Hi everyone! I hope that you're enjoying the story, because I am starting to get a few ideas as to what should go next into the story, and I think that that will make it much more interesting later. I just want to thanks all of my lovely reviewers who review and send me questions, so thank you! Soooo anyways, let's get started with the new chapter! I do not own Labyrinth in any way, shape or form, if I did; however, I'd chilly down with the fireys. (The ones who won't take off your head!)
I Need You
Chapter Eleven: Summer's Dawn
5 years ago:
"How about cards?" I asked the Goblin King, finally making my decision on an activity to do. He looked at me like what I had just said was foreign to him.
"Cards? What is this game of 'Cards' that you speak of?" He inquired, a perplexed look written all over his face like the actual game of "Perplexis". I looked at him in surprise and shock, 'how does he not even know what cards are? He must be joking with me'.
"You have got to be kidding me, how do you not know what cards are? It's such a quiet and common game we have in the Aboveground." I replied, my jaw dropping invisibly. I put the book that I was holding in my hands only mere seconds ago in the windowsill and I stood up, walking over to one of the crème chaises that sat across from the inferno-blazing fireplace, where my small white knapsack with brown leather handles sat.
Once I got over to my bag I reached my right hand down deep inside of it, fishing for the little plastic box that held the card deck in it. I felt his eyes watch me as I fished around the inside of the bag aimlessly, struggling to find that little box. I fished around several pockets for a few minutes until I felt my knuckle tap something hard, making a soft noise echo in my backpack. I pulled the plastic box out of my bag in triumph, holding it up in the air like someone would a giant candy bar.
I quickly pulled my hand back down and I turned his way, now walking over to him with big strides. I sat back in the windowsill where he stood, a curious expression still planted on his face. After I sat down, I took the card deck and I practically shoved it in his face, making sure he got a good look and or idea of what I was talking to him about.
He peered at the clear plastic box, examining the cover with intricate red detail and paisley patterns on both the back and the front, despite it still being transparent. He flipped the plastic box over several times, unknown as to how to open the odd contraption to him. A few minutes later he pushed the box back into my hands shaking his hands and standing up. I peered up at him, a questioning glare on my face.
"Where are you going?" I asked him quietly, confused as to why he looked like he was about to leave, which he probably was.
"I'm being summoned for a runner; he or she has wished away someone. I'm sorry my precious Sarah, but you know what I must do." He told me softly, cupping one of my cheeks with his hand, caressing it softly. I nodded at him in understanding.
"Of course, you do what you need to do in those tight pants of yours." I told him, humoring myself with the little joke. He nodded and leaned down and kissed my forehead, and with that he disappeared, the only thing left behind was the ghost of a kiss on my forehead and a pile of glitter at my feet.
The vision then darkened, slowly spiraling my mind into a deep purple cloud, like a thunderstorm. I faintly heard my name being called out, slowly pulling me out of the memory.
"Sarah, precious, it's time to wake up my dear. Sarah….."
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I felt the deep purple clouds in my mind receding back into the depths of unconsciousness, which was no longer an option for me. I felt an odd sensation on my back, little patterns being engraved, and yet, not to scar, but to sooth the tensed muscles in my shoulder blades and spine. I shivered involuntarily, the sensation feeling somewhat odd, and yet, comfortable.
"Sarah." The deep voice called to me, jarring me awake slowly. I felt my eyelids become lighter as I took in a deep breath, the clouds now fully receded. I opened my eyes and I stretched my body out in a straight stick figure. I groaned as I felt my leg and arms bones pop into place, the feeling jolting an invisible shock throughout my body. I felt a warm heat against my face and my upper chest, knowing that if I did in fact get up, I would have to leave the heat that I had come to love. I opened my eyelids slowly, the eyelashes fluttering against the skin beneath my eyes. I felt several pairs of eyes on me and I pushed my face away from the warmth to look up at Jareth, who began to comb his fingers through my hair as a soothing gesture. I slowly sat up, peering around at my surroundings.
"How long have I been out?" I asked Jareth, now seeing that Kylie was still fast asleep on the other crème colored chaise, Lancelot held tight against her with her little arms being his protectors.
"About a half-hour, not too long precious." Jareth replied softly, and yet, it wasn't a whisper. I slowly moved my legs off the chaise and my now bare feet made contact with the floor, the cool sensation now flowing throughout my body, fighting the warmth that ran through my veins. Suddenly, a high-pitched voice chirped up in the midst of silence.
"We was wonder'n when you'd wake up, dearie. You seemed very tired." Said the female worm, a polite smile on her face. "I'm the Mrs., as my husband must have told you." She stated, inching her way over to us with a tray in her small hands.
"I'm Sarah, Sarah Williams. It is very nice to meet you, and I would like to thank both you and your husband for your hospitality, it is very generous of you both." I told the Mrs., making sure that I put up the best manners that I possibly could, I was grateful after all. The Mrs. Smiled.
"It's no problem dearie; I just hope that the both of you make it to wherever you two was going." She told us, a serious tone now taking over her sweet one. I walked over to where Kylie slept and I kneeled down by her side, now gently running my fingers through the soft and curly locks that were fanned out on the pillow that her head rested on. I then looked up at the Mrs. and I began to speak again.
"Actually, it's us three." I told her, pointing my index finger at Kylie while the other still continued to mess with her hair. We watched as the Mrs. Put the tray down on the coffee table that sat in between the two crème chaises and inched her way over to where I was kneeling. The Mrs. gazed down at Kylie, a soft smile playing at her lips.
"Is she yours?" She asked me quietly, careful as to not wake up the softly snoring princess. I nodded at her, now smiling as well at the innocence that slept on the couch. The Mrs. backed away from the sleeping child and inched her way back over to the coffee table, where three empty china cups and a large kettle-like pitcher stood, steam coming out from the open end of the glass kettle. I looked at the china in awe, the delicate cherry blossom details that swerved around the outside of the cup and the small brown painted branches that sunk into it, giving it an actual appearance.
"Come an' sit down, have a nice cup of tea with me, dearies." The Mrs. told us kindly, a green herbal tea now sitting in all three of the china cups. I nodded and walked over to Jareth and I sat down next to him, kindly taking the tea that he now offered to me in his hands. I took it gratefully, sipping the hot liquid carefully, only because I had an attendance to spill things a lot, and burn myself a lot, which now sounded oddly strange as it played out in my mind.
The tea tasted like the Half and Half lemonade and caffeinated drinks that I enjoyed up in the Aboveground, but it was always a rare occurrence when I got them because every time I got them, the flavor would be slightly different, putting it on the border of amazing and horrible.
I was lucky if I even got on the amazing scale.
I took another sip of tea, savoring the taste of sweet basil on my tongue, which at first sounded odd. 'I had no idea this grew in the Underground as well.' I thought to myself, contemplating as to how this could grow Underground, it almost seemed impossible seeing that Jareth told me that peaches are rare to grow, but easy to use magic to get.
"This is delicious Mrs. Worm, it really is." I told her, setting my empty cup of tea back on the tray.
"I'm glad you like it dearie, would you like me to give you the recipe? I'm sure it is nothing that the king wouldn't mind making with you." She replied, a bright and cheery smile on her face as she also put her empty cup on the tray. Jareth finished last a few minutes later, delicately placing the cup on the tray as well, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the tray to the kitchen. Mrs. Worm thanked him silently with a nod. She then quietly yelled out a whisper to her husband, who was currently walking down out of the long dark hallway, making his way into the family side of the main room.
"Honey, can you please escort these two to the guest bedroom please?" She asked her sleepy husband politely. With those few words Mr. Worm was wide awake and turning towards the long dark hallway again, motioning us to follow him with his hand. I stood up silently and I walked over to Kylie, trying to be aware of how much noise my feet were making as I walked over to the sleeping princess.
I carefully and silently picked Kylie up from where she laid on the crème colored chaise, her hair now falling off of my arm that supported her head and the back of her neck. She stirred slightly, but immediately fell back asleep when she regained a tighter grip on Lancelot. Jareth stood up as well and followed us en suite as I followed Mr. Worm down the narrow, long and dark hallway. Mr. Worm stopped at the end of the dark hallway, silently opening door so Kylie would not wake, despite her being a very, very, deep sleeper.
I slowly walked into the room with Jareth only slightly behind me. I slowly spun around and thanked Mr. Worm for the room for the night, which was a very genuine "thank you". I peered around the room, getting a look at it with the single candle being the only light in the room, shadows of the furniture moving across the room slowly, flickering here and there.
In the middle of the room there was a double king-sized bed, even bigger than Jareth's, only this bed had no posts to hold up the transparent white curtains, which almost like magic, were attached to the ceiling, surrounding the bed itself in a thin cocoon. Where the single white lit candle sat there was a dark pine dresser, which included a mirror big enough to examine an entire outfit in, despite it not touching the floor.
On either sides of the bed there was a nightstand, exactly the same darkened pine color as the dresser, small potted flowers sitting on each, which gave off the beautiful fragrance of roses in the morning dew. This smell reminded me of the few times that Karen and I worked in the backyard together planting a flower garden, which made the backyard more suitable for birthday parties.
The double king-sized bed had a dark green colored comforter, which apparently seemed to be very thick, with white cotton sheets that gripped the mattress tightly. Finally, seven large pillows with a red threaded heart design on each sat standing upwards, the design remarkably identical. Mrs. Worm must have had a very interesting talent indeed.
I carefully walked over the bed and I pulled the white transparent aside, placing Kylie in the center of the bed carefully. The comforter was pulled back far enough on the bed that I could just pull it over her, which I did, tucking the soft fabric right under her chin.
I walked over to the right side of the bed and I took off my scarf, setting it on the edge of my nightstand. I then took my hair out of the thick black rubber band that I had used earlier to put it up into a ponytail, letting my hair get back to its normal length, the top of my skull now throbbing slightly from a pain that I never even realized was there. I took a seat on my side of the bed and before I began to take off my white jeans I felt a whooshing sensation flow over my figure, a new softness and warmness taking over me. I peered down at what my figure was now wearing.
I saw that I was wearing a deep scarlet colored nightgown that went to the floor and white socks that went up to my knees, almost like what a schoolgirl in Japan would wear. There were no sleeves on the nightgown and I covered my arms, not being able to tell how deep the cut went in the dress. I shivered involuntarily knowing that the candle was out now and we were all changed for bed. I peered over at Kylie, whose figure under the comforter was no longer big, but rather smaller, and thinner than I had originally thought.
Then there was Jareth.
He stood on his side of the bed; the only thing able to be seen was his platinum blond hair from the moonlights rays that shone through small crevices in the rocks and his mismatched yes, which glowed brightly in the dark as an owl would. I quickly got up and walked over to him, wrapping both of my arms around his neck and bringing him in for a kiss.
Jareth cupped my cheek in one hand and his other rested behind my neck, tilting my head up so he could lean down to kiss me easier. I stood up on my tippy-toes, reaching up and tightening my hold on him so we both put effort into trying to meet each other.
Our breaths whispered against each other's lips as we gazed deeply into the reflection of our eyes, which held an unspoken lust that no one dared to try.
"I love you." I whispered onto Jareth's lips, panting slightly even though nothing had happened. Yet.
"And I you, my precious Sarah." And with that he crashed his lips down upon mine, our lips painfully and yet pleasurably moving in sync with each other's. The kiss was filled with thirst, as though none of us had drunken water in years. I clutched myself against him tighter and his hands moved down to pull my waist closer to him, the need of wanting to have each other close unbearable and undeniable.
I felt the tip of his tongue touch my bottom lip, wishing for the access of my open lips, which I definitely obliged to. We fought with each other in the battle for dominance, and I definitely did not want to lose again. As we tentatively explored, the flavor of peaches hit the taste buds on my tongue. I moaned softly, savoring the wonderful taste that was him.
We soon pulled away minutes later, both of us panting softly. We gazed up into each other's eyes, silent but loving exchanges being sent between us as we held each other in our embracing arms. I laid my head on Jareth's shoulder, sighing deeply.
"If only we could be like this every night, in each other's arms." I stated to Jareth, my head now tucked in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
"Sarah, I hope that from now on you know that it will always be like this, forever." He whispered back to me softly, his breath tickling my neck and sending shivers down my spine.
"Mhm hmmmm." I agreed with him as I breathed in the sweet aroma of peaches and tree bark. I felt my feet being swept off the floor as Jareth had picked me up and began carrying me over to my side of the bed, Kylie still sleeping soundly in the middle. He slowly laid me down on the covers and kissed me on the forehead as I felt something warm being draped over me. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that it was his cape.
"Goodnight, my precious Sarah." Jareth said. And with that I heard his footsteps lightly sweep across the floor and to the other side of the bed, where I felt the bed sink just a little bit lower.
I slowly felt myself drift off into another memory as the dark purple storm cloud came rolling in again, the memories of five years only being the half of what happened back then.
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5 years ago:
I sat in the windowsill reading the same book that I had before, the deck of cards still sitting by my side as I waited for the Goblin King to return, which would probably be in the next twelve and a half hours. After all, he has to know what goes on in his labyrinth. Outside the window sparks of lightning flew down from the sky, making a touchdown in the hedges of the labyrinth in the far distance, thunder roaring in a chanting tone.
I watched as the tears began to pour from the dark heavens above, the little tears splattering against the window, sending them in all directions. I felt bad for the runner in the labyrinth, because who the hell knows what goes on in there now. Then that thought led me to think of Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus, who I had only contacted about six times after I defeated the labyrinth, but the main reason was school and family issues at home, and now I felt really bad about it.
It wasn't like I could just shut them out of my life; they were practically my best friends when all the others who were human went to college. It became such a sad and lonely life both before and after Toby died, despite the Goblin King always being there with me, it still felt very lonely. I would've at least liked to know that I had friends in the Aboveground who would actually talk to me other then Dad and Karen.
I inhaled a large breath as I contemplated the thoughts that were running through my head like electricity or the grease lightning that shot off like a flash gun outside the window in the far distance. I slammed the book I was holding shut suddenly, a surge of rusty electrical wire starting up once more, sparks flying everywhere.
I felt anger, and I didn't know why. Was it because I never bothered to call them once again? Was it because I felt that the loneliness was all I needed? Or was it something more that I just couldn't understand on my own? I took the book off my lap and I stood up, walking over to one of the giant shelves that held massive books to small books, all knowledgeable about the Underground history. I slipped the book back into its original slot and I went over to the fireplace, taking a seat in front of the warmness that flooded the small perimeter around it.
I now focused my gaze on the fire, watching the flaming dancers leap and touch back down onto the wooden stage, the many remains of other dancers falling onto the ground in ash and their souls flying up into nothingness. I let out my deep breath, attempting to calm my anger. I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder and I jerked forward, not knowing who was there or why.
My eyes displayed panic and fear for mere seconds before I saw that it was the Goblin King, a toothy grin of his face. I scrunched my nose up at him.
"Don't you know that it is not right to scare people?" I told him, the shock still coursing through my body even after he scared me. Whether it was on purpose or not, I still don't know.
"I'm sorry precious, I didn't mean to scare you, but I felt a very strong magic current running in a certain someone's body." The Goblin King hinted to me, his eyebrows arching up and down to emphasize his point.
"How could I possibly have magic? Besides, I haven't even had any experiences with magic at all in my life that I have actually done myself." I replied to him softly, my anger dissolving quickly, my erratic heartbeat returning back to normal.
"Precious…" He paused suddenly to sit down next to me when he began to speak again."….. You have more power than you could ever imagine, you just have not realized it yet. Remember when you read the book, when it said that the King of the Goblins gave the girl certain powers? In case you haven't realized it by now Sarah and it should be obvious to you and I of all people, that you are, in fact, that girl." He told me in a very long statement. I nodded at him in understanding, and I already knew that I was that girl, but the question was, what were my powers? I shook my head at him, the magic thoughts going to my head too fast, and too quick for me to even comprehend. I looked up at him.
"You still on for that round of cards?" I asked him quietly, silently hoping that out of the thirteen hours the boy and or girl had in the labyrinth he had five quick minutes to spend with me.
"Of course I am, precious." And with that a smile formed on my face, happy that he did in fact have time. Overcome with excitement, like a child, I ran over and pecked the Goblin King on the cheek, then running over to the windowsill where the deck of cards in the plastic container sat. I quickly picked it up and scurried over to the fireplace and sat down, patting the spot across from me. With a swoosh of his cape, he sat down across from me staring at the deck of cards that was now being emptied into my hands.
"So, how do you play this game of 'Cards'?" He inquired to me, a curiously odd expression settling on his face. Suddenly, something I had forgotten to tell him popped up in my mind.
"Well, these little pieces of rectangle paper are called cards, but, you can make several games out of them. My favorite game that I use cards to play with is called 'Go Fish.'" I told him gleefully. He still held an expression of confusion on his face, but it had lessened only slightly. I then continued to explain, pulling out two matching aces with different shapes.
"This is called an ace, or a one. Let's say I ask you "do you have a one?" And you do, and then you give me the card. However, if it was you asking me, then you would get the card….." I went on to explain the rest to him about the pairing, how to see who won, and who all of the characters were. Such as the joker, the king, the queen and the jack and how all of the numbers worked, which he completely understood after only having to explain it all once.
After I finished my review on how to play "Go Fish," we immediately began to play. I began.
"Do you have a seven?"
"Nope, go fish." I paused, waiting for him to pick up a card from the center pile. Once he picked one up I called another card out for him.
"Do you have a queen?"
"Only you could be my queen, my precious Sarah." He told me, a wicked grin now planted on his face. I felt a rosy blush creep across my cheeks. I slowly just laughed it off, but his eyes held half seriousness, and the other playfulness. I slowly reached my hand out towards the pile of cards that were scattered around the middle of the floor, picking up the one nearest to me. Not, it was his turn to ask me if I had a certain card.
"Do you have a king?" He asked me huskily, his eyes filled with lust and love as he began to lean forward.
"Only you could ever be, my king." I told him, leaning forward as well. Now, both of our eyes were serious, lust now the only thing that was visible in our eyes, our souls.
Our foreheads soon collided and I giggled softly, which definitely did catch his attention. As my giggle slowly died out I felt something crash against my lips, which was warm and moist and began to move slowly against mine.
He was kissing me, and I absolutely loved it.
Our lips moved in sync with each other's as the cards fell out of our hands, which were now gripping each other's shirts and collars, pulling us together until our body had merged completely. I moaned softly as I felt his canine teeth begin to nip at my bottom lip, not too hard to draw blood, but not too soft to be comfy. It was perfect.
I soon felt his hands begin to move over my shoulder blades and down to the buttons on my white dress. I slowly raised his shirt over his head, our lips only breaking contact for seconds. I felt a breeze sweep between us and I opened my eyes, only to realize that we were now in my room in the guest wing. I felt myself walking backwards towards the bed; my calf's hitting the comforter softly.
I felt him lean against me slightly, causing me to fall onto the bed on my back. Now all we wore were our undergarments, but I was scared, I wasn't ready to go farther than this.
"Wait." I told him softly, bringing my arms and legs up to curl into a position where only my legs and head showed, just as a baby would in a fetus. I quickly felt a cape wrap itself around my body as the Goblin King sat down next to me, now wearing pajamas that consisted of a blue tee-shirt with his signature tight black breeches. He looked at me, concerned about what was going on.
"What's wrong Sarah?" He asked me softly, gently, the music of his voice caressing me mentally. I curled up against him, not wanting to leave his arms, which were now tightly wrapped around me.
"I'm scared, and I don't think I'm ready just yet. I'm sorry." I told him truthfully, and with that I curled up into a ball and tears pricked my eyes, only hoping that he could forgive me for doing such a thing. He slowly rubbed his hand up and down my back, a soothing motion which Dad used to do for me when I got distraught after Toby's death. I then heard him whisper in my ear.
"It's okay Sarah, I understand. When you're ready, then we can do it, but I will never force you into doing anything with me." He reassured me softly, whispering in my ear. I almost trembled at the sound of his voice, and yet, it just had that husky tone that I couldn't help but fall in love with.
"I still love you." I told him, darkness staring to cloud my mind with a dark and rich purple fog.
"And I love you, precious. Sleep now precious and I will be here all night with you, even if there is a runner. He could never win. Only you could ever by my champion."
And with that, the memory faded into the purple mist, the remembrance of the memory having been one of the most memorable ones.
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I slowly awoke to the summer's dawn that shone brightly through my closed eyelids, a warmth now filling my face completely.
It was also a warmth that would not let me go back to sleep though.
I felt my eyelids open slowly; my eyelashes fluttering against the skin underneath as my eyes were now revealed to the wonders of the room around, showing much more detail than what we had seen last night with only a single candle lit.
I sat up and swung my feet over the edge of the mattress, my feet touching the cold floor. I shivered, quickly summoning up a crystal and turning them into crème colored flats. I smiled, satisfied with what I had put on my feet. I sat up out of the bed and I walked over to where the stones had been moved aside, revealing a view of even more dark brown stone walls, but the sun shone brightly over the walls, revealing the true beauty of the labyrinth. I felt a warm hand clasp my shoulder gently.
I didn't even have to turn around to know that Jareth was now standing beside me. I turned towards him and I gave him a peck on the lips, which he eagerly responded to. A few seconds later we pulled away from each other, smiling like teenagers. I turned my gaze back to the outside world as Jareth put his arm around me, admiring how all of the colors had just fit together like a puzzle.
"Are you feeling better, precious?" Jareth whispered silently in my ear, but I could still hear it.
"I'm feeling better than better, I'm feeling….. Just perfect."
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Hi everyone! I apologize for the lateness of the update for this chapter, I didn't get inspired until a few hours ago hahahaha. Anyways, getting to the point, please review, follow or favorite my story. Pretty please with a cherry on top! Love you all!
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