A Forgotten Love

Chapter 10

Sarah and Karen got back home a little after 9:00 pm. Karen announced that it was her bedtime, and that she would tuck Toby in as well. As Karen and Toby headed upstairs to bed, Sarah thought it would be a good time for her to have a little one on one with her father.

"Hey dad."

"Hey sweetie, what's up?"

"I just wanted to talk to you about something. Um, Karen and I had a long talk tonight and..."

"Ok, honey, whatever it is this time, we can fix it..."

"No, Dad, you don't understand. Karen and I didn't argue, we genuinely talked."

"Really...about what?"

"Well, I have done a lot of thinking over the past year, especially since I have been planning to come here this summer. I thought it was time that I make amends with Karen and apologize to her for treating her the way I did. It was selfish and wrong of me, and I have felt guilty about it for a while."

"So, how did it go? I have to admit, I wasn't really expecting this. That is a very mature thing to do. I especially know how hard it is to admit that you were wrong and that you're sorry."

"She was great. She accepted my apology and she told me that as much as it did hurt her at the time, she knew that I was having trouble letting go of mom, and that she knew I needed to heal before I would take responsibility for my actions."

"See, I always tried to tell you what a great woman Karen was. At the time, you didn't want to see it, but I think now you can understand why I married her."

"Yeah. Well, I am really tired dad, so I am going to make myself a cup of tea and head upstairs."

"Aren't you going to show me what you bought at the mall?"

"Ahh, well...it's just undies and stuff dad, I really don't think you want to see it."

"Oh! Well, in that case, you're right, spare me the undies. Your hair looks nice by the way."

Sarah turned and flashed a quick smile to her dad as she headed into the kitchen to make some tea. She chose the plantation mint tea; that was her favorite. As she poured the hot water over the tea bag, she was careful not to spill any. She grabbed her mug and headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Sarah threw the bags of new clothes on her bed and set her cup of tea on her vanity table. She walked back over to the bags, and grabbed the Victoria's secret one. Sarah pulled the slinky nightie out and arched an eyebrow. "There is nothing better than feeling like a princess while I sleep after my night of pampering" she said to herself out loud.
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Jareth watched through his mirror as Sarah walked into her bedroom. He almost hadn't recognized her for a second with her new hairstyle. He couldn't help but notice how her hair gently framed her face and accentuated how grown up she had become. She really was a woman now. He watched her as she strolled up to the vanity mirror, her face only inches from his just on the other side as she inspected her new look. She set a cup of tea down on the vanity table just in front of the mirror. She turned and walked back over to some bags that she had tossed on to the bed when she came in.

Jareth cocked his head to the side, wondering what she was doing. He was surprised that she didn't go straight to the book on the floor to try and remember more of what she had experienced six years before. As much as Jareth was a little impatient, he watched her curiously...wondering what could be more important to her than her earlier discovery of her time in the Labyrinth when Toby was taken; the memory clearly seemed to have her rattled.
Jareth continued to watch as Sarah pulled out a pink and white striped bag. She pulled out something black, although he couldn't really tell what it was. She set it down on her bed, and made her way over to the vanity once again. She took a sip of tea, and lit a few candles on the vanity table. She turned around and walked over to her doorway, where she locked the door, and turned of the light. A soft glow from the candles danced around the room as she walked back over to her bed.

Jareth's eyes widened and a devilish smirk played across his face as he began to see what she was up to. Sarah pulled off her crimson sweater, jeans, socks and even undergarments. She grabbed the black piece of clothing from her bed, and slipped it effortlessly over her toned body. Jareth was completely in focused on her slender form, and took special notice of how the delicate fabric clung to her body in all the right places. He felt himself growing hard just looking at her, knowing full well that he couldn't hold out too much longer...he needed to have her.
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Sarah looked at her reflection in the mirror, and took another sip of tea. "This is how a princess is supposed to look and feel" She said with a hint of slyness in her tone. As she turned to walk over to put her other new clothes away she kicked something under her bed with her foot. "God Dammit! That hurt. What the hell was that?" Sarah bent down and pulled out a small red leather bound book from under her bed. She immediately remembered what she had discovered earlier before she had gone to the mall. She had forgotten all about it when she was talking to Karen, but it all came flooding back over her like a tidal wave. She just stood there and stared at it for what seemed like an eternity.

Sarah began talking to herself out loud, "Ok, Calm down Sarah, you just have to think about this logically...OK, so, what EXACTLY do I remember...well, I remember having to baby-sit. I remember being rather pissed off about it, and became even more pissed off when I noticed that Lancelot was gone, and Toby wouldn't stop screaming. Next, I remember trying to shut him up by telling him a story...THIS STORY...Oh Shit."
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Jareth had to get over his eye full and concentrate on how he was going get her past looking at him as an enemy, and maybe even as a lover. He knew he needed to earn her trust in order to strike the perfect revenge, but that wasn't going to be easy...He finally decided that the best way to do that was to put her under another spell. It had to be tonight. How was he going to do it? A peach would be all too obvious, and she would probably toss it. It was at that moment, he looked down and saw her tea cup in front of him on the vanity table. He looked over at her to make sure she wouldn't see him, and he slipped a gloved hand through the mirror just over her tea cup. He sprinkled the enchantment powder into her tea and quickly pulled his hand back in the mirror.

Jareth looked back at Sarah and she was still sitting on her bed talking to herself about what really happened in the Labyrinth. This time, he wasn't going to be able to win her over so quickly. She had no memory of her past encounters with him when he had given her the peach the other night. This time, she would remember everything. Even under the spell, she would remember him as her adversary, although she would not remember what the situation behind it was. He knew that if he could make her fall for him while under the spell, then it would be so much easier for her to give him another chance when they finally met in the flesh...which would be soon...
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Sarah Continued to think about the events surrounding Toby being taken, "OK, So I told him a story about the Goblin King who had fallen in love with a girl and...Oh My God...He was in LOVE with Me? He couldn't have been, I mean, het tht the cleaners after me, and then made Hoggle give me that peach. Hoggle! I can't believe I had forgotten...Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus helped me through the Labyrinth! I never did call on them, I wonder if they would come if I tried to call them? I wonder if they'd remember me at all...maybe I'll try it tomorrow. Where was I ? Oh, yes...Jareth...I can't help but think that maybe he wasn't as bad as he seemed. I know that I should think he was a devious scumbag, but maybe he was just playing the villain because that was what I had expected him to do?...Now that I think about it, he could have very easily put a spell on me to have nightmares or something to forget Toby, but he didn't. I was at a Ball, and I was Dancing...with him."

Sarah licked her lips as she pondered what this could all mean. She got up and walked back over to her vanity to finish her tea before she went to bed. She grabbed the mug and swilled it down in one last big gulp. As she set the mug back down on the vanity, she felt a sense of exhaustion wash over her. Her legs felt like lead as she dragged herself over to her bed to lie down. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was drifting down into a deep sleep. She could almost hear the sounds of a player piano echoing in her head as the dream was overtaking her.


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Chapter 11

The room around Sarah came into focus, and she saw that she was on a stage dancing to the rhythm of an old piano. She could see other girls to her left and to her right, all dancing similarly to the melodic tune. She looked around for some clue as to where she was. She noticed there was a large card table over to her left where many men seemed to be enthralled in a poker game. To her right, she saw a bar where a few men were drinking, and a few women were openly flirting. All of the women she saw were dressed rather scantily in very old fashioned looking attire. Sarah was also painfully aware that she herself wore very little. She caught sight of her reflection in a mirror directly across the room. She noticed that she was wearing an old fashioned red satin corset that laced up the back, as well as a short pair of white knickers. Her hair was curled and pinned up on the top of her head, leaving a few tendrils down by her face. She was also wearing quite a lot of makeup; her complexion was pale, her lips ruby red, and she even had a false beauty mark.

A man walked by the stage and stared hungrily at all the girls, giving Sarah a wink as he passed by. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some change, which he flung rather carelessly onto the stage. Almost immediately, all the other girls dancing near Sarah dove greedily to the floor to pick up the coins. Sarah took a step back, realizing that she was too late to get her hands on any. She made sure to keep up the dancing pace with the girls because she didn't want to stand out while she was trying to figure out where she was. At a nearby table, Sarah overheard to two men talking about a dispute that had apparently taken place in this bar a few days earlier.

"You shoulda seen him, Joseph, he come hollerin in here like he owned the place sayin, 'I want to talk with the man who shot my horse last night!' jeez, what a mess."

"What happened, did he find the guy who did it?"

"Well, what happened was that Mr. McKracken and his partner Mr. Von Amer, who own this place, happened to be here that night. As Mr. McKracken stood to confront the man, Mr. Von Amer Stepped in front of him and said to the man, 'Just who do you think you are waltzing in here and accusing my clientele of such barbaric behavior?! I suggest you turn yourself around and look for the perpetrator of this crime elsewhere. I am in the middle of a poker game if you don't mind.'"

"and what did he say to that?"

"You shoulda seen his face. Every single person in here stopped what they were doing and watched to see what would happen next. Well, the guy, whoever he was, looked at Mr. Von Amer and said, 'You and that Irish fellow may own this club, but you cannot presume to tell me what to do. Besides, this hasn't got anything to do with you, you French Bastard!'"

"Well, what happened next? You said it was a real mess!"

"Oh it was, just as Mr. Von Amer turned to walk away, the guy started to reach for his gun, but Mr. Von Amer Spun around so fast and got off a round before the guy could even pull the trigger. That poor bastard fell to the floor and never got up."

"No one knew who he was? No, he was one of those fools who are making their way out west. I guess he was only in Boston Long enough to purchase a horse and some new clothes. Poor bastard. Oh well, I guess it just goes to show ya that you don't take on someone like Mr. Von Amer; I hear he is very charming to the ladies, but I hear he has quite a temper."

"I guess, wow. Remind me not to provoke him!"

The two men laughed, and Sarah at least knew where she was: Boston. Judging from her outfit, she would guess that they were somewhere during the late nineteenth century. She would have to act the part if she didn't want to stand out in the crowd. She noticed that it must have been getting later because more people began to file in and make their way over to the bar for a drink. Sarah figured that since she was onstage, and there was a chance she could make some money, she might as well try. She didn't know how long she would remain here, and she may need the money.

As the piano struck up a new song, Sarah watched the other girls carefully as she moved to the music, trying very hard to imitate their style of dance. Just when she began to get the hang of it and loosen up a little bit, one of the men threw some money up onto the stage. This time, Sarah wasn't missing out. She dove down on the stage fast before the other girls could get to it. She glanced down only for a quick second, with a self-satisfied smirk, before she shoved the money in her corset, realizing it was only two dollars. Well, she would have to work a little bit harder if she expected to make any cash tonight. Sarah migrated towards the front line of girls and closed her eyes as she danced a little more seductively. She slowly ran her hands down the front of her leg and then all the way back up. Almost right away, she saw that this trick was working because more and more money was being thrown up onto the stage at her. She grabbed all the money she could and then the song came to an end. Apparently it was break time for the girls, because all of them began to migrate off the stage and out into the crowd.

Sarah hopped down off of the stage and began to make her way over to the bar for a drink. Just before she reached the bar, a man grabbed her roughly by the arm and spun her around. He was very tall with dark brown hair, and he had an Irish accent.

"Just what do you think this is? Break time? No, I don't think so missy. Look around you. All the other girls are working, and you are thinking about relaxing??!! Not on my time..."

"Let her go McKracken, I'm sure she didn't know any better. After all, she is new."

"Just you never mind Jacob, I will decide when she gets to relax. As far as I am concerned, now is not the time, especially since she has been requested to be the escort of Mr. Von Amer tonight."

"What?! I thought I was just supposed to dance?" a tinge of fear enveloped her as she recalled the earlier conversation she'd heard about Mr. Von Amer.

"You keep your mouth shut and your ears open little girl, and you best heed my rules if you want to keep your job here. I could throw you back out onto the street faster than you can blink. Now, let's go."

Sarah blinked back tears as Mr. McKracken yelled at her. She felt totally alone in this place and felt very vulnerable, especially dressed the way she was. Mr. McKracken steered her through the crowd towards the large card table where many men were playing a hand of poker. She was led over to a man that had his back to her, but she could see his long blond hair that spilled wildly over his shoulders. He seemed to be of slim build, and dressed very elegantly.

As the card game ended, the man turned to face Sarah and she gasped. She knew him. She wasn't sure how, but she knew that she knew him, and that she did NOT like him very much.

"Mr. Von Amer, since you and I have shared such a lucrative partnership, I wanted to make sure that you had the most attractive escort available this evening."

"Why thank you Philip. She is exquisite." He reached up and lightly lifted her chin so that she would meet his eyes.

"Well, I must get back to books, I will meet with you tomorrow as planned."

"Goodnight Philip, I will enjoy the evening." He turned his eyes back to Sarah as Mr. McKracken walked away. "Won't you join me?"

Sarah sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. She wasn't sure why she was acting so brash, especially since the story she had heard about him. He could just as easily finish her off too. "No, I would rather stand." She crossed her arms defiantly across her chest.

"I insist, please sit. NOW." His eyes narrowed into a cruel glare.

Sarah instinctively sat in the chair beside him at the card table. She never really could get into cards, but if that was all he requested of her was to sit and watch him play cards, she wasn't complaining. Somehow, she knew that it wasn't going to be that easy.

After the game of poker was finished nearly a half hour later, and Mr. Von Amer won the game, he turned to face her as the other gentlemen went on their way with significantly lighter pockets. "So you must be starving about now, I know I am certainly famished. I must tell you though, I am reluctant to take you anywhere looking like that."

"How dare you? You request my company, whatever THAT entails, and then you insult me. What would you have me do? Strip? I think not."

"My dear, no, I would not have you strip...at least not yet anyway" He gave her a quick up and down glance as he continued, "However, all I meant was that I simply cannot take you to dinner in that outfit. You look like a two dollar whore."

"Well, I am not sure if that was your way of apologizing, but I do not make it a habit to go anywhere with someone who insults me, then calls me a whore, when I do not even know their name."

"It's Jareth, and I am sorry, I didn't intend to upset you, I am just trying to point out the rather obvious. I do not make it a habit to take my dancing girls out to dinner, but when I saw you as I walked in I simply couldn't turn down a someone who dances with such passion. None of the other girls move quite the way you do, and I find that...interesting."

Sarah didn't know what to say, she blushed a little at his rather forward comment, but she still felt a little edgy. She knew there was something not quite right about him. "So, what do you suggest we do?"

"Well, I happen to know that in the room upstairs on the left hand side, there is a few dresses in the wardrobe that should be about your size. They should suffice for now."

"Ok, I will go try them on. Don't you want to know my name?"

"I already know it Sarah, Mr. McKracken told me when I inquired about you."

"Oh. Well, in that case, I will be down shortly."

Sarah turned and walked away from Jareth and headed up the stairs. She didn't have time to go exploring, but she peeked in a few of the rooms anyway. There was one room across the hall from where she was told the dresses were. It seemed to be some kind of an office. She saw a tall man hunched over some paper work. "Ahh, Mr. McKracken...I'll just keep out of his way" she thought.

Sarah opened the door to what looked like a small guest bedroom. Next to the bed was a small wardrobe that contained three dresses. They were all very simple designs, but they all seemed to fit her like a glove. She chose the red satin gown that clung to her body as she walked. It was beautiful. She had to admit, she did look good in it. Now all she need was to find something to wash her face. On the opposite side of the bed, was a small washstand with a small vanity table. She poured some water in the bowl and splashed it onto her face, drying it with the hand towel. Then she moved to the vanity table, adjusted her hair and reapplied her lipstick only. That was much better. She looked like she had actually moved up a step in the social ranks. She decided it was time to head back down stairs to meet Mr. Von Amer. She had a feeling she was in for an interesting evening, at the very least...
Sarah made her way down the stairs and over to the Bar where Jareth was deep in conversation with a man she recognized as Jacob. She had remembered Mr. McKracken telling him to back off when she was accused of taking a break. Jacob was the bartender at the club. He was shorter than Jareth, and he had dark hair. He definitely seemed a lot nicer than Mr. McKracken. Jareth turned to face her as he heard her walk up behind him.

"Ahh, much better. You actually look quite lovely when you are not dressed like a harlot."

"Well, if you don't approve with our clothing while we dance, then maybe you shouldn't have picked out our costumes!"

"Actually, love, I didn't pick them out. I merely suggested to Philip that we have plenty of women around the club for entertaining, you know, like finely dressed women who can be an escort; but he simply took it a little too far and had women not only dancing on the stage, but had them barely dresses as well. In my opinion, I think it is scandalous, and it will ultimately give this club a bad reputation. I had visions of a bourgeois establishment, but Philip, he turned this place into a kind of Brothel."

"Wait a second, you wanted women to work here as Escorts?? You aren't suggesting they SLEEP with people?!?"

"No, I just meant that they would serve as good company and nothing more. If anything should happen outside of that, it would be the choice of the woman herself, and have nothing to do with what she does for a job I assure you."

"I see. So, if you aren't exactly pleased with this club, why don't you sell your share? I mean, if he doesn't even listen to his partner, than what did you contribute to this club?"

"There is only one thing that Philip and I agreed on...since he isn't a very creative person, it was I who came up with the name of the club."

"Which is?"

Jareth looked at her oddly. She worked here, surely she knew the name of the club? "It is called, 'Le Cheval Nior'."

Sarah realized that it was a dumb question to ask, but she did want to know the name of the place. She quickly covered her mistake by saying, "I knew the name of it, but because it was French, I just couldn't pronounce it right, so I figured you could tell me how to say it. Now, tell me one more thing...what does it mean?"

"It means 'The Black Horse'."

"Why did you want to name it that? And why did Philip agree?"

"He simply thought it sounded nice, but he has no clue what it means. I, however, chose the name because like a regal black horse, I had envisioned this place to cater only to those elite classes of people. Instead, My hopes were dashed when Philip catered to this clientele."

"So, why don't you just sell your half of the partnership? I'm sure someone would buy it from you."

"I have thought about it, I just haven't discussed it with Philip yet. Well, enough of all this, let us go to dinner. Besides, I would like to know more about YOU."

Sarah blushed and thought to herself, "Maybe he isn't as bad of a guy as everyone makes him out to be, maybe I just took it for granted that he is. I have never met this man before in my life, yet, I felt like I knew him. I'm, not sure why I felt that way, or thought I wasn't going to like him, rather it is just the opposite. Given time, This may be the exact sort of man I could fall in love with. There must be more to him than what other people see...and I'm going to find out."

Sarah took his arm and smiled up at him sweetly as they headed out the door to his carriage.

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Chapter 12

Jareth helped Sarah into his coach. The black horse that was tethered to the carriage pawed at the ground and flared its nostril with a snort. As soon as Jareth stepped into the carriage behind Sarah, it was on its way.

"So, where are you taking me?"

"I thought we would have a quiet dinner. I know a wonderful bistro near the waterfront."

"I am a little hungry. So tell me, how did you end up in Boston? I know that most of the immigrants here are Irish, and I was curious as to why a Frenchman would venture here."

"That is a long story, but to make a long story short, my parents were tragically lost in a fire when I was a small child, but I was spared. I went to live with my grandfather in Paris. I studied the arts and foreign languages, but I finally found that I had a knack for business. I studied business at a University nearby and when I finished my schooling, I thought it was about time I try to put my skills to use. There seemed no better an opportunity to venture to a land not my own, and make a fresh start and a name for myself in Boston. Does that satisfy your curiosity? What about you? How did you end up working as a dancing girl in my club?"

"Surely you know, you and Mr. McKracken own the club!"

"Actually, I have had nothing to do with hiring any of the staff. Philip has taken that upon himself. As I have already told you, the only things I have been able to contribute were funds and the Name of the club. So, Do tell me your version of how you came to our employment, wont you?"

"Umm, to be honest, I don't really remember..."

Sarah knew that she probably seemed strange to Jareth because she not only couldn't remember the name of the club (Which she covered for brilliantly) but now she couldn't remember how she even came to work there.

"Well, All that Mr. McKracken has told me was that you are new. I knew that you must have been because I KNOW that I would have remembered YOU."

Sarah smiled. "So, tell me really why you requested me for the evening...there were many gorgeous women at the club, some who I might add weren't 'The Help'".

Jareth smirked and looked deep into her eyes. "Sometimes you just feel drawn to someone, and you don't care who they are or where they came from."

The coach slowed to a stop as Jareth opened the door and helped Sarah out. Jareth offered his arm to her and she took it willingly. There was something about him she couldn't quite place; He seemed so strong and self-assured, as if no one dare challenge him. She liked that about him, but she didn't want to seem too interested. She needed to find out more about him before she showed her hand.

Jareth escorted her in a small elegant bistro situated just a stone's throw from the waterfront. As they were ushered to their table, soft violin music could be heard hanging in the air playing some haunting melody. Jareth pulled out a chair for her as she sat on the opposite side of the table from him. As the waiter was making his way towards them, Sarah reached for a menu, but Jareth pulled it out of her reach before sheld gld get her hands on it. She looked at him a little baffled. The waiter asked if they were ready to order and Jareth immediately took it upon himself to order for her. The waiter walked away briskly towards the kitchen.

"Why did you order for me? I didn't even get to see what was on the menu! How do you presume to know what I would like for dinner if you didn't even ask me??"

"You will like what I ordered for you, I assure you. You will like it and you will eat it."

"Excuse me? Are you telling me what to do?"

"Keep your voice down, I simply ordered for you because the menu was written entirely in French...I know you cannot read it. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Now please, Let us enjoy the atmosphere, and each other's company IF you can see your way to it. Really, I promise I won't bite."

Sarah blushed almost as scarlet as the dress she was wearing. "I am sorry, it's just that I really don't know why I am here, and I feel like I know you from somewhere but I am sure we have never met. Please accept my apology, I really do want to get to know you..." With that last comment, Sarah blushed again, and looked away. Damn, she didn't want to let him know that she found him attractive, but she just kept letting it slip.

"Ah, here comes our dinner. I ordered you roast chicken with a sweet cranberry glaze over wild rice. I thought it was something you might enjoy."

"Thank you, that does sound delicious" Sarah loved chicken and rice. It was actually one of her favorite meals...but how could he have known?

They ate dinner quietly sharing polite conversation here and there. Sarah couldn't keep herself from looking at him. He was so beautiful. Secretly she hoped he would kiss her, but she knew she was just being foolish. This man seemed to know her very well, her likes and dislikes...but how? The longer she sat looking into his mismatched eyes, the more she felt herself being drawn to him.

Jareth asked her she would accompany him on a walk along the pier before he took her back to the club. She agreed without hesitation. It was a beautiful night, there was a soft breeze by the water, but it wasn't very cold out. The stars were sparkling like small diamonds in the sky of the finest quality. He reached down and took her hand in his gloved one and pulled her towards the end of the pier. Together they stood quietly looking off in to the expanse of the ocean at night. He turned to her and brushed her hair away from her face and ran his thumb along her chin and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to seem to eager, but his touch was like a searing flame that spread rapidly throughout her body. She let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding as he leaned down towards her. He closed his eyes and brushed his lips against hers softly at first, but with more force as he felt her responding to him by leaning in towards him to deepen the kiss. She reached up and slid her hand into his silken blond hair as he pulled her closer to him. She could feel his heart beating against her as he held he tight.
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Sarah opened her eyes and let out a harsh breath as she looked around and realized that she was in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom, once again alone, still feeling the tingling sensation on her lips from his passionate kiss. God, it was all so real. She could see his face haunting her every time she closed her eyes. She sat up in her bed, and looked down to see the small red leather bound book called "The Labyrinth". She picked it up and cautiously flipped through its pages. She had remembered thinking about her past experience in the labyrinth, remembering that she wanted to try to call upon her friends today.

Sarah got herself out of bed and grabbed her robe and headed to the shower. She would need to think before she did anything. As much as she wanted to call on her friends, she didn't know if they would remember her. It had been six years since she had called on them...the night she defeated the Labyrinth. All she could think about was his intense eyes, and his commanding presence. Would he come to her if she called him? She wasn't going to wish anyone away to see him, but just maybe she could call him the same way she could call upon her friends. It was worth a try right? Would he be mad at her? Would he even want to see her...IF he even answered her call. She decided it was worth a try. She needed to have a small defense of her own just incase he was upset with her still from all those years ago. Once, he had offered her her dreams, and asked her to love him. Would he still offer this to her if she wanted it? There was only one way to find out.

Sarah opened her wardrobe in her bedroom looking to find something that she knew made her look sexy. She finally decided on a black skirt that hugged the curves of her body, and a white tie around blouse from the GAP that had a rather plunging neckline. She accented the outfit with a pair of L.e.i. black knee length boots. She blow dried her hair and tried to mimic the style that the stylist had given her at the salon the night before. She put on a little make up, making sure to accentuate her long dark eyelashes and her ruby red lips. Sarah looked in the mirror and she was ready. She walked slowly up to the mirror and took a deep breath.
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Jareth gazed through the mirror into Sarah's bedroom as he saw her reaction upon her waking from his dream. He couldn't help pat himself on the back at how good that last enchantment had presented itself. Not only was he able to get her to begin to trust him, but he was able to get her to admit her attraction for him through a kiss...Not that he didn't know she was attracted to him, The very first ball room enchantment he began to feel it, but even that was magnified by his second peach in her Mardi Gras dream. He had to admit, as much as he thoroughly enjoyed the Mardi Gras dream he had given her, He liked leaving her to feel nothing but raw desire for him. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before she called him; and he would be ready.
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Sarah gazed at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself, "Now or never". She took another deep breath and said, "I need you Jareth". When nothing happened she started to laugh a little to herself for being so foolish, but that laughter quickly turned to small sobs as she began to think that he would haunt her for the rest of her life. Suddenly, she felt a breeze whip through the room. She wiped her eyes and looked again into the mirror. This time, she saw not only herself but also the reflection of Jareth standing immediately behind her. She froze, not wanting to turn around just yet incase it was a dream. She held her breath and the room seemed to be silent except for her heart pounding in her ears...

"Hello Sarah..."


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