Chapter Six: Complications
"Keep true, never be ashamed of doing right; decide on what you think is right and stick to it." ~ George Eliot
Warmth, comfort, and love was surrounding her. There were three things she had been missing for a long time. Sarah sighed contently, opening her eyes slowly. Was Jason finally going to be good to her? She bit back a gasp when she saw where she was…and who she was with. Jareth laid by her side, his arms wrapped around her.
She scanned his firm chest. He was built. Underneath all those aristocratic clothes, he was a very strong man. She could start to see the fine lines of muscles hidden behind the cloth. A smile formed on her lips as she tilted her head to get a better look. She didn't notice his eyes open as her face got extremely close to his own.
As she was inspecting him, the flash of metal caught her eye. A large pendant was hanging loosely around his neck almost concealed by his white undershirt. It was very beautiful with a jewel and abstract design. It fit him perfectly.
"See something you like?" His voice startled her. She jumped a bit, but his arms held tight against her, pulling her closer to his chest. Sarah's eyes softened as he whispered a song against her collarbone.
"I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry. What could I do? My baby's love had gone, and left my baby blue. Nobody knew….," he trailed off, kissing her lips gently.
Sarah looked up at him as she pulled back, searching for his intentions. He was just lying there, smiling as all innocence could smile. Something inside her woke up. Forgetting all about her problems of the past, she slid her hands behind his head, bringing him down for another kiss.
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Jamylia knew this part of the forest well. She was going to lose Jason in this area. The Fireys may have been a weird bunch, but they were fair. Besides, she knew that Charnee would take good care of her. Being a pixie had its advantages where she was concerned, such as the fact no creature would harm her kind, at least that was how it was suppose to be. Obviously this Jason person had not got the memo.
Just as they passed an overly large bush of deep green, she noticed an unnatural shade of red and orange out of the corner of her eye. Charnee and his buddies were near, closer than she had first assumed. She grinned, moving a bit away from Jason.
His fist had lost its strong hold on her awhile ago, but she had been afraid to make any sudden movements. If she wasn't careful, he'd close his fist over her again. She'd be lucky if he didn't squash her in the process.
"Charnee," she whispered. The bush rustled a bit, but Jason, being the daft human he was, didn't notice. Slowly, a pair of eyes came out on the tips of fingers. "Charnee, enough fooling around," she snapped. The eyes disappeared a full head popping out instead. "That's better," she commented, her tiny arms crossed in front of her chest.
"Hey toots," he grinned, eyeing her up.
Jamylia growled, but forced herself to bit her tongue. She needed his help. Though he was an old friend, Charnee didn't exactly always understand where she was coming from. He had a tiny problem with his manners. Checking to see if Jason was watching her, she flew a bit closer to the Firey.
"I'm being help captive by that brute," she hissed, pointing a small finger over her shoulder at where the mortal was presently looking for a way out of the forest.
"Nah, you don't say," Charnee chuckled.
"Charnee," she hissed in warning. "Get me out of here."
"No problem, babe," he saluted her before submerging under the bush. "Let's go boys."
She smiled, slightly more relaxed. Let the games begin, she thought as she slipped back into Jason's hand, acting as if she had never left. She had a faint idea of what Charnee and the others would do to this mortal. If he wasn't thrown into a massive shock by what went on, he was sure to get upset when they decapitated him.
The trees grew quiet and she could feel the mortal tense. He looked around, searching for something that would give away his predator. Nothing came. He pressed on, until a twig snapped. Jamylia had to bite her lips to keep from laughing. His expression was of stark raving fear. His eyes were wide. After seeing Jareth, King of the Goblins and Lord of these lands, she assumed he was quite fearful of what lie in Jareth's forests.
A flash of brilliant orange, then the swishing sound of vibrant red came just before the play attack of the Fireys. The fairy could feel their mischievous moves before the motions happened. She turned to her left, seeing the first one strike, a Firey by the name of Marsden. He gave her a quick wink before he tapped Jason on the back.
The mortal spun around, seeing nothing. "What is going on?" he demanded, his fist tightening around Jamylia. She squeaked, unable to breathe.
Marsden and Charnee looked at one another from where they were hiding between two large tree trunks. Nodding, they both advanced. With one great bounding leap, they both hopped onto opposite shoulder blades, before disappearing back into the lush green of the trees.
Jason stopped walking, loosening his hold on the fairy in fear. His eyes were wider, if that was possible and beads of sweat were starting to freckle his brow. "Fairy!" he shouted, shaking her frail body in his hand. "You know something. What is going on here? What is happening?"
"An evil wretch, such as yourself, should never had had the chance of meeting Sarah," she snapped, losing her patience with him. "I have seen into your eyes. Don't think that I'm this size without purpose. My powers are great and if I were as large a creature as you, I could complete the destruction of this world with one breath. For you, mortal, the end is going to be long and painful. I promise that."
"WHAT!" He hollered, glaring at her with anger. "You bitch! Give me back my wife! Tell me where that damned king is! What has that bastard done to my wife! Tell me! Tell me now!" As he shouted down at her, his fist got tighter and tighter around her. "I'll kill you. You pathetic little bitch. I don't care how mighty you are, I can still squash you like the bug you are!"
"Excuse me," someone from behind him said, tapping Jason on the shoulder.
"WHAT?" he growled, turning around. No one was there. "What the hell?" he muttered quietly.
Jamylia looked up at him from where she was presently being crushed. "Hurry, Charnee," she whispered. Her body was aching from all over. She thought she was going to die soon if she couldn't get any more air in her tiny lungs. Her skin felt as if any moment it would rip and she'd decompose into the ground beneath her.
Just at that moment, the pressure lifted off of her. She found herself inside a furry paw. Charnee was grinning broadly down at her, telling her she was going to be okay. She looked around, startled to see that Jason had been tackled to the ground by over two dozen Fireys. She had known there was a great deal of them, but she didn't know that Charnee's tribe was so large.
Usually, Fireys, being the mischievous creatures that they were, couldn't stand to have more than ten in their tribe. Having over two dozen was like some kind of record. She made a mental note to ask him about that later….when he was done destroying Jason.
However, as he began to carry her away, she heard the most painful howling ever. The agony of the cry made her force her palms down against her ears to block out the noise. What in all the hells was going on?
"No," she whispered, too shocked for words. "It can't be."
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Sarah had been asleep for only a matter of minutes when a loud, rude knock came from the door of her room. Motioning for her to stay where she was, Jareth got up, walking across the floor to answer it.
"How many times do I have to tell you idiots to leave me alone?" he hissed, when he opened the door.
Skittish as an dwarf would have been in his position, Hoggle started to play with his bracelet. A wonderful girl by the name of Sarah Williams had given it to him years ago. It had been so long since he had seen her. He wondered how she was doing.
"I'm er…sorry yer Majesty, but you see, you asked to be delievered a report on-,"
"HOGGLE!" Sarah cried happily, leaping out of bed and rushing over to hug him. "It's so good to see you!"
Surprised, the dwarf could only hug her back.
At first, Jareth glared down at them, too jealous to acknowledge anything, then his cold expression warmed. It had been far too long since Sarah's inner light had been shed on his dark world. Perhaps it did some good to his subjects to see her, to see the woman who had proved him wrong and beaten him.
"Higgle," he interrupted politely.
"Hoggle," the dwarf and Sarah corrected in unison out of habit.
"Yes," Jareth nodded, a bit annoyed. "What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Oh," the dwarf's face darkened, and Sarah pulled away. "You might wanna make the little lady go back to her er room, yer Highness," he suggested, backing up from Sarah.
"What? Why can't I know?" she asked, looking hurt.
"Sarah," Jareth said, calmly pushing her into her room. He shut the door and turned back to the dwarf. "How far?"
"He just left the Firey's forest," Hoggle paused, waiting for Jareth to explode, instead the Goblin King motioned for him to go on. "He's gained some allies in the process."
"Who?" Jareth asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"Ludo…and Sir Didymus."
"WHAT!"
A/N: Dun, dun, dun, DAH! Cliffhanger like I'm so fond of putting in my stories, and so good at making my reviewers wait for more. Hehe, Cliffhanger, how I love thee. ~Nev
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