A/N O.K. Hopefully this chapter is posted correctly. Any way, here is
the second chapter just like I told you. Again warning for the PG-13 rating
and the spelling and grammar mistakes.
What If II the nightmare
By
Melissa Aka Angle 1
Jareth leaned up against the wall crossing his arms and legs. The sweet smell of roses had intoxicated him the moment Sydney stepped from the bathroom, and it was strangely hard to concentrate when he talked to her. He sighed, she was a cleaver girl, and she had found a loophole in his plan. Well. it didn't matter if she was in Aboveground clothes, she would look just as beautiful. The buzz of pleasure he had received when she had made her first wish was quickly wearing off, and he could feel his arrogant thoughts slide back into place.
Everything was going just how he planed, true, her attitude had not changed a bit, but that was fine, he loved her quick wit. He only hoped that she would grow accustomed to the Underground and hopefully fond of him. He also hoped that his infamous temper would not get the better of him.
A few minutes later Sydney emerged out of her room. Jareth straightened up and gazed at her choice of attire. Faded looking blue pants and much to his surprise a white pheasant shirt. " I thought you weren't in the whole ' Victorian ' style, what ever that is." He said stepping up to her to take her arm and guide her to the dinning room. He noticed that the strange necklace she had been wearing was nowhere in sight. He knew she had it under her clothes. She had yet again tied up her hair in a dozen tiny ties and pins.
" Victorian is a age where they wear clothes like that. " Sydney pointed at his lace lined color and sleeves. " this isn't Victorian, it's from before that time." She showed him the extremely baggy sleeves, as compared to his only slightly baggy sleeves, and her lack of lace. Jareth thought all it needed was a little imagination and it would look like something he would wear. But he thought it best not to argue this point.
Sydney jumped and backed away as an armored goblin came around the corner. Jareth realized that unlike Sarah, Sydney was not exposed to as many of the Labyrinths many goblins. The guard bowed low as the approached. Jareth leaned in to whisper. " Do not be afraid of them, they are your servants."
" Ha! Goblins have always been the stuff of nightmares for little children and are always the enemy in fairytales. It will take a while for that idea to wear off enough for me to feel truly comfortable around them."
" But Sydney.." Jareth faked hurt feelings. "I'm am the King of the goblins surly you do not see me as such."
" You look nothing like a goblin," she looked over as a stamped of tiny monkey-like goblins ran by. " Of course I don't think of you as one." Looking up at him, he winked at her and she hastily added " Yet. " which caused him to laugh.
She gazed around at the castle with the same wonder as she did in the Labyrinth. Her strange wit and attitude had yet to fade. Jareth hoped that her unique ways and personality would not be smothered in this new life she was about to take on.
Soon they had reached the dinning room. Jareth pulled out a chair for her to sit in, and he sat next to her at the head of the table. The overly large throne like chair, and haphazardly way it was decorated, seemed to suit the Goblin King. Breakfast was served by a troupe of goblin chefs, which bumbled around so much it was a wonder they didn't spill anything. Jareth paid little attention to them, but Sydney watched in keen interest and amusement. Jareth smiled at the laugh that the goblins brought to her. It was the first time he had heard her laugh.
When the goblins finally left them alone, they proceeded to eat their breakfast. It was different from what Sydney was use to, but it was rather good. Jareth did not eat very much, and soon he sat back and drank from a wine glass. He watched Sydney as she ate, almost dreading the time when she would loose her appetite for food and eat very little as he did. This happened to all mortals who stayed any amount of extended time in the Underground, it is as if they turn immortal.
Seeing that he had finished eating Sydney decided to strike up the conversation. " So explain all about this wishing thing. "
Jareth laughed, " Straight to the point, very well. " He sat up straight in his chair. " As a part of my deal, as you'll recall, went like this, ' Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.' Anything you want.I can give you. If you wish for them hard enough you will get them."
" Like how I was desperate for something to wear. " Sydney offered.
" Exactly, clever girl, you use my power to get what you want, wherever I may be at the time. And I can use my power to call for you, wherever you may be." Jareth sat back and took a drink of his wine.
" Call for me? " Sydney wanted to know what exactly that meant.
" Yes " His all to familiar arrogant smile and tone of voice returned. " When I want you.for.whatever reason, I will bring you straight to me, whether you want to come or not." He could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she processed this and his obvious double meaning. And he grinned in his wine glass as he saw her blush yet again.
" Fine, " she returned to her food, " Seems like a small price to pay, to get whatever I want. " Jareth chuckled, " Oh, it's not my dear.it's the perfect price to pay." He said nothing more on the subject and waited until Sydney was finished, before excusing himself from the table, saying something about having to oversee the repairs to the goblin city and that Nikko would take care of her. With that, he left the room, his cape flowing behind him.
Stunned at his abrupt departure she did not notice the young goblin sitting on the table next to her. " Hello." Sydney turned to see the goblin, Large green eyes looked back at her. " You are Sydney right? " her goblin voice was surprisingly normal sounding.
" Yes, and you must be Nikko." She studied the goblin; she had flaming red hair tied in many, many braids, it was a sharp contrast to her gray- brown skin. She had big cheeks and a friendly smile, long pointed ears, and lovely clothes. She didn't look at all like the ragle- tagle goblins she had seen so far. " My, aren't you well taken care of."
The young goblin blushed " His Majesty has his favorites. " Nikko stated matter-of-factly. " I am a privileged goblin, hand picked by his majesty, for my great intelligence. Only a few intelligent goblins get to be chosen." She jumped down from the table and beckoned Sydney to follow her. She led Sydney to a large window. Sydney picked up Nikko, and placed her on the windowsill, even though Nikko had told her she did not need help at all. There was no glass on this window, in fact none of the windows had glass. When she had brought this problem to Nikko, she only laughed.
" Ahh, Master does not have to worry about such things, if anything uninvited were to fly in they would soon find themselves dead. "
Stepping up on the windowsill Sydney looked to where Nikko was pointing. Down below them, in the goblin city. Jareth was supervising the repairs, using his magic here and there to help. " You see, Master takes very much care of us. He loves us." Nikko squeaked. It was obvious that the young goblin was hero-worshiping Jareth and Sydney grinned at the goblin as she blushed. " Master will take very much care of you too, yes, he loves you too."
"Oh, Nikko, I don't think Jareth actual loves me." Sydney said as she gazed down at Jareth, feeling her heat race away. Nikko gasped and covered her big cheeks with her tiny hands.
"Ooo, but he must, yes, why else would he have you stay here?"
" It was part of the deal that we had." Sydney informed her. but Nikko shook her head, her braids swung wild at the movement. " Master only sets deals that will work best for him, yes he does, it was no deal, he wants you to stay." She hoped down from the sill and guided Sydney to the throne room.
The room Sydney was led to was a strange one. A dozen or so goblins where scattered around, talking and playing. A slightly raised platform showed off a throne, which obviously was Jareth's. Stepping up to it, Sydney ran her hand over the worn surface. This throne had been used for thousands of years, and not just by Jareth. Suddenly remembering that she was to met Jareth's father that afternoon, she grew very nervous.
Upon seeing Sydney's distressed expression, Nikko told her to sit. " On the throne? " Sydney didn't think that was a very good idea, but Nikko only waved her question away. Sydney settled in the royal chair, she felt extremely small in it. Jareth was much taller than she was and her feet barely reached the ground, it was very wide as well, suggesting that Jareth would more likely lounge in it. Nikko scurried up her leg and sat on the arm of the throne, dangling her legs freely.
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A/N I know, I know, this is a really short chapter * slaps hand* Bad Melissa, Anyway the next one should be a little bit longer.hopefully.
Don't forget to review
Its right down there. ^_^x = my pet Kenshin says Hi.
What If II the nightmare
By
Melissa Aka Angle 1
Jareth leaned up against the wall crossing his arms and legs. The sweet smell of roses had intoxicated him the moment Sydney stepped from the bathroom, and it was strangely hard to concentrate when he talked to her. He sighed, she was a cleaver girl, and she had found a loophole in his plan. Well. it didn't matter if she was in Aboveground clothes, she would look just as beautiful. The buzz of pleasure he had received when she had made her first wish was quickly wearing off, and he could feel his arrogant thoughts slide back into place.
Everything was going just how he planed, true, her attitude had not changed a bit, but that was fine, he loved her quick wit. He only hoped that she would grow accustomed to the Underground and hopefully fond of him. He also hoped that his infamous temper would not get the better of him.
A few minutes later Sydney emerged out of her room. Jareth straightened up and gazed at her choice of attire. Faded looking blue pants and much to his surprise a white pheasant shirt. " I thought you weren't in the whole ' Victorian ' style, what ever that is." He said stepping up to her to take her arm and guide her to the dinning room. He noticed that the strange necklace she had been wearing was nowhere in sight. He knew she had it under her clothes. She had yet again tied up her hair in a dozen tiny ties and pins.
" Victorian is a age where they wear clothes like that. " Sydney pointed at his lace lined color and sleeves. " this isn't Victorian, it's from before that time." She showed him the extremely baggy sleeves, as compared to his only slightly baggy sleeves, and her lack of lace. Jareth thought all it needed was a little imagination and it would look like something he would wear. But he thought it best not to argue this point.
Sydney jumped and backed away as an armored goblin came around the corner. Jareth realized that unlike Sarah, Sydney was not exposed to as many of the Labyrinths many goblins. The guard bowed low as the approached. Jareth leaned in to whisper. " Do not be afraid of them, they are your servants."
" Ha! Goblins have always been the stuff of nightmares for little children and are always the enemy in fairytales. It will take a while for that idea to wear off enough for me to feel truly comfortable around them."
" But Sydney.." Jareth faked hurt feelings. "I'm am the King of the goblins surly you do not see me as such."
" You look nothing like a goblin," she looked over as a stamped of tiny monkey-like goblins ran by. " Of course I don't think of you as one." Looking up at him, he winked at her and she hastily added " Yet. " which caused him to laugh.
She gazed around at the castle with the same wonder as she did in the Labyrinth. Her strange wit and attitude had yet to fade. Jareth hoped that her unique ways and personality would not be smothered in this new life she was about to take on.
Soon they had reached the dinning room. Jareth pulled out a chair for her to sit in, and he sat next to her at the head of the table. The overly large throne like chair, and haphazardly way it was decorated, seemed to suit the Goblin King. Breakfast was served by a troupe of goblin chefs, which bumbled around so much it was a wonder they didn't spill anything. Jareth paid little attention to them, but Sydney watched in keen interest and amusement. Jareth smiled at the laugh that the goblins brought to her. It was the first time he had heard her laugh.
When the goblins finally left them alone, they proceeded to eat their breakfast. It was different from what Sydney was use to, but it was rather good. Jareth did not eat very much, and soon he sat back and drank from a wine glass. He watched Sydney as she ate, almost dreading the time when she would loose her appetite for food and eat very little as he did. This happened to all mortals who stayed any amount of extended time in the Underground, it is as if they turn immortal.
Seeing that he had finished eating Sydney decided to strike up the conversation. " So explain all about this wishing thing. "
Jareth laughed, " Straight to the point, very well. " He sat up straight in his chair. " As a part of my deal, as you'll recall, went like this, ' Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.' Anything you want.I can give you. If you wish for them hard enough you will get them."
" Like how I was desperate for something to wear. " Sydney offered.
" Exactly, clever girl, you use my power to get what you want, wherever I may be at the time. And I can use my power to call for you, wherever you may be." Jareth sat back and took a drink of his wine.
" Call for me? " Sydney wanted to know what exactly that meant.
" Yes " His all to familiar arrogant smile and tone of voice returned. " When I want you.for.whatever reason, I will bring you straight to me, whether you want to come or not." He could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she processed this and his obvious double meaning. And he grinned in his wine glass as he saw her blush yet again.
" Fine, " she returned to her food, " Seems like a small price to pay, to get whatever I want. " Jareth chuckled, " Oh, it's not my dear.it's the perfect price to pay." He said nothing more on the subject and waited until Sydney was finished, before excusing himself from the table, saying something about having to oversee the repairs to the goblin city and that Nikko would take care of her. With that, he left the room, his cape flowing behind him.
Stunned at his abrupt departure she did not notice the young goblin sitting on the table next to her. " Hello." Sydney turned to see the goblin, Large green eyes looked back at her. " You are Sydney right? " her goblin voice was surprisingly normal sounding.
" Yes, and you must be Nikko." She studied the goblin; she had flaming red hair tied in many, many braids, it was a sharp contrast to her gray- brown skin. She had big cheeks and a friendly smile, long pointed ears, and lovely clothes. She didn't look at all like the ragle- tagle goblins she had seen so far. " My, aren't you well taken care of."
The young goblin blushed " His Majesty has his favorites. " Nikko stated matter-of-factly. " I am a privileged goblin, hand picked by his majesty, for my great intelligence. Only a few intelligent goblins get to be chosen." She jumped down from the table and beckoned Sydney to follow her. She led Sydney to a large window. Sydney picked up Nikko, and placed her on the windowsill, even though Nikko had told her she did not need help at all. There was no glass on this window, in fact none of the windows had glass. When she had brought this problem to Nikko, she only laughed.
" Ahh, Master does not have to worry about such things, if anything uninvited were to fly in they would soon find themselves dead. "
Stepping up on the windowsill Sydney looked to where Nikko was pointing. Down below them, in the goblin city. Jareth was supervising the repairs, using his magic here and there to help. " You see, Master takes very much care of us. He loves us." Nikko squeaked. It was obvious that the young goblin was hero-worshiping Jareth and Sydney grinned at the goblin as she blushed. " Master will take very much care of you too, yes, he loves you too."
"Oh, Nikko, I don't think Jareth actual loves me." Sydney said as she gazed down at Jareth, feeling her heat race away. Nikko gasped and covered her big cheeks with her tiny hands.
"Ooo, but he must, yes, why else would he have you stay here?"
" It was part of the deal that we had." Sydney informed her. but Nikko shook her head, her braids swung wild at the movement. " Master only sets deals that will work best for him, yes he does, it was no deal, he wants you to stay." She hoped down from the sill and guided Sydney to the throne room.
The room Sydney was led to was a strange one. A dozen or so goblins where scattered around, talking and playing. A slightly raised platform showed off a throne, which obviously was Jareth's. Stepping up to it, Sydney ran her hand over the worn surface. This throne had been used for thousands of years, and not just by Jareth. Suddenly remembering that she was to met Jareth's father that afternoon, she grew very nervous.
Upon seeing Sydney's distressed expression, Nikko told her to sit. " On the throne? " Sydney didn't think that was a very good idea, but Nikko only waved her question away. Sydney settled in the royal chair, she felt extremely small in it. Jareth was much taller than she was and her feet barely reached the ground, it was very wide as well, suggesting that Jareth would more likely lounge in it. Nikko scurried up her leg and sat on the arm of the throne, dangling her legs freely.
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A/N I know, I know, this is a really short chapter * slaps hand* Bad Melissa, Anyway the next one should be a little bit longer.hopefully.
Don't forget to review
Its right down there. ^_^x = my pet Kenshin says Hi.