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Author's note- Dude... It's 7:35 AM... I haven't slept all night. It's my month late birthday party, one friend is snoring on my bed, and the other friend has crashed on the remnents of what was going to be a place to sleep and on food. I have been drinking, I chugged a two liter bottle of Vanilla Coke all by myself, and got coke spilled all over my back on the way downstairs. I'm not even sure why I'm still awake, writing the second chapter to a fanfic no less, but I'm under the influence, and I'm actually pulling it off, so I deserve a gold medal or something. And that was just the longest author's note I've ever written. Isn't that sad? Anyway, I am in no way to be held responsible for the things I type here. Blame my father for leaving alcohol around when there are three teenaged girls in the house. And I'm the only one still awake. If you aren't scared, then no evil thing could ever make you twitch. Now, enough of my ramblings and drunkenness.... onto the ficcer!!!!
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"So warm..." thought Sarah before she opened her eyes. It felt just like waking up at home in her own bed. Except... it was so comfortable. The bed itself was warm and smooth, like laying on a cloud on a warm summer's day. Sarah didn't want to move, but she slowly opened her eyes, and was a bit more shocked than in the moments before.
Her body shot up, and deep brown eyes surveyed the room frightendly.
She was laying in a huge cannopy bed, with silken black sheets and black shining curtains made of velvet, tied to the posts so she could glance around the room.
The walls were made of stone, and had a feeling of age, yet invitingness. And yet, Sarah was still afraid to move.
All around were different crystals, some clear and others black, while there was a fireplace in the corner which, oddly enough, had black fire in it.
Sarah's eyes mused over that for a while, until they came to a sleeping figure, slumped on a black chair of velvet, seemingly comfy enough.
It was Jareth, still dressed in all his majesty, seemingly having stayed by Sarah's side.
One part of her wanted to wake him up and yell at him for bringing her here, while the other wanted to thank him for saving her. Truth was, she didn't really think he would come, nor remembered him doing so. But how else would she have ended up in this all too familliar castle?
She looked over at the night table and saw what looked like ancient remmedies for pains. And it was then that the back of her head surged in pain.
"Ahh..." she said, taking hold of it, bringing her head to her knees and closing her eyes in pain.
After a moment, the pain eased up and she brought her head back up to look at the sleeping Jareth. And then she looked down to see that the only thing keeping her dignity was the silk sheets on her body.
True, she had a nightgown. A see-through black one.
"You dirty bastard..." she muttered, touching it gently before she heard a familliar voice.
"Ahh, you're awake." said a Jareth who hadn't quite managed his cold, bitter voice yet. And he obviously wasn't a morning person. Groggy was written on his forehead.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." she said, trying to sound smooth but nearly slapping herself for her failure with words.
Jareth managed an evily smooth chuckle and looked her over. "Admiring the outfit that I so kindly let you borrow?"
Sarah glared at him. "I wish you'd given me something a little more dignifying."
Jareth laughed and shook his head. "Sorry, but usually the women who stay here don't have a problem with showing me all they've got. Usually I've seen it before."
Sarah looked away from him. So, he had girlfriends.... and they had worn this...
Suddenly she felt completely discusting. She was dressed like one of Jareth's one night stands.
Jareth, seeing what she was thinking in her eyes, simply smirked. "Don't worry, after dressing you, there's not much to hide."
It took Sarah a moment to understand what he was saying, but when she did... boy was there an uproar.
"You WHAT!?" she asked, shocked and violated at the same time.
"I couldn't very well let you sleep in your work clothes."
"You sick pervert! You probably malested me!!!"
"I'd never dream of it. You were completely unconcious. No fun in that."
But Sarah completely ignored his last comment. "I hope you know that I have a fiance to go home to!"
Jareth let a wicked grin play across his lips, and Sarah knew what was coming. "Then why did you call for me instead of him?"
Sarah was at a loss for words. Sure, Jacob couldn't have done jack shit compared to Jareth, but it would have been more practical. Honestly, who calls out to the guy who stole their little brother, put them through hell, and almost killed them, for help, instead of the one they're going to marry?
Apparently Sarah Williams, because she did the night before.
Jareth shook his head.
"I save your life, I let you sleep in my bed, I give you a nice sleeping gown, and you repay me by calling me a pervert. You know Sarah, after so long... you're still a spoiled, selfish little brat. Didn't you learn anything here?"
"Only that you're scum and goblins are stupid!"
"Come now, don't you miss your little friends? Or have you forgotten?..."
Sarah paused, remembering the last time she's seen them.
"You called them pretty often for a while there. Then slowly, the times became fewer and farther between. And then, they stopped altogether. Immagine how they must feel."
Sarah looked away. She was back, and they were here somewhere. But she was sure they'd all long forgotten her. And she felt horrible. But with boyfriends and now a fiance, she couldn't very well go around having fireys and fox-dogs running around the house now could she?
But that didn't stop the guilt dwelling in her heart. No, it was still there, roaming freely.
Cruel laughter disrupted her thoughts.
"I hate you, Jareth."
"Then don't call on me to be your hero."
"Why did you save me anyway?"
"..... You will know soon enough. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in an hour. Breakfast will ber served. There are dresses in the closet to your right and a bathroom through the door to your left."
And with that, the goblin king left the room, leaving a rather confused Sarah behind, to soak in the happenings of the past few minutes.
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Author's note- Aaaand I've sobered up! Excuse the shortness of the chapter... I already gave you the reasons. ^_^V Anyways, thanks for all the great reviews! And remember, any who read and do not review shall die slowly and painfully. (I own a supercomputer robot assasin.... do not mess with me!!! ((And DON'T ask how I got one. XD)))
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Author's note- Dude... It's 7:35 AM... I haven't slept all night. It's my month late birthday party, one friend is snoring on my bed, and the other friend has crashed on the remnents of what was going to be a place to sleep and on food. I have been drinking, I chugged a two liter bottle of Vanilla Coke all by myself, and got coke spilled all over my back on the way downstairs. I'm not even sure why I'm still awake, writing the second chapter to a fanfic no less, but I'm under the influence, and I'm actually pulling it off, so I deserve a gold medal or something. And that was just the longest author's note I've ever written. Isn't that sad? Anyway, I am in no way to be held responsible for the things I type here. Blame my father for leaving alcohol around when there are three teenaged girls in the house. And I'm the only one still awake. If you aren't scared, then no evil thing could ever make you twitch. Now, enough of my ramblings and drunkenness.... onto the ficcer!!!!
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"So warm..." thought Sarah before she opened her eyes. It felt just like waking up at home in her own bed. Except... it was so comfortable. The bed itself was warm and smooth, like laying on a cloud on a warm summer's day. Sarah didn't want to move, but she slowly opened her eyes, and was a bit more shocked than in the moments before.
Her body shot up, and deep brown eyes surveyed the room frightendly.
She was laying in a huge cannopy bed, with silken black sheets and black shining curtains made of velvet, tied to the posts so she could glance around the room.
The walls were made of stone, and had a feeling of age, yet invitingness. And yet, Sarah was still afraid to move.
All around were different crystals, some clear and others black, while there was a fireplace in the corner which, oddly enough, had black fire in it.
Sarah's eyes mused over that for a while, until they came to a sleeping figure, slumped on a black chair of velvet, seemingly comfy enough.
It was Jareth, still dressed in all his majesty, seemingly having stayed by Sarah's side.
One part of her wanted to wake him up and yell at him for bringing her here, while the other wanted to thank him for saving her. Truth was, she didn't really think he would come, nor remembered him doing so. But how else would she have ended up in this all too familliar castle?
She looked over at the night table and saw what looked like ancient remmedies for pains. And it was then that the back of her head surged in pain.
"Ahh..." she said, taking hold of it, bringing her head to her knees and closing her eyes in pain.
After a moment, the pain eased up and she brought her head back up to look at the sleeping Jareth. And then she looked down to see that the only thing keeping her dignity was the silk sheets on her body.
True, she had a nightgown. A see-through black one.
"You dirty bastard..." she muttered, touching it gently before she heard a familliar voice.
"Ahh, you're awake." said a Jareth who hadn't quite managed his cold, bitter voice yet. And he obviously wasn't a morning person. Groggy was written on his forehead.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." she said, trying to sound smooth but nearly slapping herself for her failure with words.
Jareth managed an evily smooth chuckle and looked her over. "Admiring the outfit that I so kindly let you borrow?"
Sarah glared at him. "I wish you'd given me something a little more dignifying."
Jareth laughed and shook his head. "Sorry, but usually the women who stay here don't have a problem with showing me all they've got. Usually I've seen it before."
Sarah looked away from him. So, he had girlfriends.... and they had worn this...
Suddenly she felt completely discusting. She was dressed like one of Jareth's one night stands.
Jareth, seeing what she was thinking in her eyes, simply smirked. "Don't worry, after dressing you, there's not much to hide."
It took Sarah a moment to understand what he was saying, but when she did... boy was there an uproar.
"You WHAT!?" she asked, shocked and violated at the same time.
"I couldn't very well let you sleep in your work clothes."
"You sick pervert! You probably malested me!!!"
"I'd never dream of it. You were completely unconcious. No fun in that."
But Sarah completely ignored his last comment. "I hope you know that I have a fiance to go home to!"
Jareth let a wicked grin play across his lips, and Sarah knew what was coming. "Then why did you call for me instead of him?"
Sarah was at a loss for words. Sure, Jacob couldn't have done jack shit compared to Jareth, but it would have been more practical. Honestly, who calls out to the guy who stole their little brother, put them through hell, and almost killed them, for help, instead of the one they're going to marry?
Apparently Sarah Williams, because she did the night before.
Jareth shook his head.
"I save your life, I let you sleep in my bed, I give you a nice sleeping gown, and you repay me by calling me a pervert. You know Sarah, after so long... you're still a spoiled, selfish little brat. Didn't you learn anything here?"
"Only that you're scum and goblins are stupid!"
"Come now, don't you miss your little friends? Or have you forgotten?..."
Sarah paused, remembering the last time she's seen them.
"You called them pretty often for a while there. Then slowly, the times became fewer and farther between. And then, they stopped altogether. Immagine how they must feel."
Sarah looked away. She was back, and they were here somewhere. But she was sure they'd all long forgotten her. And she felt horrible. But with boyfriends and now a fiance, she couldn't very well go around having fireys and fox-dogs running around the house now could she?
But that didn't stop the guilt dwelling in her heart. No, it was still there, roaming freely.
Cruel laughter disrupted her thoughts.
"I hate you, Jareth."
"Then don't call on me to be your hero."
"Why did you save me anyway?"
"..... You will know soon enough. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in an hour. Breakfast will ber served. There are dresses in the closet to your right and a bathroom through the door to your left."
And with that, the goblin king left the room, leaving a rather confused Sarah behind, to soak in the happenings of the past few minutes.
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Author's note- Aaaand I've sobered up! Excuse the shortness of the chapter... I already gave you the reasons. ^_^V Anyways, thanks for all the great reviews! And remember, any who read and do not review shall die slowly and painfully. (I own a supercomputer robot assasin.... do not mess with me!!! ((And DON'T ask how I got one. XD)))
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