A/N: I was feeling creative the other night, and decided to post this. It's short, but sweet…or perhaps not too sweet. This is a completely different thread of thought from my other one-shot.
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Jareth shoved Sarah into the stone wall. His hands gripped her shoulders cruelly, his fingers pressing into her skin.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. You just don't understand. All of this, everything, is for you."
"I don't care! All I want is to go home!"
"That, dear Sarah is not on the agenda I have planned for you." Jareth's crooked teeth gleamed in the dim light.
Sarah looked horrified. "What?"
The Goblin King chose not to answer. Instead, his wrist twirled and procured a crystal. In a flash, Jareth and Sarah were standing in a modest bedroom.
Though Sarah was only fifteen, she had read enough stories to know that certain things happened in certain places and she did not want to be in a room, with a bed, with a male who was probably far stronger than she.
"I am not without mercy, Sarah." She did not notice his soft, almost caring voice through her confustion and mild panic as he said her name. "You will sleep here. There is the door to the washroom; in the corner, there, is a bookshelf, and your window affords a view of the Labyrinth." With that, he disappeared.
Sarah took a moment to calm herself, then she scrutinized her surroundings. The bed was small, capable of holding only one person comfortably. That made her feel only a little better. Sarah moved to stand at the bedside, reaching out her hand to feel the duvet. It was soft and heavy, promising nights of protection and warmth from the coming winter. She went to the bookshelf, hardly six paces from the bed. Titles such as The Key to the Labyrinth, The Labyrinth: Historical References, and The Labyrinth: References in Human Myth stared back at her, the letters gilded onto the spines. Sarah plucked the last from the shelf, arbitrarily opening the tome, placingher finger as a marker at the page she had opened to.
Finally, she alighted on the window sill, balanced precariously on the edge that jutted into the room. The glass that separated her from the outside world was cold. Sarah flipped a few of the pages in her book, but ultimately rested her forehead on the window, attempting to remove the fog of confusion from her mind.
How had she come to be there? She remembered Toby—wishing the Goblin King would come to take him—the lightning and the wind; the man, or creature, that had come to her, presenting the challenge. The Labyrinth, Hoggle, Ludo, Didymus—the ball—the Escher Room—jumping. Then it became unclear. Jareth in white. Words. It was like a dream she remembered having, but couldn't quite remember what had happened in it. The next thing she knew she was in Jareth's power, pressed against the wall.
She was so tired. Sarah had not realized till this moment that she was ready to fall over and sleep. She lifted herself from the sill, still carrying the book. She pulled back the covers on the bed—black, of course—and crawled under the warmth of the duvet. Sarah didn't care that she was still in the clothes she had run the Labyrinth in.She was exhausted, tendrils of sleep already attempting to claim her.
She cradled the book in her arms, the softness of the sheets lulling her to sleep. Sarah was strangely comforted by the presence of the tome. She closed her eyes just as the snow began to drift down from the sky.
At last, she was pulled into the darkness of sleep,voices echoing in her head:
"Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave."
"As you wish."
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A/N: Do tell me what you thought. I didn't quite get a chance to edit it as thoroughly as I had wanted to. Reviews with critic are always welcome.