Author note: It's been a while. I'm sorry for being away so long my fanfiction friends! I haven't written a word in the last few years. Life and stuff...Anypoo, I'm sorry, my skills are more rusty than ever, if I had any to begin with. Comment, tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or the characters.
Hope you enjoy. The first few chapters will be a little slow going but it'll pick up I promise.
I also do art and hope to draw some for this. I did a few "Without" pages, this story is a remake of it. Most of it will be completely different.
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Chapter 1
Reminiscing
Flowing fabrics, swirling hair like smoke around her face, her body moved gracefully in the endless waters. She danced in his loose white silky shirt. It clung to her curves and fanned out in her wake. The light from above kissed and shimmered over her skin like layers of rippling, waving tiger stripes. Beneath the surface where she dwelled, she could hear him singing to her, his voice sent goosebumps over his skin.
Leather clad hands broke the through the liquid barrier, searching for her, reaching for her. His arms bare, moving deeper into the water, soon his face and body was now completely submerged as she was. She straightened her arm towards him, they fingers met and entwined, pulling one another closer to each other. She wrapped her naked legs around his lean frame and leathered lower half, as he held her to close.
His hair like a platinum silk halo, his pale completion reflected the glow from the surface. His handsome features, relaxed, almost warm as his mismatched eyes watched her with a deep longing. She craned her neck, gently lifting a hand to brush aside some wayward strands of her hair between them as they began close the distance. Her lashes fluttered whilst their lips brushed together softly….
They kissed in the blue gloom, floating their own personal ocean.
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In a dark room, devoid of a light save the green hue that illuminated subtle hints of a bedroom from a clock radio, sitting upon a night table. Flickering ever so slightly as the minutes changed. The rustling of bed clothes stirred up some life in that room from its still airs as a second, brighter source of light broke the darkness.
In bed was a girl around the age of 19 or 20, squinting at her cell phone with sensitive, sleepy eyes. She groaned, still groggy, not yet coherent. Her molten gold coloured orbs glanced at the time, as she did every time she woke, her body on autopilot. It was 11:40pm. The young looking girl sniffled and stretched, phone in hand.
11:40pm, her mind repeated.
Suddenly very alter and in a flash, she was sitting up, slightly panicked. "Shi-i-i-i-ite!" She blurted, throwing her covers off and her legs over the side of her bed in one graceful move. Click went the switch as she turned the overhead light on for her rather large, rich looking room.
She rushed and navigated through the beautiful and antique furnishings of what looked to be ranging from the regency era to modern day, set up in a similar manner to a lady of the regency era as well.
To the bathroom she strode, grabbing a used but reasonably clean towel off a chair pushed into a writing desk against a wall.
Tossing the towel on the marble counter top upon entry, she switched on the light there as well before hurrying to the in wall shower and turning on the hot water, leaving it going to warm while she stripped out of her silky sleepwear.
After a quick adjustment to the temperature, she stepped into stream of water for a quick wash, emerging about five minutes later. Dripping with liquid beads, she snatched her towel once again and wrapped herself in the plush cloth.
She stood in front of the mirror above the bathroom counter which was actually the entire upper portion of the wall. Her golden eyes glided over her own reflection as if searching for a change in her appearance. But all was the same. Exactly the same as she has been for so long.
Her long raven locks, darker than black velvet. Her skin ashen, but supple and smooth over her lean body. Lips plump but as pale as the rest of her. Her eyes almond shaped and piercing. But no longer green as they once were. Now they were yellow, as any other predator, though matte, no shimmer of life anymore.
With a sigh she brought her mind back to reality. "I don't have time for this!" she chided herself and went back into a flurry of movement. Quickly drying herself, she then flung her hair forward, wrapped it in the now damp towel and began patting the excess water out of her tresses as much as possible.
After about ten minutes of rooting through her armoire, and fumbling about trying to get her burgundy, sweet heart cut party dress on. She grabbed her phone off her bed.
"11:57" she mumbled.
Out her bedroom she flew. Down several hallways and stairs, her sharp ears could pick up music and voices, ever growing louder the close she drew to the basement of the large apartment block she lived in.
With a minute to spare, she reached the red door she needed. Placing her slender hands on the wood and lightly pushed it open to reveal the burst of life, laughter, and music (Lana Del Rey – Off to the Races) on the other side. She stepped into the lavish lounge of a brothel house. Black marble floor, red velvet curtains, large antique oak bar. Leather chairs with tables in alcoves, two around dark purple chaise lounges. It reminded her of a film House of Pleasures with all the fancy looking fabrics and furnishings of a 19th century high class bordello.
Glancing about the busy room, filled with lovely ladies, dressed to entice yet remain demure. Many including herself on modern mid length cocktail dresses. Her eyes locked on the one woman that always had a way of sticking out from a crowd. She was short but not even a blind man could miss her.
"Miir" she called above the chattering chicks to the mother hen, who was in a long form fitting, lace, black evening gown that swept the floor.
The woman named Miir, known as the madam of this establishment was leaning against the bar when her pointed ears twitched at the sound of her name.
She turned with a smile. Her perfectly pouty full lips upturned on her oval pure alabaster white face, her hair to match. Her eyes sharp and deep red with not whites. Only darkness where they should be. And her body was... a brick house.
'She's mighty mighty' thought the raven beauty, amused.
They moved closer together through the beings that filled the room. Miir carrying a flute of champagne in each hand, extended one out to her as they met.
"Perfect timing, Happy New Year's Sarah darling" chimed Miir as everybody cheered.
It was midnight.
Sarah hadn't even realised they had counted down the seconds, lost in her own mind as usual. It was just as well.
Time is an illusion.
Sarah accepted the drink with a thank you. "Happy New Year's Miir, welcome to 2016" she returned happily before leaning in for a chased kiss with her companion before sipping her sparkling wine.
"A moment later and you would have missed it luv." Miir remarked.
"Yeah, I slept in. Was having another dream again" She replied, then gestured towards an empty alcove.
Now seating in a mildly more private setting, they relaxed, drinking moderately and chatted as old friend did. "Was it the labyrinth again?" Questioned Miir, a hint of concern laced her velvet voice.
Sarah nodded looking off toward the mingling mass. "Something like that" she muttered.
It had been 30 years since she had been whisked away by the glam rock king of the Goblins. The night that changed her life for all times. But she regretted nothing. Not even wishing her young brother away.
At first it was hard when she returned.
She was so young, a greedy, self centered slip of a girl, bloomed into a woman over the course of those thirteen hours, with the help of a kick in the pants from a seemingly evil king. Though looking back now, Sarah felt so foolish to even consider him a villain. Not truly anyways. He was vain, arrogant, and egotistical, sure. But not villainous.
She had seen true evils later in her life and he did not compare.
She ran the labyrinth, she beat the king, she won the game but lost everything else she ever wanted and more come time.
Living as a teen aged human girl who had been touched by magic was one thing but knowing she had been touched was another.
She immersed herself in as much lore and legends as she could get her hands on, forgoing any hopes for a social life, connections to anyone including Toby. She alienated the people she once knew. Kept her nose in books throughout her high school years.
It wasn't until about a year after the labyrinth that she noticed her health was less than decent.
As time went on, her step mother Karen took notice and began pushing her to see a doctor. They could not pin point her illness or cause, they'd prescribe an assortment of medication anyway.
Nothing helped.
The only escape from her failing body and troubled mind was in her dreams.
She dreamed of a life she might have had if she stayed in the other realm. She didn't consider it an option while she faced the goblin king, though she wished she had. She could have traded her live back home for one with him, and still saved her kid brother. But she was young, and blind to so many truths.
She dreamed of him, the goblin king.
Jareth
He had certainly left an impression on her. Not good at first but grew better the more mature she became. But however much she thought about that man, she wasn't foolish enough to think he would even remember her. However, she had never forgotten him.
A thought crossed her mind a few times over the years, perhaps he was the cause of her now current condition.
There was words in the back of her mind. Something he has said. She could not recall them exactly. But she felt some importance there...
Unlikely she thought, but not impossible.
By the time Sarah was 19, she was in hospital, bed ridden. Her system was shutting down, her organs failing. She didn't want to die but she knew her time was nearing its end.
She was terrified but could not fight it. Exhaustion was too strong. It was the beginning of October and the last thing she remembered was looking out from her hospital window and seeing her favourite season in its glory of reds, yellows, and oranges, the leaves floating by.
Just one week before her 20th birthday on November 1st, she slipped into a comatose for a few days before passed away peacefully in her slumber.
She was buried in the cemetery near the park she once play acted, alongside her grandparents.