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I have written another story if you want to cast your peepers over it.
It's called, To have, but not hold. By me!
Thanks again for sticking with me.
Mine
What to do.
Taren knew the risks involved in what she was doing, not just the damage to her mind, from casting the spell. Her life itself would be forfeit, if Jareth found out what she was doing. But from the moment she had heard him, whisper the mortal girls name last night. She had been hard pressed, not to follow him.
As soon as he had returned this morning, she had gone directly to her room, telling the servants that she was ill, and not to bother her.
Once there, she gathered the herbs necessary for a spell.
The, Uncover spell, was very simple, no more than a charm really. It would tell her, How, the last spell cast in her presence had been prepared. When the spell had been cast, (not needed this time, but always very useful), and what the spell had achieved.
Through the, Uncover spell, she discovered that he had transported to the aboveground; It also gave her the directions to the mortal girl. Wishing that she could see the girl, but knowing she couldn't, was frustrating. Scyring was only possible, if the subject you are scrying, is in the same realm as the watcher.
Taren considered doing a transportation spell, it would be risky she knew. She could lose her way; exhaustion could overcome her, as she travelled between worlds.
But saying that a portal had already opened, between the castle and the girl's house, and portal magic was very strong, she might be able to do it.
Taren had paced for a while before making up her mind. She would do it, and damn the consequences. Readying her, and the ingredients for the spell, doubts crept into her mind, and made her hands tremble. Pushing the doubts aside, she finished setting out the herbs that were needed.
She would have her revenge!
Washing herself thoroughly - cleansing was important - she clothed herself in a flowing white gown.
Standing in the circle of candles she began the incantation.
From where I am,
To where I go,
My destination,
I do know,
From here to there,
One hour's needed
The rules of enchantment,
I have heeded.
. A blinding flash, wind roaring around her, and a deep coldness clung, as she vanished. And reappeared in a small room.
Looking directly at her from a bed was a young woman.
Taren felt an overwhelming weakness, overtake her. Before her knees gave way she noticed the girl in the bed, was naked, Taren was under no illusions as to what Jareth had been doing here.
As the mortal girl, helped her to the bed Taren had a chance to asses the girl, Pretty she thought if you liked the innocent look, Jareth obviously did.
When the girl asked what she wanted. Taren had been lost for words, the girl was brave to act so undaunted by her presence, but then again if the rumours about this girl were true, that she had bested Jareth and the Labyrinth. Maybe she was more powerful than Taren had given her credit for.
A plan came to Taren just then a plan to nip, Jareths love for this girl in the bud.
Sarah was an obstacle, that Taren decided, would have to be removed, and she had less than an hour, to do it.
A plan came to her just then, a plan to get Sarah as far away from Jareth as was possible.
'You're right Sarah, I do want something.' Tarens eye's glittered she could almost taste her triumph.
'I want you to leave my husband alone.' Taren struggled to keep from rushing.
'Your husband.' The girl looked duly appalled.
'Yes, my husband, Jareth' Taren put her emphasis on the word, my.
Sarah sat down suddenly, her face pale; all feeling had thankfully left her body.
'Jareths wife' the words screamed around in her mind, 'Jareth has a wife.'
Feeling returned. Betrayal, hurt, anger, humiliation.
Humiliation of baring her soul, and her body to him.
And he had lied to her.
'No he didn't.' her mind retorted. 'He never said or did anything, to make you think you were special to him, you all but practically ripped your clothes off, and threw yourself at him.' Furious at herself she looked at Taren and snapped.
'You wait till I see him again, Goblin King or not, Nobody does this to me, and get's away with it.'
'No, no, you mustn't face him, he could seriously hurt you. He's Fae they are known to be very vengeful creatures.' Taren panicked, Jareth must never know she'd been here. He would kill her for coming between Sarah and himself. She had told Sarah the truth the Fae, were known to be vengeful to anyone who wronged him or her.
'As it is, Jareth is laughing at you already, he was boasting this morning, at how you were so easy to sway last night.'
Taren hoped she was close to the truth, and saw by the way a blush covered Sarah's cheeks, she wasn't far off her mark.
'He told us all, that he was well on his was to achieving his revenge.'
'Revenge on me, for what?'
'Why, for defeating him of course, it's the ultimate revenge, making you fall in love with him. Even crueller, he'll leave you when he grows bored. Only then will he tell you that it was but a joke.'
Sarah already felt defeated, when would she learn, that when it came to the Goblin king, things were never as they seemed.
Looking closely at Taren, she asked. 'Why are you trying to help me? What's in it for you?'
'There's nothing in it for me, but the knowledge that one girl, just one didn't fall for him. I'm tired of the games he plays, with you mortal girls. I'm tired of the way he comes into my bed, when he's finished destroying girls, that like you, fell for his charm. To their own misfortune, and lastly I love Jareth, and I hate his lack of regard for me when he's playing his crude little games.'
Giving Sarah an indignant look she said 'I do have a little pride after all. And the way he flaunts his bed partners. His conquests, to me is extremely cruel.' Taren was growing agitated, her hour would be up soon, she had to convince Sarah to leave. Taren nearly laughed aloud, when Sarah asked.
'What should I do' Close to tears Sarah didn't see the look of annoyance cross Tarens face.
'There is no time for weeping. Now is the time for action, you have all the time in the world for crying, when we have resolved this detestable situation. Feeling sorry for yourself is not going to help matters.'
Taren knew she had struck a nerve, when Sarah stood up quickly and shot back at her. 'I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I'm ashamed of myself and furious at that.that' Sarah couldn't think of a name vile enough to call him, she ended lamely with, 'Son of a bitch!' Lifting her chin, she asked. 'What do I do?'
First, you must leave this place; go away, far away, as far as you can. Do you know of anywhere?'
'I've got tickets to get to England, my flight leaves tomorrow.'
'England, is that far away? This realm is strange to me, I must admit to knowing very little about it.
Taren was weakening; she could feel the pull of the underground growing within her. To Sarah she said 'I must leave soon; I have only a limited amount of time left here, so I'll say all I have to you now.
You must get away from him, now this very hour, He can't find you, if you leave here, he has a link to this house, because you called him to it.
Never, say his name again, without his name being called, he can never find you.
Do not leave a note. He will be able to trace you through it, because you will be thinking of him when you write it. And words can be very powerful.'
Taren started to fade. 'Remember NEVER say his name. Taren was saying more, but Sarah couldn't hear her any longer, as she faded slowly from sight.
Sarah sat on her bed, trying to pull her thoughts together.
How he must have laughed at her, her avowal of love, as he left. Tears gathered in her eye, she brushed angrily at them. The woman had been right, now was not the time for this. Sarah vowed she would never think of him again.
Her mind whispered 'Try never to think of him again,' and that for now will have to do. Her resolve strengthened, she got up and began gathering her things, her eyes fell on the red leather bound book, as she removed her lipstick form the vanity table draw. Her hand hovered over it. Should she take it? No, she wouldn't. She took it out of the draw, and took a box down from the top of her closet, She opened it, it was full a photos of her as a child, with her mom and dad.
She put the book on the top. Put the lid back on and put the box back. Picking up her cases she looked around the room. Not knowing when she would see her room again If ever. Let him come tonight, let him know she wanted nothing to do with him, ever again. She sighed, her throat consticting, and walked out closing the door behind her.
She walked across the hall, to Toby's room, she looked at her watch 7am, Toby would be getting up for school soon, but she wanted to say goodbye to him, before anyone got up.
Sarah gave a rueful laugh at least she didn't have to swallow her pride, and apologise to Karen now.
Toby's room was still dark, his curtains were closed. She could barley see him, buried under his quilt. Sarah walked over to his bed, and sat down.
'Toby, Toby wake up honey.'
'Sarah watsumatter.' He was barley awake, as he sat up, and rubbed his eyes.
'I've come to say goodbye, Toby.'
'Goodbye? Your really leaving.' Toby was distraught; Tears welled up in his eyes . 'Yes Toby, I'm leaving. I have to go.'
'Mom, didn't mean it, I know she didn't, don't go Sarah, please.' Two fat tears rolled down his cheek.
'It's not just your mom Toby, I have to leave. I was going to leave in a few days anyway. I'm just going a little earlier is all? Don't be sad honey pumpkin, I'll be back one day, and I'll bring you a special present.' Sarah willed him not to cry; she could feel herself bubbling up. Sarah could have kicked herself for calling him by her special nickname she had for him, it made him cry even harder.
'I don't want special presents.' he sobbed, throwing himself into her arms. 'I just want you, to be here!'
Sarah hugged him back hard, her composure crumbling further. 'I promise to write every week.' Sarah stopped, she could say no more, she disentangled his arms.
'You can come visit when I get settled.'
'Promise' scrubbing at his eyes, Toby looked up at her.
'I promise, Bye Toby.'
'Bye Sarah, I'll miss you.
Sarah walked out. She didn't know how much longer she could keep from breaking down. She just had to leave now.
Downstairs, as she was pulling on her coat, she saw a note propped up on the hall table, just her name printed clearly on the front. In her fathers neat handwriting.
Picking it up she put it in her pocket; she couldn't take any more just now. Sarah let herself out, after leaving her key where the letter had been.
She loaded her car, got in took one last look at the house. She started the engine and pulled away.
I have written another story if you want to cast your peepers over it.
It's called, To have, but not hold. By me!
Thanks again for sticking with me.
Mine
What to do.
Taren knew the risks involved in what she was doing, not just the damage to her mind, from casting the spell. Her life itself would be forfeit, if Jareth found out what she was doing. But from the moment she had heard him, whisper the mortal girls name last night. She had been hard pressed, not to follow him.
As soon as he had returned this morning, she had gone directly to her room, telling the servants that she was ill, and not to bother her.
Once there, she gathered the herbs necessary for a spell.
The, Uncover spell, was very simple, no more than a charm really. It would tell her, How, the last spell cast in her presence had been prepared. When the spell had been cast, (not needed this time, but always very useful), and what the spell had achieved.
Through the, Uncover spell, she discovered that he had transported to the aboveground; It also gave her the directions to the mortal girl. Wishing that she could see the girl, but knowing she couldn't, was frustrating. Scyring was only possible, if the subject you are scrying, is in the same realm as the watcher.
Taren considered doing a transportation spell, it would be risky she knew. She could lose her way; exhaustion could overcome her, as she travelled between worlds.
But saying that a portal had already opened, between the castle and the girl's house, and portal magic was very strong, she might be able to do it.
Taren had paced for a while before making up her mind. She would do it, and damn the consequences. Readying her, and the ingredients for the spell, doubts crept into her mind, and made her hands tremble. Pushing the doubts aside, she finished setting out the herbs that were needed.
She would have her revenge!
Washing herself thoroughly - cleansing was important - she clothed herself in a flowing white gown.
Standing in the circle of candles she began the incantation.
From where I am,
To where I go,
My destination,
I do know,
From here to there,
One hour's needed
The rules of enchantment,
I have heeded.
. A blinding flash, wind roaring around her, and a deep coldness clung, as she vanished. And reappeared in a small room.
Looking directly at her from a bed was a young woman.
Taren felt an overwhelming weakness, overtake her. Before her knees gave way she noticed the girl in the bed, was naked, Taren was under no illusions as to what Jareth had been doing here.
As the mortal girl, helped her to the bed Taren had a chance to asses the girl, Pretty she thought if you liked the innocent look, Jareth obviously did.
When the girl asked what she wanted. Taren had been lost for words, the girl was brave to act so undaunted by her presence, but then again if the rumours about this girl were true, that she had bested Jareth and the Labyrinth. Maybe she was more powerful than Taren had given her credit for.
A plan came to Taren just then a plan to nip, Jareths love for this girl in the bud.
Sarah was an obstacle, that Taren decided, would have to be removed, and she had less than an hour, to do it.
A plan came to her just then, a plan to get Sarah as far away from Jareth as was possible.
'You're right Sarah, I do want something.' Tarens eye's glittered she could almost taste her triumph.
'I want you to leave my husband alone.' Taren struggled to keep from rushing.
'Your husband.' The girl looked duly appalled.
'Yes, my husband, Jareth' Taren put her emphasis on the word, my.
Sarah sat down suddenly, her face pale; all feeling had thankfully left her body.
'Jareths wife' the words screamed around in her mind, 'Jareth has a wife.'
Feeling returned. Betrayal, hurt, anger, humiliation.
Humiliation of baring her soul, and her body to him.
And he had lied to her.
'No he didn't.' her mind retorted. 'He never said or did anything, to make you think you were special to him, you all but practically ripped your clothes off, and threw yourself at him.' Furious at herself she looked at Taren and snapped.
'You wait till I see him again, Goblin King or not, Nobody does this to me, and get's away with it.'
'No, no, you mustn't face him, he could seriously hurt you. He's Fae they are known to be very vengeful creatures.' Taren panicked, Jareth must never know she'd been here. He would kill her for coming between Sarah and himself. She had told Sarah the truth the Fae, were known to be vengeful to anyone who wronged him or her.
'As it is, Jareth is laughing at you already, he was boasting this morning, at how you were so easy to sway last night.'
Taren hoped she was close to the truth, and saw by the way a blush covered Sarah's cheeks, she wasn't far off her mark.
'He told us all, that he was well on his was to achieving his revenge.'
'Revenge on me, for what?'
'Why, for defeating him of course, it's the ultimate revenge, making you fall in love with him. Even crueller, he'll leave you when he grows bored. Only then will he tell you that it was but a joke.'
Sarah already felt defeated, when would she learn, that when it came to the Goblin king, things were never as they seemed.
Looking closely at Taren, she asked. 'Why are you trying to help me? What's in it for you?'
'There's nothing in it for me, but the knowledge that one girl, just one didn't fall for him. I'm tired of the games he plays, with you mortal girls. I'm tired of the way he comes into my bed, when he's finished destroying girls, that like you, fell for his charm. To their own misfortune, and lastly I love Jareth, and I hate his lack of regard for me when he's playing his crude little games.'
Giving Sarah an indignant look she said 'I do have a little pride after all. And the way he flaunts his bed partners. His conquests, to me is extremely cruel.' Taren was growing agitated, her hour would be up soon, she had to convince Sarah to leave. Taren nearly laughed aloud, when Sarah asked.
'What should I do' Close to tears Sarah didn't see the look of annoyance cross Tarens face.
'There is no time for weeping. Now is the time for action, you have all the time in the world for crying, when we have resolved this detestable situation. Feeling sorry for yourself is not going to help matters.'
Taren knew she had struck a nerve, when Sarah stood up quickly and shot back at her. 'I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I'm ashamed of myself and furious at that.that' Sarah couldn't think of a name vile enough to call him, she ended lamely with, 'Son of a bitch!' Lifting her chin, she asked. 'What do I do?'
First, you must leave this place; go away, far away, as far as you can. Do you know of anywhere?'
'I've got tickets to get to England, my flight leaves tomorrow.'
'England, is that far away? This realm is strange to me, I must admit to knowing very little about it.
Taren was weakening; she could feel the pull of the underground growing within her. To Sarah she said 'I must leave soon; I have only a limited amount of time left here, so I'll say all I have to you now.
You must get away from him, now this very hour, He can't find you, if you leave here, he has a link to this house, because you called him to it.
Never, say his name again, without his name being called, he can never find you.
Do not leave a note. He will be able to trace you through it, because you will be thinking of him when you write it. And words can be very powerful.'
Taren started to fade. 'Remember NEVER say his name. Taren was saying more, but Sarah couldn't hear her any longer, as she faded slowly from sight.
Sarah sat on her bed, trying to pull her thoughts together.
How he must have laughed at her, her avowal of love, as he left. Tears gathered in her eye, she brushed angrily at them. The woman had been right, now was not the time for this. Sarah vowed she would never think of him again.
Her mind whispered 'Try never to think of him again,' and that for now will have to do. Her resolve strengthened, she got up and began gathering her things, her eyes fell on the red leather bound book, as she removed her lipstick form the vanity table draw. Her hand hovered over it. Should she take it? No, she wouldn't. She took it out of the draw, and took a box down from the top of her closet, She opened it, it was full a photos of her as a child, with her mom and dad.
She put the book on the top. Put the lid back on and put the box back. Picking up her cases she looked around the room. Not knowing when she would see her room again If ever. Let him come tonight, let him know she wanted nothing to do with him, ever again. She sighed, her throat consticting, and walked out closing the door behind her.
She walked across the hall, to Toby's room, she looked at her watch 7am, Toby would be getting up for school soon, but she wanted to say goodbye to him, before anyone got up.
Sarah gave a rueful laugh at least she didn't have to swallow her pride, and apologise to Karen now.
Toby's room was still dark, his curtains were closed. She could barley see him, buried under his quilt. Sarah walked over to his bed, and sat down.
'Toby, Toby wake up honey.'
'Sarah watsumatter.' He was barley awake, as he sat up, and rubbed his eyes.
'I've come to say goodbye, Toby.'
'Goodbye? Your really leaving.' Toby was distraught; Tears welled up in his eyes . 'Yes Toby, I'm leaving. I have to go.'
'Mom, didn't mean it, I know she didn't, don't go Sarah, please.' Two fat tears rolled down his cheek.
'It's not just your mom Toby, I have to leave. I was going to leave in a few days anyway. I'm just going a little earlier is all? Don't be sad honey pumpkin, I'll be back one day, and I'll bring you a special present.' Sarah willed him not to cry; she could feel herself bubbling up. Sarah could have kicked herself for calling him by her special nickname she had for him, it made him cry even harder.
'I don't want special presents.' he sobbed, throwing himself into her arms. 'I just want you, to be here!'
Sarah hugged him back hard, her composure crumbling further. 'I promise to write every week.' Sarah stopped, she could say no more, she disentangled his arms.
'You can come visit when I get settled.'
'Promise' scrubbing at his eyes, Toby looked up at her.
'I promise, Bye Toby.'
'Bye Sarah, I'll miss you.
Sarah walked out. She didn't know how much longer she could keep from breaking down. She just had to leave now.
Downstairs, as she was pulling on her coat, she saw a note propped up on the hall table, just her name printed clearly on the front. In her fathers neat handwriting.
Picking it up she put it in her pocket; she couldn't take any more just now. Sarah let herself out, after leaving her key where the letter had been.
She loaded her car, got in took one last look at the house. She started the engine and pulled away.
