Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing but the plot and Christine.
A/N: I would like to thank all those who have placed in a review and hope that you continue to read this story. Peace out.
Sarah lay in her bed that night, a small smile creeping onto her face. That had been the most wonderful dinner she had had. Not to mention, she had never known Jareth to be so romantic. Though, she figured it was part of Christine. Sarah could not remember when she had had so much fun. She knew what her answer to Jareth's question would be. After all, how could she refuse him?
Sarah was just falling asleep to these comforting thoughts when she heard her bedroom door open. She looked up, wondering whom it could have been. It could not have been Jareth, because she would have seen his outline, and there was no outline. Perhaps it is one of the goblins come to pick something up or drop something off, thought Sarah. She lay her head back down, trying to go back to sleep. But there was no chance of that happening. For on her ceiling, Sarah saw something that filled her entire being with dread. Sarah screamed, and then went mute. The creature, whatever it was, had thrown a red light at her that had caused her to lose her voice to turn off, as if by magic. But her scream had not gone unnoticed. Jareth, who had been passing her room, ran in. He looked left, right, and then up at the ceiling.
"Greselda?" he asked. The fluffy little black thing dropped to the bed and transformed itself into a female. She was very thin, wore a black sequence dress, and had red hair that seemed to go everywhere.
"Jareth, darling," she smiled as she held out her hands.
"You get away from her," growled Jareth as he pointed to Sarah.
"Who?" asked Greselda innocently. "Her?" She pointed to Sarah and, with a wave of her hand, bound Sarah with invisible rope of some kind.
"What is it you want, Greselda?" demanded Jareth angrily.
"You know what I desire," smirked Greselda. She held out her hand, palm up, and as she made a circle with the other hand, a crown appeared. "I wish nothing more than to be your queen."
"Never!" barked Jareth.
"Fine, have it your way," growled Greselda. And with another swift wave of her hand, Sarah disappeared.
"No!" cried Jareth. He made a run for Greselda's stomach, but ran through her instead.
"Oh, you poor fool," laughed Greselda. "You know where to reach me should you need to."
"You had better not hurt her!" cried Jareth as he rose from the floor.
"Oh, you know me better than that, Jareth," smiled Greselda. Without another word, Greselda snapped her fingers and vanished from sight, leaving Jareth in utter bewilderment on the floor. If he hurts her, thought Jareth, she will regret it for the rest of her natural life.
A/N: I would like to thank all those who have placed in a review and hope that you continue to read this story. Peace out.
Sarah lay in her bed that night, a small smile creeping onto her face. That had been the most wonderful dinner she had had. Not to mention, she had never known Jareth to be so romantic. Though, she figured it was part of Christine. Sarah could not remember when she had had so much fun. She knew what her answer to Jareth's question would be. After all, how could she refuse him?
Sarah was just falling asleep to these comforting thoughts when she heard her bedroom door open. She looked up, wondering whom it could have been. It could not have been Jareth, because she would have seen his outline, and there was no outline. Perhaps it is one of the goblins come to pick something up or drop something off, thought Sarah. She lay her head back down, trying to go back to sleep. But there was no chance of that happening. For on her ceiling, Sarah saw something that filled her entire being with dread. Sarah screamed, and then went mute. The creature, whatever it was, had thrown a red light at her that had caused her to lose her voice to turn off, as if by magic. But her scream had not gone unnoticed. Jareth, who had been passing her room, ran in. He looked left, right, and then up at the ceiling.
"Greselda?" he asked. The fluffy little black thing dropped to the bed and transformed itself into a female. She was very thin, wore a black sequence dress, and had red hair that seemed to go everywhere.
"Jareth, darling," she smiled as she held out her hands.
"You get away from her," growled Jareth as he pointed to Sarah.
"Who?" asked Greselda innocently. "Her?" She pointed to Sarah and, with a wave of her hand, bound Sarah with invisible rope of some kind.
"What is it you want, Greselda?" demanded Jareth angrily.
"You know what I desire," smirked Greselda. She held out her hand, palm up, and as she made a circle with the other hand, a crown appeared. "I wish nothing more than to be your queen."
"Never!" barked Jareth.
"Fine, have it your way," growled Greselda. And with another swift wave of her hand, Sarah disappeared.
"No!" cried Jareth. He made a run for Greselda's stomach, but ran through her instead.
"Oh, you poor fool," laughed Greselda. "You know where to reach me should you need to."
"You had better not hurt her!" cried Jareth as he rose from the floor.
"Oh, you know me better than that, Jareth," smiled Greselda. Without another word, Greselda snapped her fingers and vanished from sight, leaving Jareth in utter bewilderment on the floor. If he hurts her, thought Jareth, she will regret it for the rest of her natural life.
