This is the second chapter. Jessie's deal- if someone had taken your son
wouldn't you want to cooperate with that person so that no harm come to
him? Jareth was talking about Caspian when he said "I never meant for
anything to happen." and Sarah wants to know what happened to him.
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"Siretia, come here wench." The old advisor forcefully ordered.
"What do you want, Gideon?" Siretia's orange eyes gleamed in the damp light that emitted from the hallway outside her cell. Poison dripped from her speech as she addressed Gideon. "Would you like me to get into more trouble than I am already in? All I wanted to do was love him."
"His Highness wishes for you to go to the Aboveworld, with the proper authorities and infect one of the humans. He is in San Francisco, California. His name is Jake Hammet. He should be at the Golden Sun Theatre. You do this and you may be moved to a little more cheerful cell." Gideon laughed maliciously.
Siretia collapsed on the bed in her prison. Her greenish-blonde hair slowly changed into chestnut brown hair. Her fiery eyes turned cold, grey, and lifeless. She pulled he wings into hey back. Siretia's thin body trembled in the damp, dank hell. Tears started tolling down he cheeks. 'I would be his slave. Why doesn't he see how happy I could make him? He will never learn to love and even if he did it wouldn't be me.'
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"Sarah, who is this?" "I love you!" "Get out of my life! Jareth, this is my wedding!" Sarah quickly sat up in bed gasping for air. Quietly, she picked her way through the house into the kitchen to find Cassandra rummaging through the fridge. Her olive oil skin covered in an orange facemask and her long, black, wavy hair was tied up in a messy bun. "Looking for something?" Sarah whispered in her many pierced ears causing the Greek to jump and hit her head on the top of the fridge.
"Geeze, real nice." Cassandra muttered. "Where's my mom's container of gyro?"
"I bet I know. Grab the whip cream and honey for me. Wait here, I'm going to go get that old pillow no one uses. I am going to have some fun with James." Knowing what was on her roommates mind, she quickly added. "Not in that way, Cassandra." She quickly looked in the room where his Majesty was slumbering. Sarah grabbed the pillow and some scissors and sprinted back to the kitchen where Cassie was waiting expectantly.
Armed with their condiments and the pillow, the girls snuck into Jareth's room and started covering him with the sticky gooey mess after successfully finding the empty container. For the final touch, they covered him with the feathers from the pillow.
The two girls began to laugh their heads off and woke Jareth from his semi- peaceful sleep. It seemed he didn't notice for a second what he was covered in but that didn't take long. "SARAH!! What did you do?!?! WHAT IS IN MY HAIR?!!?" The feather monster exploded.
"I thought I told you... girls just want to have fun, Master." Sarah teased seductively, making Jareth drool, squirm, and fear for his life all at once.
"Yes, Sarah Darling." Sarah quickly slapped him for the pet name. "God Damn, Sarah, you didn't have to slap me." Jareth burst.
"I better go ahead and get to sleep; I have to be at Golden Sun at 7 in the morning for a tech rehearsal. Good Night, Cassie. Go to hell, James."
"I love you too, Sweetheart." Jareth said sweetly. Sarah very sweetly flipped him off.
"Don't call me anything but Sarah, Jackass." Sarah forcibly ordered.
"Yes, Sarah. Now if you will excuse me I think it would be best if I took a shower before the honey and whip cream harden. I don't suppose you would like to join me." His Royal Highness inferred. Sarah's icy stare told him he could not have been more right. It is said that eyes are the windows to the soul. Behind Sarah's eyes was a self-built brick wall, waiting to be torn down by a certain King.
When Sarah woke the next morning, she heard the shower running. The heroine figured it was one of her roommates, so she quickly stuck her head in. "Hey, hurry up I need in next."
"Why don't you hop in now? You can help me get all the stuff out of my hair." Our favorite Goblin King suggested.
Cassie and genny were just sitting down to heir cereal and coffee when they heard Sarah's screams and curses. "Think we should have told her James was in the shower." The rational, French, blonde asked.
"And miss this show? Yeah right! Let's go get a front row seat!" the party girl, Greek, brunette excitedly ran to the bottom of the stairwell to watch the 'show'.
"You are such a pig! I knew I shouldn't have let you stay here!" Sarah exploded, running down the hallway towards the top of the stairs. 'James' soon came into view wearing a towel.
"Don't say it." Genevieve said when she saw Cassandra opening her mouth.
"Before you criticize me let me say what I was going to. I don't have that much of a dirty mind." Cassie argued.
"Then, what were you going to say?"
"Never mind." The girl haughtily replied.
"I knew it.... Why don't we hear screaming any more?"
"Maybe they are in the bedroom." The two roommates looked at each other and hysterical laughter broke the silence. The reality is that Jareth had relinquished control of the bathroom to Sarah and retired to his room to get dressed.
After a shower and breakfast, Sarah left to go to the Golden Sun Theatre where pandemonium was breaking loose because the lead actor had mysteriously taken gravely ill and opening night was just on the horizon. Sarah walked in while this was happening and soon was sucked into it as well. Poor Jake was getting so many home remedies stuffed down his throat; it was making him even sicker which is what Siretia planned. In the midst of this, a rather tall, dashing man walked in with a motorcycle helmet on. "Is the director here?" his deep voice turning all the attention towards him asked. "I was just wondering if anyone happened to need a male understudy. I know everyone's lines; I just did the play over at Bowie Drama on Henson Lane."
The short directory rushed over to the stranger and led him to her office. Two minutes passed before the director called Sarah into the cramped office. "Sarah, this is Derek Clark. He has graciously offered to take Jake's place in the play. Derek, this is Sarah Williams. She is the leading female role. You two need to get to know each other, since there is a romantic scene between you two. Go get something to eat and talk. I need to restore order and make sure Jake got to the hospital all right.
"Hi, this is so great with opening night tomorrow and Jake getting sick. It is like you are this play's guardian angel."
"Well, I'm just glad I could help." The man said. 'I'll have to remember to give Siretia an extra roll at dinner. If I remember to give her dinner.'
"So where do you want to go? It is a little late for breakfast and too early for lunch so, how about a movie in-between. I hear Rocky Horror is playing at Hoggle's." Sarah eagerly requested.
"Sounds great. I have an extra helmet if you want to take my motorcycle."
"Sure, let me get my purse." Sarah ran off to get her things. As soon as she left, Darion slipped into the Underworld, his kingdom.
"Gideon, tell Siretia that the virus worked. Make sure Caspian is well taken care of because if that babe is hurt in any way, it will be your head."
"Yes, Sire. I assure you that the child will be under the best care possible." The obedient old man swore.
"Derek, I'm ready." Sarah called distantly.
"Don't screw up." Darion transported back Aboveworld. "Hey, Sarah, let's go." Happily Sarah went outside and straddled his Sportster motorcycle to see Rocky Horror with Jareth's brother.
Disclaimer: you know what I own you know what I don't.
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"Siretia, come here wench." The old advisor forcefully ordered.
"What do you want, Gideon?" Siretia's orange eyes gleamed in the damp light that emitted from the hallway outside her cell. Poison dripped from her speech as she addressed Gideon. "Would you like me to get into more trouble than I am already in? All I wanted to do was love him."
"His Highness wishes for you to go to the Aboveworld, with the proper authorities and infect one of the humans. He is in San Francisco, California. His name is Jake Hammet. He should be at the Golden Sun Theatre. You do this and you may be moved to a little more cheerful cell." Gideon laughed maliciously.
Siretia collapsed on the bed in her prison. Her greenish-blonde hair slowly changed into chestnut brown hair. Her fiery eyes turned cold, grey, and lifeless. She pulled he wings into hey back. Siretia's thin body trembled in the damp, dank hell. Tears started tolling down he cheeks. 'I would be his slave. Why doesn't he see how happy I could make him? He will never learn to love and even if he did it wouldn't be me.'
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"Sarah, who is this?" "I love you!" "Get out of my life! Jareth, this is my wedding!" Sarah quickly sat up in bed gasping for air. Quietly, she picked her way through the house into the kitchen to find Cassandra rummaging through the fridge. Her olive oil skin covered in an orange facemask and her long, black, wavy hair was tied up in a messy bun. "Looking for something?" Sarah whispered in her many pierced ears causing the Greek to jump and hit her head on the top of the fridge.
"Geeze, real nice." Cassandra muttered. "Where's my mom's container of gyro?"
"I bet I know. Grab the whip cream and honey for me. Wait here, I'm going to go get that old pillow no one uses. I am going to have some fun with James." Knowing what was on her roommates mind, she quickly added. "Not in that way, Cassandra." She quickly looked in the room where his Majesty was slumbering. Sarah grabbed the pillow and some scissors and sprinted back to the kitchen where Cassie was waiting expectantly.
Armed with their condiments and the pillow, the girls snuck into Jareth's room and started covering him with the sticky gooey mess after successfully finding the empty container. For the final touch, they covered him with the feathers from the pillow.
The two girls began to laugh their heads off and woke Jareth from his semi- peaceful sleep. It seemed he didn't notice for a second what he was covered in but that didn't take long. "SARAH!! What did you do?!?! WHAT IS IN MY HAIR?!!?" The feather monster exploded.
"I thought I told you... girls just want to have fun, Master." Sarah teased seductively, making Jareth drool, squirm, and fear for his life all at once.
"Yes, Sarah Darling." Sarah quickly slapped him for the pet name. "God Damn, Sarah, you didn't have to slap me." Jareth burst.
"I better go ahead and get to sleep; I have to be at Golden Sun at 7 in the morning for a tech rehearsal. Good Night, Cassie. Go to hell, James."
"I love you too, Sweetheart." Jareth said sweetly. Sarah very sweetly flipped him off.
"Don't call me anything but Sarah, Jackass." Sarah forcibly ordered.
"Yes, Sarah. Now if you will excuse me I think it would be best if I took a shower before the honey and whip cream harden. I don't suppose you would like to join me." His Royal Highness inferred. Sarah's icy stare told him he could not have been more right. It is said that eyes are the windows to the soul. Behind Sarah's eyes was a self-built brick wall, waiting to be torn down by a certain King.
When Sarah woke the next morning, she heard the shower running. The heroine figured it was one of her roommates, so she quickly stuck her head in. "Hey, hurry up I need in next."
"Why don't you hop in now? You can help me get all the stuff out of my hair." Our favorite Goblin King suggested.
Cassie and genny were just sitting down to heir cereal and coffee when they heard Sarah's screams and curses. "Think we should have told her James was in the shower." The rational, French, blonde asked.
"And miss this show? Yeah right! Let's go get a front row seat!" the party girl, Greek, brunette excitedly ran to the bottom of the stairwell to watch the 'show'.
"You are such a pig! I knew I shouldn't have let you stay here!" Sarah exploded, running down the hallway towards the top of the stairs. 'James' soon came into view wearing a towel.
"Don't say it." Genevieve said when she saw Cassandra opening her mouth.
"Before you criticize me let me say what I was going to. I don't have that much of a dirty mind." Cassie argued.
"Then, what were you going to say?"
"Never mind." The girl haughtily replied.
"I knew it.... Why don't we hear screaming any more?"
"Maybe they are in the bedroom." The two roommates looked at each other and hysterical laughter broke the silence. The reality is that Jareth had relinquished control of the bathroom to Sarah and retired to his room to get dressed.
After a shower and breakfast, Sarah left to go to the Golden Sun Theatre where pandemonium was breaking loose because the lead actor had mysteriously taken gravely ill and opening night was just on the horizon. Sarah walked in while this was happening and soon was sucked into it as well. Poor Jake was getting so many home remedies stuffed down his throat; it was making him even sicker which is what Siretia planned. In the midst of this, a rather tall, dashing man walked in with a motorcycle helmet on. "Is the director here?" his deep voice turning all the attention towards him asked. "I was just wondering if anyone happened to need a male understudy. I know everyone's lines; I just did the play over at Bowie Drama on Henson Lane."
The short directory rushed over to the stranger and led him to her office. Two minutes passed before the director called Sarah into the cramped office. "Sarah, this is Derek Clark. He has graciously offered to take Jake's place in the play. Derek, this is Sarah Williams. She is the leading female role. You two need to get to know each other, since there is a romantic scene between you two. Go get something to eat and talk. I need to restore order and make sure Jake got to the hospital all right.
"Hi, this is so great with opening night tomorrow and Jake getting sick. It is like you are this play's guardian angel."
"Well, I'm just glad I could help." The man said. 'I'll have to remember to give Siretia an extra roll at dinner. If I remember to give her dinner.'
"So where do you want to go? It is a little late for breakfast and too early for lunch so, how about a movie in-between. I hear Rocky Horror is playing at Hoggle's." Sarah eagerly requested.
"Sounds great. I have an extra helmet if you want to take my motorcycle."
"Sure, let me get my purse." Sarah ran off to get her things. As soon as she left, Darion slipped into the Underworld, his kingdom.
"Gideon, tell Siretia that the virus worked. Make sure Caspian is well taken care of because if that babe is hurt in any way, it will be your head."
"Yes, Sire. I assure you that the child will be under the best care possible." The obedient old man swore.
"Derek, I'm ready." Sarah called distantly.
"Don't screw up." Darion transported back Aboveworld. "Hey, Sarah, let's go." Happily Sarah went outside and straddled his Sportster motorcycle to see Rocky Horror with Jareth's brother.