II.
Sarah gazed across the room at the figure lounging casually on her love seat. Jareth wasn't wearing white like in her dream, although he looked exactly as she remembered him, he wore a midnight blue button up that cut to a sharp V right before his navel, clearly displaying his pendant. The sleeves of his shirt billowed out to the side and when he moved they glittered ever so slightly. He certainly hadn't lost his flair for dramatics. As always, he donned his black leather gloves, Sarah felt the tingle in her hand where she had touched them in her dream. He was wearing tight black breeches and long black leather boots. His blonde hair was wild, framing his face in a way that sharpened his features, his eyes trained carefully on her face. She couldn't read his expression and he remained a mystery to her now, as he did all those years ago.
Smirking slightly, Jareth raised his eyes to appraise the woman in front of him, he felt her eyes move down his body and a spark of excitement travelled through him. Yes, she certainly had grown up nicely. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white T that was rumpled from sleeping. Her green eyes blazed at him in confusion and anger and her black hair whipped around her face as the forgotten window continued to billow the cool night breeze into her apartment. Oh, Sarah, how you turn my world, the Goblin King thought to himself. He had been waiting patiently for this moment. For her to call for him, accept him in her dreams and bring him back to her. For years, he had dreamed of her, but after that first night when she dreamt of him, he had access. Her dream became his reality, and he slipped back into her life torn between wanting to make her pay for what she had done and wanting to cart her off to the Goblin City and force her to love him. His plans for revenge and torture put on hold when she placed her palm in his. He knew his decision was both, she had to pay for her rejection of him, but he also meant to keep her. She belonged to him, after all,and no one was going to take that away.
Sarah snapped to attention and grit her teeth when the Goblin King smirked. "What," she spit, "are you doing here." She tried to ease the trembling in her body and his blatant staring was doing nothing to quell the blush of anger that was beginning to bloom in her cheeks.
Jareth merely chuckled "Oh, Precious, I think you already know the answer to that question. Now let's not play games. You called for me, and here I am. Ever your faithful servant." He snapped his eyes back to hers, jade meeting steel and neither was moving to back down.
"Called for you!" Sarah tried not to shriek "Faithful servant my ass! You have done nothing but berate me and steal into my dreams like some demon! You took my brother and tortured me in your labyrinth, you have the gall to say you're my servant! Get out, Jareth! Get the hell out of my apartment! You have no power over me! I never called for you!"
In a flash Jareth stood and stalked over to her, pushing Sarah back into a wall. His fists were on either side of her head and his eyes were stormy with anger. "Those words don't work anymore my darling little mouse, they lost all meaning when you put your hand in mine and said my name. Don't try to lie to me Sarah, make no mistake, you called for me. Not the other way around, and here I am again" Sarah blinked in confusion but the Goblin King continued, "You agreed to let me rule you this time Sarah, and I am nothing if not loyal to my word, and believe me Precious," Jareth tucked a piece of hair behind her hair, "you will fear me." With those words Jareth smashed his lips into Sarah's locking her into a bruising kiss. Before she processed what had happened she passed out, but not before seeing the manic smile that was burned in Jareth's face.
Underground: Jareth
Jareth sat in his throne room, mulling over the events of that night. He knew Sarah was tucked away in a bed in his castle, and he was keeping a vigilant watch on her while she slept, his crystals blurred in and out with images of her face as he twirled them, black hair spread out on a pillow and her lips in a small pout, sleeping soundly. Jareth felt a twinge of lust surge through him as he thought about her fiery mouth on his and he wished to have prolonged their kiss. However, he had other plans, and assaulting her with his mouth didn't fit into them at this juncture. He had wanted to scare her, to intimidate her into submission.
He had decided what he wanted to do to get his revenge. Make her love him. Make her need and crave him until he threw her away as she had him, show her how deep his cruelty ran. Yes, he thought, I move the stars for no one, I must make her believe I moved them for her. Jareth knew that his proposition to her also made him her slave, but he wasn't going to give Sarah enough time to think through the real words that he had spoken, only what he wanted her to hear, "fear me, love me." Ah, he thought, her demise is going to be so delicious. Jareth was so consumed with the details of his plan that he missed the darkened form of Sarah open her eyes and rise with a start.
Sarah
She whirled around in the small room, panic quickly seeping its way into her bones. Where was she? How did she get here? What did he DO? Sarah was furious as she stalked around the room, looking for any way out or anything besides the plain bed she had woken up on. She could feel the tears starting to bubble up, the anger and shame at herself for allowing him to come back into her life. Why did she do that? How could she have said yes to the Goblin King again?!
It isn't fair.
It was just a dream! That's it! It wasn't supposed to be real. How could she have known? All she wanted was to sleep peacefully for crying out loud. He ruined everything, and now she was trapped here… wherever that was.
A little while later Sarah was chewing on her cheek and sitting on the bed when suddenly the wall fell away and a small, squat goblin walked in the room
"He will see you now," it said and beckoned her to follow.
Well here goes nothing, Sarah thought as she followed it out of the room.
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AN: I still own nothing of Jim Henson's work (sadly)
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