Threats and Promises

By: A person

Edited By: an editor I hope

Inspired by: ::shrugs::

Chapter Seven

Author's note: I updated just for you ItsACrystalNothingMore ::winks:: feel better.

"You and every other person I know," I muttered and he grabbed a sack from his closet. He tossed a few things in it and then grabbed a white short sleeve shirt, an earthy leather vest, light brown boots and some dark brown slacks and handed them to me.

"You can't go around wearing that here;" he said simply "humans aren't regarded as… an equal in most places." I looked down at the clothing he was handing me and then to him.

"Thanks," I said without any emotion whatsoever. He hesitated a moment and looked around a bit.

"You can dress in there," he said pointing to a shut door. I nodded but he didn't let go yet. "I don't suppose it's a good idea to let go of me though, unless you'd like to deal with me in a rage." I paused a moment, the man I had dealt with that afternoon was more intimidating than Jareth had ever been. I looked at him, blankly, thinking of what to do. I motioned for him to come closer and he did, though he seemed hesitant at first. Softly, I kissed him on the cheek. He flinched under the coldness of my lips, I was cold, I suppose it was because I wasn't used to a cold damp castle.

"An hour, right?" I asked and he pulled out a gold watch and looked at it. He nodded and only then did I let go. "Alright," I said quietly and opened the door he'd pointed me to. It was a modernized bathroom, hot running water and all. Ignoring the beautiful decorations I slipped off my clothes in a haste and pulled the new clothing on. Everything fit a little loose, but it was alright, with the exception of the pants which were much too voluminous.

"Does everything fit?" he called and I poked my head out of the door.

"You got a belt?" I asked and he frowned.

"Are you THAT skinny?" he asked worriedly and I sighed.

"I just need a belt, not a lecture" I muttered but he ignored my comment. He handed me a belt from his closet but opened the door wider so he could see my figure.

"So you are," he mused and then looked up at me "you really should eat more Sarah, its not healthy to be so small."

"What are you?" I snapped "my mother?" With that I closed the door once more and slipped the belt through the loop holes. I came out and Jareth had the leather bag slung over his shoulder and a dark brown leather hat on. His hair was tired back and he looked quiet normal. He opened his window and leered.

"Will you be needing help getting out of here?" he asked putting one leg out through the window.

"No," I said in a 'I'm perfectly fine thank you' voice "I know how to sneak out a window Jareth, thanks." He eyed me and then shrugged.

"Alright," he sighed "suet yourself." Once he reached the ground I followed after him, though as I did I wondered if he couldn't just transport us to wherever we were supposed to go. I was probably three feet from the ground when I slipped a little and Jareth grabbed me by the waste and set me on the ground. "I thought you said you could handle it."

"I just slipped," I muttered "it's not as if I was plummeting to my death or anything." He smiled and nodded again walking opposite the goblin city. "Where are we going?"

"ValleyVill," he said as if I knew what that was.

"And lets pretend I don't know what that is," I muttered and he smirked.

"Its," he paused "well, it's a place were people go to find mates." My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

"Their mates?" I repeated.

"Well not everyone has arranged marriages, Sarah," he breathed.

"I know that," I growled and there was a long pause. We walked a good hour without saying anything and had slipped into a deep forest. It was quite lovely actually and Jareth had to bark at me to keep up. Suddenly he stopped rigid and stiff. "Are you alright?"

"What are you doing!?" he yelled turning around glairing at me "why are you following me? I don't need a mortal's help. Get lost." I rolled my eyes, apparently, the spell worn off.

"Do you have a name?" I asked "or shall I just call you S.P (A/N: split personality for those that don't understand my sick and twisted sarcasm)?" He eyed me a moment, glaring angrily.

"Do not mock your king mortal!" he said in a kingly voice "I am Jareth you fool! I simply have come to my senses and… um.." He paused. "My name is Obal."

"Well," he said walking closer to him "Obal, I must say from experience, your no actor."

"Who are you to say!?" he growled "I rule over all! I am undefeatable! Unstoppable! Unable to be-" I reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Quiet for more than five minutes," I finished and Jareth sighed.

"You wouldn't believe how annoying that is," he muttered. He looked as if he was going to cry; his eyes watered up slightly but just as quickly subsided.

"I've got a good idea," I breathed and quickly kissed his cheek once more. "An hour," I repeated. We walked a little more and off in the distance I heard something. It was nothing more than a rustle but every hair on my being must have stood straight up. Jareth noticed it too. "Hide," I whispered and he shook his head. It grew louder but I didn't say anything. When it sounded as if it could've been right on top of us I looked at Jareth again. "Can we hide now?" I didn't catch what he said, I only remember something sinking into my neck and then darkness…