Hey- it's 2 am and I'm exhausted. Yes I've been bad and yes you can give me a spanking for it but NO you may not bring handcuffs… but horse crops are okay. Tee hee. So Anyway here I am…. And I've brought two chapters for you to delight over so sit back, buckle your seatblets, and enjoy the ride.
DEDICATION: To my good friend Alli Z. Thanks a lot girl!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone that was featured in the movie Labyrinth. **shuts the door to the bathroom where you barely see a glimpse of Jareth, handcuffed to the bathtub, with a gag in his mouth** Uh- heh heh **laughs nervously and pulls out a pair of sunglasses, putting them on and a long rod(stop laughing I know who you are!)** Ah, yes could you please look at this please for a moment. Thank you. **flash**
Chapter Seven: Jareth's dream: Destiny sucks
The oracle was before him, though he was not frightened, he was weary. He knew it was time.
"Ah Jareth, you know of your decision. You what you must choose. Which life you must take but your path has altered." She said, her voice as crisp as autumn leaves blowing in the wind.
"Altered? How so?" Jareth asked, intrigued.
"I shall show you, ever-curious one. Open you're eyes and see what you must choose." Her voice remained where her body did not as he gazed on the two doors.
They were identical in shade, color, and size. But had different designs on the silver oak. The door on the right had pearls and crystals woven into it, the one on the left, rubies and sapphires. Jareth decided to choose the door on the right first, stepping inside to see what it held in store for him…
"Jareth, dearest. Come we are going to be late." He heard Sarah's voice and looked up, and gasped. Sarah was pregnant, and smiling at him. In fact, she even laughed at his expression and kissed him softly on the lips.
"You look as if you've never seen me pregnant before. Come and Jareth, you know better than that, dress in black." Sarah said, her smile turning into a frown. He was going to ask her what was wrong when the doors swung open.
"Mummy, mummy! Get Ardi to stop!" The young boy said, hiding behind his mother's leg. Jareth figured him to be barely two.
"No, mum. Dorian took my crystal mirror and dipped it in the Bog! I should drop him in an oubliette!" Ardi screamed in fury, her blonde hair falling into her emerald green eyes. The girl looked about ten years of age.
"Both of you stop it! Or I will send you to your rooms without letting you play in the Escher Room!" Sarah's voice was clam yet held that mother "don't you dare" tone that frightened small children. It seemed to work. "Come now," she said to Jareth, kindly. "We're going to be late." Taking his arm, she started to lead him in the direction of the garden. He felt a tug at his leg and looked down to see the boy, Dorian, looking up at him with mismatched eyes.
"Pick me up, daddy?" He asked. Jareth picked the child up and swung him onto his hip as if he had done it all his life. After the child was settled, he asked another question. "Daddy?"
"Yes," Jareth asked, looking at the boy, smoothing some stray locks of brown hair out of his eyes.
"Will you tell me more about my Aunt Celwest?"
Sarah looked to their son, shocked by his words. "Now, Dorian, what did I tell you! Not today!" She threw Jareth a sympathetic look.
Jareth had a sinking feeling in his stomach as they approached something in the garden, a gravestone. And he had a specific feeling of whose it was. His fears where confirmed when he saw one word etched across the stone in perfect cursive.
'Celeste'
Jareth felt tears spring to his eyes, blurring his vision, when he finally had them cleared he was in front of the two doors again.
Quickly composing himself, he stepped through the other door.
His kingdom was darker, still the same place just, darker. He heard crying from the gardens. Celeste was sitting in the white rose garden. He was shocked; her long hair was now shoulder length. Her hands were grasping something. She was cut, obviously in pain but she was not crying for that. She looked up when she heard him. She ran into his arms, sobbing.
"Jareth, please forgive me, please. I tried so hard to awaken her but, I couldn't do it. I just couldn't."
He reached out and took the paper her hand had been grasping. He read it.
'Celeste-
It was so sweet of you to try to wake me up but, well, I enjoy staying 'asleep' as you call it. I'm enjoying being a vampire, a heartless beast. And I love every second of Gavinn's company. Being his mistress, oh Celeste, you don't know what you're missing. Ah, well, more for me. I'll be at the wedding you know. So, you'll be able to see the smirk on my face when Jareth's heart crumples completely, both his sister and his love, slaves to his worst enemy, willingly. You did sign that deal for my freedom but ah, you never said anything about free will on there. Well, I'll see you in two weeks.
Tell lover boy it was fun while it lasted and that he should get a few tips from Gavinn.
~Sarah~ '
Jareth jumped in shock, dropping the letter. Sarah was worse than dead and his sister… Oh god…
"Let me out!" he whispered, the colors blurring together. He jumped awake to find Sarah, in his bed, with her arms around him. He was just going to kiss her lightly on the mouth, his dream all ready fading, when he heard the scream of his sister.
Chapter Eight: Sarah's dream: Like a moth to a flame
Sarah was in a mist. Scared and frightened she searched blindly. A voice echoed in the back of her mind.
"Sarah… come to me. Sarah… Sarah." The voice was obviously British but she couldn't tell whom it belonged to. It drew her though, like a moth to a flame, so she followed. She didn't travel through places, more like colors. As she went on, the fog got thicker and darker. She was frightened and cold. Arms wrapped around her waist at that moment. Too demanding to be Jareth's.
"How are you enjoy the change, my dear?" Gavinn's voice whispered huskily into her ear. "Just give in and it could be so much better. I could give you more pleasure than you could ever dream," He nibbled lightly on her ear.
"No. You're, you're trying to trick me." Sarah said, stepping forward trying to escape his greasy grasp, but he held tight making Sarah want to squirm.
"Sarah," he said, putting a dark, silk scarf around her neck. "Don't defy me!" The scarf became some kind of a collar around her neck, like a leash almost. "You are mine!" He spun her around and crushed his lips against hers. It would have been considered a passionate embrace if he wasn't causing so much pain. Then, he released her and disappeared. His disappearance caught her off-guard as she lost her balance… falling… falling… and landing just in time to hear Celeste's scream. Jumping out of bed in time with Jareth, they rushed to the room they had left her in.
Okay- thanks for reading and do please review… what were you doing before you read my story you were uh- watching Labyrinth… yes **ding-dong** Excuse me!
CS: Hello?
Cop #1: Yes, we have a missing person report for a Mr. Jareth G. King and we have been told that he was last seen with you. May we come in?
CS: Certainly… **Sita, I will get you for this later!**
DEDICATION: To my good friend Alli Z. Thanks a lot girl!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone that was featured in the movie Labyrinth. **shuts the door to the bathroom where you barely see a glimpse of Jareth, handcuffed to the bathtub, with a gag in his mouth** Uh- heh heh **laughs nervously and pulls out a pair of sunglasses, putting them on and a long rod(stop laughing I know who you are!)** Ah, yes could you please look at this please for a moment. Thank you. **flash**
Chapter Seven: Jareth's dream: Destiny sucks
The oracle was before him, though he was not frightened, he was weary. He knew it was time.
"Ah Jareth, you know of your decision. You what you must choose. Which life you must take but your path has altered." She said, her voice as crisp as autumn leaves blowing in the wind.
"Altered? How so?" Jareth asked, intrigued.
"I shall show you, ever-curious one. Open you're eyes and see what you must choose." Her voice remained where her body did not as he gazed on the two doors.
They were identical in shade, color, and size. But had different designs on the silver oak. The door on the right had pearls and crystals woven into it, the one on the left, rubies and sapphires. Jareth decided to choose the door on the right first, stepping inside to see what it held in store for him…
"Jareth, dearest. Come we are going to be late." He heard Sarah's voice and looked up, and gasped. Sarah was pregnant, and smiling at him. In fact, she even laughed at his expression and kissed him softly on the lips.
"You look as if you've never seen me pregnant before. Come and Jareth, you know better than that, dress in black." Sarah said, her smile turning into a frown. He was going to ask her what was wrong when the doors swung open.
"Mummy, mummy! Get Ardi to stop!" The young boy said, hiding behind his mother's leg. Jareth figured him to be barely two.
"No, mum. Dorian took my crystal mirror and dipped it in the Bog! I should drop him in an oubliette!" Ardi screamed in fury, her blonde hair falling into her emerald green eyes. The girl looked about ten years of age.
"Both of you stop it! Or I will send you to your rooms without letting you play in the Escher Room!" Sarah's voice was clam yet held that mother "don't you dare" tone that frightened small children. It seemed to work. "Come now," she said to Jareth, kindly. "We're going to be late." Taking his arm, she started to lead him in the direction of the garden. He felt a tug at his leg and looked down to see the boy, Dorian, looking up at him with mismatched eyes.
"Pick me up, daddy?" He asked. Jareth picked the child up and swung him onto his hip as if he had done it all his life. After the child was settled, he asked another question. "Daddy?"
"Yes," Jareth asked, looking at the boy, smoothing some stray locks of brown hair out of his eyes.
"Will you tell me more about my Aunt Celwest?"
Sarah looked to their son, shocked by his words. "Now, Dorian, what did I tell you! Not today!" She threw Jareth a sympathetic look.
Jareth had a sinking feeling in his stomach as they approached something in the garden, a gravestone. And he had a specific feeling of whose it was. His fears where confirmed when he saw one word etched across the stone in perfect cursive.
'Celeste'
Jareth felt tears spring to his eyes, blurring his vision, when he finally had them cleared he was in front of the two doors again.
Quickly composing himself, he stepped through the other door.
His kingdom was darker, still the same place just, darker. He heard crying from the gardens. Celeste was sitting in the white rose garden. He was shocked; her long hair was now shoulder length. Her hands were grasping something. She was cut, obviously in pain but she was not crying for that. She looked up when she heard him. She ran into his arms, sobbing.
"Jareth, please forgive me, please. I tried so hard to awaken her but, I couldn't do it. I just couldn't."
He reached out and took the paper her hand had been grasping. He read it.
'Celeste-
It was so sweet of you to try to wake me up but, well, I enjoy staying 'asleep' as you call it. I'm enjoying being a vampire, a heartless beast. And I love every second of Gavinn's company. Being his mistress, oh Celeste, you don't know what you're missing. Ah, well, more for me. I'll be at the wedding you know. So, you'll be able to see the smirk on my face when Jareth's heart crumples completely, both his sister and his love, slaves to his worst enemy, willingly. You did sign that deal for my freedom but ah, you never said anything about free will on there. Well, I'll see you in two weeks.
Tell lover boy it was fun while it lasted and that he should get a few tips from Gavinn.
~Sarah~ '
Jareth jumped in shock, dropping the letter. Sarah was worse than dead and his sister… Oh god…
"Let me out!" he whispered, the colors blurring together. He jumped awake to find Sarah, in his bed, with her arms around him. He was just going to kiss her lightly on the mouth, his dream all ready fading, when he heard the scream of his sister.
Chapter Eight: Sarah's dream: Like a moth to a flame
Sarah was in a mist. Scared and frightened she searched blindly. A voice echoed in the back of her mind.
"Sarah… come to me. Sarah… Sarah." The voice was obviously British but she couldn't tell whom it belonged to. It drew her though, like a moth to a flame, so she followed. She didn't travel through places, more like colors. As she went on, the fog got thicker and darker. She was frightened and cold. Arms wrapped around her waist at that moment. Too demanding to be Jareth's.
"How are you enjoy the change, my dear?" Gavinn's voice whispered huskily into her ear. "Just give in and it could be so much better. I could give you more pleasure than you could ever dream," He nibbled lightly on her ear.
"No. You're, you're trying to trick me." Sarah said, stepping forward trying to escape his greasy grasp, but he held tight making Sarah want to squirm.
"Sarah," he said, putting a dark, silk scarf around her neck. "Don't defy me!" The scarf became some kind of a collar around her neck, like a leash almost. "You are mine!" He spun her around and crushed his lips against hers. It would have been considered a passionate embrace if he wasn't causing so much pain. Then, he released her and disappeared. His disappearance caught her off-guard as she lost her balance… falling… falling… and landing just in time to hear Celeste's scream. Jumping out of bed in time with Jareth, they rushed to the room they had left her in.
Okay- thanks for reading and do please review… what were you doing before you read my story you were uh- watching Labyrinth… yes **ding-dong** Excuse me!
CS: Hello?
Cop #1: Yes, we have a missing person report for a Mr. Jareth G. King and we have been told that he was last seen with you. May we come in?
CS: Certainly… **Sita, I will get you for this later!**