Mikim stroke again! I know, a little Bit of Hell isn't finished yet, but it's almost done. Here's the first chapter of my new J/S fic. Wishes. Hopefully, it'd be funnier than the first.
Standard disclaimers apply, songs belong to their rightful owners, characters belong to their rightful owners too.
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J'veux
bien t'aimer J'veux bien
t'aimer Les
sœurs cloîtrées J'veux
bien t'aimer J'veux
bien me moquer Dire que
c'est faux J'veux
bien m'endormir Avec ton
corps J'veux
bien t'aimer De
mélanger J'veux
bien forcer Et puis
gagner J'veux
bien t'aimer Pour
t'envelopper Oui je
veux bien T'aimer
d'amour J'veux
bien t'aimer J'suis
comme aveugle Pour
traverser Pour
traverser J'veux
bien t'aimer Je suis
piégée Même si
je sans Dans cet
effrayant Je vais
t'aimer Et j'y
croirai Je sais
pas encore Mais
j'vais t'aimer Je vais
t'aimer ! |
I'd like to love you I'd like to love you The cloistered sisters I'd like to love you I'd like to mock Say it's untrue I'd like to sleep With your body I'd like to love you Of mixing our I'd like to force And win I'd like to love you To wrap you Yes, I'd like to Love you of love I'd like to love you, I'm like blind To cross To cross to you I'd like to love you I'm trapped Even if I feel In this frightening I'm gonna love you And I'd believe I still don't know But I will love you I'm gonna love you! |
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The room used to be filled with laughter and merry songs. He used to come here to sit at her feet while her crystalline voice would rise above the instrument her fingers were dancing upon. He had always associated that room, her room, with warmth, love and fond memories of his always-smiling sister. Like him, she had fair hair that cascaded on her delicate shoulders.
Unlike him, her eyes were both blue, crystal blue,
like the sky on cold winter mornings. Her frail figure made the others fear
wind could swept her off her feet, but he knew better. After all, she raised
him. Her name was Millibel, elder sister of the Goblin King, Heir of the High
Throne, and she was dying in her younger brother's arms.
"Please, Jareth, grant my wish…" She whispered and he shuddered again at the
rough sound of her once melodic voice. A voice a poet had once compared to the
most marvelous bird. She was sick for a long time. It was an illness quite rare
in the Underground but when it stroke, one couldn't resist to it and she didn't
make an exception.
"Milli…" He was holding her body, as if she were a
broken doll, crushed to his chest, eyes tightly shut, face buried in her neck,
kneeling next to her bed.
"My very last selfish wish, little brother." Once again, his strong body almost
crumbled in despair. When they had learned of her illness, they had made a
deal, he would try to grant a hundred of her wishes and she would fight the
beast eating her from within with all her might. He had clung on that hope,
shutting away all the voices, even his, which told him it was a lost battle.
He took another shaking breath and moaned. "Milli, hang on. Please…"
She didn't appear to hear what he had just said. "You know, I've already seen her." Jareth took another rasp breath. Air was turning scare in his lungs but he just couldn't breath. "I was curious, like you, mind you, I wanted to know who was the incredible female who had wormed her way to your frozen heart…" He could almost see the lazy smile spreading on her red lips. She didn't even have the strength to hug him back. Her arms laid on the beds by her side, frozen.
"Milli, I'm… I'm not ready yet…" He knew he was stupid.
He had tried to be prepared, he had wanted to avoid such scene, but he
couldn't. She was supposed to be the only constant in his life.
"My last wish, Jareth, please." She whispered again. He heard a muffled cry
from behind him but he didn't care. Nobody but him could hold her, right now.
He tightened his hold on her, as if he could stop
the running flow of her life fleeing her body. "I… I'll do it." He managed to
say. He tried to breathe in deeply her scent once more.
"Thank you." He felt her head fall against the top of his, hid in her neck.
"Milli…"
"Call it Labyrinth…" She whispered dreamily. "She'll know it's you, then." She
made a sound that could have been a chuckle but it torn Jareth's heart apart as
it was followed by a fit of coughing. " Oh… I'll watch over you to make sure
you don't blow everything away with you stupid temper…" She managed to say
before the coughing shook her body again and he rose his head, in alarm, at the
force of the fit. "Jareth…"
Her voice was ragged and blood was on her chin, surely, he had some too in his
hair, he suddenly thought, clinically. "Make it stop… It hurts…" His eyes widened in horror
and he took her face in his hands, bringing his brow against hers.
"Milli… I can't!" He pleaded her and he hoped deep in his heart it was only
another nightmare. And he would tell her about it and she would laugh her head
out at this and mock gently him with it afterwards.
But the older and drained voice from behind him
crushed his last hopes. "Your highness, please, let me…"
He wrapped his arms around her body again, as if he could protect her from the
doctor. "NO!" He roared. Somebody began to cry hysterically behind him. He
didn't care.
"Jareth…" Her voice was weaker and weaker but he refused to acknowledge her
demand: she had already made her wish!
"NO!" He refused to listen to the little voice in his heart whispering that he
was only letting her pain last longer that it could have been. The old doctor
could end her pain quickly.
"Your Highness, I beg you…" Again, the old man tried to persuade his young
master. He was feeling so drained, he was older that the woman on the bed and
she was dying. The doctor was getting tired of burying his friends, his masters
and now one of who was the closest thing he could have as grandchild.
"Milli, don't…" Jareth was crying but he didn't even know it. He couldn't feel
his own tears.
Gathering her last strength, she called out.
"Sariel… I leave him in your care. I'll haunt you if nothing goes the way I
said…"
"Got it, my Lady. Young Prince…" The man's voice was clear and cold. But she
knew better, it brought another smile to her lips.
"NO!" Jareth rejected the hands on his shoulders, jerking them away from his
and his sister's bodies. He was being stupid, but he couldn't help it.
"My young lord, you're only causing her further pain. Edanial, make your
office." The orders were clear and impersonal. Just the obvious and plain
logic.
The small doctor was ready to cry too. He knew what Millibel meant to Jareth.
Everyone knew. "Lord Sariel, I think it's better if you led His Majesty out of
the room."
"I'm not leaving." Jareth spoke in what he hoped was a controlled and angry
voice. When he felt a cold hand shakily cupping his cheek, he knew he had
failed to try to be in control. He turned his eyes to his sister's face,
startled. And when he met her gaze, he knew he was damned.
"Jareth…" She whispered.
She needn't to do more: defeated, Jareth howled, like a wounded beast. He threw
his head back, his hold loosening, falling backwards. He had lost her; Death
had beaten him there. Their gazes were still locked and they never turned away
as the old healer quickly came forth and put his wrinkled hands on his patient
forehead and chest. Jareth didn't tear his gaze away either when Sariel
quickly, from behind, locked him in his grip.
"EDANIAL!" Sariel screamed, telling the healer to go faster as Jareth started
to fight Sariel's hold on him.
A scream suddenly ran throughout the whole castle, bouncing on the walls, shattering the windows. It made the others inhabitants of the castle shook: women to hide their faces and tears in their hands, children with their huge and frightened eyes to hug their toys closer or hide in their parents' arms and men to closed their eyes in sorrow.
"MILLIBEL!!!!!"
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She was finally home! After a long day with the
kids, she was bone tired. Rolling an aching shoulder, she reached for her bag,
roaming inside it for the key of her apartment door. She balanced the groceries
bags in her arms as she unlocked the door and stepped in. She was about to
close the door with a foot when a clear voice called her name. "Sarah!" The
young teacher turned her head towards the voice to see one of her two best
friends climbing the last steps leading to her apartment, face red from
exhaustion and excitement.
"Hey, you!" Sarah smiled as Charlie came
in, grinning madly, dropping a kiss on her cheek for greetings.
Charlie was an old friend of Sarah's. From college, actually. Sarah had met Charlie while she was looking for the library and had asked the nearest person, a small light browned haired girl with laughing blue eyes, for directions. The nearest person turned out to be Charlie Thompson, always too kind for her own good, who gladly gave her the directions but also walked her to the library. That was how all started between the two of them.
Then, Charlie had met Steward, had fallen head over heels for him but he had developed a crush on Sarah who didn't notice. Charlie who never had her eyes in her pockets, saw it all, swallowed her own desire, love and tears and tried to set up Steward and Sarah together, which she failed miserably, since Sarah didn't have the same feelings for Steward. And one thing leading to another, Steward fell for Charlie. They were married for almost two years now. But it didn't stop Charlie from drooling over new idols.
Charlie took a bag of groceries from Sarah, her thrilled
voice ringing. "I've just bought his CD!"
Sarah and her friend walked in the apartment, to the kitchen to dispose of the
groceries. "His?" Sarah asked her friend.
Sarah was used to her friend's cheerfulness: Charlie was always cheerful. Charlie was also very fond of 'hotties', 'handsome' music
idols. Most of the time, her new crush was young, blond and singer. Sarah just
rolled her eyes at the other 28 years-old woman who still acted like a 16
years-old one.
"Yeah! You know! That guy who sings that incredible
song! You said you liked his voice! Remember, I made you listen to it! His
first CD just got released, so excited!" All this was blurted out in less than
the time of a breathing.
"Can tell." Sarah smiled as she put the milk she had just bought in the fridge.
Charlie put away the last items and grabbed her bag, pulling out a CD. "I want
to listen to it right now!" She all but jumped to Sarah's CD player, jerking
the CD out of its plastic paper.
"That's why you're here?" Sarah shook her head at her friend's eagerness and
smiled, her voice gently mocking.
"Of course, my place's too far." Charlie
turned her head to send her a winning grin. "I'm here to see you too." She
added after a thought, at Sarah's fake scowl.
"Yeah, right." Sarah rolled her eyes again and sat on the couch, kicking her
shoes in the process.
"I'm so happy!" Charlie cried again in glee as she looked for a song.
Sarah leaned back in the couch, she loved her job:
teaching to small children was fun but so tiring. She wanted to drop in her bed
and sleep throughout the whole weekend. "You sound like a high school student
with her first crush on a teen idol." She commentated dryly, putting an arm
over her tired eyes.
"Actually he is a little too old for a teen idol, but he's a new idol, anyway.
And I really don't care!" Charlie's
thrilled voice sang again, bringing a smile to Sarah's lips.
"By the way, what's his name?" She asked purely to be polite, straightening on
the couch, when Charlie came to sit next to her.
"Uh? Oh, the CD's called Labyrinth and the main singer's Jareth. Cool name,
huh?"
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Annoyed, she tucked her long blond hair behind her
left ear and nervously moved, shifting her weight on her other foot. "Are you
sure it's a good idea?" She asked again, wearily.
"Have you ever tried to talk him out of something?" The man only smiled back,
leaning in the old leather couch, his long legs stretched before him, his feet
on the small table.
The woman wiped her sweaty hands on the material of her jeans and paced. "Huh…
No. But, it doesn't mean that it's a good idea." She shook her blond head
again.
A silence fell upon the two occupants of the penthouse. The man turned his head
to gaze outside, through the huge sliding doors, which permitted him to see the
whole town. "It was her last wish." He
finally said, without looking at her. He knew by the sound that she made that
she had stopped walking.
The woman brought her trembling hands to her mouth and bit her lower lip. "But
…" She started but he cut her.
"She wasn't a fool and she loved him very much." He turned his cold gray eyes
back to the woman. " She asked for the best." The woman dropped her hands and
the frown she had been wearing eased a little.
"Really?" She asked, hoping beyond hope.
The man's face cracked with a smile. "Don't you think?" He challenged her,
ironically. But his eyes remained cold.
The woman, once more, ran her hand in her hair, tucked a lock of blond strand
behind her ear. "What if the lady…" She asked again nervously, not finishing
her sentence.
The man smiled again and leaned his head on the back of the couch, staring at
the ceiling while saying. "With a lot of 'what if' sweetheart, you could put
both the Underground and the Aboveground in a bottle."
"Jerk." She answered.
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"Ja…?" Sarah spluttered. But as the music was
already starting, and Charlie engrossed in the reading of the lyrics, Sarah's
friend, usually sharp, didn't notice her friend sudden uneasiness.
"Yeah… I love this song!" Charlie
said her nose buried in the small lyrics notes.
I'd like
to love you
But how can I
Love you
If I can't see you
Sarah didn't even hear the beginning of the song. The words weren't
registering in her brain, nor was Charlie's happy
cooing. The name roamed in her skull. His name. She didn't even speak his name
in the private conversations between herself and her heart for fear he would
hear it. Or of her own reaction. Saying his name seemed too intimate even now,
14 years after.
I'd like to
love you
All chaste or almost
Like a minister
Who doesn't marry
Him? A
singer? Well, he did sing a wonderful song for her, when… it happened. But! A
singer of the Aboveground? Got to be kidding.
The cloistered sisters
Who keep themselves
For a good 'ld God
Who's hiding somewhere
Yeah, it surely was a coincidence. Sarah relaxed in the couch.
I'd like to love you
Of course I dream of it
But how so you
Want it to go on?
But. Charlie had said the title of the CD was 'Labyrinth'. A chill ran up her spine. Maybe it was just a guy who had read the same book as her and decided to take the main villain's name and his story.
I'd like to mock
That saying "Far from
The eyes, far from
The heart."
Say it's untrue
That's it's sour
That's it's on purpose
To scare us
I'd like
to sleep
Every night
Snuggling
To no one
Seriously, how many chances in the whole damned world are there for that? One of her two best friends head over heels for a new singer whose name was exactly the same as her personal nemesis and furthermore, his CD's name was the same as the story the villain featured in.
With your body
In memory
Like an old grandma
Who cries for her man
I'd like to love you
Even to believe
in the possible
Advantages
Of mixing
our
Two histories
In perpetual
Gap
Had to be a coincidence! How could it be, otherwise?
I'd like to
force
All these hazards
That refuse to play
In our favor
Was it truly him?
And win
The chance to see you
Two little days
Two little hours
I'd like to
love you
But how can I
Love you
When I'm not there?
No, no it couldn't be him! After all, she had beaten him, she had won her little brother back. She was insane: the singer was probably a black-haired teenager or something among the very same lines.
To wrap you
In my tenderness
And comfort you
If something's amiss
Yes, I'd like to
Love you from afar
Heart full
Of your big empty
Yet. He did have a marvelous voice and she did have that feeling of knowing that voice. No, she knew that voice. She remembered the day, Charlie had managed to get her listen to the song on the radio: her first thoughts had been on how familiar the voice sounded to her.
Love you
of love
And sorrow
Love you for nothing
My eyes wet
I'd like to love you
But to be honest
I'm not strong
If I can't see you
After all, she was a dead pan when music was involved. So, maybe she was just fooling herself. Yes, she was just paranoid. Hell, it's been almost 15 years, now, she was just paranoid.
I'm like blind
Without a white stick
Or dog-guide
And without your arm
Besides, where he lived there were probably no dogs to help the blinds. Stupid. No, it just couldn't be him.
To cross
That road here
That we call
The ocean
End of the story. Just good old Sarah being at her most paranoid. Yes, paranoid. What was Steward like to tell her? Oh, yes, say it loud enough, repeat it enough times, and you'd believe in it. Stupid Steward. Why the hell was he her second best friend, anyway?
To cross to you
But to get you
There's no rainbow
Big enough
I'd like to love you
Of course
Either way
Do I have the choice?
Slave. He had promised her he'd be her slave. He had promised he'd be trapped forever. Promise to be here to grant each of her whims. The other song she had heard from him hadn't meant much at first, but after some deep analysis and dissecting his every actions, moves and words, she had reached a conclusion that had been really unnerving and unsettling.
And Hoggle hadn't been much of help in that matter. All Hoggle could offer her didn't really please her: Hoggle kept on telling her to confront him with her conclusions, but if she couldn't bring herself to tell his name in the secret of her heart, how could she speak it loud and talk to him.
I'm trapped
I'm lost
I'm walking in circles
I love you already
Even if I feel
That I'm wearing myself out
Looking out for you
Arms extended
In this
frightening
Labyrinth
Too complicated
And twisted
The floor suddenly sank. She felt like she was falling backwards in a cold and dark night. A shiver ran down her spine. Doubt shook her. Cold suddenly plagued her. The world was spinning faster and faster.
I'm gonna love you
Even if
There's no way out
It's impossible
And I'd believe
Like others believe
In the small Christ
And in the holy bible
I still
don't know
How am I
Gonna love you
If I don't see you
Her cheeks started to feel hot and a warm feeling was building in her chest. She was going to faint.
But I will love you
It's a promise
D'you hear
What I'm saying?
I'm
gonna love you!
I'm gonna love you…
Suddenly an excited cry and
a jump made Sarah spinning down back on earth. "Again!" Charlie exclaimed as
she jumped out of the couch, lyrics in her hands, to press the play button
again.
"Wait!" Sarah almost yelled after her friend.
Startled, Charlie turned
her head towards Sarah and blinked. "What?" Charlie stared at Sarah and
something clicked in her mind. She pressed the button replay and the song
started again. Sarah's cheeks were crimson and she was fidgeting with her long
black hair, twisting it between her fingers.
"I…" Sarah started but a thought stopped her. What was she going to say? I
think I knew the singer but you know, when I met him his job was to steal small
children, funny isn't? So she added lamely.
"No, is there a picture of the singer?"
Charlie raised an eyebrow at
Sarah and handed her the small lyrics book. "Hum… Yeah, just his back. Here.
Sarah? You okay?" She asked, concerned.
Sarah's eyes fell on the picture. All she could see was his back and the fair
hair. The guy was blond and broad-shouldered. There goes for the theory of a
black haired teen idol… She thought lamely. Sarah tried her best to ignore the
excited child-like voice, which whispered 'but a step closer to him…'
Charlie's voice suddenly
broke her staring at the photo and Sarah looked up. "Huh?" Charlie repeated her
question once more and Sarah tried weakly to smile. "Hum, yes." She hoped she
could get away with just that but Charlie's sly and knowing smile made her sigh
and trying to gather her thoughts to find a quick lie. "It's just that…"
"Yeah?" Charlie leaned forward, eager.
She too remembered Sarah's odd reaction the first time she had heard a song from Jareth. She had jumped on her feet, surprised and had yelled 'I know that voice! It's his!' but since they were in the middle of a fast food, everybody looking at them like a pair of weirdoes had made the girls ran out of the restaurant as fast as possible but Sarah had refused to say anything more and Steward had made Charlie swear that she'd behaved and wait for Sarah to tell them by herself.
"Well, I knew someone who
was called like him." Sarah could have kicked herself. Now Charlie would like
to know the how, when, why, what of the whole story. To sum up, she was doomed.
"Ah…" Charlie's unexpected answer made Sarah jumped in fear. Normally, Charlie
would have already tackle her to the ground and would have been trying to
strangle the information out of her. The unexpected answer was unnerving, like
Charlie knew something more. The image of a fat and lazy cat licking its
whiskers dripping with cream flashed in Sarah's mind as she gazed at her friend
who was pulling a magazine out of her bag. Charlie flipped the pages and
murmured. "Pure bliss. Lucky girl."
"What?" Sarah cawed.
"Oh, I read an interview he gave, he said this song was written for a specific
someone." Charlie started innocently.
"Specific
person?" Sarah repeated, her mind whirling.
"You're weird, today."
"Shut up…" Sarah started to brood. She was just going crazy. Not a chance that
it was him. CRAZY. Yes, yes. Then suddenly something occurred her. "This
interview!" She snapped, sitting up in the couch. "Are there any pictures of
him?" She asked impatiently.
"Let me see…" Charlie quickly scanned the four pages of the article. "Yes, there's one of him with his fellows
members. Just three of them…" Sarah snatched the magazine from Charlie's hand
and looked for herself, dread and eagerness, excitement and fear raging inside
her. "Sarah?" Charlie asked her when the other's face was suddenly drained of
all its colour.
Sarah jumped on her feet
and yelled. "JARETH!" She stared at the picture, over and over again. He was
sitting on a high stool, a handsome smile on his thin lips, his eyes laughing,
his gaze turned on his two companions: a girl with blond hair and a man with
black hair. The girl was laughing her head off and the black-haired man was
looking at her with a fake sheepishly look on his handsome face. But Sarah's
eyes kept on coming back to the smiling face on the right, his face.
"You know him?" Charlie's voice brought her back to the reality..
"Euh…" Sarah looked down at Charlie and sat back on the couch. "No, I mean.
Yes, but…"
"Sarah, is it a 'yes' or a 'no'?" Charlie cut her spluttering.
But Sarah didn't mind her interruption, still focused on the photo. "God, it's
truly Jareth…" She whispered.
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Another man stepped in the
penthouse. He had fair hair that gleamed white and silver in the moonlight, his
mismatched eyes were glinting with secret and mischief, with some melancholy
lurking on the edges. "She found out." A smile graced his thin lips and Jareth
walked to the sliding doors, resting his brow against the cool material of the
door.
"Really?" The woman's voice was full of disbelief, bringing another smile to
his lips.
"I heard my name fall from her lips." He informed them, gazing outside.
The man on the couch groaned. "About time." Sariel shifted place in the couch,
so that his head was resting on one its arms, while his bare feet were on the
opposite.
"Jerk." Iome growled again at Sariel who turned his head in her direction,
grinning.
"That's the second time you call me like that."
"Maybe because it's true." Iome snapped back.
Jareth turned around to look at them and admonished them. "Kids."
"You're the younger one here." Iome pouted making Jareth laugh.
Then, his eyes started to glint and he purred. "Time to play." He turned his
head once more to look at the city.
"Play?" Iome's voice was startled.
"Better laugh than cry, no?" Jareth turned his head back to her and pushed
himself off the doors and walked to them, to lean on the back of the couch. "As
for me, I've done enough crying for the next several centuries."
"So what's the next step?" Sariel asked, his eyes closed, his hands crossed
behind his head.
Jareth smiled another time, making Iome shiver, and answered him. "Let's pay
her a visit." Sariel smiled.
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"Sarah Williams, do you know the new hottest male singer of the moment or not?" The dry voice and angry constant stomping of a foot jerked her back to earth from the suddenly frozen state she had been in.
Sarah all but collapsed in the couch, closing her
eyes. "I'm afraid yes." She said, dreadfully.
"You're afraid!" Charlie yelled excited. "Sarah! That's wonderful! You have to
introduce me! Why didn't tell me earlier?" Sarah cracked an eye open to find
Charlie kneeling in front of her, hands clamped like in a prayer, eyes shining
and huge grin, just like a kid when it was time to open the presents during
Christmas.
Sarah backed away a little from Charlie and
swallowed her saliva hard. "I didn't know it was him!" She defended herself.
"Besides…" She let her voice trail. What was she going to tell Charlie?
"Besides?" Charlie advanced, eager.
"Jareth and I, we're not exactly on what people could call the best terms
ever."
Charlie pouted and narrowed her eyes, then a smile slowly appeared and she
said, firmly, crossing her arms under her breasts. "I'm not leaving till I get
the whole story from you."
"Sigh."
"You could sigh bigger I won't change my mind."
"Pig-head." Sarah smiled dryly. What was she going to do? What was between her
and Jareth had always been a secret to the others. Hoggle knew because he was
part of the secret. It was like a secret garden she held to her breast and she
didn't want anybody to dirty it, even though it was her best friend. It just
didn't feel right to tell her.
"Right, look who's talking." Charlie lifted her eyebrows at Sarah, in a way
that always turned Steward completely mad.
Sarah waved her hand. "It's a long story." She sighed.
Charlie grinned and settled back on the couch. "I'm
not going anywhere for the next six hours."
"Very well." Sarah finally gave in. Maybe honesty was the best solution, of
course, she wouldn't tell her the whole secret, maybe half of it and Charlie
would be satisfied. For now. "I met him around 14 years ago. I was 15, in high
school, and you know with Karen and stuff I wasn't exactly the most well
behaved girl around. I was really rude to him, I mean… I asked for something,
and no I won't tell you what, and he gave it to me. Then, I felt bad and asked
him to take it back but he refused so we fought and I won… Well, if you could
call that winning. After, he was bitter and angry and we never met again."
Charlie feigned shock and mocked Sarah. "Don't tell me you turned him on and
before doing it, you ran away."
"Charlie!"
"What?" Charlie laughed. "It happened to me! The guy spread all those horrid
rumors about me, after in school."
"Poor baby." Sarah commented dryly.
"Sarah…" Charlie said again..
Sarah snapped at her, upset. "What?"
"I think that song's for you." The sudden serious voice and thoughtful look on
Charlie's face shocked Sarah.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Look, I read his interview and I…" Charlie bent down to reach the magazine
that Sarah had let escaped from her fingers. "Let's read it again…" She flipped
it open and looked for the article.
"Charlie, are you…"
But Charlie wasn't listening. "Ah! 'I wrote almost all the songs myself, except
for 'Give her the passion' which my sister actually wrote for me but I changed
it to accommodate my voice and well, I'm a man so I changed the pronouns.'" She
read aloud.
Sarah impatiently asked her. "Charlie,
what does…"
But Charlie cut her again. "Listen, here it is: 'Yes, there's a muse, in fact
there's 2. My sister first. This album was written for her, an ultimate
dedication.' 'And the second one?' 'Secret. It's a girl I know.' See! It has to
be you!" Charlie concluded triumphantly.
"Charlie!" Sarah didn't know why, but she felt her cheeks
turned red again. "I met him when I was 15, I'm almost 28 now. It's been 14
years, he must have forgotten me!"
Charlie didn't miss the sudden blush on Sarah's face. "Well, we won't know
until we ask him!" She grinned.
"What?"
"He and his band are giving a small concert in a nightclub, a few blocks from
here, tomorrow night." Charlie explained. "I got us tickets. In fact, I was
here to get you addicted to this guy but, now…" She let her voice trail,
rolling her eyes, still grinning.
"No way."
Charlie was taken aback. "What?"
"I said no way." Sarah stated firmly, crossing her arms under her breasts. But,
a part of her mind whispered suddenly, if it was Jareth and he was giving a
concert near her place, maybe she could steal a glance at him, after all it's
been 14 years… Sarah angrily crushed that part, hoping that Charlie had missed
the inner battle.
"Why not?" Charlie whined.
"What portion in 'no way' didn't you get?" Sarah bit back. In the background,
since Charlie had hit replay, the song was still playing softly.
"Oh, come on, Sarah! If he truly has forgotten you, then you risk nothing."
Charlie smiled and put solemnly a hand on her heart. "I promise I won't do anything
to embarrass you in front of him." Sarah giggled. "But, if I'm right… You've
got nothing to lose, here." Charlie quickly added.
But I will love you
It's a promise
D'you hear
What I'm saying?
I'm gonna love you!
I'm gonna love you…
Sarah was losing it. She sighed again and let herself convinced. Oh, it'd be nice to see him again, even from far away. Besides in a nightclub full of people and smoke, he wouldn't be able to see her, anyway, and she wasn't going to look for his attention… All she had to make sure was that Steward had his wife in check. "Alright." She raised her voice to cover the excited squeal. "But, when I say we leave, we leave! Got me? Hotty, handsome, phone number or whatever, we leave without a fuss and before you can spell your own name!"
Charlie rolled her eyes and laughed. "Whatever, I'm
a married woman, you know?" She asked Sarah, raising her left hand to show
Sarah her ring.
Sarah laughed too and confessed. "I just got carried away." The female giggled
till a male voice asked them from the doorway.
"By what?" Sarah and Charlie jumped on their feet, screaming in surprise.
"Steward!" Charlie yelled, annoyed. Her husband was grinning like a devil.
Steward was taller than Sarah, who was already tall for a woman. He had spiky
brown hair and a pair of small rectangular glasses covered his green eyes.
"How did you get in there?" Sarah asked him.
Steward pushed his glasses up his nose and gave
Sarah a hurt look. "You gave me a spare key to your apartment."
This surprised Sarah a great deal. "Did I?"
"You gave one to Charlie too." Steward shook his head, loosening his tie, after
dropping his suitcase on Sarah's table.
"Really?" Sarah asked again. She really should be careful and remember who she
gave those keys. She berated herself.
"Anyway, why are you so excited?" Steward asked, sitting on the chair next to
the couch, as both women were sitting back on it. "I heard you screaming from
the lounge."
Charlie leaned and gave him a quick kiss in the
hair while Sarah told him. "Your wife was destroying my carpet with her
drooling."
"Sarah!" Charlie whirled around.
Steward laughed and winked at Sarah while Charlie was busy blushing. "That would explain the weird message I got on my cell phone…" Alarmed, Charlie turned her head back to Steward and glared, promising death if he kept on. But, Steward beautifully ignored her. "I was in a business meeting when I got it and since it was boring, I decided to listen to it. Believe me, Sarah, I thought I was going to die from laughter and embarrassment!" He and Sarah laughed while Charlie roared, jumping on her feet again.
"YOU ARE SO SLEEPING ON THE COUCH TONIGHT!" She told him, pointing her finger to him. Steward caught her by the waist and pulled to make her fall in his lap.
Charlie was fighting against him, but Steward kept
on. Since Charlie was smaller than Sarah by a head, her struggle didn't give
Steward problem, so she stopped and pouted on his lap. "Anyway, all I could
hear was 'I got one! I got one! Back off, you bitch!' then some yelling, you
know like when someone is getting murdered." Sarah laughed so hard that tears
threatened to fall from her eyes, while Steward chuckled lightly.
"There were only a limited number of CD on sales today, since it's the first
day. These are special." Charlie defended herself, but it only elicited more
laughter from her two companions.
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I'm trapped
I'm lost
I'm walking in circles
I love you already
Even if I feel
That I'm wearing myself out
Looking out for you
Arms extended
In this frightening
Labyrinth
Too complicated
And twisted
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The following night, found Sarah, dressed in tight black pants and a small red tank top, sitting at the table of a reputed nightclub, sipping on her drink, repressing a laugh as Steward, next to her, was trying desperately to calm his overexcited little wife.
But Charlie calmed down by herself as the announcer jumped on the stage and said. "Welcome, ladies and gent. Well, more ladies than gentlemen here." He grinned, obviously not bothered at all by the important amount of females in the club. "But I guess you're all here to see the Kings on scene, right? Anyway, here they are!" He disappeared in a thunder of clapping hands and excited yelling.
But at least one female in the room wasn't
cheering. "The Kings. What a crappy name." Sarah shook her head. "Obvious,
Jareth, I thought you were more subtle, you disappoint me…" Sarah took a sip of
her drink and Steward who was in charge, eyed her wearily.
"Sarah, are you talking to your drink?" He asked, blinking. He had never seen
Sarah throwing herself like she had done tonight, on alcohol. Sure, he had seen
her drunk several times, but she had never seen to eager to be completely
ripped before. A smile crossed his lips, maybe Charlie was right, he thought,
maybe Sarah really knows that guy but is scared to meet him again…
Sarah turned her head towards him but over the
noise, she hadn't heard what Steward had said. "What?"
Steward shook his head and smiled. "Nothing." He yelled, trying to cover the
noises from the fans.
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When suddenly, with the curtains still closed, a deep and rich, male voice rose as the first notes of a piano resonated. The room fell suddenly silent and the curtains slowly opened. Sarah's hands clutched around her drink as her heart started to beat faster.
At night, the town is quiet like the bottom of the
ocean
I continue down the road by myself
Guided by the distant voice
I keep searching for the soft blue light
And Jareth was there. He was sitting at the piano while his two companions were on each side of him, the female with a classic guitar and the man an electrified one. Someone was sitting behind the drums, but Sarah didn't know who he was. Actually, she didn't even pay attention to any other than the central figure playing the piano. She followed his long and slender gloved fingers, her gaze looking up, tracing his arms under the black leather jacket on the black pants and black shirt. The fairness of his skin was even more accentuated now dressed in black, his hair had been cut short and his mismatched eyes were closed. But it was Jareth. She couldn't doubt anymore.
Hey I discoverer myself within
And my heart calls out to me
No matter how far away I am, I can hear it
Earlier, Charlie had asked her how her day had been. She had murmured a 'fine' but Charlie had only smiled back, with her little and so annoying know-it-all-smile, just like him, after all. In fact, her day had been a real hell, between the lack of sleep and the choice of what to wear and what make-up. Then the debate with her inner self on if she was happy or not to see him. Then the debate on what to wear: something to look ravishing, or to look cute, or to look indifferent. Her day had been a real hell.
The silver light burns
within every room
I walk around hoping for it anywhere surely
That was when Sarah realized that he had opened his eyes and that the other members were playing the soft melody with their leader. That was when she realized she was in his sight and for an odd moment she thought that he was staring at her. Air started to grow scare in Sarah's lungs. Maybe that was why she gulped down her drink, scaring Steward out of his mind.
Hey I found you
And so without leaving you again
No matter how much I hurt inside I'll always be near you
I'll never release
Your hand that I held
He was staring at her! Several heads among the public had turned several times in her direction to look at her, to see what the singer was staring at. Without minding Steward attempts to prevent her from ordering another drink, Sarah asked for three more.
Hey I found you
And so, without leaving you again
No matter how much I hurt inside I'll always be near you
Forever
Forever
When the waitress came back with her three drinks, Steward snatched one away from Sarah, looking at her with horrified eyes. Sarah only shrugged back and emptied the first glass. Now, she was sure Jareth was looking at her, since the gruff was smiling, his mismatched eyes dancing, as if he was mocking her.
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She was so drunk… Sarah was leaning against one of the walls outside the club. Steward had managed to get her and Charlie, ripped to the tits too, out of the club before getting kicked out and he was currently trying to convince Charlie to stop singing on the top of her lungs Jareth's songs.
The small concert had ended after four songs and the group had disappeared behind the curtains again. But, Sarah was sure she had seen Jareth winking at her. That was why she actually was in that state, anyway. Suddenly the floor seemed to be really welcoming and the idea of laying on it sounded wonderful.
Sarah slowly drifted toward the ground when a strong hand caught her. "Hello, Sarah." Sarah looked up and a pair of twinkling mismatched eyes welcomed her.
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Well, I'm always evil in the first chapter of my story… Ha! Ha! Ha! Hum…
A drunk Sarah, Jareth as a singer, a wish and add in there two mischievous friends, a desperate husband trying vainly to hold his wife down, a couple of problems, oversensitive nerves, some sinful musings and a ghost. Shake it all and here's "Wishes"!
Hope you liked the first little bit, see you around.
mikim