Hey everyone! This is my first Labyrinth fic, so go easy on me! I just got this idea, and it's sort of controlling me now. I'll probably come back and edit the story later, but for now, I just have to get this out on paper before the little voices in my head drive me insane! *_* So, anyway, here it is...*drumroll...* my story!
Oh, and...
*If the bell tolls for thee.....OPEN THE DOOR!!!* ^_~
Disclaimer: Alas...! Labyrinth or David Bowie do not belong to me. But if they did, I can tell you, I would not be wasting my time writing a fanfic! ^_~ *wink*
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Chapter I: Dreams
The owl was watching her again, as it often did. It was perched in the tree across the street,
its eyes wide in the approaching darkness. She didn't even know if it was the same owl as yesterday, or
the day before that, or the day before...There just always seemed to be one watching her.
Sarah sighed and hurried down the deserted street. Maybe she was just paranoid. It had been
thirteen years since her experience in the Labyrinth, but she still remembered it in its full detail. Of
course, the thought had crossed her mind that it might have all been one long, complex dream, but...it
couldn't have been. It all seemed much too real to be a figment of her imagination.
Reaching her apartment, Sarah quickly pulled out her key and unlocked the door. Entering the room, she
wearily plopped down on the sofa. It had been a hard day. Her boss expected her to have an extensively
long paper done by tomorrow, and she hadn't had time to even start it yet. She was too exhausted.
In truth, Sarah was exhausted nearly all the time now. She had no idea what the cause of it was, either.
She felt drained, empty; it was so strange. And even now, she couldn't keep her eyes open. She knew she
should be working on her paper for work, but she was just too tired...
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Faces everywhere...laughing, jeering faces that mocked her at every turn.
Masks....
A familiar song echoed in her ears, surrounding her in its mesmerizing melody. She knew this place...from long ago...
Then, out from among the whirling masked faces, he appeared. The one person from her adventures whom she
remembered the most. The one she had tried desperately to forget...but could not.
He appeared for a moment, then was gone; lost in the forms of the dancers. She glanced around, trying to find him again...
And there he was, coming slowly towards her.
The next thing she knew she was in his arms; spinning in circles, the only thing visible was his face. His spiky blonde hair,
his mismatched eyes. It was all so familiar...the contours of his face, his gloved hands in hers...
But then something happened, something unexpected. The room changed; the masked faces becoming more grotesque; the
room darkening. Everything became dim, as if Sarah was wandering through a fog.
She heard screams, and the music stopped. Jareth's leather-gloved hands left hers, and she was alone.
Everything was silent. A dim light filtered from somewhere above Sarah, but all else was black. She suddenly heard
footsteps echoing from somewhere behind her.
She gasped as she felt strong arms encircle her, and a voice whispered in her ear.
"Come to me, Sarah...Come with me, and sleep forever in my arms..."
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Jareth, the Goblin King, watched the girl who had defeated his labyrinth; defeated him, as she walked down the street
towards her apartement. Now a grown woman, she was more beautiful and enticing than ever. She had changed so much
since then. She was no longer the spoiled, naive child she had been thirteen years ago. She was now an amazing young
woman, who still retained those mesmerizing characteristics which had tugged at Jareth's stone heart when he first met
her.
She looked up at him now, no doubt wondering why an owl would be out so early in the evening. Or perhaps she thought
of him, wondering if it could really be the Goblin King watching her from the tree across the street.
Whatever she thought, Jareth allowed her to see him. Maybe it would cause her to think of him, to miss him...perhaps even
call him to her, as he ever hoped she would. But, Jareth knew she would never do such a thing. She had most likely all but
forgotten him. He couldn't bear the thought of her having forgotten him completely.
He vaguely considered following her. Going to her home and talking to her, maybe taking her back to the Underground
with him. But no...he could never take her against her will-he loved her too much for that. And he knew she would never
come freely...
Watching Sarah disappear around the corner, Jareth ruffled his wings and took flight.
He reached his castle a little while later, and changed back into his human form. He entered his private chambers, where he
could be away from his tiresome goblin minions for a while. As long as they didn't get into too much trouble, they could be
left alone for some time.
Jareth sighed and poured himself a glass of red wine. All his energy seemed to have left him. Of course, that was to be
expected. He had been traveling Aboveground quite often lately, and each time it took a little more magic and energy for
him to do so.
Jareth sat down in one of the two chairs he had in the room and leaned back comfortably. No matter how exhausted he
was, it was worth it, if he could see Sarah. Gazing at her through crystals just wasn't enough. He had to see her gorgeous
face in person.
Jareth took a sip of wine, but then put it aside. He was suddenly feeling very sleepy. His eyelids seemed to be weighed
down with lead. He couldn't seem to keep them open.
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He was in a ballroom, at some sort of party. It seemed to be a masquerade, and he vaguely wondered why he didn't have a
mask on...
But then he recognized where he was. This wasn't just any masquerade. He heard his voice echoing through the room, even
though he wasn't singing. But he knew the song. Yes, this was the party...but then, where was she...?
Jareth scanned the room for her face; fourteen or twenty-seven, he could care less. He just wanted to see her, to be able to
dance with her just once more.
But before he could find her, something else caught his attention first. It was a mask that hadn't been there the first time he
attended this ball. The mask was a skeleton, white as alabaster. The figure that wore it, however, was blacker than night.
It seemed to be made of pure shadow. But, as soon as he saw it, it was gone; swallowed by the constantly twirling dancers.
Assuming it was simply his imagination, Jareth continued his search for Sarah.
But he kept being intercepted. Masked women continued to come up to him, expecting his to dance with them. Normally,
he would have loved all the attention- but not now. Now, he had to find Sarah. Where was she?
Then he saw her. A vision of loveliness. She was as she seemed thirteen years ago; young and defiant, dressed in her
beautiful white gown.
Making his way towards her, he kept his mismatched eyes on her face, memorizing every detail. Reaching her, he took her
hand in his, and put his other gloved hand round her petite waist. He whirled her around the dance floor, his eyes never
leaving hers.
Lost in the moment, he almost didn't realize it when the music stopped, or when the the lights began to dim. Only did he
look up when he heard the distant screams of the other dancers. Everyone was running away from something.
Desperately, he tried to hold onto Sarah, but someone rushing past pushed Jareth out of their way. The force was just
enough to cause him to be pulled away from her.
When he looked up again, she was gone. The room became darker; everything was spinning. He called out Sarah's name,
but she didn't answer; no one did. No one except the skeleton-masked figure. And the last thing Jareth saw before the
blackness took him, was that shadowed figure laughing at him mockingly.
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Sarah woke with a start. It had all seemed so real...but no, it was just a dream.
She glanced at the clock. It was 1:30 in the morning! And she hadn't even started on her paper yet! She'd never finish it
now! Jumping up, she walked over to her computer and started typing random words that sounded good to her. She tried
to make it sound proffesional, but her troubled, sleepy mind wouldn't allow it. She was soon once again fast asleep.
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Jareth opened his eyes, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. What was that dream? It seemed real, but no...Sarah was nowhere near the Underground. She was at home in her apartement, no doubt waorking on that damn essay her pompous boss had assigned her.
But he couldn't help but wonder...had she had a similiar dream? Did she ever dream about about him as he did about her? He sighed. It was too much to hope for...
But that dream...he couldn't stop thinking about it. It left a lingering sense of dread in him, and fear, for Sarah's sake. He couldn't help but feel that she was in some kind of danger. The way that she had disappeared, and that shadow with a skeleton's face...there had to be some sort of connection.
That figure...Jareth tried to visualize it in his mind. The shadowy form wrapped in a black velvet cloak, the skull shadowed by a black hood. The only feature he saw that signified this as a living creature were the eyes that were sunken deep within the sockets of the skull mask.
Jareth knew those eyes...They were crimson red, staring at him out of the blackness. Yes... he was sure he had seen those chilling eyes before...
And then he remembered, and he knew his beloved Sarah was in deadly peril! Jareth cursed as he turned into the owl and flew Aboveground.
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Reaching Sarah's apartement, he flew towards her window, and using magic, he unlocked it, and entered the apartment. He just hoped he wasn't too late.
His eyes scanned the small room. There she was, asleep by her computer desk. Her face was so peaceful. At least he knew she was undisturbed by the strange dreams.
Now in human form, Jareth walked slowly towards Sarah's still form. When he was but a foot away, he stopped. She was too beautiful; he was in awe of her very presence. Her head resting gently on the keyboard, her cheeks somewhat flushed, and her long chestnut brown hair flowing in all directions over the desk as she slept.
How he longed to touch her silky hair, to caress her soft cheek...
Reaching forward, he allowed his fingers to stroke that lovely hair, letting the locks slip through his leather-encased hand.
"Sarah..." he whispered softly, tracing her jawline with a single fingertip. Recieving no reaction, he called once more, but she continued to sleep. Jareth sighed and lifted her carefully up into his arms. She stirred a little, and let out a small moan, but then returned to her untroubled sleep.
Gazing down at her in his arms, Jareth was once again amazed by her beauty. His eyes traveled down over the length of her entire body, then back to her face. He was tempted to kiss her...oh, how he wished to caress her soft lips with his own...
But, no...gazing at her sadly, he carried her onto the balcony, and, taking out a crystal, transported them both to his home, the Underground.
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Thanks for reading this! I should have the next chapter up soon, but it won't come unless I'm motivated. *hint, hint* Now go review! ^_~
*If the bell...door!..-this is not mine. My friend Ashley came up with this, and I thought it was hillarious! ^_^
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Oh, and...
*If the bell tolls for thee.....OPEN THE DOOR!!!* ^_~
Disclaimer: Alas...! Labyrinth or David Bowie do not belong to me. But if they did, I can tell you, I would not be wasting my time writing a fanfic! ^_~ *wink*
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Chapter I: Dreams
The owl was watching her again, as it often did. It was perched in the tree across the street,
its eyes wide in the approaching darkness. She didn't even know if it was the same owl as yesterday, or
the day before that, or the day before...There just always seemed to be one watching her.
Sarah sighed and hurried down the deserted street. Maybe she was just paranoid. It had been
thirteen years since her experience in the Labyrinth, but she still remembered it in its full detail. Of
course, the thought had crossed her mind that it might have all been one long, complex dream, but...it
couldn't have been. It all seemed much too real to be a figment of her imagination.
Reaching her apartment, Sarah quickly pulled out her key and unlocked the door. Entering the room, she
wearily plopped down on the sofa. It had been a hard day. Her boss expected her to have an extensively
long paper done by tomorrow, and she hadn't had time to even start it yet. She was too exhausted.
In truth, Sarah was exhausted nearly all the time now. She had no idea what the cause of it was, either.
She felt drained, empty; it was so strange. And even now, she couldn't keep her eyes open. She knew she
should be working on her paper for work, but she was just too tired...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Faces everywhere...laughing, jeering faces that mocked her at every turn.
Masks....
A familiar song echoed in her ears, surrounding her in its mesmerizing melody. She knew this place...from long ago...
Then, out from among the whirling masked faces, he appeared. The one person from her adventures whom she
remembered the most. The one she had tried desperately to forget...but could not.
He appeared for a moment, then was gone; lost in the forms of the dancers. She glanced around, trying to find him again...
And there he was, coming slowly towards her.
The next thing she knew she was in his arms; spinning in circles, the only thing visible was his face. His spiky blonde hair,
his mismatched eyes. It was all so familiar...the contours of his face, his gloved hands in hers...
But then something happened, something unexpected. The room changed; the masked faces becoming more grotesque; the
room darkening. Everything became dim, as if Sarah was wandering through a fog.
She heard screams, and the music stopped. Jareth's leather-gloved hands left hers, and she was alone.
Everything was silent. A dim light filtered from somewhere above Sarah, but all else was black. She suddenly heard
footsteps echoing from somewhere behind her.
She gasped as she felt strong arms encircle her, and a voice whispered in her ear.
"Come to me, Sarah...Come with me, and sleep forever in my arms..."
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Jareth, the Goblin King, watched the girl who had defeated his labyrinth; defeated him, as she walked down the street
towards her apartement. Now a grown woman, she was more beautiful and enticing than ever. She had changed so much
since then. She was no longer the spoiled, naive child she had been thirteen years ago. She was now an amazing young
woman, who still retained those mesmerizing characteristics which had tugged at Jareth's stone heart when he first met
her.
She looked up at him now, no doubt wondering why an owl would be out so early in the evening. Or perhaps she thought
of him, wondering if it could really be the Goblin King watching her from the tree across the street.
Whatever she thought, Jareth allowed her to see him. Maybe it would cause her to think of him, to miss him...perhaps even
call him to her, as he ever hoped she would. But, Jareth knew she would never do such a thing. She had most likely all but
forgotten him. He couldn't bear the thought of her having forgotten him completely.
He vaguely considered following her. Going to her home and talking to her, maybe taking her back to the Underground
with him. But no...he could never take her against her will-he loved her too much for that. And he knew she would never
come freely...
Watching Sarah disappear around the corner, Jareth ruffled his wings and took flight.
He reached his castle a little while later, and changed back into his human form. He entered his private chambers, where he
could be away from his tiresome goblin minions for a while. As long as they didn't get into too much trouble, they could be
left alone for some time.
Jareth sighed and poured himself a glass of red wine. All his energy seemed to have left him. Of course, that was to be
expected. He had been traveling Aboveground quite often lately, and each time it took a little more magic and energy for
him to do so.
Jareth sat down in one of the two chairs he had in the room and leaned back comfortably. No matter how exhausted he
was, it was worth it, if he could see Sarah. Gazing at her through crystals just wasn't enough. He had to see her gorgeous
face in person.
Jareth took a sip of wine, but then put it aside. He was suddenly feeling very sleepy. His eyelids seemed to be weighed
down with lead. He couldn't seem to keep them open.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was in a ballroom, at some sort of party. It seemed to be a masquerade, and he vaguely wondered why he didn't have a
mask on...
But then he recognized where he was. This wasn't just any masquerade. He heard his voice echoing through the room, even
though he wasn't singing. But he knew the song. Yes, this was the party...but then, where was she...?
Jareth scanned the room for her face; fourteen or twenty-seven, he could care less. He just wanted to see her, to be able to
dance with her just once more.
But before he could find her, something else caught his attention first. It was a mask that hadn't been there the first time he
attended this ball. The mask was a skeleton, white as alabaster. The figure that wore it, however, was blacker than night.
It seemed to be made of pure shadow. But, as soon as he saw it, it was gone; swallowed by the constantly twirling dancers.
Assuming it was simply his imagination, Jareth continued his search for Sarah.
But he kept being intercepted. Masked women continued to come up to him, expecting his to dance with them. Normally,
he would have loved all the attention- but not now. Now, he had to find Sarah. Where was she?
Then he saw her. A vision of loveliness. She was as she seemed thirteen years ago; young and defiant, dressed in her
beautiful white gown.
Making his way towards her, he kept his mismatched eyes on her face, memorizing every detail. Reaching her, he took her
hand in his, and put his other gloved hand round her petite waist. He whirled her around the dance floor, his eyes never
leaving hers.
Lost in the moment, he almost didn't realize it when the music stopped, or when the the lights began to dim. Only did he
look up when he heard the distant screams of the other dancers. Everyone was running away from something.
Desperately, he tried to hold onto Sarah, but someone rushing past pushed Jareth out of their way. The force was just
enough to cause him to be pulled away from her.
When he looked up again, she was gone. The room became darker; everything was spinning. He called out Sarah's name,
but she didn't answer; no one did. No one except the skeleton-masked figure. And the last thing Jareth saw before the
blackness took him, was that shadowed figure laughing at him mockingly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sarah woke with a start. It had all seemed so real...but no, it was just a dream.
She glanced at the clock. It was 1:30 in the morning! And she hadn't even started on her paper yet! She'd never finish it
now! Jumping up, she walked over to her computer and started typing random words that sounded good to her. She tried
to make it sound proffesional, but her troubled, sleepy mind wouldn't allow it. She was soon once again fast asleep.
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Jareth opened his eyes, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. What was that dream? It seemed real, but no...Sarah was nowhere near the Underground. She was at home in her apartement, no doubt waorking on that damn essay her pompous boss had assigned her.
But he couldn't help but wonder...had she had a similiar dream? Did she ever dream about about him as he did about her? He sighed. It was too much to hope for...
But that dream...he couldn't stop thinking about it. It left a lingering sense of dread in him, and fear, for Sarah's sake. He couldn't help but feel that she was in some kind of danger. The way that she had disappeared, and that shadow with a skeleton's face...there had to be some sort of connection.
That figure...Jareth tried to visualize it in his mind. The shadowy form wrapped in a black velvet cloak, the skull shadowed by a black hood. The only feature he saw that signified this as a living creature were the eyes that were sunken deep within the sockets of the skull mask.
Jareth knew those eyes...They were crimson red, staring at him out of the blackness. Yes... he was sure he had seen those chilling eyes before...
And then he remembered, and he knew his beloved Sarah was in deadly peril! Jareth cursed as he turned into the owl and flew Aboveground.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reaching Sarah's apartement, he flew towards her window, and using magic, he unlocked it, and entered the apartment. He just hoped he wasn't too late.
His eyes scanned the small room. There she was, asleep by her computer desk. Her face was so peaceful. At least he knew she was undisturbed by the strange dreams.
Now in human form, Jareth walked slowly towards Sarah's still form. When he was but a foot away, he stopped. She was too beautiful; he was in awe of her very presence. Her head resting gently on the keyboard, her cheeks somewhat flushed, and her long chestnut brown hair flowing in all directions over the desk as she slept.
How he longed to touch her silky hair, to caress her soft cheek...
Reaching forward, he allowed his fingers to stroke that lovely hair, letting the locks slip through his leather-encased hand.
"Sarah..." he whispered softly, tracing her jawline with a single fingertip. Recieving no reaction, he called once more, but she continued to sleep. Jareth sighed and lifted her carefully up into his arms. She stirred a little, and let out a small moan, but then returned to her untroubled sleep.
Gazing down at her in his arms, Jareth was once again amazed by her beauty. His eyes traveled down over the length of her entire body, then back to her face. He was tempted to kiss her...oh, how he wished to caress her soft lips with his own...
But, no...gazing at her sadly, he carried her onto the balcony, and, taking out a crystal, transported them both to his home, the Underground.
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Thanks for reading this! I should have the next chapter up soon, but it won't come unless I'm motivated. *hint, hint* Now go review! ^_~
*If the bell...door!..-this is not mine. My friend Ashley came up with this, and I thought it was hillarious! ^_^
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