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.)
*Terenduin: A very very nice piece of eye candy. He is the gate keeper of Eron, the small city where the first few chapters take place. He is a kinsman of Christian,(cousin), and very easily attracts Sarah. (attracts people, NOT Love, just...lust...yes..lust..)
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: Morgaine's son, a true to the heart man who falls in love with Sarah
Random villagers: People. Who are there. For no apparent reason
*Young Fae girl: A homeless, penniless child who begs Sarah for money, attacks her, and basically attempts to kill her. She begins as immortal, but Christian's attack turns her mortal.
The Bartender: What do you think he does? If you can't figure it out, don't read my story.
Chapter 3: Unexpected plans
"We're here."
"I noticed that Christian." She said as they approached the gate. Christian dismounted and tapped lightly on the wooden door in the center. A young man opened a small window, eye level to Christian. His eyes softened and he opened the door quickly. Her jaw dropped as he stepped through the open door. A definite piece of eye candy, tan, sleek, soulful eyes. He had shaggy black hair and a light beard beginning to grow. Through his bleach white shirt she could see muscles bulge in several areas. She heard them talk but did not hear a word. All she could think about is what it'd be like to be held in those arms.
"Sarah?" Her eyes darted to Christian, who had a knowing look on his face. Worry buried deep into his brow. She smiled sweetly and gracefully slid to her feet. She took his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly.
"Yes my love?" She knew that calling him that would comfort him to an extent, but there was no doubting the desire in her eyes. The stranger caught her eyes attention. He probably had expected her to be weak, look away and blush.
"This is my kinsman Terenduin." She followed her old custom of offering her hand. (for a handshake, not for the whole princess thing.) He took it, and lifted it to his mouth with such tenderness that one would think it were a rose petal, that if not handled with utmost care, it would most certainly crumble. His lips were warm velvet to her marble-cold flesh. She felt odd at the feeling of deprivation when he let it go. He had yet to break eye contact with her. He knew, she was sure of it. He knew her wants, her passions. The silence was broken by Christian.
"Let's go Sarah. We will talk later Terenduin." He said. Terenduin nodded and bowing slightly, moved aside for them to pass.
"As will we Sarah." She turned around sharply, but found the door closed and Terenduin nowhere to be seen. She turned, and quickly caught up to Christian. He said nothing, but the tension was apparent. She let the silence linger, fearing his anger. The streets were bare save a few scattered people. By their appearance, one could tell they lived on the streets. A young, filthy girl ran up to her and grabbed her arm. She was crying, and Sarah looked to Christian, who was oblivious to her.
"Please mam!" she whimpered, pulling Sarah's arm. Sarah tried to break free and follow Christian, but the girls grip was one of steel. "A coin or two I beg! I haven't eaten in days, and my brothers slipping away!"
"I don't have any money, I'm sorry."
"Please, just a silver coin!" she anxiously began searching Sarah for a hidden change purse. She knocked Sarah over into the dirt road and kept searching. "Please miss!" When Sarah didn't answer, she closed her hands around Sarah's throat, acting strictly on impulse.
"Christian!" she cried out, just as the girl's hands tightened. Tears of pity ran their course down her cheeks. Christian turned, saw what was happening, and began running towards the girl. He drew a dagger and held it harshly against her neck. She screamed in outrage as the iron burned her skin. He didn't pull it further to break it, just burned.
"Let her go!" he spat, drawing the dagger a bit further into the child's skin. " Or I'll leave you so mutilated and writhing in pain that you will wish I had just killed you!" she released Sarah's neck. " I should kill you for an attack on my lady, but instead I will just leave you helpless to the world." Sarah backed away from the child as quickly as possible. The girl was growing angrier by the minute that her plan had so quickly failed. She tried to knock the dagger from his hand. He nicked a long cut in her cheek and she screamed as the iron blended into her blood. She was changing. Her golden eyes were turning a deep amber, her Sunlit locks, a deep black. The iron began running it's course through her body, and though no other physical changes occurred, it was obvious she had lost her magic. He looked at her indifferently. He stood and sheathed the weapon. The girl stared up at him in horror. He turned and helped Sarah to her feet. He carried her ot the horse, leaving the child in the dust.
"What did I do to provoke her? Why was it me? What did I do?" she said quietly. It was directed mainly towards herself, but Christian answered anyway.
"Sarah, it's not your fault. There will always be poverty no matter where you go."
"But I-"
"did nothing." He set her up, then noticed that the stragglers were still watching him. "There's nothing to look at! Go!" Guiltily they averted their eyes. He continued on, leading the stallion. She wiped her tearstained face clean.
"Christian?"
"Yes Sarah?"
"Are you angry with me?" He sighed.
"No." he stopped in front of a large stone tavern called the Shamrock. She heard yelling from inside. He once again helped her down, and held her close in his arms. "Now, whatever you do, don't look into their eyes. You did that with Terenduin. Big mistake. Don't do it again." She nodded, and he took her hand, symbolically saying that he forgave her. She grinned and caught his lips with hers, then withdrew. They walked in together, and most of the drunken eyes drifted to her. Rolling his eyes, he urged her to follow him. They weaved through tables and people until they reached a thin wooden staircase. He insisted that she go ahead of him. She climbed as quickly as possible, and heard him right behind her. At the top there was a narrow hallway with doors. There were five, two on the left, two on the right, and one down at the far end.
"Christian, which one?"
"The end." She opened it and walked into a cozy looking room. An oak bed was against he walk with two side tables, one on each side. A large window crossed the left wall, and a fireplace adorned the right. A few chairs were in front of the fireplace. Under the window there was a cushioned window seat. An old fashioned dresser with an intricately carved mirror hung above it.
"It's perfect." She laid down on the bed contently. He smiled and sat in one of the chairs. She watched him closely. "Aren't you tired Christian?"
"A little, but I can't leave you unprotected." She got up walked to the door and bolted it then slid the lock into place.
"Sleep." She requested. He hugged her, and with a quick kiss on her forehead, he did as she asked. He looked so peaceful. Quietly, she slipped to the window and sat down. Putting a pillow behind her, she leaned back and looked out into her new current home. It was so much to take in. her mind wandered to Toby. How was he? Would he even remember her? Of course not, with Karen there. She had saved him for nothing. She could have had Jareth as her own instead of killing a part of herself by refusing him. She wondered where she'd be right now if she'd accepted his love. Did he really love her the way he said he did? She'd never know now.
"I'm sorry Jareth." She whispered quietly.
"For what Sarah?" Her eyes widened. Only one person had that exact voice.
"Jareth?"
Well, maybe it is, maybe it isn't. You'll just have to wait till another time when I am able to type. I'll have another chapter written tomorrow, but I probably won't have time to type it. BYE
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.)
*Terenduin: A very very nice piece of eye candy. He is the gate keeper of Eron, the small city where the first few chapters take place. He is a kinsman of Christian,(cousin), and very easily attracts Sarah. (attracts people, NOT Love, just...lust...yes..lust..)
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: Morgaine's son, a true to the heart man who falls in love with Sarah
Random villagers: People. Who are there. For no apparent reason
*Young Fae girl: A homeless, penniless child who begs Sarah for money, attacks her, and basically attempts to kill her. She begins as immortal, but Christian's attack turns her mortal.
The Bartender: What do you think he does? If you can't figure it out, don't read my story.
Chapter 3: Unexpected plans
"We're here."
"I noticed that Christian." She said as they approached the gate. Christian dismounted and tapped lightly on the wooden door in the center. A young man opened a small window, eye level to Christian. His eyes softened and he opened the door quickly. Her jaw dropped as he stepped through the open door. A definite piece of eye candy, tan, sleek, soulful eyes. He had shaggy black hair and a light beard beginning to grow. Through his bleach white shirt she could see muscles bulge in several areas. She heard them talk but did not hear a word. All she could think about is what it'd be like to be held in those arms.
"Sarah?" Her eyes darted to Christian, who had a knowing look on his face. Worry buried deep into his brow. She smiled sweetly and gracefully slid to her feet. She took his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly.
"Yes my love?" She knew that calling him that would comfort him to an extent, but there was no doubting the desire in her eyes. The stranger caught her eyes attention. He probably had expected her to be weak, look away and blush.
"This is my kinsman Terenduin." She followed her old custom of offering her hand. (for a handshake, not for the whole princess thing.) He took it, and lifted it to his mouth with such tenderness that one would think it were a rose petal, that if not handled with utmost care, it would most certainly crumble. His lips were warm velvet to her marble-cold flesh. She felt odd at the feeling of deprivation when he let it go. He had yet to break eye contact with her. He knew, she was sure of it. He knew her wants, her passions. The silence was broken by Christian.
"Let's go Sarah. We will talk later Terenduin." He said. Terenduin nodded and bowing slightly, moved aside for them to pass.
"As will we Sarah." She turned around sharply, but found the door closed and Terenduin nowhere to be seen. She turned, and quickly caught up to Christian. He said nothing, but the tension was apparent. She let the silence linger, fearing his anger. The streets were bare save a few scattered people. By their appearance, one could tell they lived on the streets. A young, filthy girl ran up to her and grabbed her arm. She was crying, and Sarah looked to Christian, who was oblivious to her.
"Please mam!" she whimpered, pulling Sarah's arm. Sarah tried to break free and follow Christian, but the girls grip was one of steel. "A coin or two I beg! I haven't eaten in days, and my brothers slipping away!"
"I don't have any money, I'm sorry."
"Please, just a silver coin!" she anxiously began searching Sarah for a hidden change purse. She knocked Sarah over into the dirt road and kept searching. "Please miss!" When Sarah didn't answer, she closed her hands around Sarah's throat, acting strictly on impulse.
"Christian!" she cried out, just as the girl's hands tightened. Tears of pity ran their course down her cheeks. Christian turned, saw what was happening, and began running towards the girl. He drew a dagger and held it harshly against her neck. She screamed in outrage as the iron burned her skin. He didn't pull it further to break it, just burned.
"Let her go!" he spat, drawing the dagger a bit further into the child's skin. " Or I'll leave you so mutilated and writhing in pain that you will wish I had just killed you!" she released Sarah's neck. " I should kill you for an attack on my lady, but instead I will just leave you helpless to the world." Sarah backed away from the child as quickly as possible. The girl was growing angrier by the minute that her plan had so quickly failed. She tried to knock the dagger from his hand. He nicked a long cut in her cheek and she screamed as the iron blended into her blood. She was changing. Her golden eyes were turning a deep amber, her Sunlit locks, a deep black. The iron began running it's course through her body, and though no other physical changes occurred, it was obvious she had lost her magic. He looked at her indifferently. He stood and sheathed the weapon. The girl stared up at him in horror. He turned and helped Sarah to her feet. He carried her ot the horse, leaving the child in the dust.
"What did I do to provoke her? Why was it me? What did I do?" she said quietly. It was directed mainly towards herself, but Christian answered anyway.
"Sarah, it's not your fault. There will always be poverty no matter where you go."
"But I-"
"did nothing." He set her up, then noticed that the stragglers were still watching him. "There's nothing to look at! Go!" Guiltily they averted their eyes. He continued on, leading the stallion. She wiped her tearstained face clean.
"Christian?"
"Yes Sarah?"
"Are you angry with me?" He sighed.
"No." he stopped in front of a large stone tavern called the Shamrock. She heard yelling from inside. He once again helped her down, and held her close in his arms. "Now, whatever you do, don't look into their eyes. You did that with Terenduin. Big mistake. Don't do it again." She nodded, and he took her hand, symbolically saying that he forgave her. She grinned and caught his lips with hers, then withdrew. They walked in together, and most of the drunken eyes drifted to her. Rolling his eyes, he urged her to follow him. They weaved through tables and people until they reached a thin wooden staircase. He insisted that she go ahead of him. She climbed as quickly as possible, and heard him right behind her. At the top there was a narrow hallway with doors. There were five, two on the left, two on the right, and one down at the far end.
"Christian, which one?"
"The end." She opened it and walked into a cozy looking room. An oak bed was against he walk with two side tables, one on each side. A large window crossed the left wall, and a fireplace adorned the right. A few chairs were in front of the fireplace. Under the window there was a cushioned window seat. An old fashioned dresser with an intricately carved mirror hung above it.
"It's perfect." She laid down on the bed contently. He smiled and sat in one of the chairs. She watched him closely. "Aren't you tired Christian?"
"A little, but I can't leave you unprotected." She got up walked to the door and bolted it then slid the lock into place.
"Sleep." She requested. He hugged her, and with a quick kiss on her forehead, he did as she asked. He looked so peaceful. Quietly, she slipped to the window and sat down. Putting a pillow behind her, she leaned back and looked out into her new current home. It was so much to take in. her mind wandered to Toby. How was he? Would he even remember her? Of course not, with Karen there. She had saved him for nothing. She could have had Jareth as her own instead of killing a part of herself by refusing him. She wondered where she'd be right now if she'd accepted his love. Did he really love her the way he said he did? She'd never know now.
"I'm sorry Jareth." She whispered quietly.
"For what Sarah?" Her eyes widened. Only one person had that exact voice.
"Jareth?"
Well, maybe it is, maybe it isn't. You'll just have to wait till another time when I am able to type. I'll have another chapter written tomorrow, but I probably won't have time to type it. BYE