Chapter Nine: Unwanted Attraction and Such other Denials
It was a lovely scene… A teenage daughter talking to her parents in the living-room, smiling and laughing. It was obvious that they loved them. Karen and Robert Williams seemed proud of their Sarah and she finally felt like she had all that she ever wanted. She felt loved and wonted.
"Such pity…" a voice suddenly whispered "You could do so much better, Sarah"
She turned slightly, but didn't pay attention to the voice. That was a lie. She had parents who loved her… How much better could she do than that?
And out of nowhere a pair of mismatched eyes burned into her very soul. A tall man, with spiky hair and a mocking smile appeared in the shadows.
"Come Sarah, come where you belong…"
She looked back at her two parents.
"What is it, honey? Are you well?" Karen asked her with tenderness and worry in her voice. No harsh tone this time.
"Nothing… I am okay, really…" she replied. But suddenly his father's smile wasn't that bright, and Karen's warmth and love wasn't that important. The only thing she was aware of was of the dark man, Jareth, summoning her to him. And her desire was too great to fight.
"You are mine, Sarah… MINE! My perfect Queen…" he announced her hungrily.
Like in slow motion she rose for her sitting position. Her father asked her to stop, and told her he loved her. But she didn't care. The crave, the urge, the ache to be with HIM was too much to bear. Her body moved by its own will. She felt drawn to the strong pair of arms that embraced her and the lips that caressed her as he spun her, transforming her normal clothes into a beautiful Ball-like red gown but without fluffy sleeves and with a tiara in her head. As she leaned she felt herself surrendering to him, and forgetting the cries of love of Karen and Robert as the World fell down… in his arms…
Sarah awoke trembling form head to toe. Her body shook almost violently and cold sweat covered her. She grabbed her silk sheets and sighed loudly in the empty, dark room.
"It was just a nightmare… just a nightmare…" she whispered to herself but a mocking, vibrant voice replied inside her head…
"A nightmare? That was the most fabulous dream you have ever had Sarah… And you know it"
She realized then that she wasn't trembling with fear… but with excitement and an odd feeling that turned her world upside-down.
"You are absolutely nuts, Sarah Williams… a lost case" she mumbled as she made her way to the large window. The full, slightly blue Underground moon shone brightly yet gently at the same time.
She was torn between being the girl she should have been and being herself… and now she was also torn between denying and falling for the impossible…
Really, things were livelier on the Underground, but also more twisted… A lot more twisted…
He was always in control, as the never ending Mask Ball kept going. The Fae Nobles knelt before him, before his power… He was used to it, being the King of the underground, and the most powerful of Faes.
Even Queen Cassandra looked at him with a strange mixture of respect and hatred. And Altair, with all his great army and skills couldn't even bring himself to stare at his mismatched eyes. Ah… Immortal life was simply perfect.
A bell-like sound distracted him from observing the dance floor. It grew louder and louder, but he couldn't identify its source. Suddenly he had the strangest urge to simply walk. His legs moved without him wanting. He lifted from his throne and then opened the huge doors of the Ballroom. The moonlight illuminated the silver garden and the crystal fountain in the middle. That place was beautiful, but he didn't recognize it…
And, seated in the fountain, gently caressing the transparent water was a girl, or a woman, dressed in a burgundy absolutely gorgeous ball dress, and in her hair shimmered red rubies and a platinum tiara. The sight of her simply left him dumbfounded. Cassandra hissed at the girl and pushed Jareth inside. But he didn't move an inch.
"Jareth!" the girl shouted in a bell-like voice, smiling and turning. Sarah Williams looked like a goddess, an unreachable, pure thing. She was smiling sweetly an offering a hand to him. "I've been waiting for you, Jareth" she whispered, now holding both hands to him.
"Don't go, Your Highness! She will strip you off your powers!" Queen Delaria of the Centaurs warned him.
"Remember the Prophecy, my King. Queen Delaria is right!" barked Altair. But he wasn't listening. Nobles tried to put some sense in his head but he didn't want to be reasonable.
"Come on Jareth!" Sarah smiled and then laughed a crystalline laugh, and took a few steps back. "Catch me if you can!" she shouted with her mocking, yet elegant and enchanting voice. And then she started running. Jareth felt hands holding him back, but he pushed them aside and started to chase after his mortal girl… Yes, HIS mortal girl… It was so clear now. She belonged to him… And He belonged to her.
"Catch me, Jareth! I want you to catch me…" Sarah's voice trailed off as she stopped, allowing the Fae's arms to encircle her. Jareth noticed as he leaned slightly to touch his Queen's ruby lips that everything was fading… His royal court, the Kings and Queens… they were falling. But he didn't matter. He would give his world for a kiss… That kiss… It felt like… forever falling…
Jareth woke with a start, gasping for air. Everything around him was spinning and, for a couple of seconds, he didn't even know where he was. His left hand was shaking when he produced a crystal that lit up the whole room with a bright light.
He snapped his fingers and a glass with a amber liquid inside appeared in his left hand. He drank in gulps, one… two… three… five glasses in total.
"I am really willing to… fulfill… the prophecy…" he whispered in the dark, not believing himself. Then he shook his head violently.
"No!" he shouted with all his power "I will never allow it!"
And the voice that kept arguing with him snorted and replied mockingly:
"Keep denying it, Your Highness… But how much time will you survive without surrendering… to… her?"
He didn't know how to reply to that…
Author's Note: Well, you all know the Beg part so this time let's skip it, could we? Well, on other news yes, my first language is Spanish. I anyone needs a hand with it, just contact me! I know Spanish can be tricky.
As for the Test weeks… Yeah, they pretty much suck. I hate it. I have had Math and Geography tests already and on Monday I have psychology (shudders) and History, and lots of Homework and… it's so not fair! Look, now I'm pulling a Sarah…
By the way, I had to change the Healer's name. You see, I felt that is I invented first a name for a character of a story I would hate if someone used it for another character of another story and, although it wasn't on purpose, I did. So Drevlyn y Dreyl Lacmar… Do you like the new name?
Hey, we reached over a hundred reviews! Well, the begging thing seems to work. You have such gentle hearts, my readers. Keep that up! I am glad you like this fanfic. Well, don't worry for the posts; I have a couple of chapters written specially for this occasion, so I will post almost normally.
Hugs and peaches for all,
Sabina (Who were you expecting?)
It was a lovely scene… A teenage daughter talking to her parents in the living-room, smiling and laughing. It was obvious that they loved them. Karen and Robert Williams seemed proud of their Sarah and she finally felt like she had all that she ever wanted. She felt loved and wonted.
"Such pity…" a voice suddenly whispered "You could do so much better, Sarah"
She turned slightly, but didn't pay attention to the voice. That was a lie. She had parents who loved her… How much better could she do than that?
And out of nowhere a pair of mismatched eyes burned into her very soul. A tall man, with spiky hair and a mocking smile appeared in the shadows.
"Come Sarah, come where you belong…"
She looked back at her two parents.
"What is it, honey? Are you well?" Karen asked her with tenderness and worry in her voice. No harsh tone this time.
"Nothing… I am okay, really…" she replied. But suddenly his father's smile wasn't that bright, and Karen's warmth and love wasn't that important. The only thing she was aware of was of the dark man, Jareth, summoning her to him. And her desire was too great to fight.
"You are mine, Sarah… MINE! My perfect Queen…" he announced her hungrily.
Like in slow motion she rose for her sitting position. Her father asked her to stop, and told her he loved her. But she didn't care. The crave, the urge, the ache to be with HIM was too much to bear. Her body moved by its own will. She felt drawn to the strong pair of arms that embraced her and the lips that caressed her as he spun her, transforming her normal clothes into a beautiful Ball-like red gown but without fluffy sleeves and with a tiara in her head. As she leaned she felt herself surrendering to him, and forgetting the cries of love of Karen and Robert as the World fell down… in his arms…
Sarah awoke trembling form head to toe. Her body shook almost violently and cold sweat covered her. She grabbed her silk sheets and sighed loudly in the empty, dark room.
"It was just a nightmare… just a nightmare…" she whispered to herself but a mocking, vibrant voice replied inside her head…
"A nightmare? That was the most fabulous dream you have ever had Sarah… And you know it"
She realized then that she wasn't trembling with fear… but with excitement and an odd feeling that turned her world upside-down.
"You are absolutely nuts, Sarah Williams… a lost case" she mumbled as she made her way to the large window. The full, slightly blue Underground moon shone brightly yet gently at the same time.
She was torn between being the girl she should have been and being herself… and now she was also torn between denying and falling for the impossible…
Really, things were livelier on the Underground, but also more twisted… A lot more twisted…
He was always in control, as the never ending Mask Ball kept going. The Fae Nobles knelt before him, before his power… He was used to it, being the King of the underground, and the most powerful of Faes.
Even Queen Cassandra looked at him with a strange mixture of respect and hatred. And Altair, with all his great army and skills couldn't even bring himself to stare at his mismatched eyes. Ah… Immortal life was simply perfect.
A bell-like sound distracted him from observing the dance floor. It grew louder and louder, but he couldn't identify its source. Suddenly he had the strangest urge to simply walk. His legs moved without him wanting. He lifted from his throne and then opened the huge doors of the Ballroom. The moonlight illuminated the silver garden and the crystal fountain in the middle. That place was beautiful, but he didn't recognize it…
And, seated in the fountain, gently caressing the transparent water was a girl, or a woman, dressed in a burgundy absolutely gorgeous ball dress, and in her hair shimmered red rubies and a platinum tiara. The sight of her simply left him dumbfounded. Cassandra hissed at the girl and pushed Jareth inside. But he didn't move an inch.
"Jareth!" the girl shouted in a bell-like voice, smiling and turning. Sarah Williams looked like a goddess, an unreachable, pure thing. She was smiling sweetly an offering a hand to him. "I've been waiting for you, Jareth" she whispered, now holding both hands to him.
"Don't go, Your Highness! She will strip you off your powers!" Queen Delaria of the Centaurs warned him.
"Remember the Prophecy, my King. Queen Delaria is right!" barked Altair. But he wasn't listening. Nobles tried to put some sense in his head but he didn't want to be reasonable.
"Come on Jareth!" Sarah smiled and then laughed a crystalline laugh, and took a few steps back. "Catch me if you can!" she shouted with her mocking, yet elegant and enchanting voice. And then she started running. Jareth felt hands holding him back, but he pushed them aside and started to chase after his mortal girl… Yes, HIS mortal girl… It was so clear now. She belonged to him… And He belonged to her.
"Catch me, Jareth! I want you to catch me…" Sarah's voice trailed off as she stopped, allowing the Fae's arms to encircle her. Jareth noticed as he leaned slightly to touch his Queen's ruby lips that everything was fading… His royal court, the Kings and Queens… they were falling. But he didn't matter. He would give his world for a kiss… That kiss… It felt like… forever falling…
Jareth woke with a start, gasping for air. Everything around him was spinning and, for a couple of seconds, he didn't even know where he was. His left hand was shaking when he produced a crystal that lit up the whole room with a bright light.
He snapped his fingers and a glass with a amber liquid inside appeared in his left hand. He drank in gulps, one… two… three… five glasses in total.
"I am really willing to… fulfill… the prophecy…" he whispered in the dark, not believing himself. Then he shook his head violently.
"No!" he shouted with all his power "I will never allow it!"
And the voice that kept arguing with him snorted and replied mockingly:
"Keep denying it, Your Highness… But how much time will you survive without surrendering… to… her?"
He didn't know how to reply to that…
Author's Note: Well, you all know the Beg part so this time let's skip it, could we? Well, on other news yes, my first language is Spanish. I anyone needs a hand with it, just contact me! I know Spanish can be tricky.
As for the Test weeks… Yeah, they pretty much suck. I hate it. I have had Math and Geography tests already and on Monday I have psychology (shudders) and History, and lots of Homework and… it's so not fair! Look, now I'm pulling a Sarah…
By the way, I had to change the Healer's name. You see, I felt that is I invented first a name for a character of a story I would hate if someone used it for another character of another story and, although it wasn't on purpose, I did. So Drevlyn y Dreyl Lacmar… Do you like the new name?
Hey, we reached over a hundred reviews! Well, the begging thing seems to work. You have such gentle hearts, my readers. Keep that up! I am glad you like this fanfic. Well, don't worry for the posts; I have a couple of chapters written specially for this occasion, so I will post almost normally.
Hugs and peaches for all,
Sabina (Who were you expecting?)
