AN: OK. OMG who is the almighty ruler they only refer to as Him, or He. I REALLY frigging don't know who to make. Im gunna try to make him… hmmm lol, this is going to be good.
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Chapter Nine:
Sarah awakes in darkness, she could see, hear, smell, nothing. She could only feel the cold hardness of the stone floor she was laying on. She stood up, and lifted her right hand to feel a wall. She felt along that wall, and to her luck she found a door knob which opened.
Upon opening the door, she came across a long dark stone hallway, which was only lightened by a few candles on the wall. She shivered with fear, and decided to start walking towards either Jareth, or the unnamed ruler who terrorized her thoughts.
She goes through the hallway. Her footstep echo as she walks toward a door at the end. Stepping through the door, she comes upon a big stone room, with a red throne at the very end. Sitting on the throne was an attractive 50-something year old man, with slicked back dark hair. He wore a dark blue suit, and looked ready to do business. He was talking to two people, a man and woman, who sat on wooden chairs in front of him.
Sarah hid behind a marble banister, they had not seen her. She knew the man was the one who brought her here, he did not frighten her as she suspected, but was rather intrigued by his appearance. She listened to what he said to them.
"You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash." The man on the red throne slowly, harshly, says to the blonde woman sitting before him.
The man sitting next to the woman stood up from his chair. He fumed down at the royal man. Sarah knew that what the man was going to say, was going to get him in much trouble. "You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you - why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to."
He stared up at the angry man with an amused smile. It scared Sarah, she almost ran when he began to talk. "A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti." He made a motion with his hand, and two big men in black suits rushed in and grabbed the couple. They screamed and thrashed around as the bodyguards dragged them from the room.
The attractive royal man sat on the chair in silence, picking at his fingernails. The silence lengthened, and Sarah did not know if she should speak up, or make a run for it. The man chose for her.
"I know you are behind the banister, Sarah." She stiffens as he raises his head to sniff the air. "You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps, but not today."
Sarah stepped into the view of the man. He smiled at her, and motioned for her to sit on one of the chairs in front of him.
His eyes were a perfect blue. As Sarah sat she took in his appearance, he was very fit for a man so much older than herself. He had a face that anyone would love to just stare at and study. He was amazing looking.
"Hello, dear. I see you are well." He keeps the smile on his face, always wanting to seem pleasant.
Sarah only nods, and clutches the side of her seat.
He loses his smile and sighs. "Well, I guess we must get down to business." He strokes his hands and eyes Sarah up and down. "Why did you wish yourself here again?"
Sarah gulped, and then began her explanation, which may, or may not break her. "I… sir, if you do not already know, my family has passed away."
"Yes, yes." He moves his hand in a motion meant for her to hurry up.
"I have no reason to stay in my world anymore, there is nothing holding me there sir, but there is something holding me here."
"Yes, I hear it is love."
Sarah nods, not knowing what else to say to convince him.
He sighs and puts his chin on his hands. "I thought you did not want to be here? You tried so hard to leave, and now you come running back?"
"I only wanted to leave to be with my family, but I no longer have a family. So, I came back to be with Jareth."
"You must learn to make up your mind, and stick to your decisions." He sits back, and looks slightly annoyed. "You do know, that you need my permission to be here."
"Yes, well, I may as well ask. May I have your permission to stay in the Underground, and forever live with the Goblin King Jareth?" Sarah holds her breath as she awaits the man's reply.
In a big breath of air the royal man almost topples over in laughter. He finally gets control over himself and faces her once more. "You really do have spunk don't you?" He grins at her with amusement.
Sarah stares at him wide eyed, not knowing how to answer.
"Well Sarah, let me ask you this. How do you know Jareth wants to be with you?"
Sarah opens her mouth to reply, but then closes it in a hurry and furrows her brow in thought.
The man once again bellows in laughter. Then smiles at her and rubs his teary eyes. "Don't worry Sarah, he still wants you. He has been fretting over you ever since you left. I forbade him to go to you, or to spy on you. He is a wreck, it will do him good to have you return."
Sarah thinks about what he said, and then for the first time, a smile spreads on her face. "So I have your permission?"
"Well, I do like you, don't get me wrong. I just feel bad about letting you go, what will the Kings say? I have to keep up my reputation, you know?" He sits back and crosses his legs.
"So… I don't have your permission?" Sarah looses her smile and stares at him in disbelief.
He leans forward, as if to comfort her. "No no, let me finish please. I have always thought a lot of Jareth, he was the one to always defy me, and with that I respect him. Out of all the hundred of years he has been king, he has finally chosen a queen, and a mortal at that!" His face animates as he talks, and his voice is soothing, Sarah can detect a hint of British accent. "And I like you Sarah. You have a lot of guts to sit before me like this, and ask me such silly questions. So, yes, you may go back to your dashing king, and live happily ever after." When he says this, Sarah almost bursts out in laughter, the man she was so afraid of, actually agreed to let her pass.
"But Sarah," The man begins. "Remember, you are in my debt. I did this for you, so one day, when I come calling, you have to do what I ask."
Sarah did not know what to say, so she waved his warning away with a simple nod. "Thank you sir, thank. But before I go, may I ask what your name is?" She was running on pure adrenaline at that time, and didn't know when to stop questioning the powerful man.
Before he could answer, a big man, whom Sarah presumed to be a bodyguard, walked into the room. "Master, she is not cooperating." The big man said.
The powerful ruler sighs, and replies. "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again."
"Oh yes, right sir. She wasn't putting the lotion in the basket." The bodyguard trots off, and leaves him and Sarah alone once more.
"Well Sarah, you have no right to say my name, or to even know my name. Only the Kings know it, and may not say it." He shrugs as if to say 'that is that'.
"Than what may I call you?" Sarah pressures him further.
Sarah and him stand up. He begins to walk away, ignoring her question. He turns back when he gets a few feet away. "I do wish we could chat longer, but... I'm having an old friend for dinner. Goodbye Sarah." He turns from her and prances off.
Sarah stands there stunned for moments, replaying her conversation with 'Him' as everyone calls him. While deep in thought, one of 'His' many bodyguards comes through a door and interrupts Sarah.
"Miss? We have a carriage waiting to take you to the Goblin City." Sarah nods and follows the man through a door which leads outside into a path surrounded by forest. She steps into the carriage, which reminds her of Cinderella's pumpkin, but wooden.
The bodyguard sits upfront of the carriage to steer the horses. Sarah doesn't ask anything of the bodyguard. She sits in thought for almost a full hour, contemplating what to say to Jareth.
Finally the carriage stops, and the bodyguard opens the door to let Sarah out. She stares up at the Goblin King's magnificent castle. It sends shivers down her spine, and she gets the fainting feeling that so often happens to her. She steps towards the building as the carriage rides off.
Up the stairs she slowly walks to stand in front of the large double doors. She breathes in and out while directly in front of the door, trying to rid her of the faint that soon may come upon her. She steadies herself, and then knocks three times.
On the third knock the door flies open. Sarah stares into the face of Jareth the Goblin King.
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End of chapter nine. Can anyone guess who the almighty ruler is? Ill give a hint: He. Is. A. Cannibal. Yep, u guessed it, he's the doctor himself. Ok, so next is chapter ten. FINALLY jareth will be in the story.
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