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Thanks for reviews lovely ppl, I'm paranoid about my writing so you all win cookies for being so nice :). Like I said I'm
new at movie fan fic., tho I used to write wrestling fan fics (DON'T HIT ME *cowers in a corner*) It is angsty at the mo.,
but I have the feeling that smut will come later I'm afraid *sigh, I'm so ashamed of myself etc, hee hee*.
Brittania Jaxon: hee hee thanx, glad you liked my fic as much as I liked yours.
Lady Jamie: *grins manically* thanx,that's a huge compliment, I LOVE your stuff! Well wishes don't normally work, but hear
ya go *offers chapter* If they did I think I'd have a naked Goblin king chained to my bed, mwahahaa!
Anyastazya: AHHHHHHHHHHH! *gives in and the next chapter explodes out onto the computer* You'll find out soon enough...
Sarah began to dread sleep as the weeks went by. Sleep was no longer a sanctuary from stress or remembering her past, it was
a gateway back into the Underground. But it was an Underground that she did not recognize, seen through the eyes of a
terrifying, battle and soul scarred woman. It was not always the same scene, one where flames and blood leapt up and
filled her with fear and this other woman with grim determination. Sometimes it was in vast expanses of forest that the
woman was trekking through, and Sarah did not see a single soul throughout the dream. Sometimes she was creeping around in
black shrouded, silent rooms, making no sound accept for the light thrum of her breathing as she stole what she needed,
her hands becoming her eyes in the dark as she felt to see if things were of value. The worst were in the dungeon. She
could FEEL the woman's hunger, feel her pain and fury and a disturbing almost reptilian patience. The woman could have
waited in that cell until she rotted, and would not have given in. She was hung from a wall, stretched, her toes barely
touching her floor as manacles held her wrists, biting them raw. The guard had attempted to force himself on her only to
be kicked in the face and choked with one of her legs. When he had freed himself with the help of the other guard they had
beaten her almost to the point of unconsciousness, warm blood trickling from her forehead down to her lip, eyes swollen black
almost to the point of blinding her. Sarah could taste the woman's blood, and that was normally enough to wake her screaming
in fear. Upon the 15th day of these dreams she awoke breathing fiercely, eyes wild, setting her teeth against crying. What
was happening to her?? "It's him... it has to be him..." she murmured to herself, rubbing her eyes, relieved to feel they
were not swollen and painful as they were in the dream. 'Jareth must be sending these dreams to torture me.' she thought,
stumbling from bed, not wanting to be near it. But why would he have waited so long to take revenge on her for having
refused him? She had always thought he would want it, the double humiliation of her defeating him and his love for her being
denied enough to send him mad with rage. His longing for her had not been quietened simply by one dance, how could it have
been? It certainly hadn't quietened hers. She shook her head, forcing the rebel thought out. Since when had she ever
returned his feelings? 'Since you started trembling and not knowing who you were whenever him and his goddamn dark
charisma came anywhere near you. Since you started thinking about LETTING him touch you.' retorted the annoyingly
honest part of her. She grumbled quietly to herself, now that she was awake able to distract herself with such ridiculous
mental arguments. It was true though. When he had touched her in the ballroom, she had stiffened in what he had taken as
distaste, when really it was the only thing she knew that would stop her crumbling into a pile of sensation. When he had
pulled her closer she thought she was going to die just from touching him. Considering he was a nightmare wrapped up in
beauty it would have been apt if she had died when he pulled her to him, his warmth... "Grow up." she mumbled to herself disagreeably,
opening the fridge and getting out some orange juice. An image of the Guard, his rank breath in her face, shot through her
mind and she stilled, clenching her teeth until it was gone. Slamming the fridge closed, she noticed a note pinned to it.
'Barry's taking me to Amsterdam for the weekend! HOW KEWL?! See you on Monday hon, ScarlettXXX'. Sarah sighed and grinned,
crumpling the note. She wasn't going to pretend that Scarlett had forgotten about the term paper that needed to be completed.
Realization sharply came to her mind. Scarlett wouldn't be here. Going back to her room she swiftly dressed and faced the
mirror, her silver blue eyes flashing with apprehension. "Sir Didymus, Hoggle, Ludo. I miss you." she said softly, eyes
fixed into the mirror. There was a slight tremor in the air, as if the world was rearranging around something that hadn't
been there before, and Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus all appeared on her bed. Letting out a shriek of delight, Sarah flew at
all of them and enveloped them in hugs. "My Lady we had thought you'd forgotten us!" exclaimed Sir Didymus, doffing his hat
at her when she had released him. "Oh no of course I hadn't! Oh God I've missed you all!" she said delightedly. "I was
planning on being annoyed with you..." began Hoggle crossly only to be interrupted by another hug. "Ok ok I missed you too"
he said begrudgingly, Sarah finally releasing him, laughing. She turned to Ludo, about to say something, when she saw the
expression on his face. Turning to where his gaze was fixed, where all of their gazes were now fixed, she saw what it was,
and felt the cold chill of apprehension fill her. It was a crystal ball, rolling towards them, from out of the mirror.
Thanks for reviews lovely ppl, I'm paranoid about my writing so you all win cookies for being so nice :). Like I said I'm
new at movie fan fic., tho I used to write wrestling fan fics (DON'T HIT ME *cowers in a corner*) It is angsty at the mo.,
but I have the feeling that smut will come later I'm afraid *sigh, I'm so ashamed of myself etc, hee hee*.
Brittania Jaxon: hee hee thanx, glad you liked my fic as much as I liked yours.
Lady Jamie: *grins manically* thanx,that's a huge compliment, I LOVE your stuff! Well wishes don't normally work, but hear
ya go *offers chapter* If they did I think I'd have a naked Goblin king chained to my bed, mwahahaa!
Anyastazya: AHHHHHHHHHHH! *gives in and the next chapter explodes out onto the computer* You'll find out soon enough...
Sarah began to dread sleep as the weeks went by. Sleep was no longer a sanctuary from stress or remembering her past, it was
a gateway back into the Underground. But it was an Underground that she did not recognize, seen through the eyes of a
terrifying, battle and soul scarred woman. It was not always the same scene, one where flames and blood leapt up and
filled her with fear and this other woman with grim determination. Sometimes it was in vast expanses of forest that the
woman was trekking through, and Sarah did not see a single soul throughout the dream. Sometimes she was creeping around in
black shrouded, silent rooms, making no sound accept for the light thrum of her breathing as she stole what she needed,
her hands becoming her eyes in the dark as she felt to see if things were of value. The worst were in the dungeon. She
could FEEL the woman's hunger, feel her pain and fury and a disturbing almost reptilian patience. The woman could have
waited in that cell until she rotted, and would not have given in. She was hung from a wall, stretched, her toes barely
touching her floor as manacles held her wrists, biting them raw. The guard had attempted to force himself on her only to
be kicked in the face and choked with one of her legs. When he had freed himself with the help of the other guard they had
beaten her almost to the point of unconsciousness, warm blood trickling from her forehead down to her lip, eyes swollen black
almost to the point of blinding her. Sarah could taste the woman's blood, and that was normally enough to wake her screaming
in fear. Upon the 15th day of these dreams she awoke breathing fiercely, eyes wild, setting her teeth against crying. What
was happening to her?? "It's him... it has to be him..." she murmured to herself, rubbing her eyes, relieved to feel they
were not swollen and painful as they were in the dream. 'Jareth must be sending these dreams to torture me.' she thought,
stumbling from bed, not wanting to be near it. But why would he have waited so long to take revenge on her for having
refused him? She had always thought he would want it, the double humiliation of her defeating him and his love for her being
denied enough to send him mad with rage. His longing for her had not been quietened simply by one dance, how could it have
been? It certainly hadn't quietened hers. She shook her head, forcing the rebel thought out. Since when had she ever
returned his feelings? 'Since you started trembling and not knowing who you were whenever him and his goddamn dark
charisma came anywhere near you. Since you started thinking about LETTING him touch you.' retorted the annoyingly
honest part of her. She grumbled quietly to herself, now that she was awake able to distract herself with such ridiculous
mental arguments. It was true though. When he had touched her in the ballroom, she had stiffened in what he had taken as
distaste, when really it was the only thing she knew that would stop her crumbling into a pile of sensation. When he had
pulled her closer she thought she was going to die just from touching him. Considering he was a nightmare wrapped up in
beauty it would have been apt if she had died when he pulled her to him, his warmth... "Grow up." she mumbled to herself disagreeably,
opening the fridge and getting out some orange juice. An image of the Guard, his rank breath in her face, shot through her
mind and she stilled, clenching her teeth until it was gone. Slamming the fridge closed, she noticed a note pinned to it.
'Barry's taking me to Amsterdam for the weekend! HOW KEWL?! See you on Monday hon, ScarlettXXX'. Sarah sighed and grinned,
crumpling the note. She wasn't going to pretend that Scarlett had forgotten about the term paper that needed to be completed.
Realization sharply came to her mind. Scarlett wouldn't be here. Going back to her room she swiftly dressed and faced the
mirror, her silver blue eyes flashing with apprehension. "Sir Didymus, Hoggle, Ludo. I miss you." she said softly, eyes
fixed into the mirror. There was a slight tremor in the air, as if the world was rearranging around something that hadn't
been there before, and Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus all appeared on her bed. Letting out a shriek of delight, Sarah flew at
all of them and enveloped them in hugs. "My Lady we had thought you'd forgotten us!" exclaimed Sir Didymus, doffing his hat
at her when she had released him. "Oh no of course I hadn't! Oh God I've missed you all!" she said delightedly. "I was
planning on being annoyed with you..." began Hoggle crossly only to be interrupted by another hug. "Ok ok I missed you too"
he said begrudgingly, Sarah finally releasing him, laughing. She turned to Ludo, about to say something, when she saw the
expression on his face. Turning to where his gaze was fixed, where all of their gazes were now fixed, she saw what it was,
and felt the cold chill of apprehension fill her. It was a crystal ball, rolling towards them, from out of the mirror.