Who's Saving Who?
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Note to BatbLady: I hope this chapter is long enough for you. I really did try to make it longer. And I know where I'm going with this chapter.lol. You're so cruel.
This is the noise that keeps me awake My head explodes And my body aches ~Garbage
As her sleeplessness wore on, Sarah was slowly unraveling. Everywhere she turned, she imagined that she saw the hideous image of Mr. Leach, taunting her from the shadows. The dark circles under her eyes were the harrowing testimony to her sleep problem. Sarah always carried a cup of coffee with her now, just in case she felt tired. This led to her being overly talkative, which started to concern Jareth.
One day, he sat her down on his throne and made her sit still for a moment while he tried to get some answers from her. "Sarah, this is not tolerable. Tell me why you won't sleep. Is it me? Do you not like sleeping with me?" Feeling guilty for his insecurity, Sarah shook her head, "It's not you Jareth. I just can't sleep. I'm not tired." Not believing her, Jareth continued, "Right, and these dark circles are there merely for decoration." As he said this he ran his thumbs along the circles underneath her eyes to emphasize his point.
"Really," she said, "I'm fine." Sighing, Jareth ran a hand through his hair, which was slowly becoming disheveled. "Just tell me what it is," he demanded, grounding his teeth together impatiently. "It's nothing really," she still tried to convince him. Grabbing her roughly by the shoulders, he said forcefully, "Tell me what it is Sarah, or I'll.I'll," he failed to think of a good threat.
Sarah, now angry, jumped from the throne and stepped around him. "Or you'll what? There's nothing you could do to me to make it any worse," she said matter-of-factly, while wiping the tears away from her leaking eyes. Fleeing from the room hurriedly, Sarah tried to escape Jareth's persistent questioning. Using his magic, he transported himself in front of her, and held her to him before she could protest.
"I'm sorry," he whispered regretfully, his voice full of emotion. Letting herself surrender into his arms, she felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. Her eyelids felt heavy, and they lowered sluggishly and soon her eyes were closed and she was sleeping standing up. Her light breathing against his chest signaled Jareth to transport her to the room they shared. He took Sarah's peaceful form and lied her down on their bed gently.
Pushing the hair away from her face, he spoke softly, "Sleep well my love." He lowered his lips to press against the pale skin of her exposed forehead. Rising, he walked quietly out of the room, shutting the door behind him to leave her to her dreams.
That was a big mistake for Sarah's dreams weren't dreams at all. They were horrendous nightmares she couldn't escape from. It was dark where she was. Not to mention dank. It smelled of must and a slightly rank odor. All around her were stone walls, slightly slimy, only she couldn't see them, all she could do was feel around for a way out. Suddenly a light appeared from above her out of nowhere. Looking up at the light trying to find its source, she found her voice and screamed, "Help me someone, please, I'm being held against my will!"
Her voice was sore after a few more minutes of screaming; she found she could no longer yell. She sank down the wall to sit on the floor, with her knees drawn up to her chest and she put her arms around her legs. "Well, well, if it isn't Sarah. Nice to see you again my dear," said the voice Sarah had been dreading to hear.
Pressing her cheek sideways against her knees away from the voice, she squeezed her eyes shut and said, "Leave me alone." In a false voice of pity, Leach sank down beside her, and said, "What's the matter, baby. Are you going to cry?" He chuckled, quite satisfied with himself.
Enraged, Sarah turned to face him and spat, "No, I'm not going to cry. I'm going to sit here and wish you were dead with every fiber of my being. I also wish I could kick the shit out of you right now, but that would take a lot of kicking." Leach's smirk fell from his face. Now she had made him mad.
Grabbing her roughly by her long, chestnut locks, he pulled Sarah to her feet. "Ow!" Sarah cried in pain, trying to pry his grip from her hair. "You're hurting," she exclaimed. Keeping her hair locked in his fist; he pulled her to a door that Sarah hadn't seen before. Sarah held back, still trying to get him to let go of her hair. She swore he was pulling out so much that by the time he was done she'd be bald.
Leading her reluctantly through the door, they ended up overlooking a sheer drop over a cliff. There was nowhere to go, as there was a wall behind them and a cliff in front of them. With her hair still in his hand, he threw her away from him, into the wall beside him. Her body connected with the wall in a thud. Sarah slid down the wall groaning in pain.
Seeing that she was defenseless as she lied on the ground in a fetal position, Leach stalked over to her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Pulling his leg back, he brought it back in front him in a kick that connected just under Sarah's ribcage. Sarah let out a howl as she felt her ribs crack. Clutching her side, she tried in vain to get Leach to stop kicking her. He was relentless though. "You see, dear," he said, stopping a moment to talk, "only one of us is going over that cliff, and I'm it's not going to be me."
"Stand up," he demanded forcefully. When she didn't comply fast enough with his wishes, he kicked her again, this time his foot connected with her neck, leaving a nasty swelling bruise. Standing on shaky legs, just breathing hurt. Grabbing her around the waist, he positioned her so she was standing just centimeters from the lethal fall off the edge. Sarah's heart was thundering in her chest, and her breath was coming in fast painful gasps.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of begging, so she just stayed silent. "Any last requests?" he asked and his sickly breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in. "Yeah," Sarah smirked, "go to hell." Feeling patient being drained and his rage burning, he pushed her roughly forward, and Sarah couldn't stop herself from falling. Instead she gave in and let the fall claim her. She wondered how long she would fall until she reached the sudden stop at the end.
Then she must've hit the ground because she recalled her back hitting something solid, but upon opening her eyes she was faced with the ceiling in the room she and Jareth shared. Letting out a shuddering sigh of relief that it was just a dream, Sarah hauled herself off of the floor and got to her feet.
Getting rid of her stubborn pride, Sarah decided that maybe it was time to tell Jareth her predicament.
Well, I can't promise I'll update soon, but I will most certainly try. Please do review. I've noticed my reviews have been dwindling. Maybe it's because this story keeps going on and on and on. If you want me to end it soon just say so, but don't torture me by not reviewing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Note to BatbLady: I hope this chapter is long enough for you. I really did try to make it longer. And I know where I'm going with this chapter.lol. You're so cruel.
This is the noise that keeps me awake My head explodes And my body aches ~Garbage
As her sleeplessness wore on, Sarah was slowly unraveling. Everywhere she turned, she imagined that she saw the hideous image of Mr. Leach, taunting her from the shadows. The dark circles under her eyes were the harrowing testimony to her sleep problem. Sarah always carried a cup of coffee with her now, just in case she felt tired. This led to her being overly talkative, which started to concern Jareth.
One day, he sat her down on his throne and made her sit still for a moment while he tried to get some answers from her. "Sarah, this is not tolerable. Tell me why you won't sleep. Is it me? Do you not like sleeping with me?" Feeling guilty for his insecurity, Sarah shook her head, "It's not you Jareth. I just can't sleep. I'm not tired." Not believing her, Jareth continued, "Right, and these dark circles are there merely for decoration." As he said this he ran his thumbs along the circles underneath her eyes to emphasize his point.
"Really," she said, "I'm fine." Sighing, Jareth ran a hand through his hair, which was slowly becoming disheveled. "Just tell me what it is," he demanded, grounding his teeth together impatiently. "It's nothing really," she still tried to convince him. Grabbing her roughly by the shoulders, he said forcefully, "Tell me what it is Sarah, or I'll.I'll," he failed to think of a good threat.
Sarah, now angry, jumped from the throne and stepped around him. "Or you'll what? There's nothing you could do to me to make it any worse," she said matter-of-factly, while wiping the tears away from her leaking eyes. Fleeing from the room hurriedly, Sarah tried to escape Jareth's persistent questioning. Using his magic, he transported himself in front of her, and held her to him before she could protest.
"I'm sorry," he whispered regretfully, his voice full of emotion. Letting herself surrender into his arms, she felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. Her eyelids felt heavy, and they lowered sluggishly and soon her eyes were closed and she was sleeping standing up. Her light breathing against his chest signaled Jareth to transport her to the room they shared. He took Sarah's peaceful form and lied her down on their bed gently.
Pushing the hair away from her face, he spoke softly, "Sleep well my love." He lowered his lips to press against the pale skin of her exposed forehead. Rising, he walked quietly out of the room, shutting the door behind him to leave her to her dreams.
That was a big mistake for Sarah's dreams weren't dreams at all. They were horrendous nightmares she couldn't escape from. It was dark where she was. Not to mention dank. It smelled of must and a slightly rank odor. All around her were stone walls, slightly slimy, only she couldn't see them, all she could do was feel around for a way out. Suddenly a light appeared from above her out of nowhere. Looking up at the light trying to find its source, she found her voice and screamed, "Help me someone, please, I'm being held against my will!"
Her voice was sore after a few more minutes of screaming; she found she could no longer yell. She sank down the wall to sit on the floor, with her knees drawn up to her chest and she put her arms around her legs. "Well, well, if it isn't Sarah. Nice to see you again my dear," said the voice Sarah had been dreading to hear.
Pressing her cheek sideways against her knees away from the voice, she squeezed her eyes shut and said, "Leave me alone." In a false voice of pity, Leach sank down beside her, and said, "What's the matter, baby. Are you going to cry?" He chuckled, quite satisfied with himself.
Enraged, Sarah turned to face him and spat, "No, I'm not going to cry. I'm going to sit here and wish you were dead with every fiber of my being. I also wish I could kick the shit out of you right now, but that would take a lot of kicking." Leach's smirk fell from his face. Now she had made him mad.
Grabbing her roughly by her long, chestnut locks, he pulled Sarah to her feet. "Ow!" Sarah cried in pain, trying to pry his grip from her hair. "You're hurting," she exclaimed. Keeping her hair locked in his fist; he pulled her to a door that Sarah hadn't seen before. Sarah held back, still trying to get him to let go of her hair. She swore he was pulling out so much that by the time he was done she'd be bald.
Leading her reluctantly through the door, they ended up overlooking a sheer drop over a cliff. There was nowhere to go, as there was a wall behind them and a cliff in front of them. With her hair still in his hand, he threw her away from him, into the wall beside him. Her body connected with the wall in a thud. Sarah slid down the wall groaning in pain.
Seeing that she was defenseless as she lied on the ground in a fetal position, Leach stalked over to her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Pulling his leg back, he brought it back in front him in a kick that connected just under Sarah's ribcage. Sarah let out a howl as she felt her ribs crack. Clutching her side, she tried in vain to get Leach to stop kicking her. He was relentless though. "You see, dear," he said, stopping a moment to talk, "only one of us is going over that cliff, and I'm it's not going to be me."
"Stand up," he demanded forcefully. When she didn't comply fast enough with his wishes, he kicked her again, this time his foot connected with her neck, leaving a nasty swelling bruise. Standing on shaky legs, just breathing hurt. Grabbing her around the waist, he positioned her so she was standing just centimeters from the lethal fall off the edge. Sarah's heart was thundering in her chest, and her breath was coming in fast painful gasps.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of begging, so she just stayed silent. "Any last requests?" he asked and his sickly breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in. "Yeah," Sarah smirked, "go to hell." Feeling patient being drained and his rage burning, he pushed her roughly forward, and Sarah couldn't stop herself from falling. Instead she gave in and let the fall claim her. She wondered how long she would fall until she reached the sudden stop at the end.
Then she must've hit the ground because she recalled her back hitting something solid, but upon opening her eyes she was faced with the ceiling in the room she and Jareth shared. Letting out a shuddering sigh of relief that it was just a dream, Sarah hauled herself off of the floor and got to her feet.
Getting rid of her stubborn pride, Sarah decided that maybe it was time to tell Jareth her predicament.
Well, I can't promise I'll update soon, but I will most certainly try. Please do review. I've noticed my reviews have been dwindling. Maybe it's because this story keeps going on and on and on. If you want me to end it soon just say so, but don't torture me by not reviewing.