Sarah woke with a start. She had been dreaming, or had she? Looking down she realized that she was home in her bed. But sadly she couldn't remember how she got there or how she got into the clothes she was in. Her memory was blurred and she couldn't remember much of the night before, except that she had been at her friends ball.
Getting up, she sighed. Her feet ached like there was no tomorrow. And the memory of the dream still hung about her head. She couldn't think of anything, except the man who had dressed as the Goblin King. Sarah looked at the clock and groaned. It was ten thirty. She was late, again. Quickly she threw on some clean cloths and ran out the door, only hoping that she could make it there before eleven.
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Jareth sighed. The night had been wonderful. Rick had set the ball up perfect for him. And all went well, until he was called back. They had called him back for nothing, simply to get him home so they could feel safe. The damned little things were annoying to him at times. He sighed again. The goblins. They were more a bother day by day, then they ever had been. Was it because he was gone so much, or was it because they felt him to be unworthy to rule? Jareth shrugged to no one, just to himself as he walked down the hall, towards the Kitchen.
He couldn't remember the last time he had even eaten in his own castle. He was always in the aboveground it seemed. Even though it was dangerous for him, he didn't care. He still loved Sarah, and watching her through a crystal ball was not enough any more. He had watched her grow from the young girl he knew, to a grown woman. And he desperately wanted her back in his life. Last night intervention was enough to drive him mad. But he had gone, nonetheless and enjoyed himself.
As he entered the kitchen, the cook looked up and a grin spread across her face.
"Welcome, My Lord." She bowed to him. "Is there anything I can get you?" Jareth watched as she whipped her wet hand on her clean apron. She was a human woman, short and plump. She had been in Jareth's service since he was a boy. His father had cast a spell of immortality upon her, when Jareth was born. She had been his nanny, in a way, since his mother had died when he was very young.
Jareth nodded as he spoke. "Yes, Marre, you can. I am starving for some of you cooking. Aboveground food is not as good as your cooking. I don't think it ever will be."
Marre's eyes seemed to lite up at this compliment. "Thank you Lord Jareth." She smiled at him and bowed again. Jareth only allowed her to call him by his name, when it came to his servants. A select few were allowed to in some cases. But only in some cases. Taking a seat, Jareth rested his head on his hand, creating a crystal with the other.
Sarah appeared in the crystal. She hadn't even changed or done her hair, he notice. Even when he had taken her home, late into the night, well after the time she should have been home, he hadn't thought to set her alarm. Not that it would have woken her. She had probably been so drunk that she couldn't remember even dancing with him at the ball, they had attended.
The image in the crystal ball changed and Jareth saw Sarah smiling brightly at her boss, who was holding out a check and small slip of paper. It was he check and raise notice. Jareth couldn't help but grin. At least she had gotten something that she had wanted. But something about the mans eyes disturbed him. They were to dark and to mischievous. Something about the man troubled him. Jareth was about to look into his mind when Marre set a plate down in front of him rather loudly. She spoke somewhat harshly to him.
"If you keep on looking into those crystal balls of yours, you're going to go blind from staring and drooling. I know you like the girl, but I don't think you need to drool over her." Jareth blinked and touched his chin. Sure enough there was a bit of moisture there. Jareth whipped it off and made the ball disappear.
"Sorry Marre. I cant help it sometimes."
Marre nodded and got back to her work, speaking more kindly this time. "It's all right Jareth. But really, you should do something if you care about her that much. She may have rejected you and solved the Labyrinth. But that doesn't mean you cannot see her or speak to her."
Jareth mumbled. "I already did. She freaked out and got drunk." His words were muffled with food and Marre growled.
"What did you do, scare her?" She glared at him and Jareth swallowed hard.
"I didn't mean to if I did. I was simply dancing with her. And when the goblins called me back I hinted at who I was. She caught on quite quick and ran away from then bench right after I disappeared."
Marre sighed. "Well, I guess you will just have to try again, now wont you?"
Jareth blinked at her. "Marre. She's got her own life. I've about given up and almost decided to watch from afar. Sure, she thinks about me once and a while. I know that by how she fingers the crystal orb I let her. But I doubt there is anything more then that. She's probably moved on." Jareth felt like a child talking about Sarah to Marre. But Marre was like the mother he had lost at the age of two. Marre could never take the full place of his real mother, but he loved the woman nonetheless. And he could talk to her about everything. Even her scolding and advice didn't bother him. He knew she meant it because she cared, not because she wanted to anger him.
Jareth ate his food quietly as Marre hummed a tune. When she spoke it was almost a whisper. "I think you are wrong Jareth." Jareth stopped eating at this and looked up, rather confused at her words and tone.
"What do you mean Marre?"
Marre sighed and stared out the window of the dim room. "I mean that I don't think she has moved on yet. I've watched her Jareth. Even though you wish I wouldn't, I have. She is constantly looking into the crystal you gave her, as if hoping you will return. She hasn't taken it off once."
Jareth growled. "Marre.."
Marre raised her hand and cut him off. "No. You are going to listen. You may be my king and you may rule this land. But I will have my say in this. You need to speak to her, get to know her. You are already starting to play games with her, by appearing out of no where. I know she has seen you more then just last night. And I know she is starting to worry that she is seeing things. I've listened to her talk in her sleep, and to herself. She thinks she's losing her mind because of your childish games."
Jareth stood at this. "Marre that is enough! I will not have this! I will do as I please when I please!"
Marre spoke again her features masked this time. "Jareth your father gave me more than just immortality and you know it. You know I use that power to watch you. And you know what I say is true. You must stop these games before one of you is hurt again. You know this to be true." Jareth turned away from her and stormed out of the room. He was not going to be told that he was childish. And he was not going to be told what to do. As he walked he disappeared.
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Marre sighed, feeling Jareth leave. "Jareth..why must you play these games. You are to much like your father.." She sighed and shook her head, getting back to work.
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Sarah walked out of the double doors of the office building she worked in. As she walked to the crosswalk, she began to cross. Looking to her right, she saw him. She saw Jareth. His hair was tossing in the breeze and he was standing on a light post. Stopping, she stared. She didn't hear the people yelling for her to watch out. All she saw was him. She barely noticed the truck coming at her at forty miles per-hour. Her mind wouldn't work, nothing would work, she was frozen in time and in shock. And then..everything went black.
Getting up, she sighed. Her feet ached like there was no tomorrow. And the memory of the dream still hung about her head. She couldn't think of anything, except the man who had dressed as the Goblin King. Sarah looked at the clock and groaned. It was ten thirty. She was late, again. Quickly she threw on some clean cloths and ran out the door, only hoping that she could make it there before eleven.
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Jareth sighed. The night had been wonderful. Rick had set the ball up perfect for him. And all went well, until he was called back. They had called him back for nothing, simply to get him home so they could feel safe. The damned little things were annoying to him at times. He sighed again. The goblins. They were more a bother day by day, then they ever had been. Was it because he was gone so much, or was it because they felt him to be unworthy to rule? Jareth shrugged to no one, just to himself as he walked down the hall, towards the Kitchen.
He couldn't remember the last time he had even eaten in his own castle. He was always in the aboveground it seemed. Even though it was dangerous for him, he didn't care. He still loved Sarah, and watching her through a crystal ball was not enough any more. He had watched her grow from the young girl he knew, to a grown woman. And he desperately wanted her back in his life. Last night intervention was enough to drive him mad. But he had gone, nonetheless and enjoyed himself.
As he entered the kitchen, the cook looked up and a grin spread across her face.
"Welcome, My Lord." She bowed to him. "Is there anything I can get you?" Jareth watched as she whipped her wet hand on her clean apron. She was a human woman, short and plump. She had been in Jareth's service since he was a boy. His father had cast a spell of immortality upon her, when Jareth was born. She had been his nanny, in a way, since his mother had died when he was very young.
Jareth nodded as he spoke. "Yes, Marre, you can. I am starving for some of you cooking. Aboveground food is not as good as your cooking. I don't think it ever will be."
Marre's eyes seemed to lite up at this compliment. "Thank you Lord Jareth." She smiled at him and bowed again. Jareth only allowed her to call him by his name, when it came to his servants. A select few were allowed to in some cases. But only in some cases. Taking a seat, Jareth rested his head on his hand, creating a crystal with the other.
Sarah appeared in the crystal. She hadn't even changed or done her hair, he notice. Even when he had taken her home, late into the night, well after the time she should have been home, he hadn't thought to set her alarm. Not that it would have woken her. She had probably been so drunk that she couldn't remember even dancing with him at the ball, they had attended.
The image in the crystal ball changed and Jareth saw Sarah smiling brightly at her boss, who was holding out a check and small slip of paper. It was he check and raise notice. Jareth couldn't help but grin. At least she had gotten something that she had wanted. But something about the mans eyes disturbed him. They were to dark and to mischievous. Something about the man troubled him. Jareth was about to look into his mind when Marre set a plate down in front of him rather loudly. She spoke somewhat harshly to him.
"If you keep on looking into those crystal balls of yours, you're going to go blind from staring and drooling. I know you like the girl, but I don't think you need to drool over her." Jareth blinked and touched his chin. Sure enough there was a bit of moisture there. Jareth whipped it off and made the ball disappear.
"Sorry Marre. I cant help it sometimes."
Marre nodded and got back to her work, speaking more kindly this time. "It's all right Jareth. But really, you should do something if you care about her that much. She may have rejected you and solved the Labyrinth. But that doesn't mean you cannot see her or speak to her."
Jareth mumbled. "I already did. She freaked out and got drunk." His words were muffled with food and Marre growled.
"What did you do, scare her?" She glared at him and Jareth swallowed hard.
"I didn't mean to if I did. I was simply dancing with her. And when the goblins called me back I hinted at who I was. She caught on quite quick and ran away from then bench right after I disappeared."
Marre sighed. "Well, I guess you will just have to try again, now wont you?"
Jareth blinked at her. "Marre. She's got her own life. I've about given up and almost decided to watch from afar. Sure, she thinks about me once and a while. I know that by how she fingers the crystal orb I let her. But I doubt there is anything more then that. She's probably moved on." Jareth felt like a child talking about Sarah to Marre. But Marre was like the mother he had lost at the age of two. Marre could never take the full place of his real mother, but he loved the woman nonetheless. And he could talk to her about everything. Even her scolding and advice didn't bother him. He knew she meant it because she cared, not because she wanted to anger him.
Jareth ate his food quietly as Marre hummed a tune. When she spoke it was almost a whisper. "I think you are wrong Jareth." Jareth stopped eating at this and looked up, rather confused at her words and tone.
"What do you mean Marre?"
Marre sighed and stared out the window of the dim room. "I mean that I don't think she has moved on yet. I've watched her Jareth. Even though you wish I wouldn't, I have. She is constantly looking into the crystal you gave her, as if hoping you will return. She hasn't taken it off once."
Jareth growled. "Marre.."
Marre raised her hand and cut him off. "No. You are going to listen. You may be my king and you may rule this land. But I will have my say in this. You need to speak to her, get to know her. You are already starting to play games with her, by appearing out of no where. I know she has seen you more then just last night. And I know she is starting to worry that she is seeing things. I've listened to her talk in her sleep, and to herself. She thinks she's losing her mind because of your childish games."
Jareth stood at this. "Marre that is enough! I will not have this! I will do as I please when I please!"
Marre spoke again her features masked this time. "Jareth your father gave me more than just immortality and you know it. You know I use that power to watch you. And you know what I say is true. You must stop these games before one of you is hurt again. You know this to be true." Jareth turned away from her and stormed out of the room. He was not going to be told that he was childish. And he was not going to be told what to do. As he walked he disappeared.
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Marre sighed, feeling Jareth leave. "Jareth..why must you play these games. You are to much like your father.." She sighed and shook her head, getting back to work.
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Sarah walked out of the double doors of the office building she worked in. As she walked to the crosswalk, she began to cross. Looking to her right, she saw him. She saw Jareth. His hair was tossing in the breeze and he was standing on a light post. Stopping, she stared. She didn't hear the people yelling for her to watch out. All she saw was him. She barely noticed the truck coming at her at forty miles per-hour. Her mind wouldn't work, nothing would work, she was frozen in time and in shock. And then..everything went black.