Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story idea and a few goblins, though I'd love to own David Bowie. Yes I realize he is sixty-two and I am eighteen. Yes I realize there is a fourty-four year difference. Yes I realize he is married and could be my grandparent. But no I do not care. :)
Hey please be kind and r/r . No flames please though I will take ideas for further chapters. And I'm looking for a beta if anyone is interested.
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Sarah was crying. She just couldn't stop herself. She looked at him, trying to find her voice, and answer to his pleads anything.
Jareth's usual mask had fallen. The man before her was in turmoil. He truly loved her. But should she damn Toby forever? Should she make him live in this place without further thought to their family? A life surrounded by mystical creatures and fairytales wasn't that bad? But a life without his real family, his mom…their oblivios father, never going to a real school or having friends like him. An abnormal childhood always being different then everyone else with goblins as role models . He didn't deserve that… but she needed this place. How would she go on without it? Could she subject Toby to this, was she really that horrid? She had decided. She steeled her emotions.
"You Have no Power over me….." she said, quietly, looking away from Jareth. The crystals in his hands, that momentarily had held her dreams shattering to the ground.
Sarah couldn't believe it. No… this was all wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! She couldn't say anything as everything was destroyed before her eyes.
"No." she said, ever so quietly.
Gasping with the intensity of a scream Sarah's body flew up from her sleeping position, still holding tightly onto the bed covers, her breathing fast and irregular. Her damp hair clinging to her clammy face, Sarah waited for her breathing to slow down to a near normal rate, cursing out loud. .Her face holding an expression of pure and utter unhappyness. She had just been dreaming though like the others before it the dream had seemed ever so real.
She was eighteen now, at high school. She had tried to forget about her time in the Labyrinth, her time with the Goblin King. But, in truth, she had clung on to those memories for all she was worth. They had begun to fade at the beginning of this year. Sarah hadn't known whether to be relieved or to cry.
Then months ago her dreams or nightmares whichever they were had started, and had become more and more frequent as time went on. Grabbing her every night now lulling her back. Sarah had had dreams of her time in the labyrinth before, but what she hated was that these were of him and that one regretful moment. Why did her dreams always have to be so agonisingly vivid? In the mornings, she could remember every detail, every heartfelt word. She could still picture those intense mismatched eyes that begged her to be loved. One time she had even looked in the mirror, and could have sworn she had seen him gazing back at her from behind. But she had turned around, and he had not been there. A ghost, she thought a ghost of the past.
But tonight it had been worse climbing to the edge of her bed she reached for the book she knew would be on her nightstand.
What if she had stayed? The words just echoed in the back of her mind.
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Jareth couldn't help the smile that passed over his face as she was shaken into reality. His beautiful Sarah was not forever the same. The world never changed. Not really. But she had grown up. No long fifteen she teetered on the cliff of adulthood now. He had watched her grow into the young woman she was from a distance. She had grow out of truly hating him, of hating the Underground sometime in the last couple of months. Tossing the crystal into the air Jareth turned into a snow white barn owl gliding into the night.
Moments later after landing on the strong maple tree's branch outside Sarah's open bedroom window far enough away that her billowing curtains would not obstruct his view of her, he was rewarded for his travel. The look on Sarah's face was astonishing. She had broke down completely. Her green eyes were tracing the pages of the red book with almost loving eyes, sheer confusion on her face. Straining to hear her whispers her crept closer.
"Why couldn't you have just offered to let Toby go and me stay." Her words bordering on sobs as she hugs the book to her chest.
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Crushing the book tighter to her chest she shouting to the cold unforgiving nigh.
"Why couldn't you just send Toby back and let me stay? Did you care for me so little. Was it all just a sick game to you?"
Tears streaming down her face she flung the book away as she sat on the ledge of the window praying to the man on the moon for an answer.
"You would hate me, Sarah. It wouldn't have taken very long. You would have never forgot what I am…or forgave me." The words seemed to have floated in on the breeze, and floated out again as easily. Sarah thought she knew the voice. The unmistakable sensuous, yet almost emotionless strained voice slightly tainted by the bitter shadows of cruelty.
She out the window a little searching, there was no one but the same poor lonely bird who every night had probably fallen prey to her bitter sweet words. After every nightmare every dream he always was there. Her only friend in the cold lonely prison that were her dreams. Gently stretching one of her hands out she cooed at the snow white owl. Sarah was fuming now, jerking her hand from the owls head she begins wringing them, her face tormented.
"What good does telling the man on the moon your troubles if he hasn't the power to help you? But I have you don't I?" She reaches her finger tips out again grazing the birds silken feathered head. A hollow smile graced Sarah's lips as the bird drew closer to her.
"Its funny I thought he would have known or came since he was the one who taught me words have meaning. What if I put everything into words…I bet he would come along. And if I wrote the words to rhyme I'm sure it would make a lovely song. So instead of being thoughts, memories caged forever in my mind he'll know. And He'll have to answer."
Yawning Sarah rose from her seat rushing to her desk. Her hand flying across the paper like a kite in the sky and finally an hour later after writing and rewriting her thoughts Sarah walked to where the owl now sat perched on the footboard of her bed. Taking a black ribbon from her dresser she tied it to the owls leg.
"I don't know if this will work but I need you to take this to the Goblin King through the labyrinth to the castle beyond the goblin city Please… please my little friend you must do as I ask…. I'm going to do my best to show you Jareth. I'm going to do my best to let you know what's lost. Now fly, off with you please."
Without knowing if the owl knew where to go or even what task she had sent it on Sarah watched it fly out of sight. Somehow knowing she had written her every heart wrenching thought out allowed Sarah to craw into bed closing her eyes to a dreamless sleep at last.
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Jareth sat lazily on his throne, a small but perfectly triumphant smile passing over the perfection of his face. Uncrumpling the paper Sarah had tied to his claw while he was an owl he traces his name in her handwriting with his gloveless hand before finally taking a deep breath and reading it.
Dear Jareth The Goblin King,
If we walk away now there's no turning around
I've got say what I mean while my courage is
here with me. I'm not sure I'll find words to cover
the hurt that I saw in your eyes but I got to try.
The moon shines on the city white on white
It's the color of hope on an unforgiving night
you kissed me into ruins sin on sin. Now I've
got to love your love letters written on my skin.
I can't tell the stars from the downtown lights
If I said I was truly over you my heart would say
amen but I'd give in to the cold caress of 2 am.
If I admit I can't get used to this will my heart
break again?
Someone's scratchy music through the walls.
Sirens weaving thru the streets I must have
missed your call. Gathering up these nights
black on black. I know your voice like it's my
own and it makes my heart go slack
You said I was your everything, You said I was
the one. You played me like a radio in the labyrinth
You made me believe you love that I had no shame.
Now you seem so close to me in my dreams but
In reality beyond my reach . Its as if you're calling
Me and playing hide and seek. Look behind that
door. Am I still the one you been searching for now
that I'm no longer a little girl?
Maybe I was to scared to call or to tough to fall, but
you didn't either. If I was stupid if I was careless so
were you. I know not everything is supposed to come
true. That some words are best unsaid.
Can you search down inside? Let go of your pride? If I
forget trying to win and just let you in? I didn't try this
hard to contact you to watch it all fall apart. So give me
a chance I'm begging you.
Sarah Williams
Tracing her name again. Ah, Sarah, he thought. You wonderful, wonderful girl. He grinned evilly. How easy would be. She actually seemed to believe he wasn't around, that she wasn't haunting his every though. It was a perfect scheme. That they would both get what they wanted. But why should she not pay for the damnable things she had done to him first?
His heart still ached unbearably with the pain of her cruel words. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. Soon it wouldn't matter. He could see her disbelieving face now, begging him for to answer her earlier. Those still childlike, innocent green eyes gazing at his owl self full of tears. He hadn't quite decided what he would do yet. He relished the thought of thinking up a most cruel of punishments.
He would lull her into a false sense of blissful had seen the hopeful look on her face when he answered her in the wind. The fleeting warmth in her face. He would play with her hopes and dreams a little more. She would fall for him, further and further as time would pass, until her eyes could see only him.
Then he would defeat her. He smiled remembering her sweet little words. Yes he'd make her think he still loved her. He'd converse with her, hold her kiss her and comfort her first. Although the thought of this was rather pleasant to him, he would not let it drive him away from his path. He would use it in better ways, this affection she had for him. For his revenge.
But he knew he would have to be careful. There was a fine line between her new desires and her past hatred. He would have to play a clever game with Sarah. He would have to restrain himself from displaying his destructive hate until the very end.
Still his bare fingers continued tracing her name until finally he couldn't fight the lull of sleep.
" I'll just have to respond to you my little pet at a different date. After all King's are busy people. But maybe one little treat for you ey."
In his hand he suddenly held a crystal ball. He twirled it in his hand, watching it catch the light that poured in through the window. He smiled at himself once more before tossing it out the window. He waited and watched it float off from his sight before retiring to his own room for the remainder of the night.
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Most of Sarah's letter to Jareth are lyrics from different Alexz Johnson songs. Give me a break the idea popped in my head at eleven and its now twelve-fourty four. I've got school and I'm slightly tired. I kinda know where I'm going with this but please if you've got ideas let me know. If I get a few reviews and anyone seems interested I'll continue this. Thank you for reading it.
XOXO