UNDERGROUND:
"Fall equinox." Cameron muttered to himself, staring up at the sun.
The fall equinox was the one day he, the heir to the Goblin throne, could bring a person from aboveground. The thought had never entertained him before, but now all he could think of was bringing Bree here, to his home.
ABOVEGROUND:
Cameron snuck up behind Bree and kissed her neck, slowly moving his lips up to her ear. "Hello, beautiful." He breathed.
"Cameron." She smiled slowly.
"Come with me." He whispered, planting another kiss on her neck.
She pulled out of his arms and turned to face him. "Come with you where?"
He pulled her back, and kissed her lips tenderly. "To the Castle beyond the Goblin City."
"For what?" she asked slowly.
"I want to show it to you." He said eagerly. "I've been in your home, you've never seen mine."
Bree sighed. Cameron buried his face in her neck. "Please. Please. Please. Please."
"Alright. Alright." She laughed. "I'll go."
UNDERGROUND:
Bree jumped back as a hoard of goblins scurried past. "What the hell were those?!"
"Goblins, my sweet." Cameron grinned.
"They look like little.", she trailed off.
"Goblins?"
"Well, yeah." Cameron's grin grew wider.
"Where are they going?"
He kissed her gently. "To the Escher room, Brigid."
He began to walk down the hall, following the trail the goblins had left.
"The Escher room?" Her eyes widened, knowing what that meant. "Cameron, wait!" He kept walking, and she bolted to catch up to him. Her eyes widened more as she came to one of the doorways to the Escher room. The stairs and doorways twisted and turned, going up the walls, across the ceiling, and through the floor.
Cameron saw Bree's eyes widen in amazement. He smiled to himself, and pulled her into his arms.
"Where are they going?" Bree asked, seeing the goblins go through one of the doorways and out of sight.
"To the throne room. We won't follow them. That's where my father is and my father's a madman."
"Guess it runs in the family." Cameron gawked at her as a grin broke out on her face.
"Once again, you're terrible." Bree ignored him and pulled his head down so that his lips met hers. She kissed him tenderly, burying her hand in his hair. Soon the tenderness turned to passion, and when the kiss broke, they gasped for breath.
Cameron swallowed. "Does that mean you'll have me, Brigid?"
She raised her eyebrows jokingly. "There's a good chance, fairy boy."
"Good. I need a queen."
"Wha?" She stared at him, and her mouth hung open.
He smiled, and lifted her chin up with his forefinger. "Not now, my dear. But in a years time, all this will be mine."
"You-"
"Hush, Brigid. No, I'm not going to kill my father." She relaxed, for that had been exactly what she was thinking. "When the heir to the goblin throne reaches his eighteenth year, his father must resign and hand over the throne to the new king. They do this because the Fae's are immortal. It was created to have a way to rid the Underground of bad kings, or bring better ones to the throne without a bloodbath."
"Will you be a better king then your father?"
"My father's not a bad king. He's a great king, in fact, and the underground prospers like it had not in millennia before him."
"I would have thought he would be too harsh of a person."
Cameron nodded, agreeing. "He is a harsh person, and a harsh ruler when he needs to be. He's not kind, mind you, but he's not cruel, either."
The Heir to the Goblin throne sighed, and kissed Bree again. "When the time comes, will you be my queen, Brigid?"
She sighed, and moved closer. "Maybe. If you're very, very good."
"What if I'm very, very bad?"
She shrugged. "I'll still consider it."
"Good." He pulled her into another kiss.
"I have to go soon, Cameron." She said when the kiss broke.
"Alright. I'll bring you ba-"
"CAMERON!" Bree jumped as the Goblin King's voice vibrated through the hallway.
Cameron swore. "Here. Hide." He pulled open a door near him and pushed her into it.
Bree sat by the door, listening in on the conversation.
"You're not going back aboveground, Cameron."
"And why is that?" Bree could hear the air of self-importance in Cameron's voice.
"You're trying to spite me, Cameron-"
"You surely think highly of yourself don't you, father?"
"Damn it all, Cameron, I-"
"I don't wish to talk to you now, father. Good-bye."
Bree heard boots storm off away from the door. As the large, wooden door open, light spilled in.
"Come here." Cameron smiled and pulled her into her arms.
"What did he mean, Cameron?"
"Hmm?"
"What did he mean when he said you were trying to spite him?" She could feel Cameron sigh.
"Ignore him, Brigid. As I've said, he is a madman." She opened her mouth, but he cut her off.
"We had better be getting you home."
ABOVEGROUND:
Bree lay on the floor to her room, her back propped up against her bed. She turned the onyx orb in her hands.
::Cameron. Cameron, please come. I need to talk to talk to you.::
Why had it been so long since he had come?
There was silence, and yet again Cameron did not appear. Bree closed her eyes. ::Cameron. Please. I need to- I need you.::
"He's not going to come." Bree's eyes popped open. A woman sat across the room from her at her desk.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Bree stood quickly.
"That's no way to greet your lover's mother." Anita, Queen of the Underground, purred.
"What?" Bree snapped.
"You love my son, don't you." Anita grinned evilly. "It is too bad that he doesn't return the favor."
"What?"
"You vocabulary isn't that large is it, Brigid? Oh, well. You have the pretty face to make up for it."
Bree growled a warning.
"I'm sure you'll find a nice, shallow man someday." "I already have someone, lady." Bree gritted her teeth.
"Surely not my boy, little girl. Haven't you realized it yet?"
"Realized what?" the young woman said cautiously.
"That he's using you." The queen said, as it speaking to an idiot child.
Bree froze, gaping at the immortal in front of her and remembering the conversation Cameron had with his father. "No. I don't believe you."
"And why not? This isn't the first time you've heard this, girl. You know he's been using you from the beginning. You've been a pawn, a tool to spite his father."
Bree stood motionlessly. ::Your trying to spite me, Cameron:: the words of the Goblin King echoed in her mind. She gaped at Anita as her heart shattered and the pieces grew cold.
UNDERGROUND:
"My son will not be involved with Sarah's daughter." Jareth snapped.
"I will be involved with whomever I wish to be, father." Cameron growled. His eyes darted to the seat where his mother sat, expecting a snide comment. He blinked as he beheld an empty chair. "Mother? Where did she go?"
Camerron turned back to his father, who had begun to smile. "Father! Tel me where she went!"
The look of content in his father's eyes told him everything.
"No. Brigid." Cameron whirled around.
"Cameron! Don't you dare leave!"
"Go to hell, father!" with that, Cameron disappeared.
ABOVEGROUND:
"Mother. Get out of here." Cameron stepped between Bree and Anita, shielding Bree with his body.
"Why, Cameron?" he turned to face her, his brow furrowed with confusion. "Are you afraid that I'll learn the truth?"
"What? What truth, Brigid?" Cameron registered in the back of his mind that his mother had left.
"That you have been using me the whole time." She said monotoniously. "I know from your mother, I know from you father, and I know that it's true."
"What? Brigid, I would never. I love you."
"Don't talk to me. Cameron."
"Brigid, I would never-"
"Don't LIE to me, Cameron!"
He was quiet. "At first, Brigid. I came here with full intentions of using you-"
"Get out!" Bree cut him off, her eyes shooting daggers.
"Brigid."
"Get out of here before I kill you, Cameron." Bree said quietly and emotionlessly. He realized with a start that in her left hand she held the knife she used to slit her wrists.
"Brigid, please." He took a step forward. She slashed the knife, which caught him on his forearm causing drops of scarlet blood to drop, like tears, to the floor.
'God help me, I will kill you Cameron."
He held up his hands and back away. Cameron looked at her longingly one last time, his eyes wrought with pain mirroring hers, then he disappeared.
"Fall equinox." Cameron muttered to himself, staring up at the sun.
The fall equinox was the one day he, the heir to the Goblin throne, could bring a person from aboveground. The thought had never entertained him before, but now all he could think of was bringing Bree here, to his home.
ABOVEGROUND:
Cameron snuck up behind Bree and kissed her neck, slowly moving his lips up to her ear. "Hello, beautiful." He breathed.
"Cameron." She smiled slowly.
"Come with me." He whispered, planting another kiss on her neck.
She pulled out of his arms and turned to face him. "Come with you where?"
He pulled her back, and kissed her lips tenderly. "To the Castle beyond the Goblin City."
"For what?" she asked slowly.
"I want to show it to you." He said eagerly. "I've been in your home, you've never seen mine."
Bree sighed. Cameron buried his face in her neck. "Please. Please. Please. Please."
"Alright. Alright." She laughed. "I'll go."
UNDERGROUND:
Bree jumped back as a hoard of goblins scurried past. "What the hell were those?!"
"Goblins, my sweet." Cameron grinned.
"They look like little.", she trailed off.
"Goblins?"
"Well, yeah." Cameron's grin grew wider.
"Where are they going?"
He kissed her gently. "To the Escher room, Brigid."
He began to walk down the hall, following the trail the goblins had left.
"The Escher room?" Her eyes widened, knowing what that meant. "Cameron, wait!" He kept walking, and she bolted to catch up to him. Her eyes widened more as she came to one of the doorways to the Escher room. The stairs and doorways twisted and turned, going up the walls, across the ceiling, and through the floor.
Cameron saw Bree's eyes widen in amazement. He smiled to himself, and pulled her into his arms.
"Where are they going?" Bree asked, seeing the goblins go through one of the doorways and out of sight.
"To the throne room. We won't follow them. That's where my father is and my father's a madman."
"Guess it runs in the family." Cameron gawked at her as a grin broke out on her face.
"Once again, you're terrible." Bree ignored him and pulled his head down so that his lips met hers. She kissed him tenderly, burying her hand in his hair. Soon the tenderness turned to passion, and when the kiss broke, they gasped for breath.
Cameron swallowed. "Does that mean you'll have me, Brigid?"
She raised her eyebrows jokingly. "There's a good chance, fairy boy."
"Good. I need a queen."
"Wha?" She stared at him, and her mouth hung open.
He smiled, and lifted her chin up with his forefinger. "Not now, my dear. But in a years time, all this will be mine."
"You-"
"Hush, Brigid. No, I'm not going to kill my father." She relaxed, for that had been exactly what she was thinking. "When the heir to the goblin throne reaches his eighteenth year, his father must resign and hand over the throne to the new king. They do this because the Fae's are immortal. It was created to have a way to rid the Underground of bad kings, or bring better ones to the throne without a bloodbath."
"Will you be a better king then your father?"
"My father's not a bad king. He's a great king, in fact, and the underground prospers like it had not in millennia before him."
"I would have thought he would be too harsh of a person."
Cameron nodded, agreeing. "He is a harsh person, and a harsh ruler when he needs to be. He's not kind, mind you, but he's not cruel, either."
The Heir to the Goblin throne sighed, and kissed Bree again. "When the time comes, will you be my queen, Brigid?"
She sighed, and moved closer. "Maybe. If you're very, very good."
"What if I'm very, very bad?"
She shrugged. "I'll still consider it."
"Good." He pulled her into another kiss.
"I have to go soon, Cameron." She said when the kiss broke.
"Alright. I'll bring you ba-"
"CAMERON!" Bree jumped as the Goblin King's voice vibrated through the hallway.
Cameron swore. "Here. Hide." He pulled open a door near him and pushed her into it.
Bree sat by the door, listening in on the conversation.
"You're not going back aboveground, Cameron."
"And why is that?" Bree could hear the air of self-importance in Cameron's voice.
"You're trying to spite me, Cameron-"
"You surely think highly of yourself don't you, father?"
"Damn it all, Cameron, I-"
"I don't wish to talk to you now, father. Good-bye."
Bree heard boots storm off away from the door. As the large, wooden door open, light spilled in.
"Come here." Cameron smiled and pulled her into her arms.
"What did he mean, Cameron?"
"Hmm?"
"What did he mean when he said you were trying to spite him?" She could feel Cameron sigh.
"Ignore him, Brigid. As I've said, he is a madman." She opened her mouth, but he cut her off.
"We had better be getting you home."
ABOVEGROUND:
Bree lay on the floor to her room, her back propped up against her bed. She turned the onyx orb in her hands.
::Cameron. Cameron, please come. I need to talk to talk to you.::
Why had it been so long since he had come?
There was silence, and yet again Cameron did not appear. Bree closed her eyes. ::Cameron. Please. I need to- I need you.::
"He's not going to come." Bree's eyes popped open. A woman sat across the room from her at her desk.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Bree stood quickly.
"That's no way to greet your lover's mother." Anita, Queen of the Underground, purred.
"What?" Bree snapped.
"You love my son, don't you." Anita grinned evilly. "It is too bad that he doesn't return the favor."
"What?"
"You vocabulary isn't that large is it, Brigid? Oh, well. You have the pretty face to make up for it."
Bree growled a warning.
"I'm sure you'll find a nice, shallow man someday." "I already have someone, lady." Bree gritted her teeth.
"Surely not my boy, little girl. Haven't you realized it yet?"
"Realized what?" the young woman said cautiously.
"That he's using you." The queen said, as it speaking to an idiot child.
Bree froze, gaping at the immortal in front of her and remembering the conversation Cameron had with his father. "No. I don't believe you."
"And why not? This isn't the first time you've heard this, girl. You know he's been using you from the beginning. You've been a pawn, a tool to spite his father."
Bree stood motionlessly. ::Your trying to spite me, Cameron:: the words of the Goblin King echoed in her mind. She gaped at Anita as her heart shattered and the pieces grew cold.
UNDERGROUND:
"My son will not be involved with Sarah's daughter." Jareth snapped.
"I will be involved with whomever I wish to be, father." Cameron growled. His eyes darted to the seat where his mother sat, expecting a snide comment. He blinked as he beheld an empty chair. "Mother? Where did she go?"
Camerron turned back to his father, who had begun to smile. "Father! Tel me where she went!"
The look of content in his father's eyes told him everything.
"No. Brigid." Cameron whirled around.
"Cameron! Don't you dare leave!"
"Go to hell, father!" with that, Cameron disappeared.
ABOVEGROUND:
"Mother. Get out of here." Cameron stepped between Bree and Anita, shielding Bree with his body.
"Why, Cameron?" he turned to face her, his brow furrowed with confusion. "Are you afraid that I'll learn the truth?"
"What? What truth, Brigid?" Cameron registered in the back of his mind that his mother had left.
"That you have been using me the whole time." She said monotoniously. "I know from your mother, I know from you father, and I know that it's true."
"What? Brigid, I would never. I love you."
"Don't talk to me. Cameron."
"Brigid, I would never-"
"Don't LIE to me, Cameron!"
He was quiet. "At first, Brigid. I came here with full intentions of using you-"
"Get out!" Bree cut him off, her eyes shooting daggers.
"Brigid."
"Get out of here before I kill you, Cameron." Bree said quietly and emotionlessly. He realized with a start that in her left hand she held the knife she used to slit her wrists.
"Brigid, please." He took a step forward. She slashed the knife, which caught him on his forearm causing drops of scarlet blood to drop, like tears, to the floor.
'God help me, I will kill you Cameron."
He held up his hands and back away. Cameron looked at her longingly one last time, his eyes wrought with pain mirroring hers, then he disappeared.