Sarah was in the ballroom again. Dancing to the now all to familiar tune that haunted her for so long. Her dance partner was the same tall figure. She was entranced... Like so many times she had dreamt this before.
But something about the scene was different. She could feel it.
Then, after her first moments of uneasiness, she understood why. Amongst the dancers that gathered around Sarah and Jareth, was a short figure that just glared through his mask. Unlike the others however, this one's menacing glare was strictly reserved for the Goblin King. Sarah couldn't make out the face behind the demonic looking mask but the cold look coming from those dark pupils made her shiver...
Jareth didn't seem to notice as it appeared that he was still looking at her... smiling. Her gaze was on him now but not for long. Someone bumped into her that caused her to look at the offending party. It was that small person again.
The person in the mask gave a dark smile and pointed at the clock... reminding Sarah about the time.
Sarah felt as if she were watching a movie now... unable to control what happened next. She pulled away from Jareth and ran to the edge of the crystal... smashing the surface with the chair.
Amongst the horrified screams of the dancers... a maniacal laugh rang in her ears.
******
Sarah's eyes opened quickly as she sat up from the bed and looked around frantically until she remembered where she was.
Sighing, she fell back onto her pillow and stared at the high ceiling as she thought about her dream. With this being the Underground that could dream could mean anything... or nothing at all. Who the hell was that person and was he there before just un-noticeable?
She fretted about this but finally gave up... going back to sleep.
******
Tristan was dumbfounded as he looked at the scroll. Staring back at him was a picture of Sarah. That however wasn't what got his attention... It was the history associated with her.
Tristan got up and paced the room a bit... wondering what to do... She seemed so NICE... But this made him doubt his sense of judgment.
Glancing down at the table and seeing her picture there... taunting him... he pushed the scrolls off the table. It couldn't be true! He couldn't believe it. That nice woman he spoke with earlier... Responsible for such chaos... such pain?
"Hard to believe, I know," a voice said from behind, "But such is life."
Tristan didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, "So Anya, you did know who she was?"
"Yes I did, Tristan. You don't tend to forget what caused such a big change in your family's lives..." Anya walked towards the table, pausing long enough to put the scrolls back on the table. Tristan watched as Sarah's face was revealed to him once more as Anya opened up the scroll, "Now you know why I said to be careful."
Tristan nodded, "I didn't know she could be so...so..."
"Cold?... Sometimes your dream girl isn't really a dream. Sometimes it's a nightmare."
"How could she do such a thing?"
Why don't you ask her?," Anya suggested, "It won't stop bothering you until you confront your problem."
Tristan sighed and reluctantly nodded, moving towards the door. Anya watched Tristan walk out of the door and then turned her attention towards the scrolls. Scanning through it, she frowned.
Things were deceiving...
******
Cole watched as the castle got further and further in the distance.
"I don't care what you say, we're going the wrong way!," Cole complained.
Jareth clenched his teeth, "for the last time... We are going the right way!"
Cole jumped and would have surely fallen down if it hadn't been for the ghost holding his hand.
Jareth smirked, "Not bad for someone who technically doesn't have a body... Impressed?"
Cole shook his head, "Nah... I saw 'Ghost' last week."
Jareth gave a puzzled look, "Geez boy, how often do you see ghosts?"
"About five times each day."
Jareth shook his head and continued walking... dragging Cole along, "Let's keep it moving."
******
Tristan sat in a chair across from Sarah's bed as she slept... not making a sound... allowing the woman to sleep.
Watching her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, his heart softened. How could someone so peaceful looking can cause so much destruction?
Anya's words echoed to him... Sarah was no innocent... She destroyed! The scrolls even confirmed it.
He caused his heart to grow hard once more as Sarah stirred and looked at him curiously.
"Tristan? What are you doing here?," she asked as she got off the bed. Tristan didn't answer and remained still which caused Sarah to grow uneasy, "Tristan? What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"
Tristan was silent for a bit longer as Sarah came closer. "The answer to both of those my dear," he replied looking up at her, eyes giving a cold look as he stood up, "... is you."
Sarah looked confused, "What?..."
Tristan stepped closer to Sarah. "You probably didn't think that I would find out...," he commented softly.
Sarah grew more confused and walked over even closer to where Tristan was, curiosity overcoming cautiousness, "What are you talking about Tristan?"
"About what you did, Sarah!"
"Tristan, I don't know what you're talking about perhaps if you just told me..."
Tristan couldn't believe how Sarah was acting and shook his head, "No... quit mocking me...," he warned.
"But I don't know what you're talking a-"
Sarah was interrupted as Tristan pinned her against the wall... His eyes ablaze with anger, "Damn it Sarah! I'm not a child. You just can't lie to be like I don't know better. You know very well what you did... You killed Jareth!"
Sarah's eyes widened at the news that was so venomously given to her, "What?!"
"You heard me," Tristan replied, his voice devoid of any emotion as he spat out what Sarah needed to know, "Jareth would be alive if it wasn't for you. You called upon him... went back on your wish... solved the Labyrinth... took back your brother..."
Sarah opened up her mouth to defend herself but Tristan continued, "ALL of that would have been fine. But you just wouldn't stop at that."
Sarah tried to move but Tristan's arm kept her against the wall, she held her breath as Tristan pulled his head closer so all she could see was the hatred in his eyes, "Oh no... You couldn't go home happy with the kid could you? Not satisfied until you said those Goddamn words. COULD YOU?!"
Tristan studied Sarah's expression. "Why the hell are you crying?," he asked, "You must've realized that your brother wasn't there after you did that test of faith thing. Did it even occur to you that your brother was back in his crib?"
Sarah's eyes were all watered up, "No... I thought..." She didn't finish what she was going to say... She couldn't. How do you respond to someone telling you that you caused someone's death? She just stood there...tears flowing freely from her eyes.
Tristan pulled back as the river of tears came to his attention. How could she be crying so much if she was capable of such cruelty? Unless...
...Oh God.
Tristan's face softened as he tilted Sarah's head up so he could look in her eyes, "You really didn't know, did you?," Tristan asked. Seeing Sarah nod, still crying, a pang of guilt hit Tristan. "God... Sarah... I'm so sorry..."
Sarah shook her head, "It's ok Tristan...It's just that Jareth didn't tell me... He said it was a case of Goblinfluenza."
"How'd you know about the Goblinfluenza?," Tristan asked, "Jareth was practically paralyzed when that took effect so he couldn't have told you."
"He told me yesterday."
"But Jareth died two days ago!"
"I know... But that's why Cole and I came here... Jareth wanted us to help him get back in his body."
"WHAT?"
Ok...now Tristan was utterly confused.
But something about the scene was different. She could feel it.
Then, after her first moments of uneasiness, she understood why. Amongst the dancers that gathered around Sarah and Jareth, was a short figure that just glared through his mask. Unlike the others however, this one's menacing glare was strictly reserved for the Goblin King. Sarah couldn't make out the face behind the demonic looking mask but the cold look coming from those dark pupils made her shiver...
Jareth didn't seem to notice as it appeared that he was still looking at her... smiling. Her gaze was on him now but not for long. Someone bumped into her that caused her to look at the offending party. It was that small person again.
The person in the mask gave a dark smile and pointed at the clock... reminding Sarah about the time.
Sarah felt as if she were watching a movie now... unable to control what happened next. She pulled away from Jareth and ran to the edge of the crystal... smashing the surface with the chair.
Amongst the horrified screams of the dancers... a maniacal laugh rang in her ears.
******
Sarah's eyes opened quickly as she sat up from the bed and looked around frantically until she remembered where she was.
Sighing, she fell back onto her pillow and stared at the high ceiling as she thought about her dream. With this being the Underground that could dream could mean anything... or nothing at all. Who the hell was that person and was he there before just un-noticeable?
She fretted about this but finally gave up... going back to sleep.
******
Tristan was dumbfounded as he looked at the scroll. Staring back at him was a picture of Sarah. That however wasn't what got his attention... It was the history associated with her.
Tristan got up and paced the room a bit... wondering what to do... She seemed so NICE... But this made him doubt his sense of judgment.
Glancing down at the table and seeing her picture there... taunting him... he pushed the scrolls off the table. It couldn't be true! He couldn't believe it. That nice woman he spoke with earlier... Responsible for such chaos... such pain?
"Hard to believe, I know," a voice said from behind, "But such is life."
Tristan didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, "So Anya, you did know who she was?"
"Yes I did, Tristan. You don't tend to forget what caused such a big change in your family's lives..." Anya walked towards the table, pausing long enough to put the scrolls back on the table. Tristan watched as Sarah's face was revealed to him once more as Anya opened up the scroll, "Now you know why I said to be careful."
Tristan nodded, "I didn't know she could be so...so..."
"Cold?... Sometimes your dream girl isn't really a dream. Sometimes it's a nightmare."
"How could she do such a thing?"
Why don't you ask her?," Anya suggested, "It won't stop bothering you until you confront your problem."
Tristan sighed and reluctantly nodded, moving towards the door. Anya watched Tristan walk out of the door and then turned her attention towards the scrolls. Scanning through it, she frowned.
Things were deceiving...
******
Cole watched as the castle got further and further in the distance.
"I don't care what you say, we're going the wrong way!," Cole complained.
Jareth clenched his teeth, "for the last time... We are going the right way!"
Cole jumped and would have surely fallen down if it hadn't been for the ghost holding his hand.
Jareth smirked, "Not bad for someone who technically doesn't have a body... Impressed?"
Cole shook his head, "Nah... I saw 'Ghost' last week."
Jareth gave a puzzled look, "Geez boy, how often do you see ghosts?"
"About five times each day."
Jareth shook his head and continued walking... dragging Cole along, "Let's keep it moving."
******
Tristan sat in a chair across from Sarah's bed as she slept... not making a sound... allowing the woman to sleep.
Watching her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, his heart softened. How could someone so peaceful looking can cause so much destruction?
Anya's words echoed to him... Sarah was no innocent... She destroyed! The scrolls even confirmed it.
He caused his heart to grow hard once more as Sarah stirred and looked at him curiously.
"Tristan? What are you doing here?," she asked as she got off the bed. Tristan didn't answer and remained still which caused Sarah to grow uneasy, "Tristan? What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"
Tristan was silent for a bit longer as Sarah came closer. "The answer to both of those my dear," he replied looking up at her, eyes giving a cold look as he stood up, "... is you."
Sarah looked confused, "What?..."
Tristan stepped closer to Sarah. "You probably didn't think that I would find out...," he commented softly.
Sarah grew more confused and walked over even closer to where Tristan was, curiosity overcoming cautiousness, "What are you talking about Tristan?"
"About what you did, Sarah!"
"Tristan, I don't know what you're talking about perhaps if you just told me..."
Tristan couldn't believe how Sarah was acting and shook his head, "No... quit mocking me...," he warned.
"But I don't know what you're talking a-"
Sarah was interrupted as Tristan pinned her against the wall... His eyes ablaze with anger, "Damn it Sarah! I'm not a child. You just can't lie to be like I don't know better. You know very well what you did... You killed Jareth!"
Sarah's eyes widened at the news that was so venomously given to her, "What?!"
"You heard me," Tristan replied, his voice devoid of any emotion as he spat out what Sarah needed to know, "Jareth would be alive if it wasn't for you. You called upon him... went back on your wish... solved the Labyrinth... took back your brother..."
Sarah opened up her mouth to defend herself but Tristan continued, "ALL of that would have been fine. But you just wouldn't stop at that."
Sarah tried to move but Tristan's arm kept her against the wall, she held her breath as Tristan pulled his head closer so all she could see was the hatred in his eyes, "Oh no... You couldn't go home happy with the kid could you? Not satisfied until you said those Goddamn words. COULD YOU?!"
Tristan studied Sarah's expression. "Why the hell are you crying?," he asked, "You must've realized that your brother wasn't there after you did that test of faith thing. Did it even occur to you that your brother was back in his crib?"
Sarah's eyes were all watered up, "No... I thought..." She didn't finish what she was going to say... She couldn't. How do you respond to someone telling you that you caused someone's death? She just stood there...tears flowing freely from her eyes.
Tristan pulled back as the river of tears came to his attention. How could she be crying so much if she was capable of such cruelty? Unless...
...Oh God.
Tristan's face softened as he tilted Sarah's head up so he could look in her eyes, "You really didn't know, did you?," Tristan asked. Seeing Sarah nod, still crying, a pang of guilt hit Tristan. "God... Sarah... I'm so sorry..."
Sarah shook her head, "It's ok Tristan...It's just that Jareth didn't tell me... He said it was a case of Goblinfluenza."
"How'd you know about the Goblinfluenza?," Tristan asked, "Jareth was practically paralyzed when that took effect so he couldn't have told you."
"He told me yesterday."
"But Jareth died two days ago!"
"I know... But that's why Cole and I came here... Jareth wanted us to help him get back in his body."
"WHAT?"
Ok...now Tristan was utterly confused.