Chapter Fifteen: A whished-away and a Wisher:
To say that the two nemesis-lovers were having the time of their lives
was an understatement. But all things good (or wired) always come to
an end, particularly when you have a mean author like me making the
life of the protagonists of her story a living hell.
Poor little Pesky, a young and particularly little goblin irrupted in his Majesty's chambers, his eyes closed.
"Yer Majesty. Are you decent?" the poor little creature asked. Jareth groaned and, with one fluent movement, he was standing next to the bed. Sarah first looked shocked, then she gazed at the embarrassed goblin and at the disheveled Goblin King and started giggling.
"You can look now, Pesker"
"It's Pesky, sir" the goblin muttered under his breath "Yer are needed. A child said the words!" he added merrily.
Sarah jerked up at the sound of those words.
"No! A little kid?" she asked, concerned.
"Yeah. a girl of nine years wished her three-year-old baby sister away" Pesky grinned as he replied, obviously very happy. Of course, for him that was a good thing.
Jareth had changed his 'Fear me cause I'm the Goblin King' black attire (You remember, that with the cape with the funny collar).
'Me and my luck.' he cursed silently as he ushered Penty (Or was it Perky?) out of his room. He closed the door and leaned on it, looking at Sarah with a fiery gaze.
"We will. resume our conversation sometime later, my lady" he said huskily before disappearing in a cloud of glitter and a flash of light. The girls simply stared at the spot he had vacated and snorted.
"The nerve of that Fae!" she yelled, exasperated.
Melissa was really scared. She had never wanted to do it; really, it had been just a slip, a mistake. She had. said the words.
Kimmy was a real angel. She loved her very much with her black hair and baby-blue eyes. She was her little sister and her closest friends. The thing was that her parents had forgotten her ever since Kimberley had born.
That day was her birthday. And his parents had forgotten, all because Kimmy had learned a new word: teddy-bear (is it a word or two or a conjunct? Whatever). So she had screamed at them that she wished Kimmy would have never been born. And then she muttered 'I wish the Goblins would come and take you away right now, like in the story I read' It was enough to summon him, and she knew.
And then the window of her and Kimmy's bedroom had opened violently and arms started grabbing her by the clothes. She was just waiting for him.
You know, the Goblin King.
He appeared as in a cue, his cape billowing around him majestically. Pretty Boy Jareth, always making an exaggerated entrance. Really, he was such a Drama King sometimes.
"You. you are the Goblin King." the little kid mumbled, stepping back "Please, don't do it. don't take my little sister away!" she begged then
Jareth smirked, amused by the display of the annoying little brat.
"What's said is said, little one. But I can give you your dreams. Forget the girl! Go to your room, play with your dolls and make fake tea parties. Or whatever"
He mentally slapped himself for his lousy excuse of a speech. 'Wake up from your Sarah reverie, man!' a mental voice shout at him.
Melissa was running towards Kimmy's cradle, but Jareth's cynical laugh stopped her.
"She isn't there, and you know it. She is in my castle beyond the Goblin city. You've lost her" he whispered with a sardonic smile. Melissa took a deep breath and blurted out:
"Give me my thirteen hours"
Jareth arched his eyebrows and looked even more menacingly.
"Are you sure?" he asked slowly. When she nodded he transported her and himself to the gates of the mighty Labyrinth.
"You know you have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth before your baby-sister becomes one of us. forever" he disappeared in a cloud of glitter and magic, and Melissa started her journey with apprehension and fear, just like every Wisher before her, except one: Sarah Williams.
"I am warning you, Jareth, if you don't appear here this instant I am teleporting myself above you and crashing you with all the weight of my body!" Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs. As she didn't get any answer she did as she had threatened. Jareth, in the middle of the Throne Room, rolled his eyes at the sight of the floating girl, because he had heard her threat. He scooped her easily in his arms and placed her on the floor.
"You can be such a spoiled child sometimes, Sarah" he mocked, sighing dramatically. The mentioned woman gave him an incredulous look.
"I am the spoiled one here, Mr. 'I get all I Want' Goblin King?" she retorted, turning around and away from him so he couldn't see her suddenly sad expression. "What about the girl?" she asked.
"What girl?" the king questioned, frowning slightly.
"The Wisher, damn you" she whispered, laying lazily on the windowsill and conjuring a crystal ball, which she began to roll up and down her arm.
"She has thirteen hours to cross the Labyrinth, darling. Of all people you should know that" he whispered to her, because suddenly he was near her, bent over her to say the truth, forcing her to almost fall from the window.
"We have a pendant conversation, my lady. Now, now, where were we? Oh, yes, I remember. Your were in my arms, if memory serves me well" he purred seductively while he wrapped his arms around her slim waist. He looked at him angered, and tried to back away.
"You picked a bad time to get frisky, Goblin King. I am not in the mood" she told him as her form shimmered and changed to the one of a black cat that slipped away from his arms. Jareth cursed aloud as the black cat disappeared from the Throne Room.
"That damn woman is going to drive me crazy!" he shouted to no one in particular. Then he popped a crystal and started watching poor, little Melissa wonder in the Labyrinth.
Author's Note: Two words: I'm back! Yeah! FFn is back too! I am so glad, aren't you two, dear readers? Well, the time FFn was broken gave me the possibility to sort out the dilemma Sarah was in. did your really thought it all would just end with that kiss? Well, the Prophecy is still on, and the clock is ticking.
Come on, I know you've missed Fanfition.net, you just can't deny it! Well, it's good to be back.
Hugs and peaches for you all,
Your Royal Whichness. err, I mean The Author
Poor little Pesky, a young and particularly little goblin irrupted in his Majesty's chambers, his eyes closed.
"Yer Majesty. Are you decent?" the poor little creature asked. Jareth groaned and, with one fluent movement, he was standing next to the bed. Sarah first looked shocked, then she gazed at the embarrassed goblin and at the disheveled Goblin King and started giggling.
"You can look now, Pesker"
"It's Pesky, sir" the goblin muttered under his breath "Yer are needed. A child said the words!" he added merrily.
Sarah jerked up at the sound of those words.
"No! A little kid?" she asked, concerned.
"Yeah. a girl of nine years wished her three-year-old baby sister away" Pesky grinned as he replied, obviously very happy. Of course, for him that was a good thing.
Jareth had changed his 'Fear me cause I'm the Goblin King' black attire (You remember, that with the cape with the funny collar).
'Me and my luck.' he cursed silently as he ushered Penty (Or was it Perky?) out of his room. He closed the door and leaned on it, looking at Sarah with a fiery gaze.
"We will. resume our conversation sometime later, my lady" he said huskily before disappearing in a cloud of glitter and a flash of light. The girls simply stared at the spot he had vacated and snorted.
"The nerve of that Fae!" she yelled, exasperated.
Melissa was really scared. She had never wanted to do it; really, it had been just a slip, a mistake. She had. said the words.
Kimmy was a real angel. She loved her very much with her black hair and baby-blue eyes. She was her little sister and her closest friends. The thing was that her parents had forgotten her ever since Kimberley had born.
That day was her birthday. And his parents had forgotten, all because Kimmy had learned a new word: teddy-bear (is it a word or two or a conjunct? Whatever). So she had screamed at them that she wished Kimmy would have never been born. And then she muttered 'I wish the Goblins would come and take you away right now, like in the story I read' It was enough to summon him, and she knew.
And then the window of her and Kimmy's bedroom had opened violently and arms started grabbing her by the clothes. She was just waiting for him.
You know, the Goblin King.
He appeared as in a cue, his cape billowing around him majestically. Pretty Boy Jareth, always making an exaggerated entrance. Really, he was such a Drama King sometimes.
"You. you are the Goblin King." the little kid mumbled, stepping back "Please, don't do it. don't take my little sister away!" she begged then
Jareth smirked, amused by the display of the annoying little brat.
"What's said is said, little one. But I can give you your dreams. Forget the girl! Go to your room, play with your dolls and make fake tea parties. Or whatever"
He mentally slapped himself for his lousy excuse of a speech. 'Wake up from your Sarah reverie, man!' a mental voice shout at him.
Melissa was running towards Kimmy's cradle, but Jareth's cynical laugh stopped her.
"She isn't there, and you know it. She is in my castle beyond the Goblin city. You've lost her" he whispered with a sardonic smile. Melissa took a deep breath and blurted out:
"Give me my thirteen hours"
Jareth arched his eyebrows and looked even more menacingly.
"Are you sure?" he asked slowly. When she nodded he transported her and himself to the gates of the mighty Labyrinth.
"You know you have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth before your baby-sister becomes one of us. forever" he disappeared in a cloud of glitter and magic, and Melissa started her journey with apprehension and fear, just like every Wisher before her, except one: Sarah Williams.
"I am warning you, Jareth, if you don't appear here this instant I am teleporting myself above you and crashing you with all the weight of my body!" Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs. As she didn't get any answer she did as she had threatened. Jareth, in the middle of the Throne Room, rolled his eyes at the sight of the floating girl, because he had heard her threat. He scooped her easily in his arms and placed her on the floor.
"You can be such a spoiled child sometimes, Sarah" he mocked, sighing dramatically. The mentioned woman gave him an incredulous look.
"I am the spoiled one here, Mr. 'I get all I Want' Goblin King?" she retorted, turning around and away from him so he couldn't see her suddenly sad expression. "What about the girl?" she asked.
"What girl?" the king questioned, frowning slightly.
"The Wisher, damn you" she whispered, laying lazily on the windowsill and conjuring a crystal ball, which she began to roll up and down her arm.
"She has thirteen hours to cross the Labyrinth, darling. Of all people you should know that" he whispered to her, because suddenly he was near her, bent over her to say the truth, forcing her to almost fall from the window.
"We have a pendant conversation, my lady. Now, now, where were we? Oh, yes, I remember. Your were in my arms, if memory serves me well" he purred seductively while he wrapped his arms around her slim waist. He looked at him angered, and tried to back away.
"You picked a bad time to get frisky, Goblin King. I am not in the mood" she told him as her form shimmered and changed to the one of a black cat that slipped away from his arms. Jareth cursed aloud as the black cat disappeared from the Throne Room.
"That damn woman is going to drive me crazy!" he shouted to no one in particular. Then he popped a crystal and started watching poor, little Melissa wonder in the Labyrinth.
Author's Note: Two words: I'm back! Yeah! FFn is back too! I am so glad, aren't you two, dear readers? Well, the time FFn was broken gave me the possibility to sort out the dilemma Sarah was in. did your really thought it all would just end with that kiss? Well, the Prophecy is still on, and the clock is ticking.
Come on, I know you've missed Fanfition.net, you just can't deny it! Well, it's good to be back.
Hugs and peaches for you all,
Your Royal Whichness. err, I mean The Author
