I do not own the rights for Labyrinth! That belongs 100% to Jim Henson, and his awesome crew! Please, please R&R, and be 100% honest, but kind if you could. This is my first attempt at this! Enjoy!
'' Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I'll be your slave.'' Jareth said, his eyes sad and begging as he waited for Sarah's answer, keeping his hand that held the crystal ball out for her, hoping she'll take his offer.
Sarah glanced around the room, trying to remember the last part of the line from her book Labyrinth. ''My kingdom as great...My kingdom as great….'' She began to get more scared as time passed as she desperately tried to remember that very line that would haunt Jareth forever.
She then looked up into his sad, loving eyes when she finally spoke the very words that he dreaded.
''You have no power over me.'' She looked so proud at herself for remembering those six little words, and pain-stricken Jareth had no choice but to let her go. He tossed the crystal ball up into the air before turning into a barn owl. Before he did, he looked into the face of the woman he loved and gasped. Her face, that was usually so sweet, but childlike, turned into a cruel, cold face that smirked at his pain. A cackle echoed throughout the room before darkness covered his whole vision.
Jareth woke up with a jump, breathing heavily as sweat poured down his face. He took a deep breath, and slowly released it, calming his breathing down. Grr…Another dream of that! It's been ten years since the events, and every day I have that dream! Closing his mismatched eyes, he took yet another breath to calm himself.
Sitting up from his throne that he fell asleep in, he stood up and stretched, his muscles aching from staying in one place to long. He sighed softly as he paced around his throne room, his mind buzzing with thoughts. As he walked back and forth, he almost tripped over an unseen item, and fury came off of him, making his pale skin red in the face. He kicked the item, watching the helmet, (now that it was in better lighting), fly out the window. Next he heard squawking and shouting from the goblins. He shook his head, a small headache forming in his head. His thoughts slipped back to his dream, his night terror.
That very event had been plaguing him ever since that night, ten years ago.
Come on, Jareth! You're better than that! You're the Goblin King! You don't need some girl that merely turned your offer down. And just because of some baby! Oh sure, I was planning on turning him into a goblin, but I was going to make sure that he'd be well fed.
He chuckled warily, running a hand through his white-blonde hair. Though, he thought, I was planning on making him my next heir. That wasn't too cruel.
Sighing once again, he stopped in his tracks, gazing out the window to the Goblin City. Oh Sarah. If only you taken my offer, and been my bride, you would have had everything you ever wanted.
Growling silently, he pulled out a crystal ball from thin air and gazed into it. He needed to calm himself more, and with Sarah fresh on his mind, he decided to check up on her: she was sure to have something that was making her suffer, just like he was. Little did she know that she was the source of his pain.
Up in the Aboveground, Sarah was running around the small city of North Moses Lake, Washington, riding her bicycle down to her apartment building. A happy smile broke out on her face as she continued to ride. A happy sigh came from the dark headed girl, her short hair pulled back from a headband and hair-tie.
She loved sunny days, and enjoyed them very much.
A single drop of water fell on her face like a tear, and she quickly looked up into the sky: it was beginning to get cloudy, and dark. So much for a sunny day, thought Sarah as she slowed down and came to a full stop. Wasting no time, she picked up her bike and carried it, a tiny sound escaping from her as she carried her bike up the stairs. Damn elevators! Why do they seem to break whenever I have my bike with me?
Shaking her head, she finally reached her door, and dug her hands into her pant pockets, feeling around for her keys. When she neither felt nor found none, her famous temper started to take over.
But then the door opened, and a head popped out. The head smiled when he saw who it was and opened the door all the way, revealing his food covered apron.
As quick as her temper came, it disappeared when she saw her boyfriend in the doorway of her place.
''Kyle? What are you doing here? And what's with the apron'' She asked with a small laugh as she walked into the small apartment with her bike, setting it by the door before closing it.
Turning towards Kyle, she crossed her arms, her face stern and yet amused. ''Well?'' Kyle chuckled before taking the apron off, walking back into the kitchen like he owned the place.
She had no choice but to follow him.
''Well, I wanted to see my girlfriend, and since you gave me your spare key, I thought I'd cook you dinner.'' He flashed a bright smile that Sarah loved, and she stared at him confusingly.
''What key? I don't remember giving you any key.'' She was clearly very confused and ticked off. She really didn't remember giving him a key of any sort. Kyle rolled his eyes as he turned off the stove, and bent down to grab two plates from the cupboards, setting their food on their plates.
''You gave it to me yesterday, remember? You gave it to me for our anniversary before I left here. Well, you were drinking a little. I probably shouldn't have brought that wine here.'' He chuckled before bringing the plates over to the little table in the living room.
While he was talking and getting their food together, Sarah couldn't help but feel like she was being watched.
Shaking her head mentally, she just brushed it off, thinking that she was just being weird. That seemed to have been happening a lot since the day she had that dream as a young teen, the dream that wouldn't leave her mind for a minute.
Well, who would want to watch me anyway? Even if it was a dream, why does it feel like it really happened? Looking back over at the dark headed man, she uncrossed her arms when she caught the smell of dinner and almost drooled.
At the same time, her stomach growled and she blushed. Her face turned even more pink at one of his statements.
''Y-yeah. W-well, I better clean up a bit. I'll be right back.''
He didn't get a chance to speak before she dashed to her bedroom, shutting it. Sarah groaned quietly as she leaned against the door, closing her pale green eyes as she started getting slight headache. There goes a quiet night home. Why did he have to come today? Ugh, stupid headaches!
Sighing, she pushed herself off the door, forcing herself to change out of her sweat stained clothes and into something a little bit nicer. She changed out of her clothes and into a dark green shirt that enchased her jade eyes, and a simple pair of dark washed jeans. She went into her bathroom, pulling out her hair-tie and headband, and letting her hair down loose.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, checking out her ratty brown hair. I really should get it cut again, she thought, making a mental note to herself, playing with the ends of her grown hair. Her hair was down to her shoulders, and where she used to have bangs grown down past her nose.
Picking up a brush and taking a hit at it, she brushed her hair as best as she could, getting rid of the knots and tangles. As she fixed her hair, she glanced down at the bathroom counter, her eyes stopping at the small figure: her little ballroom dancer statue. She then let her thoughts go in an unwanted path, taking a trip down to memory lane.
'After Hoggle had given her the fruit that very nearly made her forget her brother, she had ended up in a beautiful, gorgeous ballroom that was filled with dancers. All of them were adults, and she was still a child herself, stuck in a grown up world.
She wore the very same gown at her doll wore: a full white gown with poufy sleeves that rest on the side of her shoulders, leaving her shoulders naked. Gloves came from the end of the sleeve to her hand. On her collarbone, she wore a long necklace that matched her dress, and also her earrings.
She looked around, her sharp jade eyes searching for a dance partner worthy of her. She pushed through the masked crowd that paid no attention to the little girl dressed up in grown up clothes.
Sarah continued to look around for a person, unaware of the Goblin King's eye on her.
When she did finally spot him, he disappeared, leaving for her to find him again. She turned around and found Jareth standing in front of her. She couldn't help but just stand there as well, perplexed as well as slightly pleased as he walked toward her, taking her hand and waist. She copied him, only placing her hand on his shoulder as they began to waltz, dancing in sync.
Her dark emerald orbs and his stormy and chocolate eyes never left each other. The dancers that had no interest in her suddenly circled around the pair, watching them as if this was a one in a lifetime thing happening. He began to sing to her as they twirled around the room, never missing a step, always fluid. His voice was so soothing that Sarah almost didn't hear the sound of the ringing clock. She'd looked over at single clock that rang, and turned her gaze back on Jareth. He had a small, but slight smile on his face before he slowly leaned down. The clock rang once more, snapping Sarah back into reality. She shoved him away from her, forcing his grip to loosen. She started to run away from him and the group, not looking back before breaking out of her dream.'
The whole thing was a dream….Wasn't it?
But for some reason, she felt sad at the thought of the while whole experience being a dream. A soft breath coming from the young woman, she set her brush down and went back out to eat with her boyfriend, somebody that she couldn't help but compare to the man in her dreams.
Thank you for reading my first chapter! Please review, and I promise to reply back saying thank you. I hope you'll enjoy the next chapter as well! Tons more are on the way!