A/N: And the countdown is on... hopefully, I'll have this finished by the end of September.
HAUNTED
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"Wake up, my love," a smooth, cold voice crooned into Sarah's ear, waking her from a pleasant dream of being home. She very reluctantly opened her eyes, and met a pair of mismatched ones, glittering playfully. "Did you sleep well?"
"What time is it?" she muttered, sitting up and yawning.
"Nearly midday. Were you up late, thinking of your beloved?" he said, pulling her to him, and kissing the top of her head.
"Hardly, considering I have yet to find him," she snapped, breaking free of his grip. She slid off the bed, and backed away from her captor. He watched her with a lazy, appraising look, reminding her very much of a cat watching a mouse, deciding whether or not to pounce. She looked about the room, but both doors were still gone.
"I want to see my brother," she demanded, glaring at him.
"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait, I just put the lad down for a nap. If you'd have gotten up earlier, perhaps you could have seen him at breakfast, sleepy-head," he sneered, getting to his feet. He glided over to her, and seized her hand, pressing it firmly to his lips.
She tried to wrench her hand away, but he held firm, and drew her closer. "Are you hungry, Sarah?"
"No," she lied, but her stomach growled, betraying her. Jareth smiled, and held out his hand, a peach clasped in his fingers.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like something to eat, my sweet?" he said lightly, brushing the fruit against her lips. She turned her head away, and he threw the peach into the air, and it vanished. "What's the matter? You used to love peaches."
She didn't answer, just tore away from him, and stalked over to the window. He followed her, looking annoyed. "Sarah, is giving me the silent treatment really going to make things any easier?" She stayed silent, and his look hardened. "Little fool," he snapped, clasping onto her shoulders, and giving her a little shake.
"Monster," she said coldly. He chuckled, and snaked his arms around her.
"You should be more careful, Sarah. Don't forget that monsters like to gobble up naughty little girls," he muttered into the nape of her neck. His large hands began to wander along her smooth stomach. She shuddered, sickened by his touch.
"You will wash up, and get dressed, and then you will join me for lunch. We have much to discuss, regarding our upcoming wedding," he said, releasing her. He waved his hand, and both doors reappeared in their rightful places, along with another. Sarah peered inside, and saw it led to a large bathroom. He pushed her inside, and gestured to the marble tub.
"You can have a nice long bath, while I go down and see that everything is prepared to your liking," he said, giving her rear a little pinch. She jumped, and glared at him. "What's wrong, lovey? Do you want me to join you for your bath?" he said with a threatening tone.
"Pass," she said, moving away from him. She turned on the water, poured in some sweet smelling liquid, and started to take off her nightgown. She felt his eyes still on her. She turned to scowl at him, who was smiling innocently.
"Problem?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Stop watching me change, you sick freak! I'm not your whore!"
"Ah, but you are. Until you marry me, and become my queen, you are merely my concubine, now undress and show yourself to me."
She glared at him, absolutely in shock. She reached behind her, and shut off the water. He stared at her, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Well?" he urged, licking his thin lips,"My little harem girl?" She smiled seductively, and slowly pulled down the straps of her nightgown. He groaned with anticipation, but then before he knew what was happening, she quickly jumped into the tub, fully clothed. She ducked down beneath the thick wall of bubbles, and removed her sopping wet gown, and threw it at him. He was livid, his lips clenched so tightly, they turned white.
"Problem?" she said with a smirk.
"Swimp will help you dress when you are finished, and then she will take you down to the dining room," he snapped, then he stalked out of the room. She sighed, and sank completely under the water.
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Jareth was grumbling to himself, annoyed by Sarah's defiance, as well of the indignity of having to walk around his castle. He hated that he had to change his barrier, but it was necessary to keep his meddling mother and sister from coming in and taking Sarah away.
He watched as the goblins put the silver trays of food on the table. They moved quickly, not wishing to displease their king when he was was in such a bad mood. He paced around, fuming. How dare she defy him? She belonged to him, and he held the right to see her in any state he pleased. He summoned a crystal, and looked at Sarah. She was still in the tub, but the suds were blocking him from seeing anything. "Damn her," he spat, then the crystal shattered. It sprayed glitter everywhere. He brushed it off his black silk shirt, and went to the table. Everything was perfect, now there was just one more thing that needed to be done.
He reached into his shirt, and pulled the small vial of fizzing orange liquid. He opened it, and poured it into Sarah's wine glass. The liquid turned a muddy brown, then went back to it's original red. All Sarah had to do was drink it, and she would become immortal. She would never be able to escape him, and he would have all eternity to break her, to mold her into the perfect queen...
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A/N: Uh-oh. Jareth's got bad ideas... On a couple of different levels...
What will this mean for poor Sarah?
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