A.N. I know it's a little short right now but I'm not one to write long
stories, especially not at 4am, which is when this was done this morning. I
figure if I write it in chapters I might succeed in writing something over
2000 words for once :) I'd also appreciate it if you could review it and
tell me what you think so I know whether or not I should keep going on it.
Please also bear in mind that this is my first attempt at Labyrinth fanfic,
so if it's a little bit iffy, tell me so :) Thank ya kindly!
Disclaimer: I don't own them :( That's common knowledge (unless I suddenly turned into Jim Henson, which wouldn't be too bad lol). In other words, don't sue me. You'll only get about $2 and a whole load of un-finished schoolwork. On second thoughts, maybe you should sue me ;)
Also the lyrics in this chapter are from Sarah McLachlan's 'Possession'. I don't own that either *pouts*
Only The Angels
Chapter 1:
Close Your Eyes
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Listen as the wind blows
from across the great divide,
Voices trapped in yearning,
memories trapped in time,
The night is my companion
and solitude my guide,
Would I spend forever here
and not be satisfied
******************************
Sarah felt the darkness envelope her when she turned out the light beside her bed. He liked the dark. She thought that maybe he did not want to see her aging form in full light, preferring to see her in the silvery glow of the moon as it shone in her window. Nothing about him surprised her anymore.
Every year on the eve of their first meeting he would come to her. This annual affair so far had lasted thirty-one long years. And still he came. She had come to accept it. Expect it. Want it with everything she was. Once he had asked her why she had never married. In her blissful state of euphoria she had merely chuckled. He knew the answer.
Many years ago Sarah had come to realise that the once-a-year encounters were significantly less than what she wanted – or was it needed? – from him. It had taken her a few years to tell him so, and ask him if he could come more often. The response he gave her was a slight shake of the head, and she could see the sadness in his eyes. She had never asked for an explanation and he had never offered her one.
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And I would be the one
to hold you down,
kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away
and after I'd wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear
******************************
These meetings had begun the first year after she had solved his labyrinth. Her friends still came when she wished for them. She never thought she could wish for him also. In that year she had come to miss him a great deal. She longed to see him once again. That night she lay in her bed and a simple thought occurred to her. She decided to try it. She rose and opened her window, feeling the cool breeze weave its way into her room. She returned to bed and, in her heart, she knew what to do. Softly, her voice full of hope, she whispered: 'Jareth, I need you.'
Fifteen minutes passed. She heard the clock downstairs chime twelve. She closed her eyes, one single tear gently tracing a path down her cheek. Feeling a soft finger catch the tear, she opened her eyes, meeting his mis- matched gaze. She smiled up at him and he leant down to place a chaste kiss on her lips. They shared a night together: touching, wanting and loving.
******************************
Through this world I've stumbled
so many times betrayed,
Trying to find an honest word,
to find the truth enslaved,
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
you speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath,
you words keep me alive
******************************
And so it began. Every year from that night he came to her. Even though he never said the words, she knew that he loved her. He proved so every year by being there with her. And she showed her love to him by wanting him to be.
It didn't occur to her until she was well into her thirties that he didn't age. His face stayed youthful and handsome, his body never changing as Sarah's did. Wrinkles had formed in the corners of her eyes from smiling. An odd silver hair could be found within the other dark strands. Her body was beginning to tire, only slightly, but enough for both her and her lover to notice. She did not think he minded, some years catching him admiring her body as if she were still twenty-five. His gaze sent jolts of electricity and happiness through her.
Sarah smiled into the darkness. From that first year onwards she did not need to call him. He came at precisely the same time every year, without fail. She could feel the breeze from the open window falling gently against her skin. Outside the trees rustled their leaves impatiently, seemingly waiting for the night's events to begin. She looked at the clock beside her bed, the digital display telling her that it was almost twelve. She closed her eyes and waited for him to come.
******************************
Into this night I wander,
it's morning that I dread,
Another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread,
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride,
Nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied
******************************
Puh-LEASE read and review this! *pouts* I need to know if anyone wants me to continue it or not. I'd really like to! But if not, I'll scrap it and never write again. And that's a promise :P
Disclaimer: I don't own them :( That's common knowledge (unless I suddenly turned into Jim Henson, which wouldn't be too bad lol). In other words, don't sue me. You'll only get about $2 and a whole load of un-finished schoolwork. On second thoughts, maybe you should sue me ;)
Also the lyrics in this chapter are from Sarah McLachlan's 'Possession'. I don't own that either *pouts*
Only The Angels
Chapter 1:
Close Your Eyes
******************************
Listen as the wind blows
from across the great divide,
Voices trapped in yearning,
memories trapped in time,
The night is my companion
and solitude my guide,
Would I spend forever here
and not be satisfied
******************************
Sarah felt the darkness envelope her when she turned out the light beside her bed. He liked the dark. She thought that maybe he did not want to see her aging form in full light, preferring to see her in the silvery glow of the moon as it shone in her window. Nothing about him surprised her anymore.
Every year on the eve of their first meeting he would come to her. This annual affair so far had lasted thirty-one long years. And still he came. She had come to accept it. Expect it. Want it with everything she was. Once he had asked her why she had never married. In her blissful state of euphoria she had merely chuckled. He knew the answer.
Many years ago Sarah had come to realise that the once-a-year encounters were significantly less than what she wanted – or was it needed? – from him. It had taken her a few years to tell him so, and ask him if he could come more often. The response he gave her was a slight shake of the head, and she could see the sadness in his eyes. She had never asked for an explanation and he had never offered her one.
******************************
And I would be the one
to hold you down,
kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away
and after I'd wipe away the tears,
Just close your eyes dear
******************************
These meetings had begun the first year after she had solved his labyrinth. Her friends still came when she wished for them. She never thought she could wish for him also. In that year she had come to miss him a great deal. She longed to see him once again. That night she lay in her bed and a simple thought occurred to her. She decided to try it. She rose and opened her window, feeling the cool breeze weave its way into her room. She returned to bed and, in her heart, she knew what to do. Softly, her voice full of hope, she whispered: 'Jareth, I need you.'
Fifteen minutes passed. She heard the clock downstairs chime twelve. She closed her eyes, one single tear gently tracing a path down her cheek. Feeling a soft finger catch the tear, she opened her eyes, meeting his mis- matched gaze. She smiled up at him and he leant down to place a chaste kiss on her lips. They shared a night together: touching, wanting and loving.
******************************
Through this world I've stumbled
so many times betrayed,
Trying to find an honest word,
to find the truth enslaved,
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
you speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath,
you words keep me alive
******************************
And so it began. Every year from that night he came to her. Even though he never said the words, she knew that he loved her. He proved so every year by being there with her. And she showed her love to him by wanting him to be.
It didn't occur to her until she was well into her thirties that he didn't age. His face stayed youthful and handsome, his body never changing as Sarah's did. Wrinkles had formed in the corners of her eyes from smiling. An odd silver hair could be found within the other dark strands. Her body was beginning to tire, only slightly, but enough for both her and her lover to notice. She did not think he minded, some years catching him admiring her body as if she were still twenty-five. His gaze sent jolts of electricity and happiness through her.
Sarah smiled into the darkness. From that first year onwards she did not need to call him. He came at precisely the same time every year, without fail. She could feel the breeze from the open window falling gently against her skin. Outside the trees rustled their leaves impatiently, seemingly waiting for the night's events to begin. She looked at the clock beside her bed, the digital display telling her that it was almost twelve. She closed her eyes and waited for him to come.
******************************
Into this night I wander,
it's morning that I dread,
Another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread,
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride,
Nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied
******************************
Puh-LEASE read and review this! *pouts* I need to know if anyone wants me to continue it or not. I'd really like to! But if not, I'll scrap it and never write again. And that's a promise :P