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I know you're all eager to get on with the story, so without further ado…
In the Ballroom
She was lying peacefully. If he hadn't known better, Jareth would have sworn that she was simply napping. She was still a beauty, despite the bluish-yellow bruise that was slowly spreading across the side of her face. Her rich, chestnut colored hair was spread around her face, complemented perfectly by his navy sheets, and he knew that behind her eyelids waited bright, brown eyes that used to spark angrily at him. He tried to dismiss the last bit of news the doctor had told him. She has power, Jareth. He shook his head. No, there is no way. He must be mistaken, that is all. Jareth returned his attention to Sarah. She was still wearing the clothes she had worn on her date and they were now torn and bloody. With a wave of his hand, Jareth replaced the damaged clothes with a filmy white nightgown that seemed to be made out of a material only slightly more substantial than moonbeams. He then pulled a chair over to her beside and resigned himself to a restless night.
"Please Sarah, wake up."
**
Morning
Sarah had been awake for five minutes now and was trying to gather the courage to open her eyes. Ow, ow, ow! How much did I have to drink last night? The last time I had a headache this bad was the morning after my 21st birthday party. After another minute, she finally managed to squeeze one eye open. OW! Too bright, much too bright. After a few more minutes, she opened her other eye with some difficulty. Why can't I open my left eye all the way? It feels kinda swollen. This thought was brought to a halt though, as a more important observation clamored for her attention. When the hell did the landlord install a marble ceiling? Ignoring the pain that movement brought, Sarah sat up, and immediately noticed a certain Goblin King sprawled in a chair next to her bed, asleep. He looked rather bedraggled, his hair wild, his shirt askew and half untucked, but his presence was still undeniably regal. Okay, don't panic. This a dream, a simple dream, brought on by memories repressed in your subconscious. Wake up now, Sarah. C'mon, wake up. She squeezed her eyes shut while repeating this mantra, and when she opened then again, she was still there, in the Underground. Not just the Underground, you're in Jar- his room! Well, fine if I won't wake up, I'll at least take control of this dream. With that thought, she pushed the blankets off her wonder how I bruised my leg like that and stood up, only to see the floor rushing toward her in a very familiar manner. Shit, this is going to hurt was her last thought before she felt a pair of strong arms catch her and everything went black.
Jareth had finally fallen asleep sometime after sunrise. The doctor had returned and threatened to bar him from the room if he did not get some rest. He awoke just in time to see Sarah start to topple to the floor and jumped from his chair to catch her. She was unconscious again and he laid her back in the bed before calling for the doctor.
"Her pulse is normal and the fact that she woke up is a good sign. She'll probably wake again in a few more hours."
"Are you sure?"
The doctor held back a sigh; it wouldn't do to upset the King any further. He hoped, for Jareth's sake- and his own, that the girl woke soon and stayed awake.
"I'm as sure as one can be in these circumstances, your Highness. As I've stated, she is strong and-"
"Yes, yes, I know. Go have breakfast, Doctor. I'll be sure and let you know if anything changes."
**
Afternoon
Sarah again opened her eyes, her headache minor in comparison to the fact that she was staring into a pair of mismatched eyes. For just a moment, she thought she saw relief in those eyes, but before she could even think of what that meant, it was replaced by the cool impassiveness of the Goblin King. Maybe I imagined it.
"Sarah? How do you feel?"
"Like hell. What have you done to me?"
Jareth drew back, startled.
"I merely answered your call. Really Sarah, is that how you express your gratitude?" He favored her with one of his especially arrogant smirks, knowing just how much it annoyed her.
"I don't want to play games, Goblin King. Why have you brought me back here?" Sarah noticed a different look come across his face; one that she doubted was present very often- confusion.
"Sarah, what do you remember about last night?"
Whew! Finally. Sorry that took so long, but hopefully it was worth the wait. I hope to have the next chapter up much quicker.
Pssst. Hey you, yeah you. You know you wanna review. Go on, you can do it. It'll only take a minute.
~Raissa
I know you're all eager to get on with the story, so without further ado…
In the Ballroom
She was lying peacefully. If he hadn't known better, Jareth would have sworn that she was simply napping. She was still a beauty, despite the bluish-yellow bruise that was slowly spreading across the side of her face. Her rich, chestnut colored hair was spread around her face, complemented perfectly by his navy sheets, and he knew that behind her eyelids waited bright, brown eyes that used to spark angrily at him. He tried to dismiss the last bit of news the doctor had told him. She has power, Jareth. He shook his head. No, there is no way. He must be mistaken, that is all. Jareth returned his attention to Sarah. She was still wearing the clothes she had worn on her date and they were now torn and bloody. With a wave of his hand, Jareth replaced the damaged clothes with a filmy white nightgown that seemed to be made out of a material only slightly more substantial than moonbeams. He then pulled a chair over to her beside and resigned himself to a restless night.
"Please Sarah, wake up."
**
Morning
Sarah had been awake for five minutes now and was trying to gather the courage to open her eyes. Ow, ow, ow! How much did I have to drink last night? The last time I had a headache this bad was the morning after my 21st birthday party. After another minute, she finally managed to squeeze one eye open. OW! Too bright, much too bright. After a few more minutes, she opened her other eye with some difficulty. Why can't I open my left eye all the way? It feels kinda swollen. This thought was brought to a halt though, as a more important observation clamored for her attention. When the hell did the landlord install a marble ceiling? Ignoring the pain that movement brought, Sarah sat up, and immediately noticed a certain Goblin King sprawled in a chair next to her bed, asleep. He looked rather bedraggled, his hair wild, his shirt askew and half untucked, but his presence was still undeniably regal. Okay, don't panic. This a dream, a simple dream, brought on by memories repressed in your subconscious. Wake up now, Sarah. C'mon, wake up. She squeezed her eyes shut while repeating this mantra, and when she opened then again, she was still there, in the Underground. Not just the Underground, you're in Jar- his room! Well, fine if I won't wake up, I'll at least take control of this dream. With that thought, she pushed the blankets off her wonder how I bruised my leg like that and stood up, only to see the floor rushing toward her in a very familiar manner. Shit, this is going to hurt was her last thought before she felt a pair of strong arms catch her and everything went black.
Jareth had finally fallen asleep sometime after sunrise. The doctor had returned and threatened to bar him from the room if he did not get some rest. He awoke just in time to see Sarah start to topple to the floor and jumped from his chair to catch her. She was unconscious again and he laid her back in the bed before calling for the doctor.
"Her pulse is normal and the fact that she woke up is a good sign. She'll probably wake again in a few more hours."
"Are you sure?"
The doctor held back a sigh; it wouldn't do to upset the King any further. He hoped, for Jareth's sake- and his own, that the girl woke soon and stayed awake.
"I'm as sure as one can be in these circumstances, your Highness. As I've stated, she is strong and-"
"Yes, yes, I know. Go have breakfast, Doctor. I'll be sure and let you know if anything changes."
**
Afternoon
Sarah again opened her eyes, her headache minor in comparison to the fact that she was staring into a pair of mismatched eyes. For just a moment, she thought she saw relief in those eyes, but before she could even think of what that meant, it was replaced by the cool impassiveness of the Goblin King. Maybe I imagined it.
"Sarah? How do you feel?"
"Like hell. What have you done to me?"
Jareth drew back, startled.
"I merely answered your call. Really Sarah, is that how you express your gratitude?" He favored her with one of his especially arrogant smirks, knowing just how much it annoyed her.
"I don't want to play games, Goblin King. Why have you brought me back here?" Sarah noticed a different look come across his face; one that she doubted was present very often- confusion.
"Sarah, what do you remember about last night?"
Whew! Finally. Sorry that took so long, but hopefully it was worth the wait. I hope to have the next chapter up much quicker.
Pssst. Hey you, yeah you. You know you wanna review. Go on, you can do it. It'll only take a minute.
~Raissa