Hey guys. This chapter is very short and has actually been ready since just after I last posted. I couldn't put it up without the chapter that follows it though...for fear of the consequences. Despite this, please read and review this chapter for reading the next one...you'll understand why when you read.
I won't say hope you enjoy...
But do please review!
FY.A xxx
As Sarah hit the ground the blood on her face vanished, as though wiped clean by an invisible hand. Her face relaxed and the twitching and shuddering stopped. She lay still where she fell. Jareth turned slowly, relinquishing the support of the sword unwillingly. Shakingly weak he let his eyes fall reluctantly on Sarah, knowing what he would see.
Her legs had crumpled as she had fallen, so she lay on her back, knees bent slightly to one side, arms outstretched in the shape of the crucifix. Her eyes were closed and her expression was relaxed and peaceful. Jareth stared down at her complete and utter stillness, knowing in his heart, but refusing to accept what had happened.
Like one in a dream, he knelt down by her side. Reaching out he took her hand in his, squeezing it gently as he gazed at her unresponsive face. His long white fingers caressed her pulseless wrist as the tears began to slide silently down his cheeks, dropping onto the soft turf upon which he knelt, leaking into the soil that covered the tomb of Pan.
There, under the fading stars of the Underground pre-dawn, as the rest of his Kingdom celebrated his victory, the Goblin King lay himself out by the side his love, staring numbly up at the twinkling souls of his ancestors, knowing his mortal Sarah could never join them.