Disclaimer: Once again, I must regretfully say that none of this is mine
except for the plot, Mary Jo, and Herman. Peace out.
A/N: I would just like to thank all those who have reviewed my story. They mean a lot to me. Please keep reading.
"Erm, I don't want to seem rude," said Sarah, inching her way toward her window in case she should need to jump, "but I don't think I invited you into my house. I would thank you to leave."
"I know you don't know me," said Herman, standing up. "So, I can understand your uneasy feeling. But I thought it was very important for me to come here to discuss a difficult matter with you. First, I just wish to say that you needn't worry. I know about you and my son."
"Who?" asked Sarah, feeling confused. Then, she realized what he meant. "Your, his- father?"
"By 'his', I assume you mean Jareth. Yes, I am. Why, even fae's need parent's. Do you think they just appear out of thin air?"
"I was beginning to think so," said Sarah, thinking of the many times Jareth had appeared out of nowhere.
"Well, they don't," replied Herman in a more serious tone. "Now, I feel it important that I speak to you about the relationship you have with my son."
"But we don't have a relationship," sighed Sarah. Though she secretly wished that she could say the opposite. But seeing how Jareth had left so suddenly, they had had no time to talk about it.
"Well, he doesn't seem to think of it that way," growled Jareth. "Ever since you were foolish enough to wish your brother away, he has been moping around his castle like some sick puppy dog." He rolled his eyes as he saw Sarah smiling at what he had just told her. "I tell you, that is not a good thing. He has not been keeping as good a look over his land as he used to. He could stop trouble before it had even started. But for the past ten years, he has been letting his servants off easy on things that should have been punished immediately. I'm telling you, your no good for him. If this is how he acts when you are not even together, I can't even begin to imagine what he will be like when and if you two decide to get married."
Sarah stood there, stunned at what he had just said to her. How could he be so selfish as to forbid her to be with Jareth? Sarah had just begun to fall in love with him, and now his father had to come down here and ruin it for her. Sarah could feel the tears begin to raise in her eyes and a cry choke up in her throat.
"Think about what I have said, young lady," said Herman, coming up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. This caused Sarah to become unnerved. "To marry Jareth would ensure the destruction of his kingdom. Not to mention, your life."
"What do I say to Jareth?" Sarah asked.
"I will tell him that you have never been interested in him and to leave you alone," replied Herman.
"But, I really do love him," whispered Sarah. She felt as if she were going to cry. It took all her energy to resist from doing so.
"You'll get over it," frowned Herman. With that, he turned into a brown barn owl and took off out the window. Sarah was left all alone with her now disturbing thoughts. She wanted so much to call Jareth to her side, but did not wish him any strain or harm with his father. What was she to do?
A/N: I would just like to thank all those who have reviewed my story. They mean a lot to me. Please keep reading.
"Erm, I don't want to seem rude," said Sarah, inching her way toward her window in case she should need to jump, "but I don't think I invited you into my house. I would thank you to leave."
"I know you don't know me," said Herman, standing up. "So, I can understand your uneasy feeling. But I thought it was very important for me to come here to discuss a difficult matter with you. First, I just wish to say that you needn't worry. I know about you and my son."
"Who?" asked Sarah, feeling confused. Then, she realized what he meant. "Your, his- father?"
"By 'his', I assume you mean Jareth. Yes, I am. Why, even fae's need parent's. Do you think they just appear out of thin air?"
"I was beginning to think so," said Sarah, thinking of the many times Jareth had appeared out of nowhere.
"Well, they don't," replied Herman in a more serious tone. "Now, I feel it important that I speak to you about the relationship you have with my son."
"But we don't have a relationship," sighed Sarah. Though she secretly wished that she could say the opposite. But seeing how Jareth had left so suddenly, they had had no time to talk about it.
"Well, he doesn't seem to think of it that way," growled Jareth. "Ever since you were foolish enough to wish your brother away, he has been moping around his castle like some sick puppy dog." He rolled his eyes as he saw Sarah smiling at what he had just told her. "I tell you, that is not a good thing. He has not been keeping as good a look over his land as he used to. He could stop trouble before it had even started. But for the past ten years, he has been letting his servants off easy on things that should have been punished immediately. I'm telling you, your no good for him. If this is how he acts when you are not even together, I can't even begin to imagine what he will be like when and if you two decide to get married."
Sarah stood there, stunned at what he had just said to her. How could he be so selfish as to forbid her to be with Jareth? Sarah had just begun to fall in love with him, and now his father had to come down here and ruin it for her. Sarah could feel the tears begin to raise in her eyes and a cry choke up in her throat.
"Think about what I have said, young lady," said Herman, coming up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. This caused Sarah to become unnerved. "To marry Jareth would ensure the destruction of his kingdom. Not to mention, your life."
"What do I say to Jareth?" Sarah asked.
"I will tell him that you have never been interested in him and to leave you alone," replied Herman.
"But, I really do love him," whispered Sarah. She felt as if she were going to cry. It took all her energy to resist from doing so.
"You'll get over it," frowned Herman. With that, he turned into a brown barn owl and took off out the window. Sarah was left all alone with her now disturbing thoughts. She wanted so much to call Jareth to her side, but did not wish him any strain or harm with his father. What was she to do?
