Sorry for the long wait, if any of you are still reading. I've been sick
and I'm up to my eyeballs in make up work. So ill be writing a bit, but I
have some severe writer's block, so it may not be that good, but none of it
was, so hey. This ones prolly gonna be uber wordy, because I felt like it.
Enjoy and R&R.
Jareth woke to someone pounding his door, and crying frantically for him. He got up irritably and stalked over to the huge wooden door, whipping it open forcefully. He was about to yell, and rant about being woken when he saw who it was, and the look on her face.
"Chaise, what's wrong?" he asked, immediately softening, and pulling her into a hug. Chaise babbled something unintelligible, and started hyperventilating. Jareth pulled her away, and shook her slightly. "Chaise, calm down, what's wrong. What happened to you?" She started babbling again, and all Jareth could hear was "Sarah.... Sarah"
Jareth stopped listening when he heard Sarah's name, he took up Chaise and began walking toward Sarah's room, his face was a mask, showing no emotion, but inside he was a hurricane. He didn't even want to imagine the worst possible scenario, and the runners up weren't any less dire. Jareth finally turned the corner into the hallway that Sarah's room was in and saw her curled into the corner, crying and shaking.
Jareth began to pull Chaise down the hallway, but she dug her heels in and refused to go any farther just before they reached Sarah's door.
"What is wrong with you?" Jareth asked, turning to face Chaise. She was shielding her eyes, and crying, trying to turn away from the door. She looked up and pointed into the room. Jareth turned his head and looked, and then jumped back, muffling a startled "holy shit!" with his hand.
Jareth walked slowly into the room, on the way grabbing a statue of a unicorn with a pointy horn. He walked cautiously, glancing side to side as he made his way to the bed. He stifled a gag reflex as he looked at the spectacle. There were bloody goblin limbs and heads piled onto the bed, spilling over onto the floor. The centerpiece of the horribly grotesque spectacle was a goblin head, scalped and skinned, the hair and skin lying on either side of it. Jareth saw the horribly distorted face and growled as his anger finally overloaded.
The beheaded goblin was his most trusted subject, who had been by Jareth's side since it had been born. The rest were his close subjects, the ones that had a name in the castle, not just anonymous gobliness. He saw and recognized their faces in the dismembered mess. Jareth looked around, searching for the one who committed this monstrosity. He saw no one, so he searched in the bathroom and the wardrobe. Nothing.
Still uncomfortable, Jareth went over to the traumatized Sarah and tried to comfort her, taking her crying, shaking form into his arms and rocking her, making comforting sounds like he had seen her do with Toby so many times. When she had finally calmed down, Jareth had taken her and Chaise into his room, and decided to tend to the mess himself. He didn't want to make the goblins clean up the bloody remains of their friends. Too many beings had been upset tonight.
As he walked down the hall toward his room, his task finished and Sarah's room as it was before, Jareth thought for the first time throughout the whole ordeal. He had become numb while cleaning, his emotions overriding what his conscious brain could hold. ~What if they do the same to Sarah while she's sleeping? What about Chaise, and will they even be able to sleep? How do I know they're gone? What if they're hiding somewhere? How did they get in? What surprises are lying throughout the rest of the castle?~
All of these questions loaded the weary king's mind as he turned and walked away from his inviting bedroom, to check the rest of the castle. He didn't want to give Sarah any more welcome home surprises. Thankfully, the rest of the castle was undisturbed, goblins, alive and awake on post, nothing out of order, which raised disturbing suspicions as to how the culprits got in.
As Jareth wandered back to his room, he contemplated the safety of letting Sarah stay in her room. He decided to ask her to stay in another. The same went for Chaise as far as he was concerned. Jareth wearily pushed open the door to find Sarah and Chaise, wide eyed and staring at nothing, their bodies in a dormant state, but their minds unable to stop thinking, because if they did, they would think about what had just happened. Sarah was sitting in front of Chaise, and they were both staring into the fire. Chaise was absently toying with Sarah's hair and Sarah was playing with the bottom of her nightgown.
When Jareth opened the door, they both looked in his direction with absent glassy eyes. Jareth looked at the girls worriedly. They had both been in here alone for a long time. Who knew if it was they anymore? Their glassy eyes and slow silent manner unnerved him, until Sarah burst out into tears, and then Chaise.
***Sarah was sitting on the floor, shock and exhaustion all over her face. Chaise had sat down behind her and began taking her hair out of its braid. Sarah turned and looked at her questioningly.
"I need something to do." Explained Chaise. Sarah nodded and went back to staring into the fire. They sat like that for a long time, Chaise braiding and rebraiding Sarah's hair, when Sarah startled the still air and spoke.
"Chaise... Where is he?" She inquired softly
"I don't know Sarah. Checking things around the castle I suppose."
"Why did this happen, who could have done something this horrible?"
"Horrible beings Sarah. With horrible hearts."
"Chaise... forgive me for being bold, but, who are you? I mean, how do you know Jareth, Why did he assign you to be my... To help me around? I'm not dumb Chaise; I know he wouldn't give me just any helper around the castle, so why you?"
"Well, Sarah, you question is of no boldness to me, I don't mind. I hoped we could become somewhat of friends during your stay, and I suppose you should know, considering you very well may end up getting involved with the king.... I'm his sister. We have the same mother. After our mother died, our father wanted nothing to do with me, so I was made a servant. But Jareth, he wouldn't have it, and He took care of me, he gave me my own room, and got me good food and clothes, of course when my father saw me, I had to look unhealthy and worked, and I had to be dressed in rags.
"My father always was a jealous man and the fact that I was a symbol of him not being good enough in bed for my mother always made him hate me. So I was brought up as a bastard princess with servants duties, and only when my father died could I take on a normal royal life."
"...........Wow." Sarah said absently after Chaise finished her story, and though for a moment. Then she turned and asked her
"Chaise, if you led a normal royal life, why did Jareth appoint you to be my maid?" Chaise smiled and laughed, leaving Sarah confused. The she explained to her that she had wanted to do it, because she didn't want her brother's ladylove to have just any mediocre goblin servant.
"Oh..." Sarah said and then slowly turned back around. Chaise wasn't sure if any of the conversation was absorbing into Sarah's mind, or just bouncing off the surface, but she could see that Sarah was thinking about something. After a few minutes of silence, Sarah asked Chaise
"Where do you think he is? He's been out there a long time.... I wonder if something has happened to him...?"
"I don't know Sarah. Perhaps something has happened to him. If we go out there, it's bound to happen to us too. Let us wait until daylight when dark forces are weaker, then we search if he still does not return."
Sarah nodded absently, and they both stared into the fire, and settled themselves for a long night of waiting.
A few hours later, after the fire had turned to embers, and the girls' bodies had gone dormant, their eyes becoming glassy and unblinking, they heard the door creak. They both slowly turned. This was either their end, or their loved one. As Sarah saw Jareth's weary face, she burst into stinging tears, and then Chaise followed suit. ***
Hours later, the three still could not sleep, images of dismembered goblins lurking beneath busy thoughts. Every time one closed their eyes, one would see a leering dead goblin face. Jareth had settled onto the floor with Sarah in his lap, and Chaise in the chair behind them, Jareth leaning on her legs. Jareth broke the hour-long silence, by quietly addressing Sarah.
"I don't believe you should go back to your old room Sarah. I should like it if you move to another... or, perhaps... stay with me? In my room?"
Sarah looked up at him in a daze of exhaustion and nodded, laying her head on his chest. Jareth turned his head to look up at Chaise.
"You too. I don't want you going back. You are welcome to stay in my sideroom... Please. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to either of you." Chaise nodded, and then spoke.
"I'm going to try and get some sleep. Goodnight Sarah, Goodnight Jareth." With that said, she eased her legs out from under Jareth and walked over to the sideroom door.
"Get some sleep you two." She said before opening the door and walking through.
Jareth kissed Sarah on her forehead and scooped her up. He walked over to his bed, laying Sarah down. He lay beside her and brushed her hair off her face. Gathering her in his arms, he hugged her crushingly and settled in to wait until the morning.
Jareth woke to someone pounding his door, and crying frantically for him. He got up irritably and stalked over to the huge wooden door, whipping it open forcefully. He was about to yell, and rant about being woken when he saw who it was, and the look on her face.
"Chaise, what's wrong?" he asked, immediately softening, and pulling her into a hug. Chaise babbled something unintelligible, and started hyperventilating. Jareth pulled her away, and shook her slightly. "Chaise, calm down, what's wrong. What happened to you?" She started babbling again, and all Jareth could hear was "Sarah.... Sarah"
Jareth stopped listening when he heard Sarah's name, he took up Chaise and began walking toward Sarah's room, his face was a mask, showing no emotion, but inside he was a hurricane. He didn't even want to imagine the worst possible scenario, and the runners up weren't any less dire. Jareth finally turned the corner into the hallway that Sarah's room was in and saw her curled into the corner, crying and shaking.
Jareth began to pull Chaise down the hallway, but she dug her heels in and refused to go any farther just before they reached Sarah's door.
"What is wrong with you?" Jareth asked, turning to face Chaise. She was shielding her eyes, and crying, trying to turn away from the door. She looked up and pointed into the room. Jareth turned his head and looked, and then jumped back, muffling a startled "holy shit!" with his hand.
Jareth walked slowly into the room, on the way grabbing a statue of a unicorn with a pointy horn. He walked cautiously, glancing side to side as he made his way to the bed. He stifled a gag reflex as he looked at the spectacle. There were bloody goblin limbs and heads piled onto the bed, spilling over onto the floor. The centerpiece of the horribly grotesque spectacle was a goblin head, scalped and skinned, the hair and skin lying on either side of it. Jareth saw the horribly distorted face and growled as his anger finally overloaded.
The beheaded goblin was his most trusted subject, who had been by Jareth's side since it had been born. The rest were his close subjects, the ones that had a name in the castle, not just anonymous gobliness. He saw and recognized their faces in the dismembered mess. Jareth looked around, searching for the one who committed this monstrosity. He saw no one, so he searched in the bathroom and the wardrobe. Nothing.
Still uncomfortable, Jareth went over to the traumatized Sarah and tried to comfort her, taking her crying, shaking form into his arms and rocking her, making comforting sounds like he had seen her do with Toby so many times. When she had finally calmed down, Jareth had taken her and Chaise into his room, and decided to tend to the mess himself. He didn't want to make the goblins clean up the bloody remains of their friends. Too many beings had been upset tonight.
As he walked down the hall toward his room, his task finished and Sarah's room as it was before, Jareth thought for the first time throughout the whole ordeal. He had become numb while cleaning, his emotions overriding what his conscious brain could hold. ~What if they do the same to Sarah while she's sleeping? What about Chaise, and will they even be able to sleep? How do I know they're gone? What if they're hiding somewhere? How did they get in? What surprises are lying throughout the rest of the castle?~
All of these questions loaded the weary king's mind as he turned and walked away from his inviting bedroom, to check the rest of the castle. He didn't want to give Sarah any more welcome home surprises. Thankfully, the rest of the castle was undisturbed, goblins, alive and awake on post, nothing out of order, which raised disturbing suspicions as to how the culprits got in.
As Jareth wandered back to his room, he contemplated the safety of letting Sarah stay in her room. He decided to ask her to stay in another. The same went for Chaise as far as he was concerned. Jareth wearily pushed open the door to find Sarah and Chaise, wide eyed and staring at nothing, their bodies in a dormant state, but their minds unable to stop thinking, because if they did, they would think about what had just happened. Sarah was sitting in front of Chaise, and they were both staring into the fire. Chaise was absently toying with Sarah's hair and Sarah was playing with the bottom of her nightgown.
When Jareth opened the door, they both looked in his direction with absent glassy eyes. Jareth looked at the girls worriedly. They had both been in here alone for a long time. Who knew if it was they anymore? Their glassy eyes and slow silent manner unnerved him, until Sarah burst out into tears, and then Chaise.
***Sarah was sitting on the floor, shock and exhaustion all over her face. Chaise had sat down behind her and began taking her hair out of its braid. Sarah turned and looked at her questioningly.
"I need something to do." Explained Chaise. Sarah nodded and went back to staring into the fire. They sat like that for a long time, Chaise braiding and rebraiding Sarah's hair, when Sarah startled the still air and spoke.
"Chaise... Where is he?" She inquired softly
"I don't know Sarah. Checking things around the castle I suppose."
"Why did this happen, who could have done something this horrible?"
"Horrible beings Sarah. With horrible hearts."
"Chaise... forgive me for being bold, but, who are you? I mean, how do you know Jareth, Why did he assign you to be my... To help me around? I'm not dumb Chaise; I know he wouldn't give me just any helper around the castle, so why you?"
"Well, Sarah, you question is of no boldness to me, I don't mind. I hoped we could become somewhat of friends during your stay, and I suppose you should know, considering you very well may end up getting involved with the king.... I'm his sister. We have the same mother. After our mother died, our father wanted nothing to do with me, so I was made a servant. But Jareth, he wouldn't have it, and He took care of me, he gave me my own room, and got me good food and clothes, of course when my father saw me, I had to look unhealthy and worked, and I had to be dressed in rags.
"My father always was a jealous man and the fact that I was a symbol of him not being good enough in bed for my mother always made him hate me. So I was brought up as a bastard princess with servants duties, and only when my father died could I take on a normal royal life."
"...........Wow." Sarah said absently after Chaise finished her story, and though for a moment. Then she turned and asked her
"Chaise, if you led a normal royal life, why did Jareth appoint you to be my maid?" Chaise smiled and laughed, leaving Sarah confused. The she explained to her that she had wanted to do it, because she didn't want her brother's ladylove to have just any mediocre goblin servant.
"Oh..." Sarah said and then slowly turned back around. Chaise wasn't sure if any of the conversation was absorbing into Sarah's mind, or just bouncing off the surface, but she could see that Sarah was thinking about something. After a few minutes of silence, Sarah asked Chaise
"Where do you think he is? He's been out there a long time.... I wonder if something has happened to him...?"
"I don't know Sarah. Perhaps something has happened to him. If we go out there, it's bound to happen to us too. Let us wait until daylight when dark forces are weaker, then we search if he still does not return."
Sarah nodded absently, and they both stared into the fire, and settled themselves for a long night of waiting.
A few hours later, after the fire had turned to embers, and the girls' bodies had gone dormant, their eyes becoming glassy and unblinking, they heard the door creak. They both slowly turned. This was either their end, or their loved one. As Sarah saw Jareth's weary face, she burst into stinging tears, and then Chaise followed suit. ***
Hours later, the three still could not sleep, images of dismembered goblins lurking beneath busy thoughts. Every time one closed their eyes, one would see a leering dead goblin face. Jareth had settled onto the floor with Sarah in his lap, and Chaise in the chair behind them, Jareth leaning on her legs. Jareth broke the hour-long silence, by quietly addressing Sarah.
"I don't believe you should go back to your old room Sarah. I should like it if you move to another... or, perhaps... stay with me? In my room?"
Sarah looked up at him in a daze of exhaustion and nodded, laying her head on his chest. Jareth turned his head to look up at Chaise.
"You too. I don't want you going back. You are welcome to stay in my sideroom... Please. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to either of you." Chaise nodded, and then spoke.
"I'm going to try and get some sleep. Goodnight Sarah, Goodnight Jareth." With that said, she eased her legs out from under Jareth and walked over to the sideroom door.
"Get some sleep you two." She said before opening the door and walking through.
Jareth kissed Sarah on her forehead and scooped her up. He walked over to his bed, laying Sarah down. He lay beside her and brushed her hair off her face. Gathering her in his arms, he hugged her crushingly and settled in to wait until the morning.