Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing but the plot, Christine and Toby.
A/N: I noticed that I made a few mistakes in the last chapter and I am sorry. And I am extremely sorry about taking so long to update too. Please forgive me.
Sarah sat in front of the fire, wishing she knew where her niece was. Her eyes were sore from crying and watching the fire for numerous hours. She felt a gloved hand rest on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, love," Jareth whispered. "She will return home soon."
"How can you be so sure?" Sarah whispered. Jareth sat next to her and looked deeply into her eyes. He caught in her eyes the child that she had been when he first met her. He smiled warmly at her.
"I know Christine," he replied. "Wherever she is, I am sure she can figure out a way of reaching us. She's a smart girl and we both know she can handle whatever problem is laid before her."
"How can you be so sure?" asked Sarah.
"She is a lot like you are," Jareth replied. "Tomorrow, I will go in search of her. You'll see, darling. She will come home to us."
"I hope you're right, Jareth," sighed Sarah as she rested in his arms. "I certainly do."
~*~
Meanwhile, Christine was gazing open-mouthed at her kidnapper.
"What do you mean, death?" she gasped.
"You shall see," smiled Bill. "But now is not the time for that. First, I shall need you to dress for dinner."
"I'm not dressing for anything," frowned Christine. "You don't know where my aunt is, so you pose no real threat to me or my family. Killing me would be of little use to both of us."
"Oh, I sincerely doubt it," smiled Bill. "What would your Aunt Sarah do if she should find your dead body in her husbands personal things? Why, she would be forced to divorce him. And then who shall be there to swoop in and save the day, as always? Why, sweet, innocent Bill, whose soul purpose and concern is to see that her cruel husband is thrown in jail. That's right, Christine. So I seriously think you should dress and be in my dining room in half an hour, looking your best, for your aunt's sake."
With that, he walked out the door and closed it behind him. Christine yelled and threw a hairbrush at the door. She couldn't believe how cruel this man was. She hated him for being so conniving. Because she did not want to cause her aunt and uncle any harm, she decided it was for the best that she quickly get dressed and meet this monster in the dining room as he had requested.
~*~
Christine entered the room, scared of what she might find. She saw him sitting there, a look of contentment on his face. He smiled and told her to sit down next to him.
"What do you wish of me?" Christine asked through gritted teeth as she sat down at the other end of the table rather than next to him.
"I simply wish to talk with you," he replied, the stupid smile still on his face. Oh, how she wished she could just tear that stupid smile off his stupid face.
"Please make it quick," growled Christine. "I wish to get back home."
"Oh, fear not, young lady," smiled Bill. "You will go home. And you will lead me to your aunt and uncle."
"What makes you so sure I would actually lead you to my house?" asked Christine, not even looking at the plate of food that a maid had set down in front of her. It was clear that whatever profession this man claimed to have, he was getting a lot of money. Human servants in the Aboveground were not as numerous as goblin servants in the Underground.
"Because if you do not produce your aunt in one week, I will be forced to fulfill my unpleasant prediction of the dead niece in the husband's personal belongings," replied Bill, the never fading smile still there. It sent chills up and down Christine's back. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"But you still would not know where to place my body," snickered Christine.
"Oh, I have my ways of finding things out," Bill smiled. He held up a picture of Toby. Christine gasped. "I am certain your nephew won't have a bit of trouble telling me anything I wish to hear if it would save his dear, sweet cousin."
A/N: I noticed that I made a few mistakes in the last chapter and I am sorry. And I am extremely sorry about taking so long to update too. Please forgive me.
Sarah sat in front of the fire, wishing she knew where her niece was. Her eyes were sore from crying and watching the fire for numerous hours. She felt a gloved hand rest on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, love," Jareth whispered. "She will return home soon."
"How can you be so sure?" Sarah whispered. Jareth sat next to her and looked deeply into her eyes. He caught in her eyes the child that she had been when he first met her. He smiled warmly at her.
"I know Christine," he replied. "Wherever she is, I am sure she can figure out a way of reaching us. She's a smart girl and we both know she can handle whatever problem is laid before her."
"How can you be so sure?" asked Sarah.
"She is a lot like you are," Jareth replied. "Tomorrow, I will go in search of her. You'll see, darling. She will come home to us."
"I hope you're right, Jareth," sighed Sarah as she rested in his arms. "I certainly do."
~*~
Meanwhile, Christine was gazing open-mouthed at her kidnapper.
"What do you mean, death?" she gasped.
"You shall see," smiled Bill. "But now is not the time for that. First, I shall need you to dress for dinner."
"I'm not dressing for anything," frowned Christine. "You don't know where my aunt is, so you pose no real threat to me or my family. Killing me would be of little use to both of us."
"Oh, I sincerely doubt it," smiled Bill. "What would your Aunt Sarah do if she should find your dead body in her husbands personal things? Why, she would be forced to divorce him. And then who shall be there to swoop in and save the day, as always? Why, sweet, innocent Bill, whose soul purpose and concern is to see that her cruel husband is thrown in jail. That's right, Christine. So I seriously think you should dress and be in my dining room in half an hour, looking your best, for your aunt's sake."
With that, he walked out the door and closed it behind him. Christine yelled and threw a hairbrush at the door. She couldn't believe how cruel this man was. She hated him for being so conniving. Because she did not want to cause her aunt and uncle any harm, she decided it was for the best that she quickly get dressed and meet this monster in the dining room as he had requested.
~*~
Christine entered the room, scared of what she might find. She saw him sitting there, a look of contentment on his face. He smiled and told her to sit down next to him.
"What do you wish of me?" Christine asked through gritted teeth as she sat down at the other end of the table rather than next to him.
"I simply wish to talk with you," he replied, the stupid smile still on his face. Oh, how she wished she could just tear that stupid smile off his stupid face.
"Please make it quick," growled Christine. "I wish to get back home."
"Oh, fear not, young lady," smiled Bill. "You will go home. And you will lead me to your aunt and uncle."
"What makes you so sure I would actually lead you to my house?" asked Christine, not even looking at the plate of food that a maid had set down in front of her. It was clear that whatever profession this man claimed to have, he was getting a lot of money. Human servants in the Aboveground were not as numerous as goblin servants in the Underground.
"Because if you do not produce your aunt in one week, I will be forced to fulfill my unpleasant prediction of the dead niece in the husband's personal belongings," replied Bill, the never fading smile still there. It sent chills up and down Christine's back. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"But you still would not know where to place my body," snickered Christine.
"Oh, I have my ways of finding things out," Bill smiled. He held up a picture of Toby. Christine gasped. "I am certain your nephew won't have a bit of trouble telling me anything I wish to hear if it would save his dear, sweet cousin."