Hi everyone!!!! this is my first fanfic on Labyrinth I wrote this out of inspiration born from Beyonce's new song Sweet dream or Beautiful nightmare. Hope you all like and wish for me to continue. I apoligize for any grammer errors for my computer seems to be having difficulties with spell check. Don't ask. lol well enjoy this first chapter and please review if you like or not.
Beautiful Nightmare
I'm here again. Same beautiful black chiffon dress, same three white pillars surround me, as I sit and lean on one, looking out on the beautiful landscape that looks so familiar. Yet I can't recall any consistant memories. So beautiful as the land says goodnight to the ever colorful sun and welcomes the soft light and coolness of the moon, two moons to be exact, so i know I couldn't have ever been here. Still my mind refuses to deny the thought.
"hmmm" I sigh and close my eyes, letting the feeling peace and euphoira set in. The air seems to just hold your dreams and feed you the satisfaction of acheiving them as you breathe in. A perfect lullaby not needed to be sung or played but by just breathing. A deep breath in and I smell ...peaches. oh no not again first peaches then its the beautifully haunting....
"Sarah" a seductive masculine voice beckons me to open my eyes and follow its voice. "Sarah, my precious" again and again it repeats my name and calls me precious, but I don't want to follow the Voice, it only takes me away from my peacefull pillars. Leads me only through halls and rooms where I can't seem to find the being which it belongs too. It only frustrates me and leaves me incomplete but once I start searching I can't stop.
Until I finally reach beautifully carved double wood doors. Just their carved designs hold me in place staring at the beautiful flowers and creatures that tell a story that I can't understand, but can only admire their beauty. I reach my hand out to touch a beautiful flower with a pixie like creature next to it, but the doors begin to open.
A seducingly beautful room is revealed. Bigger then any room I've seen. From the thick rugs to the paintings hanging from the walls to the vaulted ceilings with its intricate designs and color. The room itself, emanates strength, power, beauty and......lust. A strange mix but potent enough that if one stayed in this room for more then a minute it would consume you and compel you to never leave.
It calls to your soul to stay and discover its many secrets. It's true emotions, strange that a room could speak to one such like it is. but nevertheless it was and it kept pulling me in and I could do nothing but let it. I pass by the massive bed covered in black and red sateen sheets that seemed to be moving as if the wind was blowing them, and puppeting them into hands that beckened me to it. Saying come and live your fantasies, your every desire fulfilled. Out of everything in this room, always the bed felt more alive more clear in its siren calling to me, its vibrant red sheets that promised my dreams and the black promised its fulfillment. Both temptingly sweet.
Yet I could't go to it, I had to find the person with the pleading voice that called my name. It offered me more mystery then any of these foreign temptations. But the Voice, it stopped calling me. Where did it go, why did it stop. Why does it always stop in this room, playing games is not what I want.
I know the Voice is in here, He must be here for why lead me throughout this mansion and stop everytime I enter this room. A realaization accured to me for the first time, this must be His bedroom. He's lead me to his bedroom but why hide? whoever this being, one thing is for certain he must love games. If it is a game he wants, then a game he will have. If he won't come to me then i will make him come to me.
I turn back to the beautiful promises of the black and red sheets. Maybe I will finally indulge myself in my fantasies since it is only a dream what can it hurt. If I can't take guilty pleasures in a dream then what was the point of dreaming all together.
The bed sensing my descion seemed to make the sheets go into a sateeny frenzie where black become red and red black. Showing me the beauty of desire and pleasure melting together. The black sheet took on a form of a hand as I neared the egde of the bed. I took it.
Immediatiley I was wraped by delicate sateen sheets that felt like the most inviting carress i have ever felt. It wrapped around my waist and began climbing my back. As the black enfolded me the red began its ascention to my breasts, it felt like to strong hands gently careesing, kneading building pleasures that had to ensue guilt, for nothing feeling this good should be allowed. My arms stretched above my head and when I didn't feel the mattress thats when I noticed I was floating on air. Awareness and shock opened my eyes wide, seaching for whatever power that was holding me up would show itself or himself.
Thats when the black sheets enfolding me began to take form as I was gently laid down on the soft plush mattress I stared up at the transfroming figure in front of me. Whoever it was, was tall and strong for it demanded to be aknowledged as such. Not even fully formed it came closer, so close I could see the beautiful features of its face starting to take on human color, but then he brought his newly formed head to my ear and whispered "Hello Sarah, I'm happy to see you've accepted my warm invition to a begining of a beautiful nightmare." Now his head his whole form had taken on solid and realazation hit me like a bucket of ice cold water.
"Goblin King" I announced my discovery witnessed his pleasure in my understanding of who he was and then everything really turned into a black abyss of nothingness.