AN: Ottayyy. Chapter 4, I'm going to watch Labyrinth while I write this chapter, so it may seem a bit more… Jareth isn't as evil, and Sarah doesn't hate him as much. Im just gunna blame it on the sex from last chapter.
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Chapter Four
Silently in her room, Sarah stared at herself in the mirror. Jareth had her dressed in a blue knee high cotton dress, that was surprisingly age appropriate.
Jareth wanted her to come down to the dining room to have lunch with him. She thought he must want to *bond* with her. It sickened her, but at least there was no further talk of rape, at least so far.
The night before hadn't been as bad as she thought it would be. She thought he would hit her, and make her do things she did not want to do. But he didn't make her do anything per-se, just lie there. In a way, the worst had passed, but she still had to live with him, at least for a little while until she found a way out.
A knock on the door interrupted Sarah's thoughts. "We are here to take you to lunch, my lady." A soft feminine voice says from behind the door. Sarah slides on a pair of black high heels and opens the door. A little goblin girl, less than half the height of Sarah, brings her down the elevator and through a few doors until they got to the dining room.
Jareth was sitting at the head of a very long and narrow dining table. The walls were filled with various paintings, and on one wall behind Jareth, was a huge fireplace.
Jareth enchantingly smiled at her as she walked towards him, and sat on his left. "Good afternoon, my dear. You look like a princess, soon to be a queen." Sarah half-heartedly smiled at him as she sat. She looks all around the room, admiring the paintings, as Jareth stares at her. He stares at her with such interest, and adoration. He wonders why he finds this girl so fascinating. And he worries his plan is going to fail. If he falls in love with her, his planned revenge, will be of no satisfaction to him. He may hurt her, but he will pity her pain, and in return he will feel pain.
"Sarah," He begins. "This meeting, is not just for lunch, I have something to tell you. I have made some plans… for our future." He catches her eyes, and grasps her hand.
She pulls away. "What… plans? What are you going to do to me?" Fright on her face, she leans away from him.
"Well, my dear. I think I can not wait three years to marry you, keeping you out of harms way, not letting you roam around the City… I am planning to put you in the Time Warp." He tells her, his face serious.
Sarah smiles, for she recognizes the words Time Warp. "You mean as in… Let's do the Time Warp again? What do I have to take a jump to the left, a step to the right? Do I have to dance for you or something?" She questions the stunned king. He looks at her with a weird expression on his face.
"Umm… What are you talking about dear? Yes, you may dance for me if you wish, we'll talk about that later. But the Time Warp, is a machine that basically speeds up the aging process. I plan to put you in it."
Sarah sat stunned for a minute, and then replied. "When am I to use this machine?" She whispers.
He leans forward, trying to catch her eye, but her eyes are in her lap. "Tonight."
"WHAT?!?" She jumps out of her chair and faces him. "Why must I do this tonight?" She panics, and starts to sweat heavily.
Jareth stands up and takes both Sarah's hands in his. "So that we shall wed tomorrow."
Sarah stares up at him and says nothing. Her mind races, she has no way of leaving if he marries her.
"For us to marry, you must first be an immortal. It does not take long, just drink a quick potion, say a few words, then voila!" He chuckles. Sarah breathes heavily, and thinks about why he is acting like this is not a big deal. Tomorrow, she thought, I will never be able to go back home, and I will forever be in the hands of an evil arrogant king. Her plan was ruined, or the plan she planned to have, was ruined. There was no way of escaping this.
Before she could say anything, Sarah fainted into Jareth's arms. He does not worry much about her, and carries her up to her room and tucks her into the white fluffy bed.
While she slept, Jareth got together the Time Warp, and made many grand plans for the wedding the next day.
Sarah awoke many hours later, the absence of sleep the last night made way for an easy nap that day. She turned around in the bed and bumped into something big, and warm.
Groggily she asked, "What are you doing here Jareth?"
He does not reply instantly, and kisses at her ear and neck, pressing her down into the bed. He whispers to her, "The Time Warp is ready, we are to go to my study, where it is waiting."
Sarah jumps up, and turns to him, frightened. "How old are you intending me to be?"
"Twenty-one, the peak of womanhood as I so told you the other day." He sits up, and wraps his arms around her.
She turns to him, her eyes blood shot. "But… I do not want my age to be changed."
Jareth pouts his lips and mocks her. "There is no choice in the matter, you are to live with me forever, and I do not want to deal with a moody teenager for eternity!" He turns cross, and it scares her. "Do not question me again, now get a move on, we have no time to waste!" He hustles her out of bed and down to his study.
They come to a room, with a big mahogany bed and many shelves full of books. Next to the desk was a big metal cylinder with many coloured buttons on the side.
"This is the Time Warp, you need to step inside and wait three minutes, because you are to age three years." He instructed her, standing next to the machine.
"Will it hurt?" She asks timidly.
"No, but it will feel strange." He tells her. He opens the door. "You need to remove your clothes before you enter."
"I will not undress in front of you! And I will not get into that machine, for all I know it will just fry me to a crisp!" Sarah yells at him, getting her edge back. Jareth glares down at her in fury.
"You take off those clothes, and step into the Time Warp, or I will tear off your clothes and throw you in there myself!" He barks down at her, eyes blazing and impatient.
"NO!" She yells. She knows this is a stupid move, but she will not go through any of this without being forced.
He takes a hold of her, and rips her dress clean off her body. Sarah only gapes up at him, wondering what he will do to her in his fury. He tears off her under things and with a great thrust, pushes her into the machine. She hits her head on the hard metal and passes out.
She awakes much later in her white bed, with a great ache on her head. She opens her eyes, and laying beside her is Jareth, empathy covered his face.
"I am so sorry, my lover. I did not mean to push you that hard, I really hope I did not hurt you too bad." He buries his head in her shoulder, and without thinking she lifts her hand to stroke his blonde locks. She pulls back, realizing her error.
"I only have a small head ache." She whispers to him.
He looks up and smiles slightly. "Really? Good, and that could just be from the Time Warp. Do you feel anything else? Do you feel older?" His eyes wide and excited.
Her brow furrows. "I still went through with the Time Warp? But I was unconscious."
"Yes, you did not have to be awake while it happened, you just laid on the floor of it while it did it's magic."
Sarah sits in thought for a second, and realizing she is naked, peers under the blankets. Her body was much more curvaceous, and her breasts were larger. "Wow." She whispers to herself.
"Yes, WOW!" Jareth peers under the blankets with her. Sarah quickly covers herself and glares at him. "So sorry, my darling. But there is no rest for you today. We must hurry and get down to the dining room. My potion is almost ready, and it must be injected into your blood immediately."
"Wait… what? Needles?" She asks him, baffled.
"Yes, you could drink it… but knowing you, you will drop it. So needles it is." He smiles at her. "Now tot tot, get up and dress, we must hurry."
Sarah jumps off the bed, taking the top blanket with her to hide her nudity. She grabs a purple concealing dress and under things. She runs to the bathroom, and admires herself in the mirror. Her jawbones stood out much more, and her body had completely turned into a woman's. She truly did look twenty-one. She threw on the clothes and walked out to meet Jareth. He wore his red leather kingly styled coat he loved so much, along with grey tight pants and his famous boots.
"You look dashing." He tells her, caressing her body with his eyes. She was wearing the same style dress as yesterday, but today Jareth liked what was underneath much more. It frightened Sarah, but she made sure to keep her composure as she walked down the long hallway to the dining room.
Then Sarah remembered why they were in the dining room. She was about to have her aging process stopped, forever. And to gain other powers, that were unknown to her.
Jareth sat Sarah at the head of the table, and a goblin rushed in, with a needle in his hand. Jareth took the needle, which was filled with a dark blue substance. Sarah tried to keep calm, but tears of course poured down her face, and she crunched her mouth together, trying not to cry out.
Jareth bent over and kissed her scrunched mouth, which opened her lips to let out a whimper. He took her arm, and stabbed the needle into a vein. He left her sitting there, while he ran to get her some water.
She felt nothing at first, but then a tingling sensation started at her toes, until her entire body felt like needles and knives were pricking at her. Sarah cried out in pain and fell to the floor. Writhing in pain, Sarah screamed and screamed, until Jareth ran to her and took her head in his lap.
"Shhhh…." He told her while caressing her cheek, "It will soon pass." The sharp pains stopped for a second, and then her heart began to speed up, and in one last sharp scream, she fainted.
She awoke a few minutes later, water dripping down her face. She looked up into a handsome pale face. She did not recognize this man, and smiled up at him. She said "Hi.", an instinct to her that when a hot guy is staring at you, you must say something. He bent his head and kissed Sarah, she responded, not knowing who this man was.
They kissed passionately, and then Sarah remembered who he was. "Oh, Jareth get off of me!" She pushes the king away and gets up off the floor of the dining room. She thought she would feel different, being immortal, but everything felt the same. She was breathing, her heart was working.
She turns to the man staring at her. "Am I…?" She asks him expectantly.
"Yes, you are an immortal. You can not tell, I know. But one perk of being an immortal, is that if you get hurt, you will instantly heal." He hands her a sharp knife. "Here, try it."
She takes the knife, and not knowing what to do, she pricks her finger. Drops of blood come out and she wipes them away. When the blood is gone, she inspects her finger. There is no mark of any kind that would tell her she hurt herself.
Jareth takes the knife from her. "See? Quite handy." He winks at her.
Jareth grabs her hand, and pulls her out the door down the long hallway into one of the wooden doors. He stands in front of the entryway "Here, let me show you your wedding dress." He smiles at her, and then moves away so Sarah could see the beautiful white gown in the centre of the room.
She could not believe it, but it took her breath away. For some reason she could not wait to put it on. The dress standing before her was the same dress she wore during the magical dream ball. It was perfect, it was still the same glossy white, and the bodice covered with little jewels. The puffed sleeves where smaller, and the skirt was more slender. She liked the changes, much more grown up. She turned to face Jareth.
"Do you like it?" He asks her excitedly.
"Yes, it is so beautiful!" She could not bear to hold back her emotion, the dress was beautiful, and she was glad she could finally wear her dream gown.
"I am glad, my darling." He embraces her in a hug, and pets her hair. "I was afraid you would pretend to hate it, but maybe, finally you will accept that you shall be with me forever?"
She did not know how to answer his question, and just kindly hugged him back, never letting her eyes leave the dress.
"Come," He whispers in her ear, "There is not much time until the judge gets here, you must put on the dress, and the maids will prepare your hair and face for the royal wedding, and small reception afterwards."
"So soon?" She whispers.
"Yes, my darling, I know you cannot hold back your excitement."
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OKAY. End of chapter four. I have written all four of these chapters in two days, and I am POOPED. I need to sleep. But I will have at least one more chapter ready for tomorrow, October 21 2009. And I know a lot happened in this chapter, I kinda lost my flair for detail a while into it… oh well, its not like its gunna be published eh?
