Her eyes widened and fear suddenly paralyzed her when she looked up towards
the end of her bed and saw a blonde white haired man standing there staring
at her with a strangely soft expression in his eyes.
"Shh," he said, lifting one gloved finger up to his full lips, before the world that she had known and made for herself in 8 years fell down.
*
Sarah glanced around the place where she ended up without moving more muscles than she could help. Somehow, she felt that the less she moved, the safer she'd be, although at the same time, she had no idea where she had gotten such an idea from.
At length, it occurred to her that wherever Jareth had taken her this time, it had not been the Labyrinth. Not only that, but with the kinds of dreams she'd been having of late, it was quite a possibility that this was just another one of them that she'd just woken up from; in which case, if she just reached around to her left, there should be a light switch there on the wall. somewhere.
"Sarah, what do you think you are doing?"
That deep voice crawled into her in a way that she had thought she'd forgotten in the 8 years since their last 'meeting'. It was also the first time he had actually spoken to her, and the effect of his words on her took her a moment to get over before she was sure that she would be able to speak properly.
"Reaching for my light switch," she said resolutely, wishing that it didn't sound as stupid as she knew it sounded.
There was no reply on his end, but Sarah was sure that just because she couldn't see around her, that that was stopping the Goblin King from taking his fill of her. After moments longer of silence, she could take it no longer.
"Stop it!" she hissed into the darkness.
"Stop. what, exactly?"
Sarah took a deep breath.
"I know you are staring at me. I can feel it, even if I can't see you there doing it," she said to him from behind gritted teeth.
"Well, if it bothers you so much."
From the fact that this meaningless conversation was going exactly nowhere, Sarah knew that it would continue to do so unless she chose to give it some sort of direction; and soon. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to last like this, and she didn't particularly want to test it out. None of this was bad. At least she knew that Toby was safe this time.
"You didn't take me to the Labyrinth this time," Sarah commented, hoping that that might give their conversation the desired direction that she was after.
"I hardly thought that fair," was the reply. "After all, there are not very many places that could provide such a biased atmosphere for our meeting."
"Why." Sarah wet her throat. "Why are we meeting like this. now?"
"Why? Sarah, I'm crushed that you do not remember. Your subconscious very obviously did." When that got no reply from Sarah, Jareth continued. "The painting, Sarah? The dreams? Obviously you knew it had to mean something was coming. Unless you just chose to. forget about me?"
"All but," Sarah murmured before she could hold it back.
"Very well then."
Sarah could feel the self control in the air that was coming from Jareth at that moment and a large part of her wished that she had been able to hold back that remark. Not very wise in the pretty much helpless to his mercy position that she found herself in.
"Perhaps I should give you some time to remember."
Sarah opened her mouth to gasp out a 'no!' A part of her already knew where she was sure to be bound, especially with the tone of voice he had used in saying. Her whole body tensed at the very thought of finding herself in the oubliette.
Hence, she was quite surprised when against the blinding white light that suddenly flooded her senses, she was able to make out the stair room that had been made out of the poster that she used to have pinned up on her wall before. before she had torn it away along with everything else in her room that reminded her of anything to do with Jareth.
"Hey! I knew that that painting of yours looked familiar. Just take a look out at this, sis!"
Sarah twirled around in sudden fear that made the fear of the oubliette only a moment ago seem like a laughable emotion. There, sitting a couple of disjointed staircases away from here and staring in amazement out of one of the windows, was Toby.
Even as she stood watching him in absolute horror, he turned around to smile at her largely.
"Wow, Sarah. This place is great! Where are we?"
Sarah felt her whole self regressing as though the past 8 years had never happened to her. It could have been alright, it would have been alright if it hadn't been for Toby being here with her. What the hell did Jareth think he was playing at this time, she inwardly raged. At the same time, she felt herself slipping down against one of the walls that she was leaning her weight against.
Again, she heard Toby's voice calling out to her, although this time it wasn't nearly so clear as before.
"Sarah? Sarah, are you alright over there? Sarah."
*
"Shh," he said, lifting one gloved finger up to his full lips, before the world that she had known and made for herself in 8 years fell down.
*
Sarah glanced around the place where she ended up without moving more muscles than she could help. Somehow, she felt that the less she moved, the safer she'd be, although at the same time, she had no idea where she had gotten such an idea from.
At length, it occurred to her that wherever Jareth had taken her this time, it had not been the Labyrinth. Not only that, but with the kinds of dreams she'd been having of late, it was quite a possibility that this was just another one of them that she'd just woken up from; in which case, if she just reached around to her left, there should be a light switch there on the wall. somewhere.
"Sarah, what do you think you are doing?"
That deep voice crawled into her in a way that she had thought she'd forgotten in the 8 years since their last 'meeting'. It was also the first time he had actually spoken to her, and the effect of his words on her took her a moment to get over before she was sure that she would be able to speak properly.
"Reaching for my light switch," she said resolutely, wishing that it didn't sound as stupid as she knew it sounded.
There was no reply on his end, but Sarah was sure that just because she couldn't see around her, that that was stopping the Goblin King from taking his fill of her. After moments longer of silence, she could take it no longer.
"Stop it!" she hissed into the darkness.
"Stop. what, exactly?"
Sarah took a deep breath.
"I know you are staring at me. I can feel it, even if I can't see you there doing it," she said to him from behind gritted teeth.
"Well, if it bothers you so much."
From the fact that this meaningless conversation was going exactly nowhere, Sarah knew that it would continue to do so unless she chose to give it some sort of direction; and soon. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to last like this, and she didn't particularly want to test it out. None of this was bad. At least she knew that Toby was safe this time.
"You didn't take me to the Labyrinth this time," Sarah commented, hoping that that might give their conversation the desired direction that she was after.
"I hardly thought that fair," was the reply. "After all, there are not very many places that could provide such a biased atmosphere for our meeting."
"Why." Sarah wet her throat. "Why are we meeting like this. now?"
"Why? Sarah, I'm crushed that you do not remember. Your subconscious very obviously did." When that got no reply from Sarah, Jareth continued. "The painting, Sarah? The dreams? Obviously you knew it had to mean something was coming. Unless you just chose to. forget about me?"
"All but," Sarah murmured before she could hold it back.
"Very well then."
Sarah could feel the self control in the air that was coming from Jareth at that moment and a large part of her wished that she had been able to hold back that remark. Not very wise in the pretty much helpless to his mercy position that she found herself in.
"Perhaps I should give you some time to remember."
Sarah opened her mouth to gasp out a 'no!' A part of her already knew where she was sure to be bound, especially with the tone of voice he had used in saying. Her whole body tensed at the very thought of finding herself in the oubliette.
Hence, she was quite surprised when against the blinding white light that suddenly flooded her senses, she was able to make out the stair room that had been made out of the poster that she used to have pinned up on her wall before. before she had torn it away along with everything else in her room that reminded her of anything to do with Jareth.
"Hey! I knew that that painting of yours looked familiar. Just take a look out at this, sis!"
Sarah twirled around in sudden fear that made the fear of the oubliette only a moment ago seem like a laughable emotion. There, sitting a couple of disjointed staircases away from here and staring in amazement out of one of the windows, was Toby.
Even as she stood watching him in absolute horror, he turned around to smile at her largely.
"Wow, Sarah. This place is great! Where are we?"
Sarah felt her whole self regressing as though the past 8 years had never happened to her. It could have been alright, it would have been alright if it hadn't been for Toby being here with her. What the hell did Jareth think he was playing at this time, she inwardly raged. At the same time, she felt herself slipping down against one of the walls that she was leaning her weight against.
Again, she heard Toby's voice calling out to her, although this time it wasn't nearly so clear as before.
"Sarah? Sarah, are you alright over there? Sarah."
*