Title: Quenching the Light
Authors: Dark Mage Mistress and Kalasin Summerbreeze
Summary: We don't do summaries. They give away the plot and the ending. This is going to be basically told by cliff-hangers. Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. So don't expect us to ever put a nice happy simple summary. It will not happen.
Characters:
Sarah: An innocent maiden (from the movie people. It's not worth getting into descriptions)
Christian: A young unicorn-hunter who traded protection for her family for Sarah. Very handsome. Very very very handsome.
Jareth: A very hot immortal Goblin King (Again, from the movie people, I'm not getting into descriptions.)
Oberon: Jareth's older brother, king of Avalon, lord of the Fae.
Titania: Oberon's wife, Jareth's sister in law, queen of Avalon, lady of the Fae.
Morgaine: A duchess who is very vain and self concious. Beautiful on the outside, but the inside she's a serpent.
Anton: Morgain's son, a true to the heart man who falls in love with Sarah
Random villagers: People. Who are there. For no apparent reason
The Bartender: What do you think he does? If you can't figure it out, don't read my story.
The wind whipped her hair into her face.
"Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle Beyond the Goblin City, To take back the child that you have stolen For my will is as strong as yours And my kingdom is as great You have no power over me."
The last line had been one she had problems with before she had met him, but he changed that for her. He taught her to stand up for herself against the mocking world. She missed him. Her sweet Jareth. He had given her so much in teachings and he had offered her the world. He was the only one she ever had feelings for, or ever would she told herself. The white barn owl was still perched on the marble grave of her mother. It had been set there in a dedication to all Lynda had done for the community. But Sarah didn't know that Lynda had done one thing that would affect her entire future. She sat for a while, staring into the mismatched eyes of the bird, never once breaking eye contact. It seemed to challenge her in a way.
"I'm sorry Jareth." She muttered to the wind. Standing, she decided to walk home. This time there was no fated wind, no rain that came pouring down on her. Perhaps it was because she had learned her lesson. Or perhaps it was just luck. She'd never know for sure. As she walked, she thought of all she had given up. Her love, a different and better life in the Underground, a chance to stay with her friends. "Well, life is horrible anyway. You , Jareth, are the one that taught me that. All of life is met by death, innocence is corrupted, love is turned into hatred. There will be no end for this world because it is in an unending cycle that has been repeating for millions of years. Why stop now?"
As she walked up to her house, she saw Karen driving away with Toby. Probably going to spoil the poor child even more. She grinned. Walking in, she saw her father was sitting in front of the fireplace with a handsome man that looked like he walked out of a fairy tale. Like a hunter that never met fear. His eyes danced with a deep joy when he saw her. He nodded his head in her direction. She walked into the room, a look of confusion on her face.
"Is this the girl?" Her father nodded. The man stood, and began circling her.
"And you're positive that she's still clean aren't you? I know I put a spell on her, but that only bound her from the mortals of this world, not the fae of another realm. And from what I know she has had dealings with Jareth already. But not that it matters. He wouldn't be able to bed such a beautiful lady. She must've known she was better." Her eyes glowed with anger.
"Excuse me! Jareth is more then worthy of someone like me! Don't insult him in front of me either!"
"A great deal of courage milady. But he didn't bed you did he?" a maidens blush crept over her pale cheeks. He grinned darkly.
"Alright then. You've done your part Robert. Now she has to do hers if your family is to be wiped clean of debt." Sarah stopped watching the man.
"Father you know him? How does he know about Jareth? What do you mean wiped clean of debt?"
"I'm not going to waste the breath to explain everything. Instead you will go with me to the Underground." The man said flatly. He tried to grab her hand, but she pulled it away.
"Who do you think you are? I'm not just an item you can buy or sell or order to leave at will!" He grinned.
"Actually you are. From your birth you have been mine. I protected your family and in return I asked that if a daughter be born to them, that she become mine. So rightfully you are my slave." She cowered against the wall.
"Father! Who is he?" The man laughed.
"Your father won't tell you. It is up to me to tell you anything you need know."
"Your name."
"Christian milady. The hunter of the Underground." He reached for her again, and she still avoided his touch. His eyes were beautiful though. She could see the desire in his eyes, and was immediately frightened. "I'm not going to hurt you Sarah, I'm just going to take you home."
"Is it true? You sold me?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of anger and hurt. Her father looked ashamed. She took that as a yes.
"So what am I going to do? Be a prostitute for you? Sell myself to make your money to pay for the roof over your head and the food on your table?"
"Actually, you will be a form of a prostitute. You will not be touched by any man,-" Immediately her eyes widened at the thought of what was coming next. "or woman." He finished. She sighed in relief. "You are to remain a virgin milady, until such time comes that I set you free, which I assure you will not be soon. You have to earn your freedom."
"That shouldn't be too hard. I'm not that desireable as you can see." He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He turned to Robert.
"Farewell Robert. I will let you have an hour to say goodbye." He kissed her hand.
"No thank you. I'll leave now if it's alright. I don't feel the need to say goodbye to him. He's not my father because fathers don't sell their daughters for protection." He squeezed her hand, and began to lead her out. "Christian, just a second. Robert, tell Toby that sissy loves him." She blinked back the tears that wanted badly to fall. Christian saw them out of the corner of his eye, and resolved not to comfort her. It was too tempting, too inviting. He walked ahead of her, but still held her hand.
"Christian, where are we going?" she said quietly.
"Your mother's grave. It's a teleporter, one that has been kept quiet since it was made." His voice was very flat.
"Is it really so long of a story that I cannot know about it?"
"No, but I would prefer to wait until we are able to get to an inn and fill our plates. Is that alright?" His voice wasn't mocking, and his words were meant in a gentle question, not out of annoyance. She nodded silently. As they walked, they did not talk or make noise, so gradually the tears slid down her face. The ones for Toby, the ones for Jareth, the ones for the family that she thought she had, and the ones for herself for not being loveable. At the park, he finally saw in the streetlight's dim light that she had been crying the whole walk down. He pulled her to him, holding her tightly in an embrace, and with his hand gently smoothed away her tears. He kissed her forehead.
"You're not undesireable Sarah. Believe me. The only reason that you don't have anyone is because as a baby I put a spell on you that made you have no interest in men your age. However I didn't contemplate you would be meeting Jareth before I introduced you." She felt a sense of trust in this man for some reason. She had met him not a half an hour ago and already she felt like she'd known him a lifetime. She kissed his lips softly, and felt his desire grow. He reacted lovingly, but when he attempted to deepen the kiss he pulled away.
"I'm sorry Sarah, I didn't want to force you to kiss me."
"You didn't. I chose to. I liked it though. Why did you stop?" she said, avoiding his eyes. He sighed.
"Because Sarah, you're so beautiful and easily I could seduce you if I so chose. You are so easy to love. I know you think I couldn't, but-"
"On the contrary Christian, I do believe very well that you could. But you wouldn't only because you told me yourself that I am to remain a virgin until you let me go. Perhaps then if you want me you can test your skills." She said sneakily. He chuckled. Very wise young girl indeed. He let his lips invade hers once again, tracing over the lips that would be his again and again, until he let her go into the world a woman, no longer bearing the sweet searing innocence that kept her a maiden. His tongue traced her lip so lightly she thought it not even there. It was the sweetness, the brief comfort it brought them both. It was the chocolate after a long day of work. The spark of energy needed to start a fire. It had begun. Small hot open mouth kisses repeated in a frenzy of passion, lust, and love. But it was too much. Sarah pulled back. Not out of his arms, just from his mouth, and leaned head on his shoulder.
"So why is it exactly that I must remain a virgin for however long it is I must?"
"Because, as a maiden, you are my bait. You see my love, you will attract certain, how shall I put this, magical beings that are worth more dead then alive. That is why I am the hunter." He said, kissing the top of her forehead. His hair was a sun blond, and it was long, like Jareth's, but it was smooth. He had half of it back in a braid, and the rest down. She snuggled her face into the majestic curve of his neck, and sighed into his skin, inhaling his scent.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes Sarah."
"I love you too." He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the tombstone. He tapped it with a finger, and they were in a clearing surrounded by deep forests. He noticed she was half-asleep, and kissed her neck softly.
"Sleep well love." He carried her to a black stallion, he gently stood her on her feet for a moment, mounted, then pulled her up in front of him. She curled up against his warm body and fell asleep. They began riding from the clearing quickly, for Christian didn't want her to see what lay in the clearing. A dead unicorn.
Authors: Dark Mage Mistress and Kalasin Summerbreeze
Summary: We don't do summaries. They give away the plot and the ending. This is going to be basically told by cliff-hangers. Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. So don't expect us to ever put a nice happy simple summary. It will not happen.
Characters:
Sarah: An innocent maiden (from the movie people. It's not worth getting into descriptions)
Christian: A young unicorn-hunter who traded protection for her family for Sarah. Very handsome. Very very very handsome.
Jareth: A very hot immortal Goblin King (Again, from the movie people, I'm not getting into descriptions.)
Oberon: Jareth's older brother, king of Avalon, lord of the Fae.
Titania: Oberon's wife, Jareth's sister in law, queen of Avalon, lady of the Fae.
Morgaine: A duchess who is very vain and self concious. Beautiful on the outside, but the inside she's a serpent.
Anton: Morgain's son, a true to the heart man who falls in love with Sarah
Random villagers: People. Who are there. For no apparent reason
The Bartender: What do you think he does? If you can't figure it out, don't read my story.
The wind whipped her hair into her face.
"Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle Beyond the Goblin City, To take back the child that you have stolen For my will is as strong as yours And my kingdom is as great You have no power over me."
The last line had been one she had problems with before she had met him, but he changed that for her. He taught her to stand up for herself against the mocking world. She missed him. Her sweet Jareth. He had given her so much in teachings and he had offered her the world. He was the only one she ever had feelings for, or ever would she told herself. The white barn owl was still perched on the marble grave of her mother. It had been set there in a dedication to all Lynda had done for the community. But Sarah didn't know that Lynda had done one thing that would affect her entire future. She sat for a while, staring into the mismatched eyes of the bird, never once breaking eye contact. It seemed to challenge her in a way.
"I'm sorry Jareth." She muttered to the wind. Standing, she decided to walk home. This time there was no fated wind, no rain that came pouring down on her. Perhaps it was because she had learned her lesson. Or perhaps it was just luck. She'd never know for sure. As she walked, she thought of all she had given up. Her love, a different and better life in the Underground, a chance to stay with her friends. "Well, life is horrible anyway. You , Jareth, are the one that taught me that. All of life is met by death, innocence is corrupted, love is turned into hatred. There will be no end for this world because it is in an unending cycle that has been repeating for millions of years. Why stop now?"
As she walked up to her house, she saw Karen driving away with Toby. Probably going to spoil the poor child even more. She grinned. Walking in, she saw her father was sitting in front of the fireplace with a handsome man that looked like he walked out of a fairy tale. Like a hunter that never met fear. His eyes danced with a deep joy when he saw her. He nodded his head in her direction. She walked into the room, a look of confusion on her face.
"Is this the girl?" Her father nodded. The man stood, and began circling her.
"And you're positive that she's still clean aren't you? I know I put a spell on her, but that only bound her from the mortals of this world, not the fae of another realm. And from what I know she has had dealings with Jareth already. But not that it matters. He wouldn't be able to bed such a beautiful lady. She must've known she was better." Her eyes glowed with anger.
"Excuse me! Jareth is more then worthy of someone like me! Don't insult him in front of me either!"
"A great deal of courage milady. But he didn't bed you did he?" a maidens blush crept over her pale cheeks. He grinned darkly.
"Alright then. You've done your part Robert. Now she has to do hers if your family is to be wiped clean of debt." Sarah stopped watching the man.
"Father you know him? How does he know about Jareth? What do you mean wiped clean of debt?"
"I'm not going to waste the breath to explain everything. Instead you will go with me to the Underground." The man said flatly. He tried to grab her hand, but she pulled it away.
"Who do you think you are? I'm not just an item you can buy or sell or order to leave at will!" He grinned.
"Actually you are. From your birth you have been mine. I protected your family and in return I asked that if a daughter be born to them, that she become mine. So rightfully you are my slave." She cowered against the wall.
"Father! Who is he?" The man laughed.
"Your father won't tell you. It is up to me to tell you anything you need know."
"Your name."
"Christian milady. The hunter of the Underground." He reached for her again, and she still avoided his touch. His eyes were beautiful though. She could see the desire in his eyes, and was immediately frightened. "I'm not going to hurt you Sarah, I'm just going to take you home."
"Is it true? You sold me?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of anger and hurt. Her father looked ashamed. She took that as a yes.
"So what am I going to do? Be a prostitute for you? Sell myself to make your money to pay for the roof over your head and the food on your table?"
"Actually, you will be a form of a prostitute. You will not be touched by any man,-" Immediately her eyes widened at the thought of what was coming next. "or woman." He finished. She sighed in relief. "You are to remain a virgin milady, until such time comes that I set you free, which I assure you will not be soon. You have to earn your freedom."
"That shouldn't be too hard. I'm not that desireable as you can see." He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He turned to Robert.
"Farewell Robert. I will let you have an hour to say goodbye." He kissed her hand.
"No thank you. I'll leave now if it's alright. I don't feel the need to say goodbye to him. He's not my father because fathers don't sell their daughters for protection." He squeezed her hand, and began to lead her out. "Christian, just a second. Robert, tell Toby that sissy loves him." She blinked back the tears that wanted badly to fall. Christian saw them out of the corner of his eye, and resolved not to comfort her. It was too tempting, too inviting. He walked ahead of her, but still held her hand.
"Christian, where are we going?" she said quietly.
"Your mother's grave. It's a teleporter, one that has been kept quiet since it was made." His voice was very flat.
"Is it really so long of a story that I cannot know about it?"
"No, but I would prefer to wait until we are able to get to an inn and fill our plates. Is that alright?" His voice wasn't mocking, and his words were meant in a gentle question, not out of annoyance. She nodded silently. As they walked, they did not talk or make noise, so gradually the tears slid down her face. The ones for Toby, the ones for Jareth, the ones for the family that she thought she had, and the ones for herself for not being loveable. At the park, he finally saw in the streetlight's dim light that she had been crying the whole walk down. He pulled her to him, holding her tightly in an embrace, and with his hand gently smoothed away her tears. He kissed her forehead.
"You're not undesireable Sarah. Believe me. The only reason that you don't have anyone is because as a baby I put a spell on you that made you have no interest in men your age. However I didn't contemplate you would be meeting Jareth before I introduced you." She felt a sense of trust in this man for some reason. She had met him not a half an hour ago and already she felt like she'd known him a lifetime. She kissed his lips softly, and felt his desire grow. He reacted lovingly, but when he attempted to deepen the kiss he pulled away.
"I'm sorry Sarah, I didn't want to force you to kiss me."
"You didn't. I chose to. I liked it though. Why did you stop?" she said, avoiding his eyes. He sighed.
"Because Sarah, you're so beautiful and easily I could seduce you if I so chose. You are so easy to love. I know you think I couldn't, but-"
"On the contrary Christian, I do believe very well that you could. But you wouldn't only because you told me yourself that I am to remain a virgin until you let me go. Perhaps then if you want me you can test your skills." She said sneakily. He chuckled. Very wise young girl indeed. He let his lips invade hers once again, tracing over the lips that would be his again and again, until he let her go into the world a woman, no longer bearing the sweet searing innocence that kept her a maiden. His tongue traced her lip so lightly she thought it not even there. It was the sweetness, the brief comfort it brought them both. It was the chocolate after a long day of work. The spark of energy needed to start a fire. It had begun. Small hot open mouth kisses repeated in a frenzy of passion, lust, and love. But it was too much. Sarah pulled back. Not out of his arms, just from his mouth, and leaned head on his shoulder.
"So why is it exactly that I must remain a virgin for however long it is I must?"
"Because, as a maiden, you are my bait. You see my love, you will attract certain, how shall I put this, magical beings that are worth more dead then alive. That is why I am the hunter." He said, kissing the top of her forehead. His hair was a sun blond, and it was long, like Jareth's, but it was smooth. He had half of it back in a braid, and the rest down. She snuggled her face into the majestic curve of his neck, and sighed into his skin, inhaling his scent.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes Sarah."
"I love you too." He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the tombstone. He tapped it with a finger, and they were in a clearing surrounded by deep forests. He noticed she was half-asleep, and kissed her neck softly.
"Sleep well love." He carried her to a black stallion, he gently stood her on her feet for a moment, mounted, then pulled her up in front of him. She curled up against his warm body and fell asleep. They began riding from the clearing quickly, for Christian didn't want her to see what lay in the clearing. A dead unicorn.