Chapter Two: His and Her thoughts:
The loud, off tone, cheap rock and roll music was driving Sarah insane. She wanted so badly to pop a crystal ball to make her temporally deaf but she decided that people around her thought she was freaky enough. Pulling crystal balls out of nowhere wouldn't do any good.
She looked at herself in a mirror and sighed. All dressed in black and with her hair combed in a ponytail she didn't exactly looked like a cheerful, outgoing teenager she was supposed to do. She looked older, wiser, darker…
Magical.
She shook her head. Magic was not entirely a blessing. Those things hunt her every day, at night, because of it. Of Magic, of the Labyrinth… of HIM: She knew it… He wasn't the one sending them but someone was sending them… because of HIM.
"That makes no sense, Sarah" she scolded herself, shaking her head. Some students, dressed to the occasion, the Ball, stared at her like if she was crazy.
'Well, coming here dressed in a pair of pants and a t-shirt wasn't my best idea' she thought. But she hadn't worn a dress since… that other Ball. Because nobody but HIM deserved to dance with her so… why to bother buying a dress if HE wasn't going to dance with her?
The reflection she was staring at wasn't the one of a pretty girl… of course; because that wasn't the real Sarah… the real one was…
'Breathtakingly stunning… A rare beauty indeed…' a silky baritone voice whispered into her ear. Sarah didn't bother to turn to see who was whispering to her, because she knew no one was physically there.
But she suddenly was scared… because she had the strange feeling that that was going to be a Hell of a Night.
"Spin, spin, you foolish mortals… Thinking you own the world, thinking you are the centre of the Universe… and there lies my faithful one… My Sarah, the only one capable of saying she owns the World and not lying… There you are, after rejecting me, not allowing yourself to dance with a mortal… you want me, you precious thing. That's why you can't bear the thought of other arms encircling you, the feeling of another body pressing against you… You are being true to you nature, faithful to me…" a voice whispered. Jareth was looking at the Ball from Sarah's school through a huge crystal. The couples danced merrily, spinning, but there in a corner was the only important person in that room. Dressed in black, Sarah watched almost disdainfully as awkward schoolboys tried not to step in their pair's shoes as they clumsily waltzed. He knew that, in her mind, she was thinking of how elegantly he had waltzed with her on the Ball, that night almost three years ago.
The thought of making an appearance at the Ball was tempting, but he tried not to think about that. A part form him wanted desperately to go, but the other part, the proud one, didn't want to demonstrate how taken he was for this mere mortal child.
'Child, Jareth? I don't think she is a child… not anymore, anyway' a voice whispered in his mind, laughing cynically.
Jareth sighed, and had to agree with his inner voice. Sarah was a woman, despite the fact that she was only eighteen years old.
"But that means nothing to me! Nothing!!!" he shouted angrily.
'Oh, sure, your Majesty…' replied the voice in his mind with a sarcastic tone 'Of course… She means nothing'
And then a maniacally laugher could be herd everywhere.
"Damn you!" muttered Jareth to the voice while he slumped elegantly (as only Jareth knows how) in his throne. There were no goblins in the Throne Room at that hour and he frowned, because he was bored. He was about to send for one of them to practice some "Kick the Goblin all the way to the Bog of Eternal Stench" when a goblin actually appeared without being called.
"Yer… Yer… majesty" he stuttered, bowing clumsily. Jareth was about to kick him but he was curious about why the goblin was there so he let him continue speaking.
"My cousin, who works on the Unicorn's Realm, informed me that Queen Cassandra had been sending soldiers to Aboveground… And he said to me that he also found her staring at the image of the mortal girl, sire, the one who beat you…"
Jareth's expression went form bored to concerned and suspicious…
"Did this cousin of yours inform you anything else?" he asked nonchalantly. But he was starting to feel that something had been plotted behind his back.
"Yeah… he said Queen Cassandra mentioned a ball and a big secret attack…" (Well, not so secret anymore, I guess).
"Really? Go away and tell you cousin I appreciate his information" he dismissed the goblin with those last words and then sighed…
"Cassandra, dear, you should know better than to try and defy me… Surely that big boy Altair is with you… Oh, I am going to send all your soldiers to my Bog, I Swear it… It will give me a little bit of fun…"
Before teleporting himself he heard the voice again:
'Yes, it will give you a little fun… and an excuse to see your Sarah again…'
"For the Love of the Underground, stop!" Jareth cried, practically fuming.
The loud, off tone, cheap rock and roll music was driving Sarah insane. She wanted so badly to pop a crystal ball to make her temporally deaf but she decided that people around her thought she was freaky enough. Pulling crystal balls out of nowhere wouldn't do any good.
She looked at herself in a mirror and sighed. All dressed in black and with her hair combed in a ponytail she didn't exactly looked like a cheerful, outgoing teenager she was supposed to do. She looked older, wiser, darker…
Magical.
She shook her head. Magic was not entirely a blessing. Those things hunt her every day, at night, because of it. Of Magic, of the Labyrinth… of HIM: She knew it… He wasn't the one sending them but someone was sending them… because of HIM.
"That makes no sense, Sarah" she scolded herself, shaking her head. Some students, dressed to the occasion, the Ball, stared at her like if she was crazy.
'Well, coming here dressed in a pair of pants and a t-shirt wasn't my best idea' she thought. But she hadn't worn a dress since… that other Ball. Because nobody but HIM deserved to dance with her so… why to bother buying a dress if HE wasn't going to dance with her?
The reflection she was staring at wasn't the one of a pretty girl… of course; because that wasn't the real Sarah… the real one was…
'Breathtakingly stunning… A rare beauty indeed…' a silky baritone voice whispered into her ear. Sarah didn't bother to turn to see who was whispering to her, because she knew no one was physically there.
But she suddenly was scared… because she had the strange feeling that that was going to be a Hell of a Night.
"Spin, spin, you foolish mortals… Thinking you own the world, thinking you are the centre of the Universe… and there lies my faithful one… My Sarah, the only one capable of saying she owns the World and not lying… There you are, after rejecting me, not allowing yourself to dance with a mortal… you want me, you precious thing. That's why you can't bear the thought of other arms encircling you, the feeling of another body pressing against you… You are being true to you nature, faithful to me…" a voice whispered. Jareth was looking at the Ball from Sarah's school through a huge crystal. The couples danced merrily, spinning, but there in a corner was the only important person in that room. Dressed in black, Sarah watched almost disdainfully as awkward schoolboys tried not to step in their pair's shoes as they clumsily waltzed. He knew that, in her mind, she was thinking of how elegantly he had waltzed with her on the Ball, that night almost three years ago.
The thought of making an appearance at the Ball was tempting, but he tried not to think about that. A part form him wanted desperately to go, but the other part, the proud one, didn't want to demonstrate how taken he was for this mere mortal child.
'Child, Jareth? I don't think she is a child… not anymore, anyway' a voice whispered in his mind, laughing cynically.
Jareth sighed, and had to agree with his inner voice. Sarah was a woman, despite the fact that she was only eighteen years old.
"But that means nothing to me! Nothing!!!" he shouted angrily.
'Oh, sure, your Majesty…' replied the voice in his mind with a sarcastic tone 'Of course… She means nothing'
And then a maniacally laugher could be herd everywhere.
"Damn you!" muttered Jareth to the voice while he slumped elegantly (as only Jareth knows how) in his throne. There were no goblins in the Throne Room at that hour and he frowned, because he was bored. He was about to send for one of them to practice some "Kick the Goblin all the way to the Bog of Eternal Stench" when a goblin actually appeared without being called.
"Yer… Yer… majesty" he stuttered, bowing clumsily. Jareth was about to kick him but he was curious about why the goblin was there so he let him continue speaking.
"My cousin, who works on the Unicorn's Realm, informed me that Queen Cassandra had been sending soldiers to Aboveground… And he said to me that he also found her staring at the image of the mortal girl, sire, the one who beat you…"
Jareth's expression went form bored to concerned and suspicious…
"Did this cousin of yours inform you anything else?" he asked nonchalantly. But he was starting to feel that something had been plotted behind his back.
"Yeah… he said Queen Cassandra mentioned a ball and a big secret attack…" (Well, not so secret anymore, I guess).
"Really? Go away and tell you cousin I appreciate his information" he dismissed the goblin with those last words and then sighed…
"Cassandra, dear, you should know better than to try and defy me… Surely that big boy Altair is with you… Oh, I am going to send all your soldiers to my Bog, I Swear it… It will give me a little bit of fun…"
Before teleporting himself he heard the voice again:
'Yes, it will give you a little fun… and an excuse to see your Sarah again…'
"For the Love of the Underground, stop!" Jareth cried, practically fuming.
