Life reentering her system she began to struggle for all she was worth. 'No! I'm too close!' Were her only thoughts as she tried to remove her wrist from his unmoving grip. But he might as well been a stone statue for all she could make him move. But soon she was too tired to do much more than look at him; she knew when trouble faced her. And this was as close to an apocalypse as she could think of getting. Slipping, her legs to weak to support her any longer, she found herself looking up at him whilst he dangled her off the ground by her right arm. Half on her knees half off. 'I'm dead.' Her only thought.
Her breath was ragged, from both her perpetual run and fear. Her face was flushed from exercise and she was in dire need of a bath. Anger subsiding slightly he smiled down at her, she gained no comfort from this but he cared little. She had nearly escaped, but when only feet from her freedom her time ran out, 'The irony!' As he expected from her shock resided enough for her to begin to struggle against him. She was not very strong, tired as she was he was sure for a mortal she was giving a good go, but he was no mortal and even if she here at full strength and well rested she would be little trouble for him to hold. He was Fae and by nature he was stronger than mortals, plus she was female, and a tiny one at that. It wasn't long before she depleted the last of her strength and could no longer stand.
Still holding her arm above her he narrowed his gaze. He could feel the very fine trembling she was expressing, but be that from her exhausted body or fear even he did not know. Her almond-gray eyes were wide, looking to him in rage and terror. He may have held no power over her after she freed young Tobias, but the moment she had failed to escape his domain she became his, like every other creature that resided in the Underground. He was angry at her; she had defied him, disobeyed him, and had been insolent to the end. Well here was the end and she was going to learn why many feared receiving his wrath. Pulling up he held her close to him. Somehow she still managed to keep her natural beauty; even after all she had just gone through. "You're mine now." He spoke, face close to hers. Her scent was everywhere; even if sweat, dirt, and blood mingled with it he could smell her.
"Never." Came her breathless reply as she tried to free her wrist, never breaking her gaze with his. She squeaked softly when he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her close. Panic entered her eyes before confusion, so she wasn't as naive as he thought. Just as well, fear was how he would rule her and what he didn't state would serve him well.
"You have played my game."
"Your rules." She hissed tiredly eyes glazing slightly.
"And lost, you are mine now Sarah, the sooner you accept that fact the better your life will be." He did not expect the answer she gave, but he felt it. Grabbing her retreating left hand he gripped it tightly, face stinging ever so slightly he pinned her to wall. Without a word her transported them to one of the many empty chamber of his castle. Dropping her to the floor he walked out, locking her in as he did so. No sooner was he a few feet away than she was pounding at the door demanding he let her out. 'You have much to learn girl, best you start now.'
Never had she felt so satisfied as to when she hit him. Her hand stung like hell and she knew bruises were forming from his grip but she would cherish the tiny victory she had scored, but at what cost? That was the part that worried her, and when he pressed her against the cold stone she nearly choked on her own breath. But within the next instant she had been dropped to a hard floor and locked in a room. She could only speculate she was in the castle. She flung herself at the door with renewed strength when she heard the click of the lock. Shouting demands for freedom she felt tears once again prickle behind her eyes. Forcing them gone she continued her barrage on the door. She scarcely noticed the colors of purple, brown, and green, as she attacked the wooden slabs. But she could only do this for so long. Sinking to the floor she turned to look at her cage. No light, she hated the dark, and she wasn't in the mood to search the area like a blind man. 'Did he put me in another oubliette? I guess it doesn't matter.' Curling into a tiny ball, much like a cat did, she felt all the hours catch up with her. The world could have gone to end just outside her door and she would have not stirred a breath.
Often he stole unwanted children, and just as often the wisher of the child failed at rescuing their sibling. And as always he gave them the decision to either leave, or take the place of the one they were to lose. Never had one taken the latter choice, always they left, wishing to forget what they had lived through. But the girl locked in the room not too far from his own had gone farther than any other. She had won her little brother's freedom, but yet failed to achieve her own. And how close she had been. Just a few paces to go when her time had run out.
Changing position on his throne he glared at the rowdy goblins that filled his throne room. Instantly the noise level dropped to a mere whisper and he recommenced his musings. He had little idea what to do with her but teaching her that she was no longer in charge of anything unless he bayed it. Which meant she would obey him, or be punished. He had not looked upon her since the night prior, and with the grace of a cat going to hunt; he left the room filled with his rowdy subjects. The clicking of his boots against the stone was the only sound that filled the hall as he left for the room he had entrapped her in. But when he reached for the door it spoke.
"Careful mi'lord. She sleeps on the other side. Hasn't moved from that spot all night." It was his knocker, the one he cared to grace his door leading to his chamber. But just as many of the things in his castle it could move about as it pleased. "Pardon for leaving my station mi'lord, but I thought I someone should keep an eye on the wee lass. Make sure she behaves an' all."
"Very good of you." He said not at all put off by talking to a doorknob. "Has she done anything?"
"Not one peep after she stopped a' pounding at mi back. Not a one. Fer'give mi fer impotence lor' Jareth but I think she's a more fright'n than she shows. I been keeping an eye on ur' an she just curled up on the floor a'sleep like a babe. Jus' thought I' tell ye." He nodded knowing how his knocker felt about littles. And though she was nearly a woman she was still a girl in many a way. Using a crystal he appeared on the other side and was inclined to use more magic to light the hearth and candles of the room. And just as the knocker had said Sarah lay on the stone floor, beside the door asleep in the tiniest form her body could manage, looking vulnerable and, as once again the knocker had stated, frightened. Even in her sleep.
Ok people DON'T expect me to write this fast this often. I got lucky today and the idea is REALLY fresh. Umm Oh yes I would like to thank a couple of the people who revied. I actually think its kinda cool since I have READ some of these authors' fics and like them. Ok here is the list.
Silver Space Where are the other chapters to Love-Shack?
Sailor Galaxy Love or Hate well I LOVE IT!!
PeachDreamer 'Grimm' Tales I LOVE that fic never read that story oddly enough (and I read a LOT of fairy tales trust me) but when the next part out
K there you are. Umm PLEASE review and I'll try to get things out when I can. ByeJ
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