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He had been watching her all night, she made quite the social butterfly and the deep blue ball gown she had on was rather stunning. She wasn't aware he was watching of course. He had made sure she wouldn't, and yet he still had this unsettling feeling that she knew anyway. He could feel the familiar anger building , coursing through his veins. Why did he allow this girl to bother him? It wasn't like she was anything special. Sure, she was pretty but he had been with women far prettier than she. Maybe it was her charisma, the fire inside her that made her fight even when she wanted to give up. He remembered the second time she had called him…
Sarah had known for about week now that something had changed in her relationship with John, her boyfriend of one month. She didn't know what exactly, it was nothing she could put her finger on, but there was a feeling in the air, a whisper tugging at the edges of her mind, warning her. But warning me of what? Not knowing the answer to that, she soon pushed the whisperings to the back of her mind as she prepared for the exams that would mark the end of her junior year of college and planned the celebration of her one month anniversary with John. The feelings kept her on edge all that week but it was getting easier to ignore them and she went about her business. Finally Friday came, exams were over and she was having dinner with John. She was enjoying herself, Chez l'Amour being her favorite restaurant, and failed to realize that the whisperings were becoming more insistent, harsher. Her euphoria lasted all the way to the dorm, not really noticing that her boyfriend was unusually quiet and tense. It was only once they entered Sarah's room that John's odd manner and the foreign look in his eye registered within her mind. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he sprung forward and backhanded her across the face.
Jareth had been watching her, as was his custom since she had defeated him five years before, all that week. He too had had feelings of not-quite-rightness and being used to them more than Sarah, knew not to disregard their warning. It wasn't until that night however, when he saw the barely controlled rage that was inside the boy in the restaurant, that he realized what they were warning him against. Get out of there Sarah! Just look at him dammit! Don't you realize you're in danger? Powerless to do anything unless she called on him, he watched the inevitable drama unfold.
Ack! Don't you just hate a cliffhanger? More on the way, I promise.
Remember, writers crave feedback. Please drop me a line and let me know your comments about this story.
~Raissa
Disclaimer: I own it. I own it all. Actually, I don't, except for John.
He had been watching her all night, she made quite the social butterfly and the deep blue ball gown she had on was rather stunning. She wasn't aware he was watching of course. He had made sure she wouldn't, and yet he still had this unsettling feeling that she knew anyway. He could feel the familiar anger building , coursing through his veins. Why did he allow this girl to bother him? It wasn't like she was anything special. Sure, she was pretty but he had been with women far prettier than she. Maybe it was her charisma, the fire inside her that made her fight even when she wanted to give up. He remembered the second time she had called him…
Sarah had known for about week now that something had changed in her relationship with John, her boyfriend of one month. She didn't know what exactly, it was nothing she could put her finger on, but there was a feeling in the air, a whisper tugging at the edges of her mind, warning her. But warning me of what? Not knowing the answer to that, she soon pushed the whisperings to the back of her mind as she prepared for the exams that would mark the end of her junior year of college and planned the celebration of her one month anniversary with John. The feelings kept her on edge all that week but it was getting easier to ignore them and she went about her business. Finally Friday came, exams were over and she was having dinner with John. She was enjoying herself, Chez l'Amour being her favorite restaurant, and failed to realize that the whisperings were becoming more insistent, harsher. Her euphoria lasted all the way to the dorm, not really noticing that her boyfriend was unusually quiet and tense. It was only once they entered Sarah's room that John's odd manner and the foreign look in his eye registered within her mind. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he sprung forward and backhanded her across the face.
Jareth had been watching her, as was his custom since she had defeated him five years before, all that week. He too had had feelings of not-quite-rightness and being used to them more than Sarah, knew not to disregard their warning. It wasn't until that night however, when he saw the barely controlled rage that was inside the boy in the restaurant, that he realized what they were warning him against. Get out of there Sarah! Just look at him dammit! Don't you realize you're in danger? Powerless to do anything unless she called on him, he watched the inevitable drama unfold.
Ack! Don't you just hate a cliffhanger? More on the way, I promise.
Remember, writers crave feedback. Please drop me a line and let me know your comments about this story.
~Raissa