New Crystals, Old Dreams- Chapter 6

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Lord Tur led her silently back down hallways, but this time the twists and turns were different and she was getting confused.  He hadn’t said one word to her and it was becoming unnerving to be around him.  She almost wished that the Goblin King could be here, at least he would be yelling at her or talking…or something. 

Anything.

As they walked on she thought back on the little time they had spent together so far.  He hadn’t seemed that pissed off at her, but back there in the courtroom he left her punishment in the fate of another’s hands.  How could he?  Even if he was mad at her, wouldn’t he want to be the one punishing her so he could get his anger out?  Unless…he didn’t want to hurt her….

Her thoughts weren’t able to continue on their path of understanding because she was suddenly jerked to a stopped by her new...master.  Oh that was just a horrible thought to have.  How could any man have that much power over her?  Sarah really wished it had been a woman that she had been handed off to.  At least then she might have been able to retain some dignity during whatever these punishments were.  One thing she did know was that she was to be naked whenever they weren’t in public.

This frightened her more than potentially getting hurt.  Sarah hadn’t ever been with a man like that.  Truly told, no man had ever seen her naked before and this was to be the most humiliating, how long had Danu said, oh yes….  “As long as she deems necessary.”  Fabulous.  What a wonderfully vague answer.

“In you go.”  She heard that annoyingly pleasing baritone voice ring out through the air to her.  Lord Tur wanted her to enter an open doorway.  She peeked her head in and saw that it was a private bedchamber.  Her face drained of all color and she felt like she was going to throw up.

“What are you going to do…?”  His jade eyes seemed to soften from their gem-like state for a moment at the clear fright that must be lighting her eyes.  The kindness and understanding she saw in them was enough to give her hope that this wouldn’t be too bad.  Though, every kind twinkle was gone from his eyes as a group of Fae passed them in the hall cat calling and cheering him like construction workers.

“I wish I had your good luck Eireach!”  Sarah looked up at him confused.  She had thought that Tur was his name; guess not.  He smiled winningly at them and ushered her into his room a little less than forcefully. 

“You know what you are supposed to do now.”  He said nonchalantly as he passed her to sit at the desk.  It was like he was telling a dog to sit.  There was no more thought or cruelty to it than that and it frightened and confused Sarah more than anything else that she had encountered on this terrifying trip to the Underground.  Eireach turned from his seat at his desk and looked at her.  “What are you doing?”

Her hands were crossed over her chest, grabbing either shoulder and she was still fully clothed.  It was just so hard to think of even taking off her shirt in front of this guy let alone every thread of clothing on her body.  His face was set in a frown that looked so wrong on his striking face.  It actually looked like he was uncomfortable himself, but he got up and came over to her.

“You have to do this.  If you do not you will get yourself into even more trouble and trust me you don’t want that.”  He didn’t sound like he was trying to be menacing so much as he was honestly trying to help her.

“But I…I just can’t.”  He leaned his head to the side in thought and reached an elegant hand out to brush strands of hair from her face. 

“One so beautiful is ashamed of herself?”  She did a double take at his words.  “So you’re shy.  Ok, I will let you wait a moment until we know each other a little better.”  Sarah was so grateful to him she could almost hug him if she wasn’t still frightened. 

“What do you want to know about me…?  I’m just some human; the fact that I am unwanted and uncared about here was made perfectly clear to me in that courtroom.”  She stayed quiet, but kept the sting in her words.  Really, she couldn’t help it…it was her nature.  Expecting a slap or something worse she steeled herself to it and only received laughter in response.  She opened her eyes abashed.

“You don’t think much of us do you?”  She just shook her head and didn’t say anything.  “Well then I will tell you this once and once only.  Gods and Goddesses don’t care for humans.  Most Fae don’t either, but there are a select few that do…me being one of them.  That is why Danu gave you to me.”  Sarah turned her gaze to him, she was so confused by everything.

“But why give me to someone that likes humans?  Why not give me to someone who will punish me terribly?  I thought they wanted me to be hurt.”  Eireach sat down on the plush black comforter that covered the bed.  He looked like he was suppressing laughter and that only made Sarah more upset.

“Dear Sarah…you weren’t paying attention during the end of your trial were you?  No I guess not, you were quite busy crying.”  Her eyes blazed at his and she wanted to rip that smirk off his face, but she feared the repercussions.  “The high council understood your point in the case and they were lenient to you.”

“Oh yay, I got to be a naked private slave instead of a naked public slave.  They are so forgiving and understanding.”  This time the tall Fae lounging on the bed burst out laughing.

“You have such spirit Sarah.  That’s what they loved.  You didn’t hold back and cower like most humans.  You are exceptional.  That is why they gave you to me.  They didn’t want such a powerful presence wasted and broken in the court.  Your sentence with me will not be horrible.”  He gestured to the bed and motioned for her to sit next to him.

“But what will you do to me?”  Eireach sighed and leaned back on his elbows.  He made it look so elegant and graceful…such a simple movement and it was art in her eyes.

“I will do only what I have to and no more.”  Her brows rose and she questioned further, testing the waters with him.

“What does ‘what you have to do’ entail?”  As he turned his head towards her his long, curly copper hair fell over part of his face making his eyes stand out even more.  His hair came down to about mid face and when it fell in front of his eyes it made him seem even more handsome.  She was always a sucker for the long hair type.  He was almost too breath-taking to look at, quite like Jareth, but in his own unique way.

“I have to keep you naked whenever we are alone and I must punish you till you have at least welts.”  She gulped and bent over double, putting her head between her knees.  Her stomach felt like it was going to make the trip up her body itself instead of its contents.

“How are you going to punish me?”  A strong hand was on her back rubbing it back and forth trying to calm her.

“The wooden paddle is customary and probably the least painful of all the tortures.  I will use that until you are raw enough to satisfy the gods for the day and then we can relax.”  Sarah could feel the tears slipping from her eyes.

“I will grow old and die here under the Gods punishment won’t I?”  The hand on her back stopped moving and pulled her up into a sitting position.  The look on his face was one of shock.

“No one has told you anything about the Underground have they?”  Wiping away some rouge tears form her eyes, she shook her head.  “Oh Gods, Danu gave me a greater task than I thought.  Most humans don’t take this news very well.”  Suddenly that knotting feeling in her chest was back and she didn’t want to hear whatever it was he had to say.

“What could be that horrible?”

“Well, if a human is in the Underground for a long length of time they become Fae.”  Her eyes went wide with the shock of what he was telling her.

“Do you mean that I will become immortal?”  He bit his lip, thinking.

“In a way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Fae are immortal, but eventually everyone gets tired of this existence and the Fae move on to the next.”  Her brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?  They die?”  He brushed his hand through his hair and trying to think of a way to explain it to her. 

“It’s more like just turning into something else.”

“Reincarnation?”  He sighed and then nodded.  She didn’t need him to tell her that what she said wasn’t exactly it, but it was close enough.  “So how much more will I age before I stop?” 

“You will pretty much stay as you are now.”  She smiled at the thought.  “You are taking this a lot better than other humans have.”  Sarah really didn’t understand that one.

“Why wouldn’t they take that kind of news well?  I mean humans Aboveground want to be immortal.  We strive and strive to advance our medicines and anti-aging creams just to make ourselves feel younger.  I just don’t see why anyone would take it badly.”  The way he looked at her seemed almost reverential.

“You are truly amazing Sarah.”  She crossed her arms and tried her best to look peeved at his distraction.  “Oh you want an answer.  I guess they take it badly cause having themselves told that they are immortal lets them know that they will never see their family again.  They will outlive them and everyone they know will die.” 

Sarah thought about that and could only think of one person that she would actually miss from Aboveground, Toby.  After everything she went through for him, she would never see him again.  She could feel the tears coming back now.  Ok, she could see how people might take it badly then, but she only lost one person. 

Anyone else must have lost whole families.  If the pain she was feeling could multiply to a whole family she could see how it would break someone.  The hand was back on her shoulder.  He was soothing in his kindness and she silently thanked the Gods for him, literally.  At that thought she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wow, you are taking it really well!”  She looked up at him, tears still in her eyes, but laughter in her voice.

“I just thought of something funny.  As far as the taking the immortal thing badly…well I am only losing one person.  It will be very sad not to see him anymore, but I didn’t have anyone that I cared that much about back in the Aboveground.”  He nodded understandingly.

“Well, we should get to what you have to do.”  She grimaced at the thought, but he hugged her.  “I know this won’t be easy for you, but I am your confidant here and you don’t have to worry about me.  I won’t hurt you…well, no more than I have to.”  He said it so comically she had to laugh at him.  “Now come on, let’s get this over with so we can get back to talking!”  Eireach had a bright grin on his face that made her feel much better.

“Oh alright!  Just turn around.”  He raised a sardonic brow.

“I am going to be seeing you naked quite a lot my dear…shouldn’t you just get used to it?”  She pointed to the wall behind him.

“I will get used to it later, as of now I am not so turn around!”  He laughed again, his lilting voice drifting through the air as he turned around.

“Remind me who the master here is again?”  She snorted as she got her clothes off for her first punishment, which she still felt that she didn’t really deserve, but she had to sigh and think….

‘It could be worse.’


Jareth was pacing his suite furiously.  How could he have let her punishment be placed in someone else’s hands?  Who was going to be touching her?  What would they be doing to her?  Oh Gods, his head hurt just thinking about it. 

Ever since he had stormed out of that courtroom his bad conscious had been silent and that damned angel had been chatting up a storm, making him feel like crap.  He hadn’t even stayed to see who she had been turned over to. 

‘Oh I hate everything about her!’  His mind was racing with his ebbing rage.  ‘Oh, but I don’t hate her.  I don’t hate her at all.  I just hate what she makes me feel…human.’  She made him feel so very human and vulnerable and he didn’t like it.  He was the Goblin King!  Jareth didn’t like feeling like he could bend to someone else’s will instead of the other way around.

That was why he had handled everything with Sarah so horribly.  He had felt vulnerable so he had put up a defense against it, the only defense he had ever known as King of the Goblins, hostility.  It was like the proverbial little human boy hitting the girl he likes to show affection, it didn’t really work that way. 

That had been made perfectly clear to him in the courtroom and that was what had stung him deepest.  Sarah hadn’t even really realized his affections were as deep as they had been.  All she had viewed him as was the monster from her storybooks, but when they had danced in the ballroom…had she not felt and grasped his love then?  He had even proclaimed it in song.

I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing the path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars

And then he had said ‘Falling in love’ only about a hundred times after that.  What more could she want?  He didn’t know and couldn’t fathom what it might be at the moment…all he did know what that he had messed up some how and he had no clue to how to fix it.  He wasn’t able to ponder the ways to fix anything because his mother stormed into the room all fire and brimstone. 

“How could you let her be handed off to someone else for that kind of punishment!?!  Really Jareth you disappoint me!  I thought she was ‘your beloved human’!?”  He hadn’t heard his mother this angry since she had been yelling at his father…oh Gods, is that what he had become…his father?  His stomach reacted to that thought by churning till he had to sit down or throw up, he chose sitting down.

“Mother, not now please.”  At least that wasn’t something his father would have said.  The fight would have been raging at her ‘impudence’ by now.  His mother on the other hand seemed to think that she was still talking to that tyrant he had to call kin.

“Not now?  Not now!?!  How can you be so calm when Sarah is off in the hands of Lord Tur for her punishment!?”  Maesia was near to screeching she was so upset at him.  It was a truly amazing sight.

“Lord Tur!?  She was handed to Lord Tur?”  His memory grasped at the image of a handsome, tall man with copper colored hair and beguiling green eyes.  Sarah was with him for her punishment?  Jareth let out a worried yelp at the thought.  “But he is a human sympathizer.  He will treat her kindly and earn her trust.  What if she falls in love with him during what he gets to do as punishment?” 

Jareth forced himself to think of all the things that Eireach was allowed to do to Sarah.  Just the thought alone was enough to have his stomach turning again, but with a bone deep worry this time, not revulsion.  What would happen if she did fall in love with the kindhearted Lord? 

Jareth would never have the chance to make anything up to her and he would have lost her to someone beneath him.  Oh, that was the part he couldn’t stomach.  It was a gut-wrenching feeling he had never experienced and he didn’t like it.  He was sure that his mother could pick up on his thoughts…she always could and his face wasn’t exactly masking anything at the moment.

“So what are you going to do about this?  She can’t love someone else.  That human loves you now…don’t lose her.”  Her voice was so much calmer and kinder now, but why?

“Why the sudden mood swing mother?”  She drew back quickly, as if shocked by his words.

“Can’t a mother feel bad for her son?”  His eyes narrowed menacingly and knowingly.

“Tell me mother.”  Her hands went up in a flighty attempt to sway him from the subject.

“Oh Jareth you always jump to conclusions!”  But she didn’t have that supreme confidence in her voice that she normally had.  Her voice had broken for an all knowing instant that Jareth leapt on.

“You are lying to me!  I am your King and I DEMAND to know what you are keeping from me!”  His mother seemed to cower before him.  When he stopped fuming to look into her eyes he saw something that shocked him...fear.  He dropped his shoulders and sat in the nearest chair, enveloping his head in his hands, ashamed.

“What’s happening to you my son?”  He peeked through the dark sanctuary of his hands to see his mother cautiously inching towards him, still frightened. 

“I don’t know.”  He felt a tender, wary hand on his knee and placed one of his over it. “I don’t know.”



Eireach put the paddle away as tears were streaming down her face from her first punishment.  It had been worse than she might have thought and now she couldn’t help but think of those S&M freaks that liked this.  She couldn’t see how…it hurt like hell and Sarah had felt absolutely NO pleasure in it at all.

Her limbs wouldn’t even obey her commands to sit up and get her clothes on.  She felt strong hands on her shoulders, coaxing her to lay still.  Her body tensed as horrible thoughts came to her mind.  Was he going to take advantage of her now when she couldn’t fight him? 

But no, all she felt was a cool substance being poured on her pain ridden buttocks.  Eireach then started rubbing in the cooling liquid and she jumped as the pain seemed to come through once more.  It hurt less than the smack of the paddle, but still stung as his hands touched raw flesh.

As the massage wore on she could see that this might be the part that the S&M guys liked.  This pain seemed to be linked to her nervous system in some weird way that was actually starting to arouse her.  She jerked away from him, frightened by her sudden willingness at what was happening.  Sarah couldn’t go on like this anymore.

“I can’t have you doing this.”  He looked confused, but after looking into her eyes knowing washed over his face.

“I am truly sorry, I did not mean for what I was doing to do that.  I was simply trying to ease your pain.”  He looked genuine, but Sarah still wasn’t sure that she wanted his hands on her body anymore.

“I just want Jareth to do this.”  She threw her hands up over her mouth at her blurted statement.  It shocked her more than it had Eireach, he actually looked like he had expected that.  He was nodding his head as he handed her a towel to dry herself of the aloe.

“I knew you loved him.”  She could have fallen dead right there.  From his reaction to hers she thought she had.  He came and caught her, helping her to lay down so she wouldn’t hurt.  “Are you so shocked at having your feelings for the king stated by someone else?”  She blinked back into reality and looked at him with wide eyes.

“It’s not that, it’s just that I had never actually said it to myself.  So someone else saying it threw me.”  He handed her a new garment, a robe, to cover herself with. 

“Well, do you…love him I mean?” 

“I don’t know really.  You were in the court when I talked about him.  He was the bad guy for all intents and purposes back then and he hasn’t proven himself otherwise since.”  She thought of everything he had done to her again, trying to see it from his point of view, but it was too much for her right now.  “I just know that of all the people down here, he is the only one I know and the only one I have rampant, unexplained feelings for.  I don’t even know what the feelings are, but I have some and I won’t feel comfortable having anyone else touch me intimately like you did.”  Eireach sat up next to her and started thinking Sarah supposed by the furrow of his brow.

“Well then we can do this…I will still have to punish you, but I can get Erina or Jeaule to come and take care of you afterwards.  That would surely make you feel more at ease?” 

“Yes, but I really still feel uncomfortable having you even see me naked.  We’ve only known each other a few hours and…well….”  His hand rose to stop her.

“I understand.  So we need to find a way to get Jareth to take you as his slave.  We need to make him jealous so he will confiscate you so to speak.” 

“That’s a lovely way of putting it.”  Sarah muttered.  She didn’t like being talked about like a sack of goods, but such was her situation.  “So what are we going to do?”

“Ok, bear with me here, you stay on as my slave…now, now, now don’t get huffy or interrupt, just listen.”  She had started to speak, but he silenced her.  “I will parade you around the court as my companion.  We are always together and chummy.  It will drive the king mad to see you with me like that for I saw the love in his eyes too…if only for an instant.”  Sarah snorted at the thought.

“He doesn’t love me…he felt bad for a moment, nothing more.”  He seemed to want to say more, but thought better of it.  She wished he had continued to shoot down her idea, because the thought that Jareth might actually care for her had sent momentary butterflies through her stomach. 

“He will still want to take you for his own.”  Eireach placed his hand on her cheek and traced its contours with an elegant finger.  “You will be the most gorgeous jewel in the court when you’re with me and it will drive him crazy.  We Fae are a vain species and Jareth, as king, is the worst of us.  He wants anything splendid that anyone lower than him possesses.  Trust me Sarah, he will be your master sooner than you might imagine.”  With a smile on her face, Sarah allowed Eireach to hold her as she fell asleep.



Viewing the orb was Morrigan’s possession and her duty and as she watched the king realizing his faults she silently cheered.  Perhaps there was hope for him yet, he seemed to be coming to terms with his feelings for the human faster than the human girl was coming to terms with her feelings for him.  He might even take it upon himself to take her from Lord Tur.  All in all, Jareth was making the God’s happy, but he was Fae…his quickness in the situation had been expected.

It was a good thing too because the Darkness was taking him over faster than they had been expecting.  She and Danu both had been almost sure that he would take her as his slave and do the punishing himself…thus leading to their making up and his human being able to save him from the evil eating at him.  Jareth had disappointed them in that courtroom, but it wasn’t really his fault.

The Darkness had seeped into him and was making him feel the negative things he was feeling.  It was making him snap off at his mother and was keeping him out of control of his anger.  More or less, it was slowly devouring him.  Only the goodness of love could kill it and the only true love he felt was for the girl Sarah.  The gods had tried to find any other way, but she was it.

So they had sent the vision of the owl to the girl Sarah, trying to get her to remember the King.  Of course they had known about her therapy and the fact that she no longer remembered any of the Underground.  Danu had been the one responsible for giving that thought to the human’s father in the first place.  They had known of Jareth’s feelings and thought it best that the girl not remember, in case she ever thought of coming back.

But that had been a bad move on their part.  Gods were capable of mistakes, it was true, but rarely were they made.  In this case they had to force the girl to remember the Goblin King so they mimicked his voice and told her where her things were hidden.  They had forced her to remember everything that had happened in the Underground, hoping it would make her come back.

After her parents had treated her like dirt, she had done just what they had wanted her too and called on Jareth.  He was released from the Darkness in return and was able to come back to his refurbished kingdom.  Morrigan could only hope that this human wouldn’t display her species tell tale stubbornness in the situation, but she doubted it. 

This girl, this Sarah, was stubborn as an ox and Morrigan was sure that the human wouldn’t bow to her feelings for the Goblin King easily.  She only hoped it she would bow to them before the Darkness got hold of Jareth completely.  If she did not then there was no hope and Medb would win.

Medb was looking to take Jareth in as one of her suitors.  No god or goddess had a good feeling about this.  Medb never asked for a suitor personally so she must have a plan for Jareth.  What she was going to use him for…no one could say, but as soon as Sarah had wished him out of the Darkness, Medb had been there asking for him. 

They couldn’t have Jareth go as one of Medb’s suitors…all that ever happened to them was that they all died, save for the champion that killed all the others and then he was slain by Medb herself.  She never actually took on a king.  All she took them for was entertainment.  But usually the suitors came of their own accord, wanting to see if they could be the champion that she was looking for.

Most men would do anything for her.  Her beauty was renowned far and wide.  But the Queen of Faeries should be nothing less than stunning.  Unfortunately, she was also ruthless and unmerciful.  An evil Jareth in her clutches could mean that Medb had plans of taking over the Goblin kingdom or perhaps even worse yet…the whole of the Underground, but the gods couldn’t tell.

The gods, in an attempt to keep him from the clutches, had made a pact with her.  If Sarah could get him to love again and force the Darkness out then Medb couldn’t have him.  Medb agreed to this, but added her own clause to the deal.  Sarah and Jareth both had to proclaim their love to one another in order for the whole thing to be final.  It had been agreed.

Now the Gods and Fae alike were looking to this one human to get their king to love her and she love him in return.  The only thing that worried Morrigan was the fact that Sarah could succeed in banishing the Darkness from Jareth and Medb could still take him if one or the both couldn’t say ‘I love you.’