Not Her
By: WickedGame
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth.
Pairing: Jareth and OC
Warnings: Crazy Jareth, physical abuse, sex with minor, less than 500 words.
Summary: He would take them all since he could not have her.
"I move the stars for no one," Jareth told the young maiden cowering in his bed. She was a pretty young thing, brunette with gray eyes and the hint of curves that only an adolescent could possess. But she was still not her. They never were her.
Sarah. The name rose, unbidden, to his lips, and he roughly quashed down the urge to speak it.
The young maiden stared at him, eyes wide and scared. Just like she should have been. They always felt this way about him. They thought they knew him. They thought he cared. They thought he would understand. But he didn't. He was none of those things. He was not so predictable that someone could know him. He was not so kind as to be warm. He was not so compassionate as to care, and he was not so perceptive as to understand. All these girls went by in a blur. They were all brunette, gray-eyed, and young. So very young. He sunk into their bodies, taking them again and again like he had longed to take her. He made them think, feel, and believe. They were all under his spell, and they were too young to know better. When he reached his climax they were still not her. Not. Her.
He would continue. He would carry on. She was in his system, like some plague or chronic disease. She lived in his tattered, mad soul. And since he could not have her flesh under his, he would take them all.
A king is not to be taken lightly. A king is not to be defied. If he could not have her, all like her would suffer.
The brunette shrugged her gown back over her shoulders. Jareth shot her a glare.
"Who told you to get dressed?" he snapped.
"Your Majesty, I just thought – ," the girl yelped as she was slapped across her cheek.
"Do not defy me, Sarah," he sneered. The girl knew better than to protest. He had been calling her Sarah since they had met. Her real name was Alliandra, but he did not even seem to care.
"On your knees, Sarah. Beg me for release. Obey me. Love me. Let me rule you…"