Just a quick pre chapter author's note. There is something that some of you might find a little disturbing. Happy reading.
He was the old Jareth, and the new Jareth; his cool face fell of regal commanding. His hair was shorter than she remembered, but still as wild. Small streaks of black seemed to dance throughout his hair, moving with each turn of his head. Two long sections of hair started before his ears, and fell down until they were touching his chest. Sarah was surprised to see that the piercings remained through the change. His pointed ears were decorated in metal. His left ear was still pierced all of the way up, but the actual bits of metal appeared to have changed. They looked older, and a rune hung from his ear. It looked almost like a pointed D, and Sarah was kicking herself for not remembering just exactly what it meant. She had a gut feeling that it was important. Her eyes continued to study him. The bar was still gracing the top of his right ear, the cold metal looking almost alien against his pointed ears. The large talon earring still hung from the lobe on that ear. His eyes, and eyebrows, had taken on a slight slant. The bar piercing through his eyebrow had changed a bit, and Sarah noted that the balls that held the piercing in place had changed to an iridescent black. She was also shocked that he didn't have copious amounts of makeup on his face. The only makeup she saw was the eyeliner that graced his catlike eyes. It was black, and somehow regal. It made him seem far more dangerous than he was before.
His clothing was also changed, drastically. Gone were the leggings and frilly shirts. Gone were the heeled boots. The only thing that was the same was his pointed crescent necklace. It hung down onto his pale, muscled chest, glinting in the faint lights coming from the frat house. His black leather vest, open and revealing his chest, draped over his skin leaving nothing to the imagination. Sarah found her eyes wandering lower, the curve of his hipbones protruding under his skin a bit, shaping it into a glorious V shape and angling down towards his nether regions. His pants, stopped just before revealing anything, the black leather clinging wonderfully to his hip line and thighs. In replace of a button or a zipper, a thick, black string twisted through numerous holes in either side of his pants, tying together at the top. Sarah's eyes travelled further down his torso. She had to stop herself from smirking as she noticed the bulge that was barely contained by the simple lacing of his pants. Black, heavy, boots graced his feet, and while the leather looked out of this world, the shape of the boots was very familiar. Jareth, the Goblin King, was wearing motorcycle boots. Sarah's eyes met his face once more, and she flushed when she realized just how long she had been staring at Jareth. One of his brows cocked, his arms crossed, and a smirk crossed his face.
"Like what you see Sarah mine?" Sarah scoffed and turned her eyes towards the sidewalk.
"Piss off. You know, a spontaneous costume change doesn't answer my question."
"Does it not? You asked what I was, I am showing you." Sarah narrowed her eyes.
"Yeah. This isn't helping. The only thing I can think of is a really gay biker." Faster than she could blink Sarah was pressed against the other wall of the frat house. Her hands were pressed against the outer wall of the frat house. Her hands were pressed against her sides, hard; Jareth's fingers digging into her wrists.
"Do not mock me." His eyes were cold, dangerous. "It will be the last thing you do Sarah." Sarah shivered. Her name sounded different on his lips now, while his voice was harsh and unfeeling. One leather clad knee inserted itself between her own, and Sarah's shaking only increased. She wanted to call for help, but it seemed as though Jareth had read her mind once more. With a small nod of his head Sarah found that she couldn't speak. She glared up at Jareth, her green eyes flashing with anger.
"Now. I will answer your question.." His knee pressed further between her legs, forcing her to straddle his thigh. "I am, what you mortals call, a Sidhe, a Tuatha De Danann, a Fae." His eyes met hers, and he cocked an eyebrow, waiting to see if she understood. She nodded, feeling a bit of fear starting to grow in her stomach. "I am over a thousand years old, which is still very young for my people. I have ruled over the goblin kingdom since I was eleven." Sarah's eyes widened. "Do you understand Sarah mine? You made a wish, and I granted it. Now you belong to me."
His lips pressed against hers, and Sarah screamed. Sadly Jareth's spell was still in effect, so no sound escaped. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back.
"Shhh Sarah. It's alright." His hand caressed her hair, and he brought his face close to her neck. Sarah could have sworn that he took a deep breath, inhaling her scent before he drew back, an amused smirk on his face. "Your fear is intoxicating. I must leave now, but just you wait Sarah mine. I will find you again."
Suddenly he disappeared, and Sarah was left standing in a cloud of glitter. She coughed as some of the glitter got into her mouth, and was happy to find that she could speak once more. Sarah took a shuddering breath and moved away from the wall. She took a few minutes to collect herself, and then she walked back into the frat house. She pushed the door open harshly and moved into the living room, spotting Lizzie in an instant. Sarah marched over to Lizzie and grabbed the girl roughly by the shoulder and pulled her off of the couch.
"We're leaving. Now." Sarah grabbed her arm and squeezed as tight as she could. Then Sarah drug Lizzie out of the frat house and started walking her to the car.
"You ok Sar?" Lizzie slurred, and stumbled as she walked, but Sarah still pulled Lizzie along, at this point not caring if her friend fell and landed on her face.
"No. I'm not fucking alright. I told you that I wanted to leave, but no. You wouldn't let me. So we're fucking leaving now." Sarah sighed happily when they reached Lizzie's car, and she dug through Liz's purse for a few minutes before pulling out her keys. Sarah unlocked the car, and then helped Lizzie get in the passenger seat. Once Liz was secure Sarah hopped in the passenger seat, and they drove off.
The next morning Sarah woke up groggily and rolled over, checking the clock with one squinted eye. She jumped out of bed and swore. She had less than half an hour to get to class. She piled her hair high onto her head, using a hair tie to hold it up on a messy bun. She shrugged on some sweat pants, and a tee shirt and then ran out of her room. After grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, and slipping her shoes on her feet she ran out of the apartment, the door slamming behind her. She ran down to her car, threw her backpack inside and then turned the ignition. After two tries her car started and she sighed in relief as she started the five-minute drive to campus.
Sarah pulled into a parking spot, her tires screeching and she slammed the car into park. She ran out of the car, her backpack thrown over one arm as she sprinted to class. A few kids laughed at her as she ran past, but she knew that she couldn't be late. She'd heard that the professor for this class was a hard ass, and she needed this class to finish up her English major. Sarah finally made it into the English building, and she ran down the halls, looking for the classroom. She sighed happily when she found it. She ran inside quickly and moved to the only empty desk that was, of course, in the front of the classroom. She sat down, and immediately slumped in the chair, sighing happily. Then she dug through her backpack and pulled out a battered copy of Jane Eyre a notebook, and a pencil. All that was left, was the arrival of Mr. hard ass.
For any of you wondering. The earring in Jareth's ear is the rune Thurisaz, which means reactive force, directed force of destruction and defense, conflict, instinctual will, vital eroticism, regenerative catalyst, a tendency toward change, catharsis, purging, cleansing fire and male sexuality. This is significant.