Disclaimer: Nothing be mine…arrr
Chapter 8
Sarah sat quietly on her bed digesting the events of her day. She had received her first kiss, kissed and got a ride with her major crush, moaned another mans name while doing so, and had heart stopping flash backs of some of her most disturbing suppressed memories, and turned 17.
Sarah let out a deep sigh. The days not even over yet, she thought. She reclined back on the pillows exhausted by the day's events. All she wanted to do was curl up and fall asleep. Her eyes fluttered delicately closed as she succumbed to the sweet peace of sleep.
She drifted lazily down…down…down…floating; the world spinning, until she landed sprawled across a black and white marble floor. She lay in the center of the room with the only light source beaming down upon her like a spot light, leaving the rest of the room smothered in darkness. The room seemed to go on forever in every in every direction, the darkness never ceasing.
Feeling the solid, cold, floor beneath her, Sarah raised her head and lifted herself to her feet. She peered out passed the light and was met by only the black darkness. The silence rang in her ears. She could only hear the sound of her breathing and quickening heart beat.
From the distance came a faint echo of footsteps growing louder by the moment. Eventually, she could slightly make out a blurry out line of a figure coming closer. The air grew tight as magic permeated around her. Her body tingled, on fire, as magic caressed up and down her body. She stood starring transfixed on the dark figure that brought so much magic and power with each passing step.
Finally the figure stopped, just outside the ring of light, still cloaked in the darkness. It slowly reached its hand into the light, exposing a black leather glove and a ruffled white sleeve. It beckoned for Sarah to take its hand. She unhesitantly obliged, bespelled by this mysterious creature. It held her hand and hoisted the rest of its body into the light.
There stood Jareth; The Goblin King, Fae ruler of the Underground. Tall and majestic in all of his glory. His blonde hair sticking wildly up, with long locks running down his back. His face was stone, only his eyes showed any emotion. Sara gazed speechlessly into his eyes.
"Hello my Sarah," Jareth whispered, looking into her eyes. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as caged butterflies danced in her chest.
It was Jareth at last. He had come to her and she remembered him now. She remembered the endless contradicting emotions this man evoked from her being; fear, fury, excitement, awe, hatred…and desire.
She had never felt so strongly about another person before. His exotic and untamed person was absolutely irresistible, (un refused by any other before), but two years ago she was only but a foolish child, to young to fully grasp the magnitude of the things The Goblin King offered. Nor was she about to give up Toby for her own selfish desires.
Jareth pulled Sarah into a passionate embrace. She gave in as the scent of moon beams and magic overwhelmed her senses. Her mind swam in the magic, unable to think straight, she grasped on the Jareth, the only solid thing she could feel at the moment.
Jareth cupped his hand beneath her chin and raised her face. Sarah's heart jolted as she saw his lips descend.
POUNCE!
Sarah bolted up in her bed, her heart ramming in her chest. Her three year old brother Toby looked proudly up at her.
"Sarah wake up! Mommy says, today is your birthday! Sarahs dan gunna get presents! We having cake!"
"Hey Tob," said Sarah groggily.
"Hmmm,' Sarah thought, "What an odd dream." Even as she tried to remember, details trickled away as she tried to hold them in her hand.
"Damn it!" Jareth cursed, still standing alone in the checkered room. He touched his lips thought fully as the promise of Sarah still hung in the air. He could still smell her scent on hiscloak. He breathed her in deeply and sighed.
"You will be mine Sarah, you will be mine."