Chapter 11- Homeward bound
My eyelids flutter open. At first all I see is the sun. I shade my eyes from it and finally notice where I am. I'm in a bedroom. It resembles Jareth's bedroom. How did I get here? I was in a dungeon before. I glance at my wrist and find a blood stained strip of my dress still covering it. I move it slowly and it is revealed that it has stopped bleeding. I sit up and glare at my wrist. It's broken… I think. Dammit. And I was going so well with not breaking a bone.
I hear a door squeak open and look over to find Jareth strolling into the room. What is he doing here? What happened to Reagan?
"Sarah, why do you look so scarred? Surely you can trust me?" He says as he moves closer to me. I move myself so that I am in a more comfortable position. He wears what he was wearing the last time I saw him. Do I look scared? I'm not scared of him, I just don't trust him.
"I, I'm not sure." I stutter out. I look down and begin to play with my dress. It's the same one as I was wearing earlier.
"Sarah, he can't hurt you anymore." Jareth sits down on the bed and takes my hand.
"How did you find me?" I ask looking into his eyes. Something isn't right. His eyes are brown. Not the different blue and brown. Why has his eyes changed?
"Sarah, you are mine and I always take care of what is mine." He says with his smirk.
"But what about..." I am cut off by his lips against mine.
His kiss is rushed and forced. He slides his tongue into my mouth. It wrestles against mine before sliding out. He then takes a bite into my lip. Blood swarms my mouth and I start to chock on it. Jareth pulls his mouth away from mine and begins to laugh.
I freeze. That laugh. It's not Jareth's laugh at all. I pull my blood stained fingers away from my mouth at look at him. He still sits beside me but when he looks at me it's not Jareth at all. It's Reagan.
"You..." I breathe out.
"Aww Sarah dear did you just cheat in your husband. Tut tut, what will Jareth say?" He taunts.
"But I, I didn't know." I spit out.
"What's done is done Sarah." He replies moving closer to me.
There is a sudden gust of wind and instead of having a warm comfortable mattress beneath me I now have a straw one. The room is dark and I find myself once again in my dungeon. In the wind I have been thrown back so I am now lying on the straw mattress with Reagan above me.
"Get off me." I yell, trying to push him off me with my only good hand.
"What would Jareth think if his little wife gave her innocence away to his twin?" Reagan laughs into my ear.
He licks the shell of it and I shudder from the action. Not a shudder of pleasure. A shudder of horror. I hadn't even spoken about that with Jareth and here I was about to lose it to his maniac of a brother. Chad and I hadn't even spoken about it, despite that fact that strictly speaking we could do whatever we wanted.
"I won't let you. Please get off me." I beg, allowing the tears I had tried to hide free will. I desperately wanted out of this situation now!
"Even a human like yourself must taste good." He murmurs against my lips.
Please don't let him do this, please can some, thing anything stop him.
I close my eyes and conjure up an image of Jareth. Maybe if I just imagine it is Jareth doing this everything will be better? I try, I really do but every time I try to picture Jaret the only image that comes to my mind it that of the vision Reagan gave me earlier. It is Reagan as Jareth.
I let out a loud heart-shattering sob. Even my imagination is failing me.
"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to take everything my brother truly cares about and you are going to watch me do it." He hisses out.
I open my eyes and he is glaring at me. I shake my head vigorously. "No, Please… Please don't."
He smiles wickedly before hitting me across the face. "Don't speak." He yells.
I have to, I have to try one last time. He's pulled the skirt of my dress up and I can feel him near me. He's touching my upper thigh, leaving scratch marks. A sudden wave of nausea hits me and I clamp a hand across my mouth to prevent the bile from coming up. "Please…" I barely even whisper it.
However given his reaction it is apparent that he did hear me. Damn fae and their stupid advanced hearing ability. He grabs a fistful of my hair and slams my head against the wall.
The last thing I take notice of, is the slamming of the door. And then I see nothing.
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He stormed through the castle. Woe to any Goblin he ran into. He needed to contact Godwin and prepare to rescue Sarah. And Jareth still had to train and prepare her for the wedding and the upcoming war. Why couldn't he just leave? He never really wanted to be Goblin King. Nor did he ask to be the eldest male and the heir to the High King crown. Reagan didn't see this though. Regan had never seen this. All through his childhood Reagan had begrudged Jareth for his birthright.
And now he had taken Sarah, giving Jareth more reason to dislike his brother.
"Wow, you're in a hurry." A sly and relaxed voice said behind him.
Jareth turned around and conjured a crystal to throw at whomever had spoken. That was just who Jareth was. He was much more of an attack and then ask questions kind of guy. So he was a little shocked when the crystal flew back at him and just missed his head.
"Must you always insist upon attacking me? Honestly I have no idea why?" The voice said again.
Jareth looked up and saw who had spoken. It was Jaleela. She was wearing her customary dress and midnight blue cloak. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and a relaxed smile on her face.
"Why are you here?" Jareth spat at here.
"Well if you really must know, I'm bored." She answered glancing at her fingernails. "Sarah was interesting and a good source of entertainment. So where is she?"
"That's not funny, I'm sure you know exactly where she is." Jareth's eyes flashed with anger.
"No, see that's why I asked, because I didn't know." She answered sarcastically.
"Reagan has her."
"What?" Jaleela asked fear and anger plaguing her eyes.
"Yes, he took her three days ago, I've been trying to figure out who took her and then how to get her out." Jareth rushed to explain everything to her.
"Shit! I'll come with you. Hopefully the two of us can hold him down." Jaleela comment before running the way Jareth had been before she interrupted him.
"Wait, why are you doing this?" Jareth called after her as he raced behind her.
"I told you I was bored." Jaleela called back, her red hair whipping about her face. "Besides, I want my future sister-in-law to like me."
Jareth bite back a smile. Of course Jaleela had come back after his 'announcement'. She was always seeking attention and knowing her, she would have only returned so she could have a role in the Wedding. At least hopefully there will be a wedding, a small voice in his head chimed in.
He pushed himself faster. He needed to get to Sarah. "Jaleela, I'm changing." He called out to her.
"Okay, I'm right behind you. I'm sending a message to Father." She yelled out as Jareth transformed himself into a barn owl.
He flew out the nearest window and hovered there for a few minutes before a raven flew past him. He flew beside Jaleela for the rest of the flight. He didn't know what she had told their father but as long as he knew what was happening if Reagan died well, it wouldn't matter that much.
They landed on a window sill and Jaleela transformed first. She cast a spell to inform them if anyone was coming or listening, so far they were fine.
"Jareth, are you changing or do you want a ride?" She asked wearing a smirk. He cocked his head to the side. He knew what she was referring to. It had been a game to them, when they had discovered the rare power they possessed. They would transform and one of them would carry them around the castle. They thought it was hilarious when they would convince their mother that they couldn't change back.
"Alright, whatever remain an owl." She said holding her arm out for him to climb onto.
"It's just going to make it harder to come up with a plan." She commented as she walked along the hallway.
"We can always communicate like this, remember?" Jareth sent to her. This was another reason Reagan hated them, Jaleela and Jareth could communicate with each other using their minds. They hadn't done it in about 200 years but it was still a useful ability.
"I forgot about this way. Okay where would he keep here?" She replied using the same technique.
"Dungeon, that's what he would do." Jareth said.
"So do you know where this dungeon would be?" She asked him. She continued down the hallway ignoring many of the doors.
"In the lower half of the castle." Jareth said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh shut up bird brain" Jaleela yelled out loud. In her head she heard Jareth's laughter.
"Try opening some doors." He suggested. Jaleela glared at him before opening a door. It lead down a dark flight of stairs.
"This looks like a passage to a dungeon" she shrugged at the owl.
"Well lets go, I don't want Sarah to be with him anymore." He said, he flapped his wings as if he was urging her on. They followed the stairs taking in all the turns. There was very little light is the room and more than once Jaleela offered to make a light.
"We cannot risk being seen" Jareth had replied every time.
"Jareth someone is coming" she said to him.
"Make us invisible." He ordered. She huffed at the idea of being ordered around by her younger brother, but did it anyway.
The creature walked straight past them. The ogre left in his wake a foul stench that Jaleela began gagging at. Jareth just shook his owl head at her reaction. It wasn't that bad, the Bog was much worse. He nudged against her, trying to indicate that she should get a move on.
"Okay I'm going" she said angrily. They continued down the stairs until screams were hear.
"Quick, that's Sarah." Jareth yelled. Jaleela started to run. The voices were getting louder.
"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to take everything my brother truly cares about and you are going to watch." They heard Reagan hiss through a door.
There was a murmur of some kind before a slap echoed in the building. Jareth's head flung to the side. It was Sarah who had been slapped. Jaleela moved them further into the room, there were doors all around them but only one mattered.
"Don't speak." The cry came from the door to their left. She moved over to it and looked at Jareth questioningly. His head still spun a little from the force of the slap.
"On the count of three you open the door and distract him. I'll get Sarah." He said to her. He knew it sounded odd leaving her to take on their brother, but Jareth was in no state to take him on by himself. Jaleela nodded and began to count with her fingers.
On three, two things happened, firstly the door was smashed open and Jaleela bounded Reagan with invisible bonds before he could do anything. The second thing, was that Jareth transformed, only to be struck down with an intense pain on the side of his head. The fucker had slammed her head into something and by god it hurt. He stumbled into the small room Reagan had kept Sarah in. He found her easily, she lay in the mattress in the room with her skirt up to her waist and blood pooling on the side of her head. This would mean that he too was bleeding. He picked her up, careful not to hurt her anymore. Jaleela stood over Reagan sending pain spell after pain spell into his body.
"Come, let's go." He said to her. She kicked Reagan in the ribs as a final gesture to symbolise her disgust at his actions, before following Jareth out the door. Once out of the room Jareth created a crystal and threw it to the ground to get them home quickly.
Once in the castle, a whole range of things happened. The most important was that Sarah and Jareth were 'put to bed' by his mother, who had travelled with his father to the castle to sought out what was happening. Jaleela was left to explain to them what had happened. She told them as much as she could but knew that more would come when both Sarah and Jareth had healed from their wounds. Although why Jareth was injured was beyond her. He hadn't done anything and yet he had identical injuries to Sarah only less severe.
Why was that?
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My eyelids flutter open. At first all I see is the sun. I shade my eyes from it and finally notice where I am. I'm in a bedroom. It resembles Jareth's bedroom. How did I get here? I was in a dungeon before. I glance at my wrist and find a blood stained strip of my dress still covering it. I move it slowly and it is revealed that it has stopped bleeding. I sit up and glare at my wrist. It's broken...I think. Dammit. And I was going so well with not breaking a bone.
I hear a door squeak open and look over to find Jareth strolling into the room. What is he doing here? What happened to Reagan?
"Sarah, why do you look so scarred? Surely you can trust me?" He says as he moves closer to me. I move myself so that I am in a more comfortable position. He wears what he was wearing the last time I saw him. Do I look scared? I'm not scared of him, I just don't trust him.
"I, I'm not sure." I stutter out. I look down and begin to play with my dress. It's the same one as I was wearing earlier.
"Sarah, he can't hurt you anymore." Jareth sits down on the bed and takes my hand.
"How did you find me?" I ask looking into his eyes. They are the same mix-matched eyes I am used to. But this conversation sounds too familiar. Like I've had it before…
"Sarah you are mine and I always take care of what is mine." He says with a smirk.
"But what about…" I am cut off by his lips against mine. The kiss is soft and loving. There is no pain or pressure from him at all and the taste of blood does not make an appearance within my mouth. Blood? Why would there be blood? No!
"Get off me. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I will not fall for your fucking game again." I yell pushing Reagan off me.
"Sarah what do you mean? I haven't tricked you." He says. I scoff, so we're going to play it like that are we? Fine!
"You know exactly what game I am talking about Reagan and I will not play it! I don't care how long you keep me here, I will not let you rape me!" I yell at him.
"Sarah I am not my brother! I am Jareth." He yells back.
"I don't believe you. I can't. Just go! I need to be myself, please." I beg. I have tears in my eyes.
There is something in me that does scream that it is Jareth, but I just can't believe him. Reagan was so horrible to me, I can't bare the thought that it's still him. Jareth looks at me with such sadness but I'm sure he would understand had it been him who went through what I did.
"I will grant you this request." He says before leaving.
I scramble out of bed, ripping the dress off my body. It smells of the dungeon I was in and I can't stand it. I keep removing clothing until I am naked. Still it isn't enough to remove the memories. I run to the bathroom and throw up.
I look at my face in the mirror. My face is shallow and too pale, almost grey. There are bruises across my face from the slaps. I spy several bruises along my body. He must have hit me after I passed out. What a freak! There are red scratched along my arms, along my thighs, some are still bleeding others look infected.
I crumble.
Jareth never spoke of this. Yes, he warned me of his own cruelty, something I haven't seen for a while. But he never warned me of the cruelty of other fae. Is this what all fae are like? Are they all so relentlessly cruel? My breath comes out in quick puffs. A pain begins to form in my chest. I will forever bare the marks of someone's stupid jealousy. Jealousy over what l don't Know, but Jealousy all the same.
The bath begins to run and steam fills the room. "Thank you." I mumble. Even when I ask for privacy, he's always watching. I crawl towards the bath with no energy at all. Once in I sigh in relief.
This is what I need. For three days I have been kept in darkness with no food or water and left to bleed.
Wait a moment.
I pull my wrist out of the water. It doesn't hurt. Jareth must have fixed it when he took my hand earlier. I grab a cloth with my newfound strength in my wrist. I scrub at all the gunk and grime I have accumulated over the past few days. I scrub at the cuts and bruises, regardless of the pain it causes, willing them to go. I wash my hair twice before getting out.
Again I glance at myself in the mirror. I'm still pale and still covered in scratches and bruises but there is a spark in my eyes a spark that wasn't there before. The memories won't disappear for a while. But I know that as long as I have that spark I will be alright. I will be me and I will be home.
A/N: So… Sarah was saved by her very handsome Goblin King. Big surprise coming up next chapter so stay tuned. Rev iews are appreciated, it makes me feel as if the is someone out there reading my odd ideas… Anyway thoughts are with those who were affected by the bombings this past week. I don't care what your reasons are it is never okay or right to purposefully hurt or kill someone wether they are regarded as good or evil… Also just wanting opinions, 1) What do you guys think about the name 'Imogen'? 2) Should I change the rating? This has been on my mind for a while, I'm worried people will be affected by what I write… so yeah your opinions would be great. Also if anyone has questions regarding anything feel free to PM me or just ask in a review. Now that I have successfully annoyed everyone with my longer-then-the-story author's note, I'll let you get back to your lives, hope you enjoyed it…