Chapter : Out of Darkness into Light; Are we dreaming?
It had been nearly a week since Sarah's encounter with Nikki, and she still had not returned to the shop. Not that she was too busy or anything, she just didn't know how to approach her, knowing that she was from the Underground. She had so many questions, yet had no idea how to broach the subject, or if her questions would even be welcomed. In any case, she had turned in early that night, not really tired, but feeling worn by her thoughts.
It was well past midnight when she woke with a start. All was still and she had no idea what had woken her, until she realized that the window was open, and rain was pouring in. Funny, she didn't remember opening it. Rising from her bed, she walked to the window and reached up to close it when she noticed something move in the shadows below. She froze, not knowing whether to be afraid or feel foolish, when a sudden flash of lightning lit the whole yard. Sarah's eyes widened as, for that brief moment, she saw a figure, clad in black, standing below her window, a dark cape swirling around it like a whirlwind.
Sarah blinked in surprise, but before she could look again, the figure was gone. Shaking her head, she pulled the window down and locked it, rubbing her eyes groggily. "I'm losing it," she yawned aloud to no one in particular as she left her room and wandered down the stairs to get some milk.
~~*~~
Lightning split the night sky. Moaning sleepily, Jareth rolled over and pulled his satin sheets over his head. He never could sleep too well since.since.well, he preferred not to think about her if he could help it.but when he did nod off, he did not like being disturbed. Not even by a storm. He heard a swishing from somewhere nearby the head of his bed.
"Bloody useless goblins!" he muttered under his breath. He threw back the covers, ready to throttle which ever of his minions had decided to creep into his bedchamber, but was disconcerted to find that no one was there. Again came the swishing from behind him and he whirled to the other side. And jumped in surprise as another flash of lightening caught the profile of a hooded shadow as it swooped by him, turning to him only long enough to beckon him to follow, before leaping out of the window and vanishing from sight. This struck him as rather stupid, since he slept in one of the towers, and a leap like that was foolish at best. But upon inspection of the ground below, he found no evidence of the intruder.
Eyes narrowing in disgust, he huffed off to his armoire to get dressed. How dare that rogue, entering his bedchamber and creeping about, then having the audacity to order him to follow! Growling under his breath, he swung a hooded cape over his own shoulders and pushed out the door and down the stairs.
~~*~~
Sarah yawned as she stirred her milk with a stick of graham cracker, amusing her self by making swirls with the cinnamon on its surface. She was roused by a strange, swishing sound. At first she thought it was her imagination, but as it grew louder she stood and looked about, nervous. A sudden movement from the shadows made her jump and she had to stifle a cry of alarm. Again came the sound, like billowing fabric as a pair of disembodied eyes met Sarah's from the shadows.two strange, mismatched eyes that seemed to emit a light of their own, hypnotizing her with their mischievous gleam.
"Who.who's there?" she croaked timidly. The eyes laughed teasingly at her, echoing strangely, melodiously. Then, quick as a wink, the black- robed figure from her yard swept from the shadows and through the glass of the rear sliding door. A crack of lightning illuminated the figure, standing on the patio, and arm raised indicating that Sarah should follow.
Sarah hesitated. She knew that the mysterious intruder was from the Underground, it was the only explanation. But though she was intrigued, it was the middle of the night and raining on top of it. She shook her head at the dark figure, whose outline billowed just beyond clear sight through the wind and rain. Then her eyes widened though as, by the flash of another bolt of lightening, the figure rose its arm and displayed an amulet.the amulet.
Swallowing hard with recognition, she nodded slowly and motioned to the figure to wait as she bolted up the stairs to get dressed.
~~*~~
Jareth thundered into his throne room. A few drunken goblins lay scattered about here and there, most of them unconscious. Kicking a few back to consciousness, he stormed down the side stairs and threw open a barred double door that opened out onto a lower courtyard. The rain stung his face and he pulled the hood up over his spiky blond locks, all the while searching for the dark figure that had so rudely awakened him. To his frustration, he found nothing.
"This is ridiculous!" he grumbled. As he turned back to the door to go in, the wind rose suddenly, and on it, through the howling, a laughing voice whispered in his ear.
".Jareth.Jareth." It giggled and danced around him tauntingly. He felt his anger rise, and to his own surprise, a twang of nervousness.
"Alright, where are you?" the shouted over the wind. But the voice simply giggled and continued to whisper his name into the night. A sudden sweeping movement caught his eye and he ran out into the darkness after it. He missed the figure, but it turned back to him and he could see, from under the figure's hood, a pair of mismatched eyes gleamed with their own light. Growling with frustration, Jareth rushed after the figure, angered that one of his own was taunting him so. But the laughing figure simply continued to dodge his attacks, drawing him further and further into the night.
~~*~~
"This is insane," Sarah muttered as she closed and locked the back door behind her. Turning about, Sarah searched for the figure, but did not see it. "Great, I get all dressed up for this little and venture and my hallucination is standing me up." She was about to go back inside when a faint whisper reached her ears, seemingly carried on the wind, as it seemed to come from everywhere.
".Sarah.Sarah." There was something familiar in that voice that she couldn't quite place, but as it got louder, she turned. There was the mysterious figure, near the edge of the house. Just as Sarah caught sight of it, it slipped around the corner towards the street.
"Well, wait for me," Sarah demanded into the night. Pulling her hoodie on over her head, she ducked out from under the eaves and followed the shadowy figure around the corner of the house and into the night.
~~*~~
Jareth was exceptionally angry. Even he could admit that he had a short temper, but this was no mere annoyance any longer. This was war. It seemed as though he had been chasing the shadowy figure through the night for hours, and now he was going to catch the little imp and make him pay. He felt its presence somewhere nearby. Spinning about, he found the figure standing not five feet away behind him. The eyes, playful laughter gleaming in their mismatched depths, challenged him to get in a hit.
He lunged. With a sweep of billowing cape, the dark figure stepped easily aside. And Jareth fell, but he didn't hit ground-he kept falling into a dark hole that seemed to have opened up from solid earth. Moments later he impacted the floor of the pit with a thud that knocked the wind out of him.
A sonorous female voice wafted down the shaft to him. "Really, Jareth, you made it far too easy.you must watch that temper, someday your going to get into trouble!" He knew that voice, but he couldn't place it for the life of him. He tried to magic himself out of the hole, but he found a powerful barrier in his way. There was no light in the hole, which bore a disturbing resemblance to an oubliette, but he could feel air circulating slightly, telling him that it was bigger than it felt, but that helped him not at all. A giggle echoed down to him from his captor's lips. "Don't worry, Jareth, you won't have to wait to long." And with that, she was gone.
After yelling a creative combination of invectives at his absent enemy, he sat down on the dusty floor of the hole and prepared to wait. After a moment, something struck him. Why in hell had he followed her, anyway? Yes, he had a temper, and yes, he wanted to beat that teasing figure senseless, but he was no fool. How had he been lured into this trap?
"Fae magic," he growled. It was the only explanation. Grumbling to himself, he groped for a wall, then leaned back against it. If indeed he was imprisoned by a fae whose power rivaled his own, he really had no choice other than to wait and see what it was his captor wanted.
For some reason, as he stared into the darkness, his thoughts drifted to Sarah. He hated thinking of her. It brought out such a mix of emotions in him and he hated letting complicated emotions get in the way of his clear thinking. He hated to admit to himself that he had allowed her to get to him. She angered him, teased him, aroused him, embittered him. It was too much for him. And yet here, in the utter darkness of that pit, all he could think of was her. He began to lose his sense of reality. If you have ever sat in a room devoid of light and sound, you would know what it is to forget what it feels like to see and hear. He imagined he could see her eyes as he did the first time he met her and he felt tears welling in his eyes. With an angry moan, he let his head fall into his hands. "This is gonna be a long night."
~~*~~
Sarah looked up at the dark trees all around her. She was frightened. The shadows seemed alive around her, groping at the edge of her sight, as though if she turned her back on them, they might turn on her and swallow her whole. She had followed the dark, billowing figure through the streets, then down to the park and into the forest nearby. Now she stood before the gaping mouth of a cave deep within the woods and she was terrified. The figure stood not far away, just concealed within the shadows of the cave, and Sarah was surprised she could still see it. There was so little light that there was no real color, just dark, darker and nothingness. She felt lightheaded, as though she had slipped into a dream and was standing on the edge of an abyss, ready to fall.
And then she did. She felt a delicate hand on her shoulder and she stepped into the cave. Farther and farther. She was amazed that she did not stumble. The deeper she walked, the blacker the shadow became, until she was sure she had ceased to exist and her body had melted into the blackness around her. Perhaps this was what it was like to die.
After a moment, she could go no further and she dropped to her knees. The darkness spun around her, and there was no sound. For some reason, out of some depth within her mind she suddenly longed to be held by strong arms. She wanted to feel safe, to look into strong eyes, his eyes, mismatched and full of strength and pride. And love? Had that been a dream too?
In her daze, she thought perhaps she heard a swirling, swishing, billowing sound that seemed to surround her. She couldn't understand that sound, it was beyond her.she had fallen and her senses were in shambles. But somehow she was able to discern one thing when it came. For suddenly and with no warning, there was brilliant white light.
~~*~~
The light had come suddenly, without warning, and in his state, Jareth couldn't discern the source, nor what it was at first that he saw before him. The far wall of the hole in which he sat was not a wall at all. It was like a mirror, for he saw the very cell in which he sat reflected in it. But he was not. Rather, where he should have been, there was another. He stood and approached the reflective wall, as did the other. He stood next to the reflective glass and stared into Sarah's eyes.
She stared back, watching a collage of emotions dance with incomprehension within those strong, proud eyes. She wanted to feel him hold her, to feel safe in his arms, but between them lay a barrier of.of something...something solid and impenetrable. She knew, through the haze in her mind, that he was near, and yet they were impossibly separated.
They turned as one as the dark figure entered from both sides, like mirror images of the same being. It ignored them both and walked to the barrier and caressed it wit a black clad hand. And where that hand touched, a web of cracks formed and spread, dividing into ever-finer segments as the whole wall was engulfed. Without warning, it seemed to burst, the tiny bits of what remained fluttering into the air like glittering gas.
The two dreamers lost one another in the tumult as a faint music rose in the air and grew louder as the glittering mass descended. The walls of the room were white and shimmered. Low-hanging, shimmering chandeliers flirted with silky drapes here and there. Out of the hanging fabric folds drifted dancers, all bedecked in jewels and finery and each sporting an elaborate mask. The two dreamers stood opposite one another.
Jareth felt himself melt as his eyes danced over Sarah's face, encircled by a halo of dark hair shot with silver and decked with silver flowers. Her delicate curves were accentuated by a pure white dress to the hip, where it billowed into a full skirt, as well as at the shoulder. Sarah nearly fainted as she took in the strikingly handsome face of the Goblin King, framed by blue-shot blond hair, a blue, sparkling coat over his strong shoulders. But he would not allow it, for he took her in his arms and they danced.
Over the laugher of the other dancers, familiar words taunted their ears, tugging memories from the depths of where ever they had been hidden and flaunting them haughtily upon their faces for the benefit each other's eyes.
There's such a sad love Deep in your eyes Its like a pale jewel Opened and closed Within your eyes I'll place the sky Within your eyes
From a corner nearby, lady emerged from the folds of the drapes. She was clad in a full length, black Victorian dress that cut off at the shoulders and trimmed with black lace. Her face was hidden beneath an elfish mask and her raven hair was piled atop her head in a tangle of flowing curls.
There's such a fooled heart Beating so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I'll place the moon Within your heart
The lady smiled as she watched the two dreamers twirl to the music, entranced in one another, relishing the confusion and the feeling of being back in one another's arms. What irony, the woman smiled, if they weren't here, buried in their fantasies, they'd be at each others' throats. Such desire out of such rage.
As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you As the world falls down
She smiled as she watched Jareth, his eyes dilated and his senses enhanced, yet confused. Sarah too was lost in a sea of confused bliss, her mind whirling with its center fixed on Jareth's eyes.
I'll paint your mornings of gold I'll spin your valentine evenings Though we're strangers 'till now We're choosing the path Between the stars I'll lay my love Between the stars
Her reverie in the romance of the moment was cut short. She had to be ready, to finish it at the right moment.
As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you As the world falls down
A satisfied smile spread over the lady's lips as Jareth leaned down and brushed Sarah's lips with his in the softest of kisses. When she did not resist, he pulled her close and as their lips contacted, something like electricity lit the air for one passionate second and time seemed to skip a beat. The lady grinned into a shining crystal in her hand before she threw it down hard against the shimmering ballroom floor-and the world went dark.
It had been nearly a week since Sarah's encounter with Nikki, and she still had not returned to the shop. Not that she was too busy or anything, she just didn't know how to approach her, knowing that she was from the Underground. She had so many questions, yet had no idea how to broach the subject, or if her questions would even be welcomed. In any case, she had turned in early that night, not really tired, but feeling worn by her thoughts.
It was well past midnight when she woke with a start. All was still and she had no idea what had woken her, until she realized that the window was open, and rain was pouring in. Funny, she didn't remember opening it. Rising from her bed, she walked to the window and reached up to close it when she noticed something move in the shadows below. She froze, not knowing whether to be afraid or feel foolish, when a sudden flash of lightning lit the whole yard. Sarah's eyes widened as, for that brief moment, she saw a figure, clad in black, standing below her window, a dark cape swirling around it like a whirlwind.
Sarah blinked in surprise, but before she could look again, the figure was gone. Shaking her head, she pulled the window down and locked it, rubbing her eyes groggily. "I'm losing it," she yawned aloud to no one in particular as she left her room and wandered down the stairs to get some milk.
~~*~~
Lightning split the night sky. Moaning sleepily, Jareth rolled over and pulled his satin sheets over his head. He never could sleep too well since.since.well, he preferred not to think about her if he could help it.but when he did nod off, he did not like being disturbed. Not even by a storm. He heard a swishing from somewhere nearby the head of his bed.
"Bloody useless goblins!" he muttered under his breath. He threw back the covers, ready to throttle which ever of his minions had decided to creep into his bedchamber, but was disconcerted to find that no one was there. Again came the swishing from behind him and he whirled to the other side. And jumped in surprise as another flash of lightening caught the profile of a hooded shadow as it swooped by him, turning to him only long enough to beckon him to follow, before leaping out of the window and vanishing from sight. This struck him as rather stupid, since he slept in one of the towers, and a leap like that was foolish at best. But upon inspection of the ground below, he found no evidence of the intruder.
Eyes narrowing in disgust, he huffed off to his armoire to get dressed. How dare that rogue, entering his bedchamber and creeping about, then having the audacity to order him to follow! Growling under his breath, he swung a hooded cape over his own shoulders and pushed out the door and down the stairs.
~~*~~
Sarah yawned as she stirred her milk with a stick of graham cracker, amusing her self by making swirls with the cinnamon on its surface. She was roused by a strange, swishing sound. At first she thought it was her imagination, but as it grew louder she stood and looked about, nervous. A sudden movement from the shadows made her jump and she had to stifle a cry of alarm. Again came the sound, like billowing fabric as a pair of disembodied eyes met Sarah's from the shadows.two strange, mismatched eyes that seemed to emit a light of their own, hypnotizing her with their mischievous gleam.
"Who.who's there?" she croaked timidly. The eyes laughed teasingly at her, echoing strangely, melodiously. Then, quick as a wink, the black- robed figure from her yard swept from the shadows and through the glass of the rear sliding door. A crack of lightning illuminated the figure, standing on the patio, and arm raised indicating that Sarah should follow.
Sarah hesitated. She knew that the mysterious intruder was from the Underground, it was the only explanation. But though she was intrigued, it was the middle of the night and raining on top of it. She shook her head at the dark figure, whose outline billowed just beyond clear sight through the wind and rain. Then her eyes widened though as, by the flash of another bolt of lightening, the figure rose its arm and displayed an amulet.the amulet.
Swallowing hard with recognition, she nodded slowly and motioned to the figure to wait as she bolted up the stairs to get dressed.
~~*~~
Jareth thundered into his throne room. A few drunken goblins lay scattered about here and there, most of them unconscious. Kicking a few back to consciousness, he stormed down the side stairs and threw open a barred double door that opened out onto a lower courtyard. The rain stung his face and he pulled the hood up over his spiky blond locks, all the while searching for the dark figure that had so rudely awakened him. To his frustration, he found nothing.
"This is ridiculous!" he grumbled. As he turned back to the door to go in, the wind rose suddenly, and on it, through the howling, a laughing voice whispered in his ear.
".Jareth.Jareth." It giggled and danced around him tauntingly. He felt his anger rise, and to his own surprise, a twang of nervousness.
"Alright, where are you?" the shouted over the wind. But the voice simply giggled and continued to whisper his name into the night. A sudden sweeping movement caught his eye and he ran out into the darkness after it. He missed the figure, but it turned back to him and he could see, from under the figure's hood, a pair of mismatched eyes gleamed with their own light. Growling with frustration, Jareth rushed after the figure, angered that one of his own was taunting him so. But the laughing figure simply continued to dodge his attacks, drawing him further and further into the night.
~~*~~
"This is insane," Sarah muttered as she closed and locked the back door behind her. Turning about, Sarah searched for the figure, but did not see it. "Great, I get all dressed up for this little and venture and my hallucination is standing me up." She was about to go back inside when a faint whisper reached her ears, seemingly carried on the wind, as it seemed to come from everywhere.
".Sarah.Sarah." There was something familiar in that voice that she couldn't quite place, but as it got louder, she turned. There was the mysterious figure, near the edge of the house. Just as Sarah caught sight of it, it slipped around the corner towards the street.
"Well, wait for me," Sarah demanded into the night. Pulling her hoodie on over her head, she ducked out from under the eaves and followed the shadowy figure around the corner of the house and into the night.
~~*~~
Jareth was exceptionally angry. Even he could admit that he had a short temper, but this was no mere annoyance any longer. This was war. It seemed as though he had been chasing the shadowy figure through the night for hours, and now he was going to catch the little imp and make him pay. He felt its presence somewhere nearby. Spinning about, he found the figure standing not five feet away behind him. The eyes, playful laughter gleaming in their mismatched depths, challenged him to get in a hit.
He lunged. With a sweep of billowing cape, the dark figure stepped easily aside. And Jareth fell, but he didn't hit ground-he kept falling into a dark hole that seemed to have opened up from solid earth. Moments later he impacted the floor of the pit with a thud that knocked the wind out of him.
A sonorous female voice wafted down the shaft to him. "Really, Jareth, you made it far too easy.you must watch that temper, someday your going to get into trouble!" He knew that voice, but he couldn't place it for the life of him. He tried to magic himself out of the hole, but he found a powerful barrier in his way. There was no light in the hole, which bore a disturbing resemblance to an oubliette, but he could feel air circulating slightly, telling him that it was bigger than it felt, but that helped him not at all. A giggle echoed down to him from his captor's lips. "Don't worry, Jareth, you won't have to wait to long." And with that, she was gone.
After yelling a creative combination of invectives at his absent enemy, he sat down on the dusty floor of the hole and prepared to wait. After a moment, something struck him. Why in hell had he followed her, anyway? Yes, he had a temper, and yes, he wanted to beat that teasing figure senseless, but he was no fool. How had he been lured into this trap?
"Fae magic," he growled. It was the only explanation. Grumbling to himself, he groped for a wall, then leaned back against it. If indeed he was imprisoned by a fae whose power rivaled his own, he really had no choice other than to wait and see what it was his captor wanted.
For some reason, as he stared into the darkness, his thoughts drifted to Sarah. He hated thinking of her. It brought out such a mix of emotions in him and he hated letting complicated emotions get in the way of his clear thinking. He hated to admit to himself that he had allowed her to get to him. She angered him, teased him, aroused him, embittered him. It was too much for him. And yet here, in the utter darkness of that pit, all he could think of was her. He began to lose his sense of reality. If you have ever sat in a room devoid of light and sound, you would know what it is to forget what it feels like to see and hear. He imagined he could see her eyes as he did the first time he met her and he felt tears welling in his eyes. With an angry moan, he let his head fall into his hands. "This is gonna be a long night."
~~*~~
Sarah looked up at the dark trees all around her. She was frightened. The shadows seemed alive around her, groping at the edge of her sight, as though if she turned her back on them, they might turn on her and swallow her whole. She had followed the dark, billowing figure through the streets, then down to the park and into the forest nearby. Now she stood before the gaping mouth of a cave deep within the woods and she was terrified. The figure stood not far away, just concealed within the shadows of the cave, and Sarah was surprised she could still see it. There was so little light that there was no real color, just dark, darker and nothingness. She felt lightheaded, as though she had slipped into a dream and was standing on the edge of an abyss, ready to fall.
And then she did. She felt a delicate hand on her shoulder and she stepped into the cave. Farther and farther. She was amazed that she did not stumble. The deeper she walked, the blacker the shadow became, until she was sure she had ceased to exist and her body had melted into the blackness around her. Perhaps this was what it was like to die.
After a moment, she could go no further and she dropped to her knees. The darkness spun around her, and there was no sound. For some reason, out of some depth within her mind she suddenly longed to be held by strong arms. She wanted to feel safe, to look into strong eyes, his eyes, mismatched and full of strength and pride. And love? Had that been a dream too?
In her daze, she thought perhaps she heard a swirling, swishing, billowing sound that seemed to surround her. She couldn't understand that sound, it was beyond her.she had fallen and her senses were in shambles. But somehow she was able to discern one thing when it came. For suddenly and with no warning, there was brilliant white light.
~~*~~
The light had come suddenly, without warning, and in his state, Jareth couldn't discern the source, nor what it was at first that he saw before him. The far wall of the hole in which he sat was not a wall at all. It was like a mirror, for he saw the very cell in which he sat reflected in it. But he was not. Rather, where he should have been, there was another. He stood and approached the reflective wall, as did the other. He stood next to the reflective glass and stared into Sarah's eyes.
She stared back, watching a collage of emotions dance with incomprehension within those strong, proud eyes. She wanted to feel him hold her, to feel safe in his arms, but between them lay a barrier of.of something...something solid and impenetrable. She knew, through the haze in her mind, that he was near, and yet they were impossibly separated.
They turned as one as the dark figure entered from both sides, like mirror images of the same being. It ignored them both and walked to the barrier and caressed it wit a black clad hand. And where that hand touched, a web of cracks formed and spread, dividing into ever-finer segments as the whole wall was engulfed. Without warning, it seemed to burst, the tiny bits of what remained fluttering into the air like glittering gas.
The two dreamers lost one another in the tumult as a faint music rose in the air and grew louder as the glittering mass descended. The walls of the room were white and shimmered. Low-hanging, shimmering chandeliers flirted with silky drapes here and there. Out of the hanging fabric folds drifted dancers, all bedecked in jewels and finery and each sporting an elaborate mask. The two dreamers stood opposite one another.
Jareth felt himself melt as his eyes danced over Sarah's face, encircled by a halo of dark hair shot with silver and decked with silver flowers. Her delicate curves were accentuated by a pure white dress to the hip, where it billowed into a full skirt, as well as at the shoulder. Sarah nearly fainted as she took in the strikingly handsome face of the Goblin King, framed by blue-shot blond hair, a blue, sparkling coat over his strong shoulders. But he would not allow it, for he took her in his arms and they danced.
Over the laugher of the other dancers, familiar words taunted their ears, tugging memories from the depths of where ever they had been hidden and flaunting them haughtily upon their faces for the benefit each other's eyes.
There's such a sad love Deep in your eyes Its like a pale jewel Opened and closed Within your eyes I'll place the sky Within your eyes
From a corner nearby, lady emerged from the folds of the drapes. She was clad in a full length, black Victorian dress that cut off at the shoulders and trimmed with black lace. Her face was hidden beneath an elfish mask and her raven hair was piled atop her head in a tangle of flowing curls.
There's such a fooled heart Beating so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I'll place the moon Within your heart
The lady smiled as she watched the two dreamers twirl to the music, entranced in one another, relishing the confusion and the feeling of being back in one another's arms. What irony, the woman smiled, if they weren't here, buried in their fantasies, they'd be at each others' throats. Such desire out of such rage.
As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you As the world falls down
She smiled as she watched Jareth, his eyes dilated and his senses enhanced, yet confused. Sarah too was lost in a sea of confused bliss, her mind whirling with its center fixed on Jareth's eyes.
I'll paint your mornings of gold I'll spin your valentine evenings Though we're strangers 'till now We're choosing the path Between the stars I'll lay my love Between the stars
Her reverie in the romance of the moment was cut short. She had to be ready, to finish it at the right moment.
As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you As the world falls down
A satisfied smile spread over the lady's lips as Jareth leaned down and brushed Sarah's lips with his in the softest of kisses. When she did not resist, he pulled her close and as their lips contacted, something like electricity lit the air for one passionate second and time seemed to skip a beat. The lady grinned into a shining crystal in her hand before she threw it down hard against the shimmering ballroom floor-and the world went dark.