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From Here Ever After	By : JokersGirl3 Category: A through F > Abarat Views: 1952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Abarat and its characters belong to Clive Barker. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Babilonium
- 2-Blane
- 3-Pixler
- 4-Low
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Rojo Pixler looked over
the tablet Birch had given him and smiled to himself, pacing his
pristine office. He paused and patted his orange hair into place. It
seemed that a couple on Babilonium had acquired rather exotic
exhibits, but had no idea how to market it. Well, he certainly did
and would.

“Birch!” he
called to the tall black man waiting in the doorway. “Ready my
fastest Balloon. We’re going to head straight to Babilonium to
purchases these…..goods from the Hereafter for Commexo city.
Just think of how much they would bring in in my new Arena!”

“Of course, Mr.
Pixler.” Birch intoned pedantically before departing.

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Celeste was feeling much
better as she and Blane sat on a bench eating the last of their meal.
Her clothes had dried off nicely by now and she was able to enjoy
herself, listen to the chatter of happy people and the music that
drifted on the air.

Blane chuckled as she
regarded her, shaking her head and running her fingers through her
hair, trying to tame the locks and feathers that constantly danced
about in the breeze.

“let me pay for
the next meal.” Celeste said brightly, wiping flecks of pastry
from the corner of her mouth.

“How much Zem do
you have?”

“Zem? I don’t
have any Zem. I only have a few dollars..” She trailed off as
Blane clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t let
anyone hear you say that!” She hissed in her ear. “One
dollar is like a hundred paterzem, a hundred Zem note.”
Celeste nodded as Blane removed her hand. How odd. Who knew that a
few dollars could be so much trouble? “Just, finish your ale
and we can go see some of the shows.” Blane said in a lightning
fast change of mood, once again her blithe self. She sipped her ale,
slowly because she wasn’t much of a drinker, and listened as a
new song started in a nearby tent. She heard melancholy piano and
wailing guitar. The singer had a deep, dry voice that soothed like
white wine. Much to Celeste’s surprise, it was very familiar to
her, almost comically so.

People stared at the
makeup on his face

Laughed at his long
black hair, his animal grace

The boy in the bright
blue jeans

Jumped up on the
stage

And lady stardust
sang his songs

Of darkness and
disgrace

And he was alright,
the band was altogether

Yes he was alright,
the song went on forever

And he was awful nice

Really quite out of
sight

really quite paradise

And he sang all night
long

Femme fatales emerged
from shadows

To watch this
creature fair

Boys stood upon their
chairs

To make their point
of view

I smiled sadly for a
love I could not obey

Lady Stardust sang
his songs

Of darkness and
dismay

Oh how I sighed

When they asked if I
knew his name*

She soon found herself
singing along, though She didn’t understand why Blane was
laughing. It was a good song, one of her favorites. Finally,w hen it
was over she finished off her ale and turned to the girl from
Hoborookus.

“What’s so
funny?”

“You are! That
song is!” She said, clutching her sides.

“It is not!”
She protested a bit defensively. “David Bowie is an amazing
artist and he…” She trailed off, glancing in the
direction of the little tent the song had come from. “He’s
here?” She asked, more of herself than Blane. She was puzzled.
He was supposed to have retired, was said to be living comfortably in
Britan somewhere with his wife and kid. How did he get to the Abarat?

She rose to her feet,
moving towards the tent. She had never gotten a chance to see him
perform and wasn’t about to let this one pass her up.

“Where are you
going?” Blane asked, rising to her booted feet, expression one
of concern. “Aw c’mon, don’t be mad. Its just a
song!” She looked worried that she might be abandoned and
followed after Celeste into the dingy brown tent. Odd place for
someone like David Bowie to be playing. He was a glam rocker, always
so suave and well dressed.

“I just want to
see him play. I’ve never seen him in concert.” Celeste
said as she sidled past a those already seated on the worn and
cracked benches that had been arranged in front of an equally worn
stage. It was lit with lanterns and candles and smelled strongly of
sweat and beer. Well at least that was like any other concert she had
ever been to.

Blane rolled her eyes as
she studied the stick thin figure on stage. He really wasn’t
that impressive. What did the girl from the Hereafter see so in the
emaciated, aging man with the shaggy blond hair and the tattered and
worn suite? Well, whatever it was it had her grinning like an idiot
and singing along with all of his inane songs. Who did he think he
was, really, trying to make money doing what most Abarations did for
free? (and much better in Blane’s humble opinion)

Finally the songs died
away and he took a bow. Celeste leapt to her feet, applauding, but
she was alone. The rest of the small crowd was filing out, muttering
and shaking their heads. Those that had stayed all the way through
anyway. The girl from the Hereafter looked about her in dismay, her
rare smile slipping from her face like melted ice. She barely had
time to acknowledge the wan smile cast her way by the Thin White Duke
before Blane was plucking at her sleeve and the ratted crimson
curtain descended.

“Alright. You got
to see him. Can we go now?” Blane demanded impatiently, tapping
her foot. Celeste shrugged her off. “I want to meet him. I have
to know how he got here. Why he got here.”

Blane regarded her
blankly, arms crossed, head titled.

“He’s from
the Hereafter too.” She said emphatically. How could she
explain how comforting it was to see someone so familiar, albeit
unexpected and unlikely. Still Blane seemed unimpressed.

“He should have
stayed there.” She commented dryly. “The way you were
acting he had a much bigger fan base there than here.”

“Please, Blane?”
She wheedled. “You swore you’d make amends for running me
over. Help me find him.”

Blane threw her hands in
the air, shaking her head. “I don’t see the big deal, but
fine. I’ll help you.” She said finally. Celeste smiled.
She was glad she wouldn’t have to forge ahead on her own. It
was a daunting prospect and she didn’t want to lose her new,
though admittedly difficult, friend.

*Lady Stardust –
David Bowie
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