Chapter Thirteen: The Animal in Her, Part II
"Go for the girl, Altair. I'll confront His Majesty and distract him" Cassandra ushered the King of Warriors, hissing like a serpent… a venomous one.
The muscular Fae nodded calmly and gestured a couple of his Golden Soldiers to follow him, whereas the Silver Soldiers remained with the Queen of Unicorns, just in case. Because of course Cassandra had a plan. Not even she was stupid enough to face the Ruler of all Underground fairly on a magic battle.
She sensed him coming at an incredible speed to the Castle, probably in the form of an owl, his Inner Creature. She was prepared to face him, because she knew his weak point now.
The human…
"Cassandra, you better have a Hell of an excuse to be here with a two dozen of Altair's silver soldiers or I will punish you in such horrible ways that you will wish you could simply die!!!" the voice of Jareth, King and Master of Underground, thundered. The queen of the unicorns gulped and shivered momentarily before recovering her cool, defiant air.
"Really, Jareth?" she answered, trying to steady her voice. "I don't think so…"
The King of the Goblins growled, showing his was in no mood to be teased. Cassandra still held her chin high and looked at him in the eyes.
"You see, Jareth, you have for centuries been untouchable because you had no flaws… No weaknesses. Now I've discovered you weak point and I have it on my power…"
Jareth felt Dreyl appearing on his back. He must have had teleported from the bubble the minute he regain his health.
"What do you mean, Cassandra?" the Healer asked, puzzled. Jareth blood froze and he had a clear idea of what Cassandra was going to say. And he didn't like it a bit.
"I've got it… I have got the girl" the Unicorn queen Whispered. And everybody in the room held their breaths… And time suddenly seemed to stop.
"She will torment me to no end! I will never hear the end of this!" Altair complained aloud when he came face to face with the open door of the empty room of the girl he was supposed to kidnap. Not only he had lost precious time destroying the stupid magic barrier with the help of all his soldiers to bring down but also the damn little brat was nowhere to be seen!
"Blast!" he cursed, his normally calm temper rising slightly, causing his soldiers to get nervous.
"Search for her! A raven-haired girl, a simple human, you won't have any problems recognizing her between all these stupid goblins. Go now!" he ordered with an uncharacteristic angered tone. A couple of his minions shuddered and they all rushed to fulfill his orders.
He too, had to fulfill something, not an order but a task. He was the poor soul who had to inform Cassandra about the little obstacle in her plan.
"Oh, by the Gods I wish I was dead" he muttered darkly and then sighed. It was going to be a long, long night in the Underground.
Jareth stood dumbfounded, unable to think what to do or what to say to get out of the predicament Cassandra had just put him in.
Dreyl was a silent watcher of the inner struggle of the most powerful Fae of the Universe, now suddenly finding himself in a humble position, and all because of a little Human! What an irony…
"Who would have thought it? Your stupid game, the damn labyrinth is the one helping me now! If that awful thin never existed you wouldn't have met your fall, that human girl called Sara. Isn't that funny?"
Jareth growled but didn't attack her or insulted her. Cassandra saw that as the proof that her little plan was working. She knew she was winning and was going to enjoy every single moment.
"You know, you have a lovely bedroom… I've never noticed" she whispered, referring to the times he had slept with her, even though his mind was elsewhere.
Dreyl arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. He knew, after all, that Jareth lived a dark life, even darker after the Incident with the mortal called Sarah Williams.
"What do you want Cassandra? Tell me!!!" the monarch yelled.
"I want the damn prophecy to never be fulfilled. I want you to step aside as I kill the magic in Sarah's body. Then the prophecy will never be fulfilled and the other kings and queen and I will be relieved! That's what I want. But if you deny then I'll simply kill the girls, her mortal part too! You know that technically, the girl still can be killed, according to the Prophecy"
Each word seemed to stab Jareth right in his heart. He couldn't let his Sarah disappear forever, but he couldn't also bear the thought of her being death.
He had a moment to thing, though, as Altair appeared suddenly next to Cassandra and whispered a couple of words to her.
"What do you mean that you didn't get the girl?" the queen of the Unicorns whispered tightly through clenched teeth.
"I searched for her… I have my soldiers turning the damn castle upside down! But she is gone… simply gone" replied the Warrior King, making sure only Cassandra could hear him
"Well… I guess we still have and advantage. We know she is not with us… but he doesn't" the Fae woman finally hissed. Altair nodded, though he suddenly had a bad feeling about all that (Star Wars fans don't shoot me for borrowing the most used line of the movies, please; I am a fan too, really).
"What are you going to do, my King?" Dreyl asked quietly. Jareth sighed and shook his head.
"I do not know" he said.
"Well, my dear King, a couple of soldiers will make you company till I am finished with my business. Then I'll release that mortal you fancy so much"
A couple of soldiers approached Jareth but, suddenly and out of nowhere a black cat with a red silk bow adorning it neck appeared, hissing and sank its teeth deep in one of the soldiers arms.
"Bloody hell" the soldier curse, as he felt fire running through his veins "That damn animal did something to me!" he complained. Then he felt dizzy and, seconds later, he fell unconscious to the floor with a thud. The cat meowed menacingly at the rest of the soldiers and positioned itself between them and the Goblin King.
"What in the name of the underground it that?!" Cassandra shouted. Altair eyed the tiny, black-furred creature before answering seriously:
"I think it's a cat, Cassandra"
The Queen of the Unicorns wanted to slap him hard across the face for stating the obvious, but she decided to let it pass as she saw that the cat had beaten and apparently poisoned three other Golden Soldiers.
"Get off them, you pest!" the Fae woman shouted as she threw an energy ball at the cat, that ended up smashed against a wall, emitting a faint meow.
Sarah felt every single muscle of her body ach at the same time the instant her back hit the cold stone wall of Jareth's bedroom. She let out a cry of protest that sounded to her like an odd sound. Her vision was blurry and she felt as if something was beating inside her head.
"Jareth, I'm here" she tried to say, but the words didn't leave her mouth.
"Jareth, I feel awful… Please help me…" she tried to cry, sobbing slightly.
"You are at my mercy, Jareth" she heard that Fae woman say.
"No! He is at nobody's mercy! He is the almighty Goblin King!" her mind screamed. "Jareth, why are you just standing there? Do something! Tip her head first in the bog, for crying out loud!"
"Don't push your luck too far, Cassandra" warned Dreyl dryly.
"He won't do me anything, Dreyl, because I have the girl" replied the stiff queen, smirking regally (Jareth's own personal invention, mind you).
'That's not true…' Sarah thought… 'Not true… not true… not true… "That's not true!!!"
Everyone spun around at the sudden scream of Sarah, who had finally found a way to speak again. At least once. The anger that had started to form inside the cat-form of the girl cause her magic to react, transforming her petite feline form into the gorgeous form of Sarah Williams, a raven haired girl, with deep red ayes, wearing a black silk nightgown and red silk ribbons in her arms, neck and hair.
"You used me against him!" Sarah accused, pointing at Cassandra. "and you'll pay for that"
Quickly she formed and tossed a crystal balled that shattered around Cassandra and Altair that suddenly disappeared. She had sent them to an oubliette.
Jareth and Dreyl glanced at the woman standing shakily besides them. The initial shock that invaded the monarch's thoughts was soon replaced by hunger as he noticed her attire. He tried to control himself, and managed to, even despite Sarah, tired from all the magic she had used, collapsed in his arms.
"Bloody Hell" he cursed as he bit his lip and remembered himself that there was an old Fae present. After all, he wouldn't want to shock Dreyl or worse, give him something to tease him for later!
Author's Note: (Dos anyone even read this, I wonder…) Well, I must say I really had a headache deciding Sarah's Animal form! But I think the cat represents her well and fits her character perfectly.
On the other hand I pos this chapter because I am living home for a week (I have a religious gather called Cenacle). Anyway that's why I wanted to post so you wouldn't have to wait a whole week and start thinking on ways of killing the author!
I have to be back to begin, because I am not receiving any reviews. Come on people, please review! Pretty please? Come on, I know you want to do it! And that would be a nice surprise for me to encounter after the Cenacle!
Well, I guess that's all. Thank you for your attention. Hugs and peaches (the kind that makes you hallucinate, of course),
Sabina V. Sinistra (Rather spooky nickname, don't you think?)
"Go for the girl, Altair. I'll confront His Majesty and distract him" Cassandra ushered the King of Warriors, hissing like a serpent… a venomous one.
The muscular Fae nodded calmly and gestured a couple of his Golden Soldiers to follow him, whereas the Silver Soldiers remained with the Queen of Unicorns, just in case. Because of course Cassandra had a plan. Not even she was stupid enough to face the Ruler of all Underground fairly on a magic battle.
She sensed him coming at an incredible speed to the Castle, probably in the form of an owl, his Inner Creature. She was prepared to face him, because she knew his weak point now.
The human…
"Cassandra, you better have a Hell of an excuse to be here with a two dozen of Altair's silver soldiers or I will punish you in such horrible ways that you will wish you could simply die!!!" the voice of Jareth, King and Master of Underground, thundered. The queen of the unicorns gulped and shivered momentarily before recovering her cool, defiant air.
"Really, Jareth?" she answered, trying to steady her voice. "I don't think so…"
The King of the Goblins growled, showing his was in no mood to be teased. Cassandra still held her chin high and looked at him in the eyes.
"You see, Jareth, you have for centuries been untouchable because you had no flaws… No weaknesses. Now I've discovered you weak point and I have it on my power…"
Jareth felt Dreyl appearing on his back. He must have had teleported from the bubble the minute he regain his health.
"What do you mean, Cassandra?" the Healer asked, puzzled. Jareth blood froze and he had a clear idea of what Cassandra was going to say. And he didn't like it a bit.
"I've got it… I have got the girl" the Unicorn queen Whispered. And everybody in the room held their breaths… And time suddenly seemed to stop.
"She will torment me to no end! I will never hear the end of this!" Altair complained aloud when he came face to face with the open door of the empty room of the girl he was supposed to kidnap. Not only he had lost precious time destroying the stupid magic barrier with the help of all his soldiers to bring down but also the damn little brat was nowhere to be seen!
"Blast!" he cursed, his normally calm temper rising slightly, causing his soldiers to get nervous.
"Search for her! A raven-haired girl, a simple human, you won't have any problems recognizing her between all these stupid goblins. Go now!" he ordered with an uncharacteristic angered tone. A couple of his minions shuddered and they all rushed to fulfill his orders.
He too, had to fulfill something, not an order but a task. He was the poor soul who had to inform Cassandra about the little obstacle in her plan.
"Oh, by the Gods I wish I was dead" he muttered darkly and then sighed. It was going to be a long, long night in the Underground.
Jareth stood dumbfounded, unable to think what to do or what to say to get out of the predicament Cassandra had just put him in.
Dreyl was a silent watcher of the inner struggle of the most powerful Fae of the Universe, now suddenly finding himself in a humble position, and all because of a little Human! What an irony…
"Who would have thought it? Your stupid game, the damn labyrinth is the one helping me now! If that awful thin never existed you wouldn't have met your fall, that human girl called Sara. Isn't that funny?"
Jareth growled but didn't attack her or insulted her. Cassandra saw that as the proof that her little plan was working. She knew she was winning and was going to enjoy every single moment.
"You know, you have a lovely bedroom… I've never noticed" she whispered, referring to the times he had slept with her, even though his mind was elsewhere.
Dreyl arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. He knew, after all, that Jareth lived a dark life, even darker after the Incident with the mortal called Sarah Williams.
"What do you want Cassandra? Tell me!!!" the monarch yelled.
"I want the damn prophecy to never be fulfilled. I want you to step aside as I kill the magic in Sarah's body. Then the prophecy will never be fulfilled and the other kings and queen and I will be relieved! That's what I want. But if you deny then I'll simply kill the girls, her mortal part too! You know that technically, the girl still can be killed, according to the Prophecy"
Each word seemed to stab Jareth right in his heart. He couldn't let his Sarah disappear forever, but he couldn't also bear the thought of her being death.
He had a moment to thing, though, as Altair appeared suddenly next to Cassandra and whispered a couple of words to her.
"What do you mean that you didn't get the girl?" the queen of the Unicorns whispered tightly through clenched teeth.
"I searched for her… I have my soldiers turning the damn castle upside down! But she is gone… simply gone" replied the Warrior King, making sure only Cassandra could hear him
"Well… I guess we still have and advantage. We know she is not with us… but he doesn't" the Fae woman finally hissed. Altair nodded, though he suddenly had a bad feeling about all that (Star Wars fans don't shoot me for borrowing the most used line of the movies, please; I am a fan too, really).
"What are you going to do, my King?" Dreyl asked quietly. Jareth sighed and shook his head.
"I do not know" he said.
"Well, my dear King, a couple of soldiers will make you company till I am finished with my business. Then I'll release that mortal you fancy so much"
A couple of soldiers approached Jareth but, suddenly and out of nowhere a black cat with a red silk bow adorning it neck appeared, hissing and sank its teeth deep in one of the soldiers arms.
"Bloody hell" the soldier curse, as he felt fire running through his veins "That damn animal did something to me!" he complained. Then he felt dizzy and, seconds later, he fell unconscious to the floor with a thud. The cat meowed menacingly at the rest of the soldiers and positioned itself between them and the Goblin King.
"What in the name of the underground it that?!" Cassandra shouted. Altair eyed the tiny, black-furred creature before answering seriously:
"I think it's a cat, Cassandra"
The Queen of the Unicorns wanted to slap him hard across the face for stating the obvious, but she decided to let it pass as she saw that the cat had beaten and apparently poisoned three other Golden Soldiers.
"Get off them, you pest!" the Fae woman shouted as she threw an energy ball at the cat, that ended up smashed against a wall, emitting a faint meow.
Sarah felt every single muscle of her body ach at the same time the instant her back hit the cold stone wall of Jareth's bedroom. She let out a cry of protest that sounded to her like an odd sound. Her vision was blurry and she felt as if something was beating inside her head.
"Jareth, I'm here" she tried to say, but the words didn't leave her mouth.
"Jareth, I feel awful… Please help me…" she tried to cry, sobbing slightly.
"You are at my mercy, Jareth" she heard that Fae woman say.
"No! He is at nobody's mercy! He is the almighty Goblin King!" her mind screamed. "Jareth, why are you just standing there? Do something! Tip her head first in the bog, for crying out loud!"
"Don't push your luck too far, Cassandra" warned Dreyl dryly.
"He won't do me anything, Dreyl, because I have the girl" replied the stiff queen, smirking regally (Jareth's own personal invention, mind you).
'That's not true…' Sarah thought… 'Not true… not true… not true… "That's not true!!!"
Everyone spun around at the sudden scream of Sarah, who had finally found a way to speak again. At least once. The anger that had started to form inside the cat-form of the girl cause her magic to react, transforming her petite feline form into the gorgeous form of Sarah Williams, a raven haired girl, with deep red ayes, wearing a black silk nightgown and red silk ribbons in her arms, neck and hair.
"You used me against him!" Sarah accused, pointing at Cassandra. "and you'll pay for that"
Quickly she formed and tossed a crystal balled that shattered around Cassandra and Altair that suddenly disappeared. She had sent them to an oubliette.
Jareth and Dreyl glanced at the woman standing shakily besides them. The initial shock that invaded the monarch's thoughts was soon replaced by hunger as he noticed her attire. He tried to control himself, and managed to, even despite Sarah, tired from all the magic she had used, collapsed in his arms.
"Bloody Hell" he cursed as he bit his lip and remembered himself that there was an old Fae present. After all, he wouldn't want to shock Dreyl or worse, give him something to tease him for later!
Author's Note: (Dos anyone even read this, I wonder…) Well, I must say I really had a headache deciding Sarah's Animal form! But I think the cat represents her well and fits her character perfectly.
On the other hand I pos this chapter because I am living home for a week (I have a religious gather called Cenacle). Anyway that's why I wanted to post so you wouldn't have to wait a whole week and start thinking on ways of killing the author!
I have to be back to begin, because I am not receiving any reviews. Come on people, please review! Pretty please? Come on, I know you want to do it! And that would be a nice surprise for me to encounter after the Cenacle!
Well, I guess that's all. Thank you for your attention. Hugs and peaches (the kind that makes you hallucinate, of course),
Sabina V. Sinistra (Rather spooky nickname, don't you think?)
