Hey all its been an uber long time since I've written and im in
particularly crappy overloaded mood, so if its ranty or pooey, sorry. And,
muahahaha this will be an unbelievably short chappy. Disclaimer first
chappy.
Jareth awoke the next morning and stared down at Sarah's face, peaceful in her sleep, oblivious to the horrors yet another day may bring them. He brushed her hair off her cheek and kissed her forehead, getting up to make sure there was food ready for her when she woke up.
Sarah was in a cold room, in a luxurious blue bed. She was finely dressed, and happy, but it wasn't a normal happy. It was strange. She knew something was missing, but she didn't care. She had everything she wanted, right? She felt a hand on her shoulder, Ice cold, but warm at the same time. She smiled. It was him. "It's time to go, Sarah." He whispered into her ear. He offered a hand to help her up, and took her elbow. They were walking down a beautiful hallway, but it was dark. She could see bright sunlight outside. They reached the doorway, and sunlight blinded her for a moment. She looked ahead. There was a high platform, and on it stood a guillotine. There were no visible people, but she knew there was a crowd, perhaps watching from windows of their safe homes. She smiled and waved. He led her forward. Sarah walked towards the guillotine, strangely happy and content. It wasn't right, but it was. He led her up the platform steps and bound her hands. She looked back at him, and couldn't make out his face.She knelt down and put her neck on the block, laughing with joy, and then the glint of metal, and her head rolled off the other side of the platform.
Sarah woke, panting, sweat dripping off her forehead. She tried to sit up, but her head hurt too much. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Aja sitting by her bed. Preparing another cool washcloth for her neck, and Jareth pacing. Chaise was sitting in another chair by Aja, preparing cooling balms for Sarah's skin. Jareth saw she was awake first, and hurried to her side.
"Sarah! Are you alright?" Sarah winced as he yelled, her head pounding harder.
"I'm okay.... My head just hurts." She replied. "what happened? ... Who are you?" She asked Aja.
"You have been asleep for two weeks, child. Fevering and sweating for days. We thought for certain you would die." Sarah looked at Aja and Jareth, Shocked.
"It can't have been that long.... It just couldn't..." She protested weakly, but knew it was true. "Jareth, why is this happening to me? Nothing has been going right since I came here.... I keep having these... dreams..." Sarah described them to Jareth, and saw his mental gears turning, trying to make sense of them. "And what about those poor goblins...?"
"I don't know Sarah." He admitted weakly. "I don't know." Jareth stood for a few moments, thinking, and finally said "Sarah, if you want to back aboveground.... I would understand..."
"No!" She said fiercely, surprising him. "I wouldn't be any better off. How do you know that those dreams won't follow me back, and then I wouldn't even have you. I'm not going."
"very well." He said. "we'll have to find out what is happening. More accurately, who is doing these things. It's rather obvious by now that I have some enemy, I need to find out who, and how they got in." "I need to do some things Sarah... meanwhile, I don't want you out of Aja or Chaise's sight, and try not to fall asleep." He kissed her forehead, and walked out of the room.
Several hours later, Jareth sat in his study, brooding over details of Sarah's dreams, and the massacre of goblins. He knew everything fit together, but he didn't know how or where. He thought about all of his enemies that weren't locked in oubliettes, and the ones that were, but nothing seemed to match, So, fruitless, he went to join Sarah for dinner.
Jareth awoke the next morning and stared down at Sarah's face, peaceful in her sleep, oblivious to the horrors yet another day may bring them. He brushed her hair off her cheek and kissed her forehead, getting up to make sure there was food ready for her when she woke up.
Sarah was in a cold room, in a luxurious blue bed. She was finely dressed, and happy, but it wasn't a normal happy. It was strange. She knew something was missing, but she didn't care. She had everything she wanted, right? She felt a hand on her shoulder, Ice cold, but warm at the same time. She smiled. It was him. "It's time to go, Sarah." He whispered into her ear. He offered a hand to help her up, and took her elbow. They were walking down a beautiful hallway, but it was dark. She could see bright sunlight outside. They reached the doorway, and sunlight blinded her for a moment. She looked ahead. There was a high platform, and on it stood a guillotine. There were no visible people, but she knew there was a crowd, perhaps watching from windows of their safe homes. She smiled and waved. He led her forward. Sarah walked towards the guillotine, strangely happy and content. It wasn't right, but it was. He led her up the platform steps and bound her hands. She looked back at him, and couldn't make out his face.She knelt down and put her neck on the block, laughing with joy, and then the glint of metal, and her head rolled off the other side of the platform.
Sarah woke, panting, sweat dripping off her forehead. She tried to sit up, but her head hurt too much. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Aja sitting by her bed. Preparing another cool washcloth for her neck, and Jareth pacing. Chaise was sitting in another chair by Aja, preparing cooling balms for Sarah's skin. Jareth saw she was awake first, and hurried to her side.
"Sarah! Are you alright?" Sarah winced as he yelled, her head pounding harder.
"I'm okay.... My head just hurts." She replied. "what happened? ... Who are you?" She asked Aja.
"You have been asleep for two weeks, child. Fevering and sweating for days. We thought for certain you would die." Sarah looked at Aja and Jareth, Shocked.
"It can't have been that long.... It just couldn't..." She protested weakly, but knew it was true. "Jareth, why is this happening to me? Nothing has been going right since I came here.... I keep having these... dreams..." Sarah described them to Jareth, and saw his mental gears turning, trying to make sense of them. "And what about those poor goblins...?"
"I don't know Sarah." He admitted weakly. "I don't know." Jareth stood for a few moments, thinking, and finally said "Sarah, if you want to back aboveground.... I would understand..."
"No!" She said fiercely, surprising him. "I wouldn't be any better off. How do you know that those dreams won't follow me back, and then I wouldn't even have you. I'm not going."
"very well." He said. "we'll have to find out what is happening. More accurately, who is doing these things. It's rather obvious by now that I have some enemy, I need to find out who, and how they got in." "I need to do some things Sarah... meanwhile, I don't want you out of Aja or Chaise's sight, and try not to fall asleep." He kissed her forehead, and walked out of the room.
Several hours later, Jareth sat in his study, brooding over details of Sarah's dreams, and the massacre of goblins. He knew everything fit together, but he didn't know how or where. He thought about all of his enemies that weren't locked in oubliettes, and the ones that were, but nothing seemed to match, So, fruitless, he went to join Sarah for dinner.