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Chapter 6: You suck, you suck and you suck too.

Ugh…that girrrl… she was going to be the death of him. It didn't matter if he was immortal, that girl was going to kill him.

Jareth placed a cool gloved hand on his pounding forehead. He's lived for a few hundred years now and no one has ever spoken to him that way.( With a non-fatal outcome of course.)

Gawd he loved her…

But he was so mad.

And yet…

extremely turned on.

A wicked grin broke out of his face, his eyes hiding under thick lashes…

He didn't like when things came too easy. The best things in life are fought for and this girl was going to be the most exquisite prize no doubt…

Although it was her innocence that attracted him to her in the first place, he was rather relieved that the girl wasn't a faint-hearted, little flower that would whither at the first sign of perversion. He could never handle that. Not with a mind like his anyway… He needed a woman with spice, fire… but at the same time to carry herself like a queen. Sarah was proving to be that. An angel on the out, devil on the in.

Utterly delectable.

but there was one more thing that bothered him and he needed to know before he went to see her again-

"Hey you! Tall goblin! What's a 'doosh bag'?"

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Sarah felt like maybe she should apologize to the old man for throwing his...ah...schlong bird, but what they were saying was making her so mad and wasting her precious, precious time.

They told her she should maaarry Jareth. Yes, marry. Unbelievable.

And No. Never going to happen.

For goodness sake! She was only fifteen! He must be going on thirty by now! That is, if he aged like a normal human. She never thought to ask, there's always been something more important going on, but some things made her wonder if he wasn't much, much older than he looked.

If that was the case, it would explain why he isn't bothered by her young age. It must be at some point it's no longer a big deal.

But marriage?! Holy crap, no! Why would her ever want to marry her anyway?

"He's been in love with you for a looong time child, longer than you know. He's alooone and wishing to alter that with yooou."

The old man had told her.

"In love with me? Perhaps he kinda likes me, but you make it sound like he wants me to be his girlfriend or something."

"No."

"No?"

"His wife."

It had been all too creepy. He had then went on about how she should simply surrender to him and use herself like currency for her friends. So she threw his hat. Here's to maturity! Screw that! She had loved how that bird squealed as he flew through the air…

But really she did that because what he said to her made waaay too much sense and for a moment she was a bit overwhelmed.

If his affection was indeedy true and he wasn't just being all predatory and domineering then perhaps she could put herself away as plan 'B'. But no marriage! Definitely no marriage.

Again, for goodness sake, she had met this guy yesterday!

But wait, did he say Jareth had known her for much longer?

How long?

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She now remembered why she had been so thrilled to see the wise man. She had hoped he could give her a direction to follow. Alas that did not happen so she was back to her original problem.

Where the hemma gemma are her friends?

Where is hob forest?

Is Jareth going to get to them first?

Well, of course he would. He can go poof and be anywhere he wants really.

So the tired heroine paused at this thought. She could feel the sun beginning to burn her bare calves. Unable to do anything else she just had begun walking down a, yes, snick snick, yellow brick road. Albeit it was more beige if anything, not yellow…and now it had led her into a desolate, almost desert-y looking area where she had the rising suspicion was not the correct location for a forest.

It was pointless. Jareth was playing with her. Or maybe he even wasn't. Maybe he just had so much power over this place he's not even sweating her presence.

He had already said didn't he?

"…You mean to tell me that you came here…trespassing even…to my world…without a single plan to save your lovely behind?!"

Her being here is ludicrous. He can do whatever he wants.

There's nothing she can do to against him and if she does somehow manage to find her friends first (which is very much so looking impossible) what's she gonna do once she has them?

Yell out a big 'finder's keepers!!!' Write out a big 'don't touch!' sign and have them carry it around?

There's no possible way to protect them.

They were his subjects in his world where he makes the rules…and she… this wasn't her world, not her rules and therefore… there was nothing she could do.

Well, not nothing as the wise man had kindly informed her.

But she wasn't nearly willing to give up on everything yet. If she could somehow manage to get her friends to her world the rules would change.

But how would they like it there???!! That was a horrible idea, and Sarah wrote it off as quickly as she had thought it. Her world couldn't handle them. Her world could barely handle her.

Something even uglier sank in to her only happy thoughts.

Her world.

Oh Lord. Her world.

Her world. Her world. Her world. Her world. Her world. Her world. HER WORLD. HER WORLD.

HOW WAS SHE GOING TO GET BACK TO HER WORLD?????

"Oh shit."

Impulsiveness had it's price. She had no idea how to get back. There was nothing behind her when had first arrived and there wouldn't be anything there now.

She had no way home.

She couldn't help her friends.

And she couldn't help herself.

It was like she could hear Jareth laughing in her mind.

Under the cruel sun Sarah collapsed.

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a/n: sorry sorry sorry folks for making you wait so long. I don't have an excuse, I was just being really lazy. Sorry about that!

Next chapter: Here comes the bride…all dressed in pride…