The White Crow and Black Swan
By: Kill Bill: You know, I've just noticed, but the initials of my penname are the same initials for Kate Beckinsale, hmmm…. That was a pointless thing to say.
Thanks to all who reviewed! I feel so loved! Really, I do! I have three cats and two dogs, I somehow manage to write with just four animals, they like to stay to themselves, but Mindy, the new kit, likes lovin's, lots and lots of lovin's. She demands being pet even when I'm asleep! -_-. Anywho… I'm glad some of you like the no-ship pairing and find that I'm column worthy! YEEPIEE! Okay, I'm on with the story.
Raise the masts you scurvy dogs!
Jareth had noticed Sarah go into a bottomless empty shell persona. This wasn't what he wanted to do to her, bring back memories of her mother and make her feel low, but it was the only way to insure his and his home's survival, to make her go insane. Maybe, he began to think, that I won't have to break her completely. He pondered on it, with half a mind, mind you. One eye was focused on how to go about his plan while the other, with more focus, was watching Sarah's every breath. He tried, and tried to think of a way to put his scheme to work without going to the last resort, the extreme. But alas, he could not for to his sad dismay, he couldn't do two things at once; his entire focus would always find a landing on the young girl before him. He didn't want to try a break her, he wanted her to be her, but he wouldn't survive if she was her. It wasn't an easy decision to make, he liked Sarah, a lot, but he had half the mind to think that it was because of her that he was infatuated with her. Confusing to the readers, yes, but you must wait. After he won, and he will, he thought, he would see if it was her casting the spell, or if it was real.
He shook his head, he didn't want to die, nor did he want to lose his home because of her. "Sarah." He said as he put on his best mocking look, the look he gave Hoggle when Hoggle was saying he gave "the little lady a slip". The knowing smirk in his stoned chiseled face, he took a step forward, closing the distance between him and Sarah's legs. "Sarah." He said again. She didn't even respond to the first time he said her name. He pursed his lips in a mildly annoyed manner and bent down, unclasping his hands from behind his back. He bent down in the same position as he had when he confronted Hoggle in the tunnel, one hand stroking his chin while the other lay carelessly across his knee. Even the expression was the same.
He moved his free hand to tilt Sarah's head a fraction, so that her brown eyes were almost leveled with his own. "Sarah." He said more gently, this time with more success. Sarah's eyes came into focus as she took in the King's face, which wore an expression that said what are you doing. She was about to tell him what she felt, about to confide in him how low she felt at the moment, that she was a horrible child to her mother and didn't deserve her mother's love. If she were to do that, my friends, the story would end here, right now, but we all know Sarah and how she loves to makes things even harder and end up the victor after throttling herself from her own blindness.
She narrowed her eyes; the once blank eyes that turned to sweet and tear filled had turned to hard-core iron. Jareth was, to say the least, taken aback. She wasn't playing along quite as well as he had hoped. Not to worry, he thought, it makes it a worthy war to win. He didn't honestly think she would give up so easily and believe his words "You're a figment for my amusement". He was glad, and most definitely frustrated. She had just kicked the war up a notch. He had to drop the bomb and become the hungry vulture circling the pray.
"I'm real. There's no way I can't be." She whispered in deadly venom filled voice, causing Jareth to drop his gentle hold on her chin. He stood up abruptly and looked down at her with the same mild annoyance, looking at her as if she was nothing more than a mere servant babbling at him. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly; mouth always pursed.
"Well," he began, shifting his eyes to a spot on the floor past Sarah's chair and cocked his head, tugging on his gloves, "If you prefer to fight that way…" He let the sentence hang, and with the pick up on the wind, the two found themselves in the dismembered room that was the beginning of all the chaos. Jareth had changed clothes, again. He now sported the familiar white clothing he had worn before she said the words that meant zilch, except for the cloak that made him look like a very huge bird.
Now, he thought, begins the bombing. With a well-placed wicked grin, he stepped out of the shadows as he had before, and began to meddle with her mind.
Oh, such a set up for a cliffhanger, should I? Oh, I dunno, it's awfully short… but it's awfully tempting. Heh heh heh heh heh, I tink I whillel. Oh, I'm also excited by something else…. I'M GOING TO THE DAVID BOWIE CONCERT!!!!! How cool is that! I couldn't contain it! At the Murat Temple in Indianapolis! WOOHOO! I'm doing a funky jig. I'm so happy I can't move! I'm shaking with happiness! This will be my second concert, sadly, the first was… well, no need to tell you and give you horrible nightmares. Anyway, is anyone else going? Has anyone else gone? I can't wait!
But out of my happy state and my gracious and generous heart, I will tell you a little bit about the fourth chapter. The war is going to the hottest pit of Hell in the speed of light. I think that it will be the second to last chapter, I didn't really intend for this story to be a long winded novel length tale, but I also didn't think it would be past two chapters either, so, maybe it'll be longer. Depends, I suppose, on you lovely readers!