CHAPTER EIGHT:
Sarah bolted the door after watching her father's car- containing Bree- drive off, towing a U-Haul. Her body was tense with controlled emotion, and became even more tense when she heard an all-too familiar voice behind her.
"Hello, Sarah." She spun around to find herself face-to-face with the Goblin King.
"I was wondering when you would decide to grace us with your presence, Your Majesty." She responded mockingly.
"That's not the way you speak to a friend, Sarah."
"Friend?" The woman laughed bitterly. "You're not a friend."
He cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not?"
"'Friends' don't threatened each other's lives. 'Friends' don't ruin each other's lives-"
"I didn't ruin your life."
"No." Her brown eyes met his mismatched ones as she stared him down. "You sent Kieran, who did it for you."
Jareth bristled and glared back at her. "Perhaps if you did not make the choices you did concerning Kieran and his daughter your life would not have been 'ruined'"
"Are you suggesting, O Almighty Goblin King, that it is my fault that Bree-"
"I am not suggesting. It is true."
With that Sarah moved to strike him, but the Goblin King held her back. "Sarah. I am also not saying it was deliberate."
"Really." Sarah sat down in the antique wicker chair that sat in the hallway. "Then tell me what you would have done in my place, O All Knowing One."
Jareth loomed above her, looking down at her with a perturbed look in his eyes. "First, I wouldn't have turned Kieran away when I found out that he worked for me." That didn't really make much sense, Jareth he thought to himself. Oh well, you'd better move on quickly before she realizes it and takes a shot at you being Fae or stuffing your tights or something.
"Then, if that mistake were made, I would have told Brigid the truth about her heritage and about her father."
"Oh really." Sarah stood putting herself right in the Goblin King's face. "You would have told your seven-year-old daughter that her father was a pixy-" Jareth rolled his eyes. "-sent from the Goblin King that had stolen her uncle years ago and now he lived in another dimension?!" she exclaimed, close to hysterics.
Jareth shrugged. "Yes, but probably not in those exact words."
Sarah snorted, but Jareth went on before she could say anything. "She's half Fae, Sarah. You daughter's half Fae and she doesn't belong here. She belongs in the Underground. She belongs with other people just like her. I am deeply sorry that Kieran was not found to be to your satisfaction, but she deserved to know the truth."
"It's too much for her. She's a delicate person."
Jareth laughed harshly. "She's Fae. She'll take it well."
Sarah laughed in return. "You, Milord, don't know jack about my daughter."
"I'm taking your daughter to the Underground to live with her father. With my dearest friend. Tonight."
"Like hell you will take my daughter anywhere you Spandex-wearing pixy."
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah- now's not the time to be calling each-other names. You can come too, if you wish." Jareth offered.
"No. I'm never going down to that god-damned place again. And neither is my daughter."
"You know, Sarah, when my son was born, I loved him more than life itself."
Sarah was about to interrupt, to ask him what that had to do with anything, but decided to allow the Goblin King to continue.
"I loved him as he grew up, I didn't always show it, but I loved him. Up to the day he killed his mother, I loved him more than life itself. I didn't stop loving him after he killed Anita- whom I never even dreamt of loving-but I looked down upon him and sent him away. But I did not send him away forever. In nine months he will return to take the throne and everything will be like it was before he turned into a squabbling teenager. Now, Sarah, may I ask you how you feel about you daughter?"
"I hated her when she was born." Sarah whispered. "I had to quit my acting job and take one working as a secretary in an office. I was just about to hit my big break when Kieran got me pregnant. Two weeks later I found out that you had sent him to me, and I told him to leave and that I never wanted to see him again." As the memories came, she rambled on in a monotonous voice.
"I considered ending the pregnancy, but I couldn't do that. And when Bree was born I felt nothing towards her- in fact, all I wanted to do was get out of that hospital and leave her. By then my parents didn't care about me- Toby was kept away from me, he was only five years old, after all. Can you believe that, Jareth? My baby brother was five when I had my daughter. I grew to care for my daughter. I never truly loved her- she reminded me of her father, whom I hated, and her father reminded me of you, who I hated- and I couldn't love something that caused memories like that-"
"Memories like what? Making some good friends, falling in love-"
"I NEVER loved Kieran."
"Really?" Jareth cocked an eyebrow. "Perhaps I should call him here to confirm that."
"No. I hate him, he deceived me, and I hate liars." She growled
"You know, Sarah, that your daughter hates liars also. What will she think of you when she finds out you have lied to her for all these years."
Sarah's eyes filled with tears. She would hate her. Her little girl would hate her. "FINE!" she screamed at the Goblin King, tears flowing from her eyes. "Take her! Take her to the Underground. I wish that you and your stupid pet goblins would take her away!"
The Goblin King turned to leave, then turned back to Sarah. "Your problem, Sarah, is that you must always be the victim. And if you are not, you bend it so that you are. There's no hope for you because of that."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Brigid, would you like some rolls?" Bree looked up to glare at her grandmother. The young girl was slouched down in the straight-backed dining room chair with her arms crossed over her chest.
"No."
Robert gave a try. "Bree, do you want some more meat?"
"I didn't eat the steak you already gave me, why do you think I'd like some more?" she spat sarcastically.
"Brigid." Karen tried again. "Would you like some salad? It's good for you."
"What do you care if the salad's good for me?!" Bree exploded. "You didn't care about me for sixteen years and suddenly you're all 'Brigid, would you like some salad? It's good for you.'! What the hell? I don't care about you, you don't give a flying rat's ass about me, so let's not pretend to be one, big, happy family alright?!"
Bree ran up the stairs and threw herself down on the small bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Toby Williams walked tentatively up to the door. He lived five minutes away from his parents, on the college campus, and had gotten a near hysterical call from his mother begging him to come over and speak to his 'lunatic niece'.
He knocked softly on the door.
"Burn in hell, Karen!" A muffled shout came from within. Toby chuckled to himself. Yup, there was no doubt that this was his sister's child.
"It's not Karen." He called through the door. "My name's Toby. I'm you uncle."
There was a short silence. "Well you can join you mother!"
"I'd like to talk to you, Bree."
"Don't care! Good-bye!"
"Bree-"
"GO AWAY!"
"Bree." There was quiet from within. "Bree?"
Toby opened the door and stepped inside. The room was empty, and Bree was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cameron sat in his fleabag apartment, just home from his job at McDonalds flipping hamburgers over the hot, greasy grill.
*Figures, doesn't it. One moment I'm crown prince to the Labyrinth, the next I'm scraping a living in Aboveground.*
*It doesn't matter.* he told himself. *Nine moths. That's all there is. Just nine months and you will be back and be king.*
"Without Brigid." He breathed aloud.
Life would be better if she just didn't hate him. Her hadn't meant to hurt her, but, well it happened and there was nothing he could do about it. She hated him, she wouldn't listen to any apologies that he offered her, and he didn't have his magic so he couldn't see her to offer her anymore.
It figures, he mused to himself. One moment you're the proudest, most arrogant man ever to be inline for the Goblin Throne- including your father- and the next you're on your knees begging forgiveness from the woman-a mortal- that you love.
Life just sucks, Cameron sighed. It just sucks.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
WEEEEE-HEEEEEE! It's fun t make them SUFFER! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! While I was writing this I was taking to my panther poster and my Legolas poster and we (well, I) was saying that it's fun to mess with they minds. And I am soooooooooooo booooooooreeeeeed. I have this Newsies story and I've been really into it and then I got WRITER'S BLOCK! My Muses went on vacation WITHOUT ME! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! So I decided it was about time I put this up ad so it's like wooohooo and I don't want to go to Spanish class tomorrow morning. It's SO boring and my teacher's a bitch and so are all my classmates and I really don't wanna go and I'm doing dance in gym second period and that's kinda fun and then Math's dull as all hell, and History I have a paper due (joy of all frickin' joys) and then I have OPTION (with Cassandra aka Dark Mage Mistress)! WOOO-HOOO! And then there's art class, which is also fun and Cass walks there with me and so does Katie and Brit sometimes and she likes to make me look like an idiot in front of all my classmates. Then there's biology (boring) and English (okay.I have to make up a paper I was supposed to write months ago, though..) so yeah that's an over view into my life. Exciting, ain't it?
Sarah bolted the door after watching her father's car- containing Bree- drive off, towing a U-Haul. Her body was tense with controlled emotion, and became even more tense when she heard an all-too familiar voice behind her.
"Hello, Sarah." She spun around to find herself face-to-face with the Goblin King.
"I was wondering when you would decide to grace us with your presence, Your Majesty." She responded mockingly.
"That's not the way you speak to a friend, Sarah."
"Friend?" The woman laughed bitterly. "You're not a friend."
He cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not?"
"'Friends' don't threatened each other's lives. 'Friends' don't ruin each other's lives-"
"I didn't ruin your life."
"No." Her brown eyes met his mismatched ones as she stared him down. "You sent Kieran, who did it for you."
Jareth bristled and glared back at her. "Perhaps if you did not make the choices you did concerning Kieran and his daughter your life would not have been 'ruined'"
"Are you suggesting, O Almighty Goblin King, that it is my fault that Bree-"
"I am not suggesting. It is true."
With that Sarah moved to strike him, but the Goblin King held her back. "Sarah. I am also not saying it was deliberate."
"Really." Sarah sat down in the antique wicker chair that sat in the hallway. "Then tell me what you would have done in my place, O All Knowing One."
Jareth loomed above her, looking down at her with a perturbed look in his eyes. "First, I wouldn't have turned Kieran away when I found out that he worked for me." That didn't really make much sense, Jareth he thought to himself. Oh well, you'd better move on quickly before she realizes it and takes a shot at you being Fae or stuffing your tights or something.
"Then, if that mistake were made, I would have told Brigid the truth about her heritage and about her father."
"Oh really." Sarah stood putting herself right in the Goblin King's face. "You would have told your seven-year-old daughter that her father was a pixy-" Jareth rolled his eyes. "-sent from the Goblin King that had stolen her uncle years ago and now he lived in another dimension?!" she exclaimed, close to hysterics.
Jareth shrugged. "Yes, but probably not in those exact words."
Sarah snorted, but Jareth went on before she could say anything. "She's half Fae, Sarah. You daughter's half Fae and she doesn't belong here. She belongs in the Underground. She belongs with other people just like her. I am deeply sorry that Kieran was not found to be to your satisfaction, but she deserved to know the truth."
"It's too much for her. She's a delicate person."
Jareth laughed harshly. "She's Fae. She'll take it well."
Sarah laughed in return. "You, Milord, don't know jack about my daughter."
"I'm taking your daughter to the Underground to live with her father. With my dearest friend. Tonight."
"Like hell you will take my daughter anywhere you Spandex-wearing pixy."
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah- now's not the time to be calling each-other names. You can come too, if you wish." Jareth offered.
"No. I'm never going down to that god-damned place again. And neither is my daughter."
"You know, Sarah, when my son was born, I loved him more than life itself."
Sarah was about to interrupt, to ask him what that had to do with anything, but decided to allow the Goblin King to continue.
"I loved him as he grew up, I didn't always show it, but I loved him. Up to the day he killed his mother, I loved him more than life itself. I didn't stop loving him after he killed Anita- whom I never even dreamt of loving-but I looked down upon him and sent him away. But I did not send him away forever. In nine months he will return to take the throne and everything will be like it was before he turned into a squabbling teenager. Now, Sarah, may I ask you how you feel about you daughter?"
"I hated her when she was born." Sarah whispered. "I had to quit my acting job and take one working as a secretary in an office. I was just about to hit my big break when Kieran got me pregnant. Two weeks later I found out that you had sent him to me, and I told him to leave and that I never wanted to see him again." As the memories came, she rambled on in a monotonous voice.
"I considered ending the pregnancy, but I couldn't do that. And when Bree was born I felt nothing towards her- in fact, all I wanted to do was get out of that hospital and leave her. By then my parents didn't care about me- Toby was kept away from me, he was only five years old, after all. Can you believe that, Jareth? My baby brother was five when I had my daughter. I grew to care for my daughter. I never truly loved her- she reminded me of her father, whom I hated, and her father reminded me of you, who I hated- and I couldn't love something that caused memories like that-"
"Memories like what? Making some good friends, falling in love-"
"I NEVER loved Kieran."
"Really?" Jareth cocked an eyebrow. "Perhaps I should call him here to confirm that."
"No. I hate him, he deceived me, and I hate liars." She growled
"You know, Sarah, that your daughter hates liars also. What will she think of you when she finds out you have lied to her for all these years."
Sarah's eyes filled with tears. She would hate her. Her little girl would hate her. "FINE!" she screamed at the Goblin King, tears flowing from her eyes. "Take her! Take her to the Underground. I wish that you and your stupid pet goblins would take her away!"
The Goblin King turned to leave, then turned back to Sarah. "Your problem, Sarah, is that you must always be the victim. And if you are not, you bend it so that you are. There's no hope for you because of that."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Brigid, would you like some rolls?" Bree looked up to glare at her grandmother. The young girl was slouched down in the straight-backed dining room chair with her arms crossed over her chest.
"No."
Robert gave a try. "Bree, do you want some more meat?"
"I didn't eat the steak you already gave me, why do you think I'd like some more?" she spat sarcastically.
"Brigid." Karen tried again. "Would you like some salad? It's good for you."
"What do you care if the salad's good for me?!" Bree exploded. "You didn't care about me for sixteen years and suddenly you're all 'Brigid, would you like some salad? It's good for you.'! What the hell? I don't care about you, you don't give a flying rat's ass about me, so let's not pretend to be one, big, happy family alright?!"
Bree ran up the stairs and threw herself down on the small bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Toby Williams walked tentatively up to the door. He lived five minutes away from his parents, on the college campus, and had gotten a near hysterical call from his mother begging him to come over and speak to his 'lunatic niece'.
He knocked softly on the door.
"Burn in hell, Karen!" A muffled shout came from within. Toby chuckled to himself. Yup, there was no doubt that this was his sister's child.
"It's not Karen." He called through the door. "My name's Toby. I'm you uncle."
There was a short silence. "Well you can join you mother!"
"I'd like to talk to you, Bree."
"Don't care! Good-bye!"
"Bree-"
"GO AWAY!"
"Bree." There was quiet from within. "Bree?"
Toby opened the door and stepped inside. The room was empty, and Bree was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cameron sat in his fleabag apartment, just home from his job at McDonalds flipping hamburgers over the hot, greasy grill.
*Figures, doesn't it. One moment I'm crown prince to the Labyrinth, the next I'm scraping a living in Aboveground.*
*It doesn't matter.* he told himself. *Nine moths. That's all there is. Just nine months and you will be back and be king.*
"Without Brigid." He breathed aloud.
Life would be better if she just didn't hate him. Her hadn't meant to hurt her, but, well it happened and there was nothing he could do about it. She hated him, she wouldn't listen to any apologies that he offered her, and he didn't have his magic so he couldn't see her to offer her anymore.
It figures, he mused to himself. One moment you're the proudest, most arrogant man ever to be inline for the Goblin Throne- including your father- and the next you're on your knees begging forgiveness from the woman-a mortal- that you love.
Life just sucks, Cameron sighed. It just sucks.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
WEEEEE-HEEEEEE! It's fun t make them SUFFER! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! While I was writing this I was taking to my panther poster and my Legolas poster and we (well, I) was saying that it's fun to mess with they minds. And I am soooooooooooo booooooooreeeeeed. I have this Newsies story and I've been really into it and then I got WRITER'S BLOCK! My Muses went on vacation WITHOUT ME! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! So I decided it was about time I put this up ad so it's like wooohooo and I don't want to go to Spanish class tomorrow morning. It's SO boring and my teacher's a bitch and so are all my classmates and I really don't wanna go and I'm doing dance in gym second period and that's kinda fun and then Math's dull as all hell, and History I have a paper due (joy of all frickin' joys) and then I have OPTION (with Cassandra aka Dark Mage Mistress)! WOOO-HOOO! And then there's art class, which is also fun and Cass walks there with me and so does Katie and Brit sometimes and she likes to make me look like an idiot in front of all my classmates. Then there's biology (boring) and English (okay.I have to make up a paper I was supposed to write months ago, though..) so yeah that's an over view into my life. Exciting, ain't it?