There's Such a Sad Love
By: LabyrinthMonster
"Another story about how Jareth is secretly in love with Sarah and vise versa."
I don't own the Labyrinth or any of the Labyrinth characters.
I really wish I did. But I don't.
Keep in mind; this is my first attempt at fan fic.
Jareth sat on the window seal, staring down at the now still goblin city. He twirled three crystals in his hand, deep in thought. I wonder what she's doing…right now, at this very moment. He took one of the crystals and looked into it, saying her name.
"Sarah." He saw her sitting on her bed with a pillow in her lap and her head down. He looked closer and saw that she was crying. His heart sank. He hated to see her so sad. Should I go to her? No, she can't know. He looked away and dropped the crystal out of the window, letting it fall far below to where it shattered silently against the ground.
"Your Majesty." Jareth looked up quickly. One of his goblins was standing across the room, staring at him.
"What?" Jareth stood up and walked over to his throne and sat down, one leg draped over the side. He glanced warily at the goblin.
"There's a boy… at the entrance to the Labyrinth. He's seems to have somehow stumbled upon it."
"Well, prevent him from entering. Now go. He's no concern of mine." He put his hand over his face as he watched the goblin hurry out of the room. Stupid kids. He hated when the goblins came to him with news of some lost teenager wandering around the gates of the Labyrinth. Wasn't there anything important they could worry him with?
"Jareth!" He heard the voice loud and clear in his head. Sarah? Yes, it was her. She was calling him. He jumped up and called for a goblin. A few seconds, a goblin entered the room, a different one than before.
"Watch the kingdom while I'm gone," Jareth told him. The goblin nodded and left the room.
Sarah sat on her bed, hating her life. What's the point? She put her head in her hands as the tears fell to the pillow in her lap. She began to sob harder. But then, she heard a noise, from somewhere across the room. She quickly looked up, not crying anymore. She gasped. There, about ten feet away from here, stood Jareth.
"Jareth…" she stared at the Goblin King she had beaten so many months ago. "You're here."
"You called for me." He took a step closer.
"Yes. But… I… I wasn't thinking clearly. I beat you. I won. You have to leave me alone now." She looked away from him, avoiding his mesmerizing eyes. "Now go."
Jareth took several steps forward, watching her. He couldn't make himself look away.
"I missed you, Sarah."
"No, Jareth, don't say that." She looked up at him. He was only two or three feet away now. Her heart began to race.
"You missed me, too." Jareth stepped right up next to the bed and then sat down.
"Get out!" Sarah jumped up and walked over to her vanity. She couldn't believe he was actually in her room. She had dreamed about this day, this moment, when her beloved King would come for her. But, at that moment, it didn't seem right. It was all wrong. Yes, she had called him, but seeing him made reality come crashing down on her so with such force she could hardly breathe.
She was about to turn to him, when she felt his hands on her arms, just above the elbows. She froze. His touch was like no other. He leaned in and she felt his breath on her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned back onto him. He moved his hands to her hips and spun her around. She looked up at him. His eyes… his mismatched eyes. He leaned in closer, his lips only an inch or two from hers. His breath smelled so good.
"Sarah," he said, pulling her closer.
"Jareth…" she was giving in, when suddenly she snapped out the daze and looked away. "Jareth, you have to go."
He let her go and stepped back. Sarah looked at the floor. I don't want to hurt him. "I'm sorry, Jareth."
She looked up, only to find she was alone.
Remember: This is my
first fan fic story. Read… review. Thanks.
I'll add more
later.
