Disclaimer: well, i'm still a penniless writer... no news there, and it
seems that now i'm writing stuff that seems to make many people feel all
oogelly inside... cool... i think... hmm, i should be getting offers form
playboy and penthouse anytime now... not. well, as you should know, i own
no one in this particular chapter so unh! and i haveth no a lawyer so you
can't sue me. jeese, for a 14 year old i am pathetic... oh well, sorry, no
spell check today folks! too busy!
Rating: still PG-13... don't know why but i think i'll leave it there for now... if i decide for some hot nad heavy stuff later than so be it... and sorry to some people out there but no kink that i can remeber in thiese two chapters... try 5 and 6 when i post them!
Song: chapter 3= love is a battlefield- pat benatar chapter 4= hell is for children- pat benatar.... yeah...
plot: you still have to find out!
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no dreams came to her in her sleep. just blissful darkness. where was she? she couldn't be in the labyrinth again, it must have been a dream. yes, her wondering mind thought, it was jsut a bad dream. in a little while, she would wake up and go to the mall or something. just do something to get her mind off of jereth... jereth... jereth...
"ahhhh!" she sat strieght upon, her body covered in sweat. cool hands enclosed hers and she turned to see jereth, only he looked... different.
he looked deeply into her eyes with nothing but cold concern. as he gazed into her frightened steel eyes, he could read the inner termoil reeling about in her mind. she was fighting herself. was she to listen to her heart or her head? he wanted to help but knew not to interfere.
"it was jsut a nightmare sarah. i'm here, everything will be all right." he gently wrapped his long arms around her and brought her to a close embrace. she wrapped her arms around him and burried her face in his long, silky white hair, breathing in his scent. *there there* he thought to himself, *don't start crying on me, that's the last thing i want.* almost immediently she looked up at him.
"i--i can hear you thoughts... i-- jereth looked at her and rested his head on her bare shoulder.
*of coarse you can, i have chosen you. nay, i should say, you chose me.* he looked into her eyes and the glass mirror in her mind shattered into a thousand pieces. the real side had won out and now it was time to see the truth. he stood up and moved over to the window sill.
all the way, sarah watched him. the movement of his gate, so graceful and cat-like, the shimmering of his pale skin in the candles.
"a long time ago, there was a little boy. that little boy was a mortal, human like you. he lived in a small town in england. he went to church, did his chores and helped his mother. then one day, that little boy came home from school to see a strange lady talking to his sickly mother. she was a pretty woman, even a little scary. he stood hiding behind the oak tree in the center of the yard when his mother called his name. he went to her and she told him to gather some belongings. she told him that he was going to stay with that woman for a short while.
the boy looked at the stranger and obeyed his mother. then later that night, it was wet and humid. she came back and took the little boy, slitting the old woman's throat on the way out." jereth paused and started to mess with a small cyrstaline sphere that suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.
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"she then took that boy to a dark place. he asked questions and she anwsered them with pain, constently threatening him with the death of his mother. he slaved for her for ten long years until one day..." he stopped again and gave a sihg. he was talking more to himself but knew sarah was listening and watching him.
"then one day, his 16th birthday, she called him to her chambers. nervously he answered her summons.
that night, she chanmged him. he was no longer the boy that he was. he was no longer a pathetic mortal slave boy, no. that creature died the moment he stepped into those chambers. the creature that came out was by far worse. the creature that stepped out of those rooms, covered in the blood of his captor was then jereth, as his human mother had at one time called him, jereth, the goblin king. that boy was me." sarah silently stepped behind him as he stared emotionlessly out the window and embraced him. he put his hand on hers andcontinued to stare blankly out into the grey abyss.
"jereth, i love you, please don't morn what was done in the past. i will stay with you. i need you and you need me. jereth, i wnat to be with you forever. what was done was done, you have all eternity to look forward to." she placed a series of kisses on his neck and shoulders.
"funny really, that was almost the exact excuse that she gave me for my mother handing me over to her. she said she wanted to rule the Labyrnith with me. but she lied and paid for it with her life." he stood up and shoved her aside as he made his way to the mirror. he stopped and looked back at sarah who was contemplating his words and tossed her a crystal ball.
"i assume you know how to use them." sarah caught it and gave a quick nod. "if you need me, use it. i still have unfinished work to take care of." he stepped into the mirror and the polished glass seemed to warp like ripples on a pond.
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there, that's it for chapters 3 and 4... tune in next time for 5 and 6... hope you like it! so far i've gotten a reply by email from my school teacher who rather enjoyed it.. so you know what that means... A+! not...
Rating: still PG-13... don't know why but i think i'll leave it there for now... if i decide for some hot nad heavy stuff later than so be it... and sorry to some people out there but no kink that i can remeber in thiese two chapters... try 5 and 6 when i post them!
Song: chapter 3= love is a battlefield- pat benatar chapter 4= hell is for children- pat benatar.... yeah...
plot: you still have to find out!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
no dreams came to her in her sleep. just blissful darkness. where was she? she couldn't be in the labyrinth again, it must have been a dream. yes, her wondering mind thought, it was jsut a bad dream. in a little while, she would wake up and go to the mall or something. just do something to get her mind off of jereth... jereth... jereth...
"ahhhh!" she sat strieght upon, her body covered in sweat. cool hands enclosed hers and she turned to see jereth, only he looked... different.
he looked deeply into her eyes with nothing but cold concern. as he gazed into her frightened steel eyes, he could read the inner termoil reeling about in her mind. she was fighting herself. was she to listen to her heart or her head? he wanted to help but knew not to interfere.
"it was jsut a nightmare sarah. i'm here, everything will be all right." he gently wrapped his long arms around her and brought her to a close embrace. she wrapped her arms around him and burried her face in his long, silky white hair, breathing in his scent. *there there* he thought to himself, *don't start crying on me, that's the last thing i want.* almost immediently she looked up at him.
"i--i can hear you thoughts... i-- jereth looked at her and rested his head on her bare shoulder.
*of coarse you can, i have chosen you. nay, i should say, you chose me.* he looked into her eyes and the glass mirror in her mind shattered into a thousand pieces. the real side had won out and now it was time to see the truth. he stood up and moved over to the window sill.
all the way, sarah watched him. the movement of his gate, so graceful and cat-like, the shimmering of his pale skin in the candles.
"a long time ago, there was a little boy. that little boy was a mortal, human like you. he lived in a small town in england. he went to church, did his chores and helped his mother. then one day, that little boy came home from school to see a strange lady talking to his sickly mother. she was a pretty woman, even a little scary. he stood hiding behind the oak tree in the center of the yard when his mother called his name. he went to her and she told him to gather some belongings. she told him that he was going to stay with that woman for a short while.
the boy looked at the stranger and obeyed his mother. then later that night, it was wet and humid. she came back and took the little boy, slitting the old woman's throat on the way out." jereth paused and started to mess with a small cyrstaline sphere that suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"she then took that boy to a dark place. he asked questions and she anwsered them with pain, constently threatening him with the death of his mother. he slaved for her for ten long years until one day..." he stopped again and gave a sihg. he was talking more to himself but knew sarah was listening and watching him.
"then one day, his 16th birthday, she called him to her chambers. nervously he answered her summons.
that night, she chanmged him. he was no longer the boy that he was. he was no longer a pathetic mortal slave boy, no. that creature died the moment he stepped into those chambers. the creature that came out was by far worse. the creature that stepped out of those rooms, covered in the blood of his captor was then jereth, as his human mother had at one time called him, jereth, the goblin king. that boy was me." sarah silently stepped behind him as he stared emotionlessly out the window and embraced him. he put his hand on hers andcontinued to stare blankly out into the grey abyss.
"jereth, i love you, please don't morn what was done in the past. i will stay with you. i need you and you need me. jereth, i wnat to be with you forever. what was done was done, you have all eternity to look forward to." she placed a series of kisses on his neck and shoulders.
"funny really, that was almost the exact excuse that she gave me for my mother handing me over to her. she said she wanted to rule the Labyrnith with me. but she lied and paid for it with her life." he stood up and shoved her aside as he made his way to the mirror. he stopped and looked back at sarah who was contemplating his words and tossed her a crystal ball.
"i assume you know how to use them." sarah caught it and gave a quick nod. "if you need me, use it. i still have unfinished work to take care of." he stepped into the mirror and the polished glass seemed to warp like ripples on a pond.
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there, that's it for chapters 3 and 4... tune in next time for 5 and 6... hope you like it! so far i've gotten a reply by email from my school teacher who rather enjoyed it.. so you know what that means... A+! not...