. There was something in the sound that she heard that was telling her to leave, run away, but when she looked at his mismatched eyes, content and harmless eyes and knew she couldn't leave them behind. The clock seemed to control the evening and she was intrigued as to why he was so anxious about the time before making his move.
"And you're sure Jareth will leave it till the last half an hour before making his move?" "Yeah, definitely, we'd be dead by now otherwise," Ben closed his eyes and tried to sleep. "It is the 29th today isn't it?" Emily was beginning to get worried. "Yeah, just go to sleep," Ben tried to block her out, but she couldn't sleep, for once the weight of the world really was on their shoulders.
Carol saw the minute hand travel slowly until it was half and hour to midnight. Jareth came up behind her and blew softly down her neck. She felt herself melt at his touch and turned to wrap her arms around his supple waist. His ran his hand down her cheek and then trailed down her neck, caressing her collarbone as he went. She went to sit on the sofa and extended a hand, to pull him down beside her. The servants had lit a fire and she looked at the magic strands of orange and yellow that leapt up from it and lit up his mellowing face. "I'll make you mine," he whispered, kissing her neck and slowly unbuttoning her dress. She moaned slightly under his touch and pulled him closer, lying down on her back. It wasn't long before he had stripped her of the materialism that kept her in the real world. She felt an overwhelming feeling of her own nakedness and didn't realise that he too was naked. It seemed to suit him; he didn't look embarrassed about anything as he ran a nimble finger up the inside of her thigh. This time her moans were muffled by an eager kiss. Then there was a sharp pain and she squirmed slightly, her mind spinning as she tried to think about what was really happening and what was really important. She couldn't hear anymore and was lost in the burning moment. It seemed agonisingly long and she felt guilty at not feeling overwhelmed in pleasure. She groaned trying to give him a hint to slow down and stop but he didn't. She clung onto him, beginning to feel like a helpless doll, mercilessly crumbling under his power. Soon he got up and was fully dressed again. He strode over to the clock and smiled as he murmured, "Midnight, my dear."
She lay stunned, unable to understand. He lifted his arms up to the stars and beamed. "Come unto me power of the fallen angel, come unto me and I shall take the reins from Lucifer's hands!" he stood still for a moment and then frowned. "Come unto me!" He yelled angrily. "Games over!" Jareth turned and was confronted with Colette who now sported a pair of black griffin wings. "Like my new spell?" She smiled. He glared at her and strode forward, taking a swipe at her face but finding her disappear. "You stupid girl! How did you ruin my plans? Why?" "I didn't.you were beaten by a mortal." She perched happily in his throne. "How? How damn you?" Jareth scowled. "The clock.it's two hours slow.we changed it, well, Emily changed it, You made love to Casserole while it was half past one in the morning!" She fell about laughing and then disappeared before he could hurt her. "What plan?" Carol asked, teary eyed but Jareth didn't answer her and merely gave a bellow to the dark haired twins to fetch the traitors.
"Face it, I beat you.you have to wait four years now, and you can't use us!" Emily smiled in his face, before taking Carol's hand and leading her to the door. Jareth couldn't stop her and watched.
"Come on," Emily smiled to Colette as they passed but Colette shook her head. "I can't.I have to stay," She murmured, turning to go standing closer to Jareth. With that she watched them leave, before feeling his painful claws dig into her shoulder.
"They may have got away, but you're still here." He whispered,