Chapter One: Rebecca
Jareth sits back in his large black leather chair with the window
curtains drawn, letting the darkness swallow everything that he
is whole. Just about every inch atop his desk is covered in
photographs of the same young woman. He picks another photo up
and stares at it just as long as he did the last. Eventually he
brings his hand up to the glossy surface and traces along the
woman's flawless photographic face.
She is tall and slender with long waist length chestnut hair and
California tanned skin. In every photo she wears the same look of
absent knowledge that she is being followed and has been for the
last seven months.
Ever since Jareth had first seen this young female he knows now
as Rebecca Connelly he has not been able to keep her out of his
thoughts. He has only ever seen her in person once and that had
been when he first saw her during an intermission at a Ballet
production of 'Romeo and Juliet' in Los Angeles. The
moment his eyes had set upon her Jareth knew that when her face
haunted him again he would be kicking himself for not taking the
chance to know who she is. So he had one if his men follow her
because Jareth himself at the time was trying to wrap up a
business deal with a man who favoured the arts of the Ballet and
taking himself away to meet Rebecca would not make a good
impression with the man whom he was trying to make the deal with.
Ever since that night there has always been one of Jareth's men
following, watching, photographing, and videotaping Rebecca.
The thought of what it would be like to have her near him excites
Jareth every time he plays the fantasy out in his mind. Each time
the fantasy is different in strategy but the same in technique.
Have her fall in love with him. He longs to see the colour of her
eyes, hear the sound of her voice, feel the warmth her touch
brings-both physical and metaphorical warmth-, and know what it
would be like to be the center of her universe.
The phone on Jareth's desk begins to ring shrilly and brings him
out of his thoughts of Rebecca and back into reality. He much
prefers his fantasy world where Rebecca is but returns to reality
out of obligation and with a miserably sigh. He leans forward and
reaches for the phone which he has to brush photographs of
Rebecca away to get to. "Hello?" He irately demands, his voice a
deep and smooth.
"Yeah, Jareth its Darius." A rough alto male voice greets.
"Everything's in place. All we have to do now is wait."
"Perfect." A smile blooms on Jareth's lips, breaking his gloomy
mood. The power of Darius's news grows him anxious within seconds
and he has to stand up and pace the length of his office to keep
himself calm. "You make sure everything goes as it should. If you
fail then don't even bother calling or coming back. That should
give you a well enough head start to run before I send someone
after you all."
There is a long pause as Darius hesitates with his reply.
Rebecca leaves the small brick building with a confident bounce
in her step and a victorious glint about her smirk. The eerie
abandonment of the darkened parking lot does nothing to damper
her lightened mood like it would most women, because unlike most
women Rebecca has a lifelong experience in material arts to
defend herself with. She looks over her should with a teasing
grin. "I'll see you next week Jay when I kick your ass again."
She yells across the distance separating her from the man leaning
on the door jamb of the building entrance.
The man named Jay, a short but large muscled man, shrinks into
his self embarrassed but scoffs at Rebecca's certainty. "I let
you win. I didn't want you to be embarrassed." He shouts back at
her. Shaking his head Jay retreats back into the building and
locks the door.
"Um-hum." Rebecca continues walking under a line of street light
through the dark parking lot, her spirits still high. She decides
to rummage through her purse now to look for her keys so that she
does not have to stop at her car and take precious time away from
getting to A&W and ordering the fatty fried food that she
rightfully deserves after this long week of hell.
A passing car drives down the street beside the parking lot and
building. On the other side of the street a laughing couple turns
a corner on to another street and as their laughter fades it
leaves the area silent once again.
Heavy footsteps pick up behind Rebecca and she takes them for
Jay's. She chuckles and spins around. "Coming to admit defeat
are-." She cuts her sentence off when she sees that it is not Jay
at all but a tall dark haired man with hard features and a
bulking bone structure instead. Her smile falters. "Oh, I'm
sorry. I thought you were someone else."
The man smiles kindly at Rebecca and shrugs his right shoulder.
"It's okay." His voice has a rough alto tone to it. He looks down
at his right hand that holds a thick black rectangle shaped
wallet and holds it up for Rebecca to take. "I believe you
dropped this. I didn't take anything from it, I swear."
Keeping her eyes locked with the man's, Rebecca hesitantly
reaches to take her wallet back from him. Once she has it in her
hand she opens up her purse to put it back where it belongs but
her wallet is still there, it had never fallen out. She looks up
at the man and shakes her head, holding out the wallet to him
that is not her. "I'm sorry. This isn't mine."
The man's features turn grim and his muscles tense. "You know
Rebecca you really shouldn't stop to talk with strangers."
A cloth appears in front of Rebecca's face and clamps down over
her mouth and nose as an arm bounds her arms to her waist.
Rebecca screams into the cloth but her cries for help are
muffled. She fights against the steely grip holding her arms to
her waist but her senses begin to panic under the reality of the
situation and all of the material arts training she has gained
over the years is forgotten. She grows weaker now and suspects it
is because the cloth being held to her face is most likely damp
with chloroform. Her battle now becomes against the
unconsciousness that threatens to take her.