Chapter 2: The Arrival
Before Sarah really had time to think about all of this, she was already boarding a plane to Los Angeles. She had only one small suitcase with her. It contained a reasonable amount of clothing, cds, her hygiene essentials..and all things of the like. It didn't seem to hit her when the pilot announced that they would be landing at LAX shortly. But when the pilot announced that everyone should put their seatbelts on, Sarah's stomach started to turn. It had finally hit her. She could no longer pretend her past was a simple fairy story. It was real.
She waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited. . . and waite. . and wait. . . and wai. . . and wa. . . and w. . . and fell asleep on a chair close to where the driver was supposed to pick her up. The room was relatively empty for LAX. There were maybe 20 or 30 people there, at the most. The girl slept peacefully in the uncomfortable looking chair. In fact, that had been one of the most dreamless, wonderful naps she had taken in a very long time. It was a pity that it had been cut so short by a simple shake by a hand on her shoulder.
"Sarah Williams?" a deep voice questioned.
Sarah snorted a bit, taking a big breath and letting her eyes flutter open to gaze at the large, burly, broad-shouldered man that stood before her. He looked like the driver. He was most definitely clad like one.
"Are you Sarah Williams?"
Sarah stared back at him in amazement. How did this man know who she was. She sat up straight and spoke. "Uhm.well, yes. How did you know that?"
The man smiled rather proudly, pointing to her luggage. "It says it right there on your luggage. You're lucky that didn't get stolen while you were sleeping. Alright then, follow me." And with that, the man began to walk out of the room to where a car was waiting in the front. No, it wasn't a limo, and that made Sarah rather happy. Still it was a very expensive new Audi, of the type, she didn't know. Sarah wasn't ever really that into cars.
The large man proceeded in taking her bags and putting them in the trunk, quite delicately for a man of his size, in fact. He then held out an i.d. for her to check over. It told the man's name as Simon Catch, age 32. . . blah blah. Then, he pulled out another paper and handed it over. This one stated that he was the driver of a Devon Jet. There were details, and there were signatures on the bottom. The man on the phone had told her about the page. She nodded and got into the car as he opened the back door. Staying rather quiet, she put her belt on. Her stomach had never felt like this before. She almost felt like she swallowed poison and it was only now that it began to mix in her stomach. She was going to see him again. She had a job, it was a strange one, yes. But she was employed by the infamous Goblin King. What did he really want from her? Her writing abilities alone couldn't have drawn him to seek her out and find her, could they?
While Sarah had been contemplating all these thoughts, along with ones of hunger and exhaustion, they made their way to Mr. Jet's house. She had been to Los Angeles once, when she was a kid, but she had never gone through the rich neighborhoods of the Hollywood Hills. They kept going higher and higher into the hills, her stomach turning more, the houses getting bigger, and the noises of the decadent city below slowly fading. It was peaceful up there. She felt . . . safe. Sarah's gaze lowered as they pulled through a driveway. "Calm down, Sarah." She said to herself. The driver didn't seem to notice.
As Sarah's green eyes gazed up at the large home, she almost squealed. It was green and gray with two stories and a huge front lawn. Some of the front and sides of the house were covered in ivy. It looked like a very large cottage. It just gave off that cottage feeling. While the girl was gawking at the home, the chauffeur was already getting her things out of the trunk. Realizing that she was staring with eyes wide and an opened mouth, she unbuckled herself and got out of the car, slamming the door and hurrying up the front steps, where the driver already was. She stood there, hearing the doorbell resound through the inside of the house. Her hands clasped together in front of her. She began to sway back and forth, growing increasingly nervous. There was a clicking of heels, perhaps boots, across the floor. Slowly, but with a certain determination, the steps stopped at the door. The handle clicked, the door opened. He was there.
~*~*~A/N: Yes, I know this is rather short.but the next section may be too long to go with this one. I'm sorry for the shortness, but I just didn't want this to be super long.~*~*~
Before Sarah really had time to think about all of this, she was already boarding a plane to Los Angeles. She had only one small suitcase with her. It contained a reasonable amount of clothing, cds, her hygiene essentials..and all things of the like. It didn't seem to hit her when the pilot announced that they would be landing at LAX shortly. But when the pilot announced that everyone should put their seatbelts on, Sarah's stomach started to turn. It had finally hit her. She could no longer pretend her past was a simple fairy story. It was real.
She waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited. . . and waite. . and wait. . . and wai. . . and wa. . . and w. . . and fell asleep on a chair close to where the driver was supposed to pick her up. The room was relatively empty for LAX. There were maybe 20 or 30 people there, at the most. The girl slept peacefully in the uncomfortable looking chair. In fact, that had been one of the most dreamless, wonderful naps she had taken in a very long time. It was a pity that it had been cut so short by a simple shake by a hand on her shoulder.
"Sarah Williams?" a deep voice questioned.
Sarah snorted a bit, taking a big breath and letting her eyes flutter open to gaze at the large, burly, broad-shouldered man that stood before her. He looked like the driver. He was most definitely clad like one.
"Are you Sarah Williams?"
Sarah stared back at him in amazement. How did this man know who she was. She sat up straight and spoke. "Uhm.well, yes. How did you know that?"
The man smiled rather proudly, pointing to her luggage. "It says it right there on your luggage. You're lucky that didn't get stolen while you were sleeping. Alright then, follow me." And with that, the man began to walk out of the room to where a car was waiting in the front. No, it wasn't a limo, and that made Sarah rather happy. Still it was a very expensive new Audi, of the type, she didn't know. Sarah wasn't ever really that into cars.
The large man proceeded in taking her bags and putting them in the trunk, quite delicately for a man of his size, in fact. He then held out an i.d. for her to check over. It told the man's name as Simon Catch, age 32. . . blah blah. Then, he pulled out another paper and handed it over. This one stated that he was the driver of a Devon Jet. There were details, and there were signatures on the bottom. The man on the phone had told her about the page. She nodded and got into the car as he opened the back door. Staying rather quiet, she put her belt on. Her stomach had never felt like this before. She almost felt like she swallowed poison and it was only now that it began to mix in her stomach. She was going to see him again. She had a job, it was a strange one, yes. But she was employed by the infamous Goblin King. What did he really want from her? Her writing abilities alone couldn't have drawn him to seek her out and find her, could they?
While Sarah had been contemplating all these thoughts, along with ones of hunger and exhaustion, they made their way to Mr. Jet's house. She had been to Los Angeles once, when she was a kid, but she had never gone through the rich neighborhoods of the Hollywood Hills. They kept going higher and higher into the hills, her stomach turning more, the houses getting bigger, and the noises of the decadent city below slowly fading. It was peaceful up there. She felt . . . safe. Sarah's gaze lowered as they pulled through a driveway. "Calm down, Sarah." She said to herself. The driver didn't seem to notice.
As Sarah's green eyes gazed up at the large home, she almost squealed. It was green and gray with two stories and a huge front lawn. Some of the front and sides of the house were covered in ivy. It looked like a very large cottage. It just gave off that cottage feeling. While the girl was gawking at the home, the chauffeur was already getting her things out of the trunk. Realizing that she was staring with eyes wide and an opened mouth, she unbuckled herself and got out of the car, slamming the door and hurrying up the front steps, where the driver already was. She stood there, hearing the doorbell resound through the inside of the house. Her hands clasped together in front of her. She began to sway back and forth, growing increasingly nervous. There was a clicking of heels, perhaps boots, across the floor. Slowly, but with a certain determination, the steps stopped at the door. The handle clicked, the door opened. He was there.
~*~*~A/N: Yes, I know this is rather short.but the next section may be too long to go with this one. I'm sorry for the shortness, but I just didn't want this to be super long.~*~*~