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Hey, thanx to my few reviewers who keep checking this out. Not many ppl may be reading it, but Hell you guys are too nice so
I'll keep writing it for the ones who actually are interested, lol. Besides I'm having fun hee hee.
Standing swiftly, Sarah turned about in her room, looking for him. "I didn't invite you. Show yourself..." she began, only
to hear his chuckle. Oh great, he was going for the corny villain routine then. Spinning sharply, her eyes widened as she
saw him step out of the mirror where her reflection should have been. "Always so demanding Sarah." he said in his amused,
mocking manner, stepping forward and crouching to pick up the crystal. Dumbfounded, Sarah merely stood staring at him as he
straightened, playing the crystal around his hands with a smirk on his face, finally arching a quizzical eyebrow when she
continued to say nothing. His long, silver blond hair stirred slightly in a preternatural wind and Sarah found herself as
she always had been overwhelmed by his arrogant, dark presence. She was SURE that something as cruel as that shouldn't be
permitted to be so gorgeous. Flushing crimson she looked away.
She had never thought she would even see him again, never considered what to say if she actually DID. What was he doing here?
He glanced suddenly at Hoggle and the others, considering them with his head tilted to one side. "Hoghead.."
"Hoggle..."
"What did I tell you about coming to Sarah in the Aboveground?" Jareth continued, slowly walking towards Hoggle, his
deliberate step causing Hoggle to nervously inch backwards. "You forbade them from seeing me?" exclaimed Sarah, eyes furious.
His gaze sweeped back to her "Of course. Do you suppose I would keep a gateway to this world permanently open just so these
morons can visit *you*?" he said, his tone pure bitterness as his step advanced towards her instead until his face was inches
from hers. His resentment of her was still more than apparent, and Sarah found herself in a state of near paralysis due to
his closeness. His eyes swept her up and down slowly, taking her in with an almost possessive curiosity. She hoped her
cheeks were not burning even more red. He hadn't seen her since she was fifteen after all, and she was a fully grown woman.
DAMN him, she could barely think with him standing there looking at her so intensely! "That's not fair!" she exclaimed,
instantly regretting it when she saw his face switch from anger to amusement. "Oh Sarah, you are so predictable." he purred,
his tone almost caressing before stepping away from her, turning his back. Typically Jareth, that his voice should sound so
intimate and his gestures towards her be so cold. "Why did you bother coming here? You can't steal anyone away this time
round." she spat back sarcastically. He turned back to her, still smirking slightly, the smirk which made her
want to murder him. "To honour a promise." he said simply, still playing the crystal through his hands, so fast that the
flashing of it almost mesmerised Sarah. Mesmerised her as much as his bizarre eyes. Shaking such thoughts away, she scowled
"What promise would that be? To avenge your poor wounded ego?" He gave an amused, bitter laugh, eyes blazing. "No that will
come later. You can consider this a test."
"A test? If it's anything like your last one I want no part in it." she declared back, her eyes challenging. He stepped
forward again, doubtless expecting her to back down, but she held his stare as he stalked towards her. "But you're already
part of it, Sarah." he said, even the way he spoke her name seeming to mock her. His eyes flickered briefly "In some ways
you are so what I suspect you to be." he murmured, his tone vaguely confused. Turning sharply away again, breaking them both
out of the heated stare, he paced back towards the mirror. "You talk in riddles Goblin King!" said Sir Didymus agitatedly,
stepping forth between Jareth and Sarah in a protective gesture. Jareth ignored him, but turned and threw the crystal up
into the air towards Sarah "Soon, you will call me of your own free will Sarah. You will need me to help you understand and
you will need me because it's who you are. If you're lucky, I might be feeling... generous when you find you can't live
without what I have to offer." he said even as the crystal span, down towards Sarah's hands. His words sounded like a
proclamation of her doom. Maybe they were. He disappeared through the mirror even as the thing descending towards Sarah's
hands transformed into something silver that gleamed in the light. Sarah caught it, glanced round and saw that the others
had disappeared too. Doubtless Jareth had dragged them back into the Underground with him. She looked down at what she held
and saw it to be a silver necklace, intricately designed, with a blue green jewel set on the end of it. What was this? A
gift? Shaking her head in disbelief, Sarah twined it round her wrist and grabbed her bag. She needed some fresh air.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jareth stormed back into the Throne room, eyes alight with anger and confusion. Shoving a goblin out of his way with a foot,
he watched the more wary ones scatter before he threw himself down onto his throne, sprawling there and staring out at the
skyline. Patience was necessary here, he knew that. Considering the length of time he had lived such patience should have
been second nature, but in such a situation as this he didn't think he had the strength necessary. Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he
tried to etch the image of her out of his skull. A woman now, even more beautiful, the supple curves of femininity contrasting
fantastically with the strong, aggressive power in her eyes. Convincing him even further that what he believed was true. No
one else could challenge him in such a way, could look so violent and powerful whilst being insanely lovely. His breath
quickened slightly as he thought of her when she had refused to back away from him. He had never managed to get that close
to her before. What manner of challenge had that been? What did she want him to do? Strike her? Kiss her, for he knew
that was what he wanted. He had gritted his teeth against temptation and turned away, knowing that he could not stay near her
and not do something about this longing. Not after so long. But as of yet, she did not believe those dreams she had been
having to be anything other than that. True she thought that he was sending them, he was more than aware of that. But if
only she knew he had no control over what her own mind was trying to tell her...
Hey, thanx to my few reviewers who keep checking this out. Not many ppl may be reading it, but Hell you guys are too nice so
I'll keep writing it for the ones who actually are interested, lol. Besides I'm having fun hee hee.
Standing swiftly, Sarah turned about in her room, looking for him. "I didn't invite you. Show yourself..." she began, only
to hear his chuckle. Oh great, he was going for the corny villain routine then. Spinning sharply, her eyes widened as she
saw him step out of the mirror where her reflection should have been. "Always so demanding Sarah." he said in his amused,
mocking manner, stepping forward and crouching to pick up the crystal. Dumbfounded, Sarah merely stood staring at him as he
straightened, playing the crystal around his hands with a smirk on his face, finally arching a quizzical eyebrow when she
continued to say nothing. His long, silver blond hair stirred slightly in a preternatural wind and Sarah found herself as
she always had been overwhelmed by his arrogant, dark presence. She was SURE that something as cruel as that shouldn't be
permitted to be so gorgeous. Flushing crimson she looked away.
She had never thought she would even see him again, never considered what to say if she actually DID. What was he doing here?
He glanced suddenly at Hoggle and the others, considering them with his head tilted to one side. "Hoghead.."
"Hoggle..."
"What did I tell you about coming to Sarah in the Aboveground?" Jareth continued, slowly walking towards Hoggle, his
deliberate step causing Hoggle to nervously inch backwards. "You forbade them from seeing me?" exclaimed Sarah, eyes furious.
His gaze sweeped back to her "Of course. Do you suppose I would keep a gateway to this world permanently open just so these
morons can visit *you*?" he said, his tone pure bitterness as his step advanced towards her instead until his face was inches
from hers. His resentment of her was still more than apparent, and Sarah found herself in a state of near paralysis due to
his closeness. His eyes swept her up and down slowly, taking her in with an almost possessive curiosity. She hoped her
cheeks were not burning even more red. He hadn't seen her since she was fifteen after all, and she was a fully grown woman.
DAMN him, she could barely think with him standing there looking at her so intensely! "That's not fair!" she exclaimed,
instantly regretting it when she saw his face switch from anger to amusement. "Oh Sarah, you are so predictable." he purred,
his tone almost caressing before stepping away from her, turning his back. Typically Jareth, that his voice should sound so
intimate and his gestures towards her be so cold. "Why did you bother coming here? You can't steal anyone away this time
round." she spat back sarcastically. He turned back to her, still smirking slightly, the smirk which made her
want to murder him. "To honour a promise." he said simply, still playing the crystal through his hands, so fast that the
flashing of it almost mesmerised Sarah. Mesmerised her as much as his bizarre eyes. Shaking such thoughts away, she scowled
"What promise would that be? To avenge your poor wounded ego?" He gave an amused, bitter laugh, eyes blazing. "No that will
come later. You can consider this a test."
"A test? If it's anything like your last one I want no part in it." she declared back, her eyes challenging. He stepped
forward again, doubtless expecting her to back down, but she held his stare as he stalked towards her. "But you're already
part of it, Sarah." he said, even the way he spoke her name seeming to mock her. His eyes flickered briefly "In some ways
you are so what I suspect you to be." he murmured, his tone vaguely confused. Turning sharply away again, breaking them both
out of the heated stare, he paced back towards the mirror. "You talk in riddles Goblin King!" said Sir Didymus agitatedly,
stepping forth between Jareth and Sarah in a protective gesture. Jareth ignored him, but turned and threw the crystal up
into the air towards Sarah "Soon, you will call me of your own free will Sarah. You will need me to help you understand and
you will need me because it's who you are. If you're lucky, I might be feeling... generous when you find you can't live
without what I have to offer." he said even as the crystal span, down towards Sarah's hands. His words sounded like a
proclamation of her doom. Maybe they were. He disappeared through the mirror even as the thing descending towards Sarah's
hands transformed into something silver that gleamed in the light. Sarah caught it, glanced round and saw that the others
had disappeared too. Doubtless Jareth had dragged them back into the Underground with him. She looked down at what she held
and saw it to be a silver necklace, intricately designed, with a blue green jewel set on the end of it. What was this? A
gift? Shaking her head in disbelief, Sarah twined it round her wrist and grabbed her bag. She needed some fresh air.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jareth stormed back into the Throne room, eyes alight with anger and confusion. Shoving a goblin out of his way with a foot,
he watched the more wary ones scatter before he threw himself down onto his throne, sprawling there and staring out at the
skyline. Patience was necessary here, he knew that. Considering the length of time he had lived such patience should have
been second nature, but in such a situation as this he didn't think he had the strength necessary. Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he
tried to etch the image of her out of his skull. A woman now, even more beautiful, the supple curves of femininity contrasting
fantastically with the strong, aggressive power in her eyes. Convincing him even further that what he believed was true. No
one else could challenge him in such a way, could look so violent and powerful whilst being insanely lovely. His breath
quickened slightly as he thought of her when she had refused to back away from him. He had never managed to get that close
to her before. What manner of challenge had that been? What did she want him to do? Strike her? Kiss her, for he knew
that was what he wanted. He had gritted his teeth against temptation and turned away, knowing that he could not stay near her
and not do something about this longing. Not after so long. But as of yet, she did not believe those dreams she had been
having to be anything other than that. True she thought that he was sending them, he was more than aware of that. But if
only she knew he had no control over what her own mind was trying to tell her...