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I flee now. (It's three am here.)

Chapter 8: Eliza

Jareth wandered through the bleak maze of grey stonewalls utterly lost. He growled softly as he turned a corner to be faced with yet another dead end. He leant against a wall for a second trying to gather his thoughts. His mind was a storm of emotions and worries. It had been hours since he had been separated from Sarah and though she was most capable of looking after herself, Jareth was wary of what Aaron might try to pull while they were apart. He glanced down to see a bug, not a worm he noted, but a rather large spider looking up at him with a multitude of eyes.

"Lost mister?" Said the spider with a silky feminine voice that (like many of the creatures in the underground for some strange reason /AN: If you can come up with a theory fo this I'll give you fresh baked cookies/) had a cockney accent about it.

"Though the irony is not lost on me, yes hopelessly."

The spider grinned up at him(if you could call it a grin) "Well, I think I might be able to help you there my china plate."

"Excuse me?" The spider turned and proceeded back the way he had come.

"Hold on, how do I know your not working for Aaron, hmm?" He looked down on her with typical Jareth scrutiny that any larger creature would have flinched under.

She looked up at him with anger set into her many eyes. "Killled my 'ole family he did. I'd never work for that Hampton Wick."

Jareth nodded recognizing the genuine emotion that clouded her tiny eyes.

"Alright, so what's your name?" He held out his hand and she crawled on to his plam creating an odd tingly sensation.

"Eliza, you love?"

"Jareth."

"Well it's about time you came back to life. It's been 'ell with out you."

"Hmm, yes." He smiled grimly "Well, which way?"

"That way, in there." She extended one of her eight legs towards a dark cave which Jareth had not noticed before. He glanced to it and back the way he had come, which even though dreary had light and looked more appealing than the pitch black hole Eliza was motioning towards.

"Well, come on. Pick up your daisy roots."

"I do wish you'd stop talking like that."

"Well, its not my fault you don't speak proper English now, is it?" He sighed and entered the mouth of the cave and soon found himself amerced in darkness.

He had been walking through the darkness now for what felt like hours, one hand on the wall guiding him, the other holding Eliza gently.

"So, Jareth love, you Todd Sloane here?"

"Sorry?"

"Alone love. Are you alone here?"

"Oh no, I'm not. There's a girl, a friend as well. We got separated."

"Ahh, a sweet heart, yeah?"

"No."

"Aww, your just in denial. And not the river either." She let out a bawdy laugh at her own joke and then fell silent again.

"Very good," sneered Jareth. "You come with that one all by your self?"

"Oi, who's helping who here?"

"I'm grateful, but it doesn't mean I'm going to laugh at your bad jokes."

"Fine that....oi, watch it!!"

"Sorry, I tripped."

"Oh right, hold on." He felt her scuttle of his hand and heard a few loose pebbles move as she moved across the ground.

"Eliza?"

"Gimme a minuet." There was a flash in the corner and suddenly the cavern was illuminated by a soft green light that was emanating from various crystals placed through out, one of which Eliza was sitting upon. But Jareth was rather distracted by what he had tripped over because it sure as hell wasn't a rock. It was a giant spider leg, nearly thrice the width of his own leg, and it was attached to a giant spider.

End Chap.

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