Danny looked around, though he couldn't really see anything. It was dark and cold and perhaps a little damp. She stood slowly, trying to allow his eyes to adjust to the dark. He put his hands out to feel how close the walls were. The answer was pretty close. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, knowing that it was a long shot, but hoping he was wrong. He wasn't. No bars, but the light from it was enough for him to get a good look around. He almost wished that he didn't see it. It was what he imagined solitary confinement in jail would look like. Hardly enough room to move around, the walls were dewy, it smelled weird, and he was almost sure there was human skull in the corner. He removed his suit jacket and placed it on the ground and sat on it, trying to make as little contact with the floor as possible. What the hell had he done to deserve this?
He thought about just that for a moment, he'd been good to the people he loved as he grew up; his parents, his brothers and sisters. He'd kept his nose pretty clean over the years, bedded a few females more than he should have, perhaps, but generally kept himself out of trouble. Had to. Considering the position his father was in, anything he (or his siblings) did were news stories. Girlfriends and boyfriends were heavily researched, their family, their upbringing, their ex boyfriends and girlfriends.
That's why when he'd met Sarah, he'd taken that opportunity as soon as he'd seen it. She was perfect for his political career. She was sweet, unknown, her background was spotless; no ex-boyfriends to be worried about (though, considering the recent developments, perhaps they should have looked deeper).
When he'd seen her in class for the first time, he knew he'd have to have her. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. That skin so fair that it looked like fresh cream, hair the color of the night sky, eyes that reminded him of the ancient stories of Egyptian cats – that's how green they were. She'd blushed the first time he'd spoken to her. He could tell that she was awkward naturally, and attention from him (she said she didn't know who he was when they'd met, but he still didn't believe her) made her a little uneasy. It had taken weeks for him to get her out on a date, longer than that to kiss her. He'd never met anyone so prude before.
Perhaps that was why he'd been sleeping with Carol so long. Hell, a man had needs and he was going to get what he needed and Sarah wasn't willing to give it to him. Carol was more than willing, and he took that opportunity, too. In retrospect, sending her as Sarah's assistant probably wasn't the best of ideas. Though he didn't think Sarah knew anything, Carol shot daggers that he could see from miles away whenever she caught a glimpse of that ring on Sarah's finger. Yeah, that was probably a bad idea – though it was fun watching Carol put Sarah in the most glam and uncomfortable clothing possible. And she did look stunning tonight.
Tonight. What the hell happened tonight? He should have known her past was too squeaky clean to be true. Who the hell was he? Earlier, the man – or whatever the hell he was – looked relatively normal – quite handsome, actually. It wasn't hard to see how someone would be attracted to someone who looked like that – though Sarah seemed uncomfortable and uneasy when she was around him then – but when he'd seen him just a few minutes ago, he looked like a villain from a fairytale. Handsome, yes, but nothing that someone like Sarah would be into. Or anyone normal for that matter.
Then again, Sarah wasn't exactly normal in his eyes anymore. There was no doubt what they'd been doing in her room before he walked in. He'd never seen Sarah so flushed. Or that naked before, actually. She was just as beautiful as he imagined she'd be – minus the marks that "Jareth" had left up and down her. He loved Sarah – not as much as he could be – perhaps he wasn't even in love with her – but she was his, had promised to be his, and wasn't going to take the insult lying down.
"As soon as I get out of here, that engagement is off," he muttered under his breath to no one.
"Did you really think she was going to marry you? I don't know if she would have gone through with it even if I hadn't shown up. Then again, she's full of surprises, that one is, as you now know," Jareth smirked from the wall he was perching against. Not that Danny could see him; it was dark as pitch in that oubliette.
Danny jumped up, balled fists, and stormed in Jareth's direction. "You son of a bitch,"
Jareth laughed and held up his hand. "Your Majesty will do just fine, though, considering our situation, you may call me Jareth."
Danny lunged at him with all the power he had – only to land his fists against the wall where Jareth once stood. Jareth was on the other side of the room.
"Well, that's not going to get you anything except a bloody hand." Jareth's eyes sparkled in the dark at the man's obvious rage.
Danny stood still, eyes closed, teeth grinding. "What did you do with her?"
Jareth arched a brow at him with a grin. "Sarah? Well, my precious is currently at the beginning of my labyrinth, trying to rescue you, actually. You should be grateful. My immediate plan was to just kill you. Lucky you, I like playing games every once in a while."
Realizing that he was dealing with an egomaniacal maniac, Daniel just gave up fighting with sagged shoulders. "So, what do I have to do to get out of here?"
Jareth threw his head back and laughed for a few moments. If he was human, he'd probably have a stomach cramp.
"There's nothing you can do to get out of here. Your fate relies completely on her. Let's hope you were as good to her as she to you, and she has no reason to just let you die. I don't think she has that in her, but who knows. People do strange things when they find out their fiancé has been cheating on them. I wonder how she'd react… She does have an awful temper."
Danny's eyes snapped up to Jareth's direction and Jareth could smell the fear in him.
"Don't worry – Sarah's heart is too big for that. You'd just better hope she makes it through in time. I don't have good manners and I love to play with my prisoners. Your death would be slow and painful."
Danny flopped down on the ground underneath him with a sigh. "How does she even know you?"
"Ahhh… that's a long story. It began not too dissimilar to this situation, but her brother was involved – and I wasn't going to kill him – just turn him into a Goblin. She called out to me, and I answered her – I can only come to her when she calls me. Ever the stubborn Sarah, she wanted more from me, and I gave her what she wanted – a chance to win her brother back. Unfortunately for me, I under estimated her and she bested me." Jareth shrugged on a small sigh. "Things are different this time…" Jareth's mind seemed to wander for a moment, until Danny spoke again.
"You can't come to her unless she calls you? She called you? How long has this been going on?"
Jareth rolled his eyes at the man before speaking again. "Yes, she called to me. I only answered in her dreams, and once in her room before tonight."
Jareth could taste the anger in the air. It tasted like sour milk on his tongue, and this caused him to smile again.
"Did you two… have you—"
"Taken her? No, not yet. But there'll be plenty of time for that later. Though, if you hadn't shown up tonight, who knows what would have happened." Jareth waved him off and moved to leave before Danny spoke again.
"You seem quite sure of yourself. A little too sure. How do you know you're going to win?"
From out of nowhere, light exploded in the room. Jareth leaned down to Danny, his mismatched eyes scorching into his.
"I'm only going to say this once. If I have to repeat myself, you'll lose a limb each time…"
Jareth leaned in closer so that he was all Danny could see.
"I'm going to win, because she is mine."
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