Luring Out Vindictive Emotions Chapter Three
By: Sweetest Lil Empath
Glitter and light flooded the room as Jareth and Sarah arrived in the underground. All was silent whilst the lights faded out and glitter dissolved, Sarah stared at the floor of whatever room they were in, fiddling with her hands. After a long moment of silence however she realized that she would have to be the first to talk. Head still lowered to the floor Sarah gave a hard sigh and cleared her throat "So? . . . What-" here she let a long pause as she tried to figure out what exactly to say.
Jareth snickered spitefully enjoying watching the Oh-So-Wonderous-Conqueror-Of-The-Labyrinth squirm in confusion and fear in his presence. After a few moments of enjoying her distress he swept before her vicious and domineering with all his king like grace, a almost sinister smile plastered on his face. Scared by his sudden movement she fell back landing on her ass. Petrified and alone Sarah began to scoot away from him hoping distance would stop the hammering in her ears. Looking at her soft and weak beneath him had nearly done him in when they were in her realm but things were different know; this was his land, here he was in control not her. He followed her across the room delighting in the slightly annoyed yet still overly frightened frown on her face.
Finally her back came to a wall, further decreasing her comfort from being in this strange room, held captive by a revenge driven king and utterly alone with no promise of a bright future. When the realization hit her it was as if someone had punched her in the stomach and dragged her through a river, unable to weep aloud tears rolled silently down her cheeks. Jareth watched as she pulled her knees to her chin and buried her head in them silently weeping, her arms hugging themselves around her body. The sight was pleasing to his eyes, her gasps and sobs a melody that filled his heart with joy.
Leaning down he grabbed her gently by the chin and brought her to his level. Without a word he moved his hand along her face and into her hair gently massaging the back of her neck. With his face so close to her own he could smell her shampoo, it was green apples, a very rare fruit in the underground that was said, at times, to be the seed of all sexual desires, one bite could make any creature want you. Sarah met his gaze and a shiver of fear ran through her body. His eyes held a sort of determined intensity that made her still and cautious, eyes wide, breathing became difficult. Seeing her shake sent a flash of anger through Jareth what right does she have to be so afraid when I am as gentle as this, she should be glad I do not send her to the bog! His eyes flashed dangerously, his hand moving from her neck to the back of her head.
Weaving his fingers through her chocolate locks, Jareth growled low and brought his lips to her own. The kiss was gentle at first, his lips moving slowly and passionately over hers. His tongue flicked across her lips tasting the salty/sweet tears; groaning in pure pleasure as he nibbled her lower lip. With a gasp of surprise Sarah began to slowly shake her head, she really didn't want this, she didn't want him to comfort her and hold her this way . . . like a treasured lover. It was absolute torture, but it didn't matter to him, ignoring her silent pleas Jareth pushed his tongue into her mouth, sweeping it along her moist cavern. Disheartened and trembling she put her hands on his shoulders and tried to slowly push him off of her but he felt it and gripped her hair harder making her cry into the kiss.
He greedily swallowed her cries and sobs while moving his tongue everywhere he could. Her lips were soft and warm and every tear that fell to them tasted of sweet bliss and passion. Letting go of her head he broke the kiss enjoying her loud gasps for air as she flattened herself against the wall. His own breath coming out in slow, heavy pants. Still leaning against the wall Sarah turned into it placing her palms and left cheek against the cool stone. She could feel him as he moved behind her bringing his hands to her shoulders he massaged them for a while before turning her to face him. Rage and humiliation flowed in her eyes as she looked up at the man whom had taken everything that mattered to her.
Jareth was amused if unaffected at all by her scornful look. He could see the insult sitting on her lips ready to lash at him and cleared his throat. "Now Sarah" he began, the deep volume of his voice made her jump "before you go stringing insults and curses I do not plan to stay here and play games with you all night. In fact I have some more business to attend to but there is one more thing that must be done here and I am going to warn you now that you are not going to like it. At all." Curiosity was gnawing at her but Sarah refused to give in she just wanted this horrible day to finally be over.
"Fine!" she said using her hands to push off the wall forcing the king to step back or risk falling over. "Whatever. Just get it done! . . . I need to be alone for a while" she confessed voice wavering. Jareth stood tall, one eyebrow quirked what an attitude. We'll have to work on that but for now. . . grabbing her by the shoulders he tilted her head and bit harshly onto her neck swallowing the blood as it rushed into his mouth. When the flow finally stemmed long enough he licked the wound and pulling away from her neck he bit his wrist smearing the copulating blood onto two fingers before roughly rubbing his blood into the cut the bite had made on her neck. He watched as the wound began to steam and burn as their blood mixed and coursed into her veins and was pumped through her body. In seconds the bruise began to heal leaving a white feather shaped mark in its wake.
Sarah screamed in pain and went to clutch the bite wound with her hand but was stopped when Jareth grabbed both her wrists and held her against his chest to keep her from falling to the ground, her screams muffled and fresh tears fell unto his shoulder. As the last remnants of the bruise faded the wing began to glow and liquid silver began to trickle from the mark like water, moving along both sides of her neck until the two streams met on her opposite shoulder, twisting around each other forming an intricate owl shaped knot. The liquid solidified into glorious sterling silver threads as the glowing slowly receded into the mark. He let her drop to the ground and watched as she gasped in relief.
Sarah grabbed her shoulder where the mark was and was surprised to feel something soft and thin. Curious she followed the thread with her fingers playing with the strange knot for a minute before looking up at Jareth. She was surprised to see his hand outstretched to her, grabbing his hand she allowed him to pull her up off the ground. Sarah let the thread drop to her neck not once taking her eyes off his beautiful golden orbs. Without a word he led her to a mirror on the wall opposite of the one she was leaning against.
As he led her across the room she looked around taking in the room's décor. If she didn't know any better she'd think she was in her old room in the above-ground, except that this room was bigger and seemed to be made of stones piled and cemented on top of each other, in a way it reminded her of a small cottage. Now as they stood in front of 'her' vanity mirror Sarah wasn't surprised to see the effects of heavy crying evident on her face, her eyes were red and there were thick sticky trails of drying tears covering her checks.
She noticed (much to her horror) however that the way Jareth stood behind her holding her shoulders in his hands and looking intensely at her reflection was very much akin to a newlywed. Shaking her head she refocused her attention on the strange necklace. As she studied and played with it she noticed that it was indeed attached at the wing to her neck almost as if it was a part of her body, looking closer she could see that the white wing had solidified into some sort of clasp, curiously, she gave it a gentle tug regretting it as soon as she did when a sharp pain ran throughout her entire body. It felt like a fire burning hot inside her core, burning her. She watched in terror as a single tear rolled down her cheek, a small. . . warm. . .bloody tear. Shocked and afraid she turned on Jareth, not bothering to wipe off her face.
"What is this?" she said slowly, fury and unrestrained fear ebbing on her words.
Unfazed by either her anger or pain Jareth strolled to her bed and sat down in a bored manner. "It's a mark. What you humans would recognize as a tracker, only it is much, much more than that."
Stomping towards the bed she grabbed his shirt bringing his smirking face close to her own, her eyes thunderous with rage. "I don't care for your fucking games," She spat "Tell me what this is now!"
His smug smile never faltering Jareth leaned in closer his eyes burning with so much unrestrained emotion that it made Sarah want to back away.
"This." He said quietly, "is the means by which you will break. You will bow to me and become my servant my slave your will means nothing. Everything you do and say from this point on will be for my pleasure and at my instruction. No one will save you, no on can, you can not make a move without me knowing about it. Wherever you go whatever you do I will know and I will. Not. Be. Generous. This. Time."
Even though his voice remained calm and even Sarah could feel the intense honesty and conviction in his voice and breathless she knew he spoke the truth. Jareth watch with sadistic amusement as the hopelessness, fear and anger grew, waging war behind her eyes that didn't seem to see him even as she held his gaze. A strong feeling of success rolled through him as her hold on him weakened allowing him to slip comfortably back to the bed. Still holding loosely onto his shirt Sarah let her head drop to her chest as she tried to keep the tears and fear at bay. Anger gripped tightly around her heart making it harder to breathe. Slowly she let his shirt fall from her hands and stood as strait as she could hands balled into fists at her sides.
Her fist like lightning struck his cheek. Only his head moved, turned to the side by the strength of the blow. His hand went to the place where the punch had landed and he could feel the slight swell of bruised flesh.
To say that jareth was stunned would have been wrong. Completely. He had expected that she might realize that the strand around her neck were indeed woven of her very own nerves and flesh. He also expected that she would dually realize that any attempt to remove the strands, however slight, could end her frail human life. He had even suspected that she might strike him, it was how the females of her species reacted when they were scared, threatened or insulted.
But he had definitely NOT expected the hatred that filled her gaze and heart to hit him so directly. He had NOT expected her accusing tears to tear at his heart. Yet most of all he had not expected that she would spit at his feet and walk out the door.