Disclaimer: I own nothing but Janet and the plot.
A/N: Sorry I took so long. I was delayed for a lack of inspiration.
Sarah opened her eyes slowly. She winced as she remembered the events of the night before.
/Last night/
Sarah was sitting in the library, reading a book on how to knit. She wanted to learn in time to make a blanket for her baby and perhaps some booties. She had the knitting needles poised to begin when there was a knock on the door.
Reluctantly, she set the needles and thread aside for a few minutes so she could see who was at the library door. She opened it and saw a small goblin maid. Behind her, Sarah could see an old beggar woman. She could not see her face, because it was fully hidden by the dark blue cloak in which she wore.
"I am sorry to disturb you, madam, but this woman wishes to speak with you," said the small goblin maid, her voice barely audible.
"May I ask what this is in regards to?" asked Sarah. Although she didn't think this lady would harm her, she was always weary about strangers.
"She wouldn't say," replied the maid. "She only says that it is important. She says that it is in regards to the master." Sarah gasped. She feared that Jareth might have been hurt or killed. She didn't know why, but those were the first things that came to mind.
"Sure, come in," whispered Sarah. She backed away from the door so as to allow the old lady to pass into the room. She did, a limp now apparent. It was only then that Sarah had noticed the limp the old lady had. When the door was closed, she turned to the little old lady.
"Young lady," said the mysterious woman. "Jareth needs your help. He is in serious trouble."
"Where is he?" gasped Sarah. "Please tell me. I will do anything."
"Anything?" asked the old woman. Sarah nodded. With that, the cloak came off and there stood a beautiful woman with blond hair that fell into beautiful locks just below her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes stood out a mile away. She was very beautiful. "Then you can rot in the darkest shadows of limbo." And with that, she threw the cloak over Sarah and hit her on the head. That was the last thing she could remember.
/Present/
"Have a nice nap?" asked the woman. Sarah looked up, still a bit groggy from the blow to her head. She looked up and saw the very woman that had hurt her.
"Who-who a-are you?" she asked incoherently.
"My name is Janet," replied the woman. "Feel free to call me your worse nightmare."
A/N: Sorry I took so long. I was delayed for a lack of inspiration.
Sarah opened her eyes slowly. She winced as she remembered the events of the night before.
/Last night/
Sarah was sitting in the library, reading a book on how to knit. She wanted to learn in time to make a blanket for her baby and perhaps some booties. She had the knitting needles poised to begin when there was a knock on the door.
Reluctantly, she set the needles and thread aside for a few minutes so she could see who was at the library door. She opened it and saw a small goblin maid. Behind her, Sarah could see an old beggar woman. She could not see her face, because it was fully hidden by the dark blue cloak in which she wore.
"I am sorry to disturb you, madam, but this woman wishes to speak with you," said the small goblin maid, her voice barely audible.
"May I ask what this is in regards to?" asked Sarah. Although she didn't think this lady would harm her, she was always weary about strangers.
"She wouldn't say," replied the maid. "She only says that it is important. She says that it is in regards to the master." Sarah gasped. She feared that Jareth might have been hurt or killed. She didn't know why, but those were the first things that came to mind.
"Sure, come in," whispered Sarah. She backed away from the door so as to allow the old lady to pass into the room. She did, a limp now apparent. It was only then that Sarah had noticed the limp the old lady had. When the door was closed, she turned to the little old lady.
"Young lady," said the mysterious woman. "Jareth needs your help. He is in serious trouble."
"Where is he?" gasped Sarah. "Please tell me. I will do anything."
"Anything?" asked the old woman. Sarah nodded. With that, the cloak came off and there stood a beautiful woman with blond hair that fell into beautiful locks just below her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes stood out a mile away. She was very beautiful. "Then you can rot in the darkest shadows of limbo." And with that, she threw the cloak over Sarah and hit her on the head. That was the last thing she could remember.
/Present/
"Have a nice nap?" asked the woman. Sarah looked up, still a bit groggy from the blow to her head. She looked up and saw the very woman that had hurt her.
"Who-who a-are you?" she asked incoherently.
"My name is Janet," replied the woman. "Feel free to call me your worse nightmare."