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Ocean Fairy

Last bit of chap 12

She was worried. The images, the book's message, it was too much of a coincidence. Something was going to happen tonight. She just hoped she was wrong.

Now on with the chapter.

Chapter 13

It was really late now. Sarah was lying awake in her bed as she had been for hours; this was the first night Jareth had not slept in her room with her.

He had decided to act the gentleman and felt that it would not be appropriate to do so now that she was well again.

She wished that he hadn't left her tonight. She was scared, but she wasn't going to go running to him; she was stronger than that.

She needed to take her mind off her situation. She thought about earlier in the evening.

She and Jareth had had such a nice time together; they'd sat with a bottle of wine on the huge balcony outside Jareth's room.

They had not discussed the events earlier today and she was glad, they had scared her enough at the time. But now these events were coming back to haunt her. She could not sleep and she kept having the feeling of being watched.

"Stop it!" she scolded herself. "There's nothing here except your bloody imagination." She withdrew Jareth's crystal from the drawer and held it tightly. It always felt so warm. It gave her comfort, she closed her eyes.

In fact Sarah was being watched. Two bright red eyes burned in the corner of her room, never leaving her.

She was waiting for her signal to pounce. The women, who the eyes belonged to, faded away in to the darkness.

She then reappeared right next to Sarah whose back was to her.

Bending down she took a strand of Sarah's hair in her hand.

"Such a pretty little thing." And she chuckled.

Sarah froze- there was someone with her!

She jumped up and spun around, ready to attack the person who was next to her.

But she found to her horror that she was alone in her room. The window burst open and the curtains blew wildly. Whatever had been in the room with her had gone.

"Shit!" she cursed. She had not imagined this, she had to tell Jareth.

Tripping over her bed covers, she shot out of bed and down the corridor.

It was pitch black out in the corridor, every one of the candles that normally lighted the way were out.

Not letting something as trivial as the dark faze her, she kept on going counting the doors to Jareth's room as she went.

"One, two, three. Ah, here it is!"

She burst in to his room.

"Jareth! There was-"

She got cut off as someone grabbed her from behind and dragged her out of the room. Sarah screamed and stamped her foot. A masculine groan of pain alerted her that she had hit her target; she took the opportunity to run for it.

She managed to get out in to the corridor before something grabbed her left arm, she screamed and reacted instantly as she struck the man (which she now realised him to be) with her right hand as hard as she could.

The slap echoed down the corridor. The man growled and shoved Sarah in to a wall roughly before she could run. The man gave off a red glow and illuminated the corridor; he was tall, about the same height as Jareth, and had near black hair.

He stared at her a look of fury on his face; she stared back in horror. He had deep green eyes with flickers of red flashing inside them.

This was the man she had seen years ago. This was the man who had taken Toby.

After what seemed like hours of staring he spoke his voice was deep and animal-like.

"How dare you, no one has ever struck me before," he growled.

Sarah didn't know if she was being brave or extremely foolish as she replied, "Then maybe I've done you some good."

The man scowled. "I wonder what Jareth sees in such a filthy, disobedient wench." With that he slapped her hard across the face. "You will never speak to me like that again, do you understand?"

Sarah nodded she placed a hand on her bruised cheek. The pain was unbearable; she slid to the ground. She took her hand down and looked at her palm. She saw blood; he'd split her lip.

She heard a crashing noise and a roar. Jareth came hurtling out of his room throwing crystals and shouting hexes at the man.

He just laughed while blocking everything that Jareth threw at him.

Knowing that this was not working, Jareth lunged for him, knocking him to the ground.

Sarah watched in horror as the two men punched and kicked each other on the floor.

She watched as the man stood up.

A ball of fire came from his hand; it flew through the air before hitting Jareth squarely in the chest.

It flung him towards the wall and pinned him there.

The fire illuminated Jareth's face.

Sarah saw the pain and horror on it as he slowly slid up the wall.

"Lilleth!" the man boomed.

A woman (could you call her that) exited Jareth's room.

Sarah stared at her. Indeed she was beautiful, yet the most evil creature she had ever seen. She was wearing a full length red dress which accented every curve on her body, jet black hair down to her waist her eyes were bright red.

"Yes?" she questioned the man.

"I thought you had the goblin chained up and ready to go."

She walked up to Jareth who was still pinned to the wall.

"Oh, I did," she put her hand on his face. "But he actually managed to break free."

Jareth spat at her, it being the only thing he could do to show his disgust of her. It landed on her chest. Her eyes burnt black.

"So cute yet so stupid." She grinned showing every one of her white teeth. The hand on Jareth's face began to smoke.

He clenched his fists. She was burning off the very flesh on his face and enjoying it.

He wanted to yell out loud anything to make her stop, but he would not she did not deserve to see his pain.

Instead he looked at Sarah; she was still crouched on the floor. She was staring at him silent tears streaming down her face. He wished he could go to her.

She needed to go to him; he was in so much pain. She could see it in his eyes.

How could that woman do that to him?

Lilleth withdrew her hand from Jareth's face.

A huge black and red hand print scarred his face, it looked awful.

"Oh you poor thing and so brave, not a whimper," she giggled. "Here I'll make it better." She kissed him and the mark vanished.

Sarah could not take this any more. She shot up and ran for the women; she was ready to kill her.

"No Sarah!" Jareth shouted.

Lilleth waited until the last moment, turned around and smacked Sarah to the floor.

She kicked her in the side causing Sarah to double up on the floor in pain.

The woman in red bent down.

"You better watch yourself or you'll get the same treatment as your boyfriend her," she hissed.

The man who had threatened Sarah just moments ago was leaning against the wall, watching the whole scene unfold.

He was thoroughly enjoying watching his wife torturing his victims.

The man grinned, he loved her- she was so cruel, just like him.

"Come, come now, you've had your fun," he smirked.

She flashed her killer smile back at him.

He waved his hand and Jareth disappeared.

"What have you done with him?" Sarah shouted. She had one arm around her stomach, the other she was using to desperately pull herself up; the girl was coughing and trying her best not to be sick.

The man lifted her up with his magic and with his other hand he opened the door to the library. (He too could conjure crystals, made of fire naturally.)

"That is no concern of yours." He threw her inside and she landed hard on the floor in the center of the room.

He said something and all the shelves and books melted away replacing themselves with steel walls. He'd turned it in to a prison for her.

He walked out and was about to seal the door, when Lilleth shouted, "Wait, she has one of his crystals."

Sarah groaned as the woman marched up to her and held her pale hand out to her.

"Give it to me Sarah," she demanded.

"No!" Sarah replied stubbornly.

Lilleth stood still for a moment before scramming Sarah all down her face.

"Give me the crystal Sarah!" she repeated.

Sarah looked at her defiantly before chucking it out of the room.

Lilleth's eyes burnt black with anger and she hurled Sarah across the room easily with a flick of her wrist, as if Sarah was nothing but a piece or rubbish.

Sarah landed hard against one of the iron walls that imprisoned her. Everything went black.

"Jareth," she whispered.