Hey all, this is my first fic in a long time! Critiques are welcome!…
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth and Jareth but I do love them: )
The water in the shallow basin twisted and trembled, it knew when it was beaten. Steadily it began to glow, shining and dancing, the lights reflected around the cold stone room. Slowly, the glow began to dim and change… then shadows appeared. A smirk twisted onto the perfect face of the man standing above the crystal-like water.
He peered down, twirling his hands in an elegant dance, and the water obeyed, dipping and twirling with his movements. The glow deepened into a reddish hue, and the shadows became clearer. They were figures.
"You think a girl would love a repulsive little scab like you?"
"but she said we was…"
"What bosom companions?… friends?
The red flared brightly, then melted into a deeper shade of blue… A figure tossed violently in its sleep.
"If she ever kisses you… I'll turn you into a prince"
"..You will?"
Laughter echoed through the room…
The figured sat bolt upright, sweat coating his brow and heart pounding. Hoggle
sighed. Just a dream... just a dream… Laying down he fell back into another
fitful sleep.
In the aboveground another creature was having a restless night.
"Hoggle I need you…"
Nothing happened. The mirror and room remained the same.
The figure slumped back into her cold comforters.
Then, everything went black.
Back in the room the man chuckled, then bent down to scribble several notes on an ancient map.
"This is going to be too easy… Jareth, you should have known love is the ultimate weakness."
He smiled and went back to his work.
Chapter 1:Life as it should be?
Sarah Williams blinked. Hadn't she been here before? She could swear that this street looked the same. Then again, so did everything in New York. This had to be the millionth time she's been lost since she moved here two weeks ago.
She was 23 now, a recent college graduate, and finally off to live on her own and make her way as an actress. Of course, she hadn't been called back for a single audition… but she was Sarah! victor over the labyrinth and that bastard Goblin King, and she was also stubborn as hell! She would find a job, she was sure of it. And she'd be damned if she was going to let something like the streets of New York to get in her way, they were nothing compared to the twists and turns of the labyrinth. The thought put a smile on her face as she confidently strode to who-knows-where.
Three hours later she found her self smack-dab in the middle of central park. She was late for an audition and frustrated as hell. "It's not FAIR!" she screamed at a near-bye group of pigeons that promptly took flight.
In a huff she sat down on the nearest bench and massaged the bridge of her nose. "Sometimes, life just doesn't want to go your way, does it?" she thought bitterly to herself. Her previous bravado had faded, and she was left only frustrated. It's funny how emotions can change so quickly, and Sarah was no exception. She sighed glumly, leaning back against the hard bench. This is silly, what am I doing with my life? Dear god, do I even have any acting talent? She slammed her fist grumpily into the course plastic she was seated on. Maybe I should have just listened to Karen and never moved here. Dad always agreed with her, maybe there was some truth in what she said. She thought glumly, staring up into the clouds that moved to cover the sun. "Hah," she laughed, "just my luck."
Though, as the first drop of rain hit her nose, she was reminded of the night she wished Toby away. It felt like so long ago, like a dream. Or a nightmare, she thought bitterly. What if it really was a dream? What if I am just some stupid girl with her head in the clouds?
She wrinkled her face in worry, she sounded like Karen. DAMMIT! She thought furiously, how dare she come into my life and tell me what I can and can't do? Then more quietly she thought, why do I let her?" She sighed. She always figured when her mother left her, that there must have been a hole, a place that could never be filled no matter how hard she tried. And she had tried, time and time again with Karen. All she wanted was someone to understand, someone who wouldn't fight with her or point out her shortcomings. Karen's just like his royal pain in my ass, the high and mighty Goblin King, she thought with a smirk. Immediately she reprimanded herself for bringing up the Labyrinth for the third time today.
"Excuse me miss?" A cultured voice spoke above her. Sarah jumped violently. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were ok, you weren't moving, and well, it's pouring rain, and I wouldn't want a pretty think like you to catch a cold."
Sarah flushed a deep red, and looked down in embarrassment. She was soaking wet, what in the world had she been doing??
"Miss?" The voice spoke again.
Sarah remembered thinking how lovely the voice was, and how it seemed to strike a memory somewhere. She looked up. Standing above her was an incredibly handsome man, wearing an odd yet attractive grey suit. His dark blonde hair was pulled back with a scarlet ribbon, and it reached halfway down his back. He held a large black umbrella in a gloved hand as he bent forward to cover her up with it. Sarah gawked, then caught herself. Here she was staring at a man (and incredible handsome man, she reminded herself!) ogling him like a hormone driven teen!
She smiled up at him, "Thanks for your consideration, but I'm ok, I just got a little distracted. I should probably get going." She moved to stand up.
Silently he offered her his hand, staring at it a second, she took it and stood up. "Why don't you let me call you a taxi?" He looked at her rather concernedly.
Sarah thought for a moment, then agreed.
"What's your name?" She asked quickly. He looked down at her and smiled (god he was handsome she thought subconsciously) "Dorian Hywr"
She smiled back at him. "Mine's Sarah. Sarah Williams."
Unknown to Sarah, but most certainly know to the tall suited man, a great tawny barn owl sat in the nearest tree, fuming in the rain. Dorian looked towards him, and smirked. The owl ruffed it's feathers indignantly, and stared back. With a cynical bow, the meddling Fae promptly disappeared.
-Love is the ultimate weakness, and you shall pay for your folly. -
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Back in the labyrinth, in the safety of his private chambers, Jareth was in a rage. How Dare he!! The bastard, just what was he up to, talking to, never the less touching HIS Sarah. He conjured a crystal and threw it against the wall, watching the tiny shards shatter and disappear. He slumped into a chair and began absentmindedly taping his finger on his leg.
How in the world had Dorian, the troublesome crowned prince, known about his Sarah, let alone visited her? Out of all the Fae Court, Jareth was the only one besides the High King who had the power to transport to different worlds at will. What was he up to? A knot found it's way into Jareth's stomach. Something was wrong, and he had no idea how to address it. Wars, plots, games and puzzles, but which was this?
Whatever it was, he feared for Sarah's safety, though he would never admit it. And he couldn't confront her about the encounter, not after all these years, not with her hatred of him. He cringed inwardly, the pain of her rejection still burned. How she cursed him and blamed him, and then taken everything he had. His pride, his status in the Fae Court; something that he had worked so hard for. The memory was still fresh in his mind, and his chest ached. The memory of why he was master of this god-forsaken labyrinth. All his respect, gone: and the humiliation burned afresh. Yet he didn't blame her, he couldn't. And he cursed himself over and over again for repeating past mistakes, for caring for mortals.
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A mile or so away, in a small hut, Hoggle sat absentmindedly in front of the fire. He too had entertained an unexpected visitor. A tall, cloaked man had delivered the most hopeful news Hoggle had heard in all his wretched years of working under the Goblin King. His dreams had been offered to him, and all Hoggle needed was the courage to betray the one he hated, and lie to the one he loved. He looked down at his wrinkled hand and sighed.
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A.N. Good? Bad? What do you think? This is my second fan fiction, the first being written years ago in middle school. And I have never been one much for typing (I'm and artist! My name on Deviant art is Zirofax :D) Anyhoo, I've had this idea buzzing about for quite some time now, and since I have a butt-load of free-time at work, I decided to start typing it. Hope you like!!
will draw art for feedback! lol