Hey everyone and thanks for the reviews. So I take it everyone enjoyed my first two chapters so I've continued to work on it and came up with these two chapters. I hope you enjoy this. Please after you read this tell me what you think. Does it peek your interest, should I go on? There is a new character introduced but only for a moment, he'll probably make more appearances and his character will be explained more as this story continues. Disclaimer: The move Labyrinth and all of its characters does not belong to me however any new characters that do pop up do belong to me. So for your reading enjoyment I give you "Thing Change Ch.3-4".
Things Change
Chapter 3
At first all that she knew was a blanket of blackness, no thoughts, nothing, it was a comforting place. Soon though her senses started to awaken as she could feel herself waking. She could feel the soft pillows that her head rested on, the smooth warm silken sheets caressing against her skin, and the light silken nightgown that she wore pleasantly covering her naked body.
Her mind started to awaken the events of the night coming back in full force. Eyes shooting open she quickly clenched them shut as the worst headache that she had ever experienced had assaulted her senses. Hands quickly went to her head as she attempted to rub the throbbing away. With an effort Sarah opened her eyes, the light from the room making her wish that she had never touched that bottle of tequila that Terry insisted she drink.
Vision clearing she was met with the canopy of the bed draped in materials of emerald green and gold. Fingering the matching sheets she groggily sat up instantly regretting the action as her head lurched with more pain, forcing her to clinch her eyes shut and lean forwards hands grasping the mattress for dear life as she felt as if her head were about to explode.
Fighting back the pain she forced her eyes open as she looked about the room that she was in. It was obvious that she was no longer within her own world that Jareth had brought her here against her will. The thought of Jareth sent a feeling of panic through her. What would he do to her now that he had her? Would he seek revenge for defeating him?
Letting go of the mattress she dared to take the risk and stood her bare feet meeting with the cold stone floor. Her head spun as she found herself quickly grabbing hold of the side of the bed trying to keep herself upright. Eyes drifting worriedly over the room she noted the elegance of the room with colors of emerald greens, gold, and silver. The size of the room alone rivaled any size bedroom that she had ever seen. Portraits of Unicorns, Dragons, Noblemen and Ladies adorned the walls. The large four poster bed that she had been in was within the room's center, a nightstand at its side. A vanity sat at one corner of the room, chairs positioned around a small yet elegant fireplace. A large hope chest sat at the edge of the bed its dark wood covered in carved designs. Sarah would have enjoyed the picture if her head didn't feel as if it was about to rupture.
Leaning against the doorway to the wash room Jareth watched her with his arms crossed smugly over his chest. He studied her form, as she was dressed pleasingly in a silken nightgown of deep red. The spaghetti strapped nightgown came down just past her knees revealing her smooth milky white legs. She looked lovely yet he knew all to well that she was not feeling the part. Deciding to begin the game he spoke, "I see that my guest has finally awoken."
Sarah flinched at the sudden pierce to the comforting silence, her head reeling from the all too familiar voice. Inwardly she moaned in pain her hand going to her temples to try and comfort her pain. Turning she gave the Goblin King her most hated of stares and growled, "What the hell am I doing here?" Sarah flinched at the pain that her own voice inflicted to her head.
Jareth smirked at her outburst, "You know very well the answer to that question my dear." His eyes swept over the front of her form enjoying the view immensely.
She saw his eyes rake over her and felt very exposed at the moment, her arms wrapping around herself as she attempted to cover her lightly dressed form. Glaring at the King she wanted so much to slap that arrogant smug off of his face, "Enjoying yourself?' she seethed as she looked about the room for a robe or something.
Jareth's brow rose at her comment as he chose not to answer her accusation, which truth be known he was indeed enjoying himself at the moment. "As you are now a guest in my castle I have provided all in which you need for your stay. You are free to move around the castle as you desire but I would advise against leaving."
Sarah's eyes narrowed at him her headache not as bad as when she first woke up, "And if I refuse to take your advice?"
Jareth stood from his comfortable position against the doorway as he moved smoothly towards her amused as she backed up slightly. Stopping mere inches from her now stiff form he looked to her with intensity, his eyes fixing with hers. "That my dear would be very unfortunate for you," his voice held an intensity that matched with his gaze. "You have been to my kingdom before and you know the price of defying me. I was generous then, don't count on me being so again."
She could feel her heart pounding within her chest as her heart dropped in fear. Stilling herself to the spot she refused to back down, to allow him to intimidate her, "I'm a prisoner then."
Jareth was impressed at how she was holding her ground knowing his effect on her, "View it as you will Sarah but it does not have to be that way."
Sarah backed away from his intimidating form she looked away from him her heart sinking into her stomach at the realization that she could do nothing. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath praying that he would take pity on her, "Please take me back."
Jareth firmed his lips in place not allowing her plea to waver him from his decision to make her his. She would come to except her new life in time, "What's said is said!"
Sarah frowned hating that line, she had heard him relay those very words to her when she had begged him to give her back her brother. The hangover still heavily in play with her senses she felt that horrid rise of bile in her throat as she felt as if she were going to lose anything she had in her stomach. Running briskly past him towards the door he had been in front of not too long ago she threw herself at the toilet singing her prayer to the great porcelain God.
Allowing her a few minutes to regain her composure he sauntered to the wash room with an amused expression about his face as he witnessed Sarah hugging the toilet. Jareth tisked, "I'm surprised at you Sarah, you should have known better than to consume such amount of alcohol. It was an amusing scene to say the least."
Sarah moaned in agony as she pulled away from the toilet, Jareth's words making her grimace, "Go away!" she growled wanting to cross the room and kick him with all her might.
"And miss this!" he answered a smug smile crossing his lips.
Sarah shot him a look that could kill. 'Pig, bastard, jerk, arrogant asshole!' came quickly to mind edging at the tip of her tongue but she thought better of it. Instead she looked away from him trying to get back to her feet and towards the basin of water to her side where a large mirror hung over it. Splashing her face with the cool water she grabbed the towel that was handed to her and dried her face.
Allowing the soft towel to press against her face before she removed it to eye the Goblin King's reflection in the mirror before her, "You're still here?" she shot at him not at all happy about her current situation.
Still amused he thought it wise not to press her any further at the moment. With a flourish of his wrist he conjured one of his crystals which quickly shimmered into a tall glass of dark liquid. Placing it on the table that held the basin of water he disappeared his voice echoing as he exited, "Drink and it will help with your hang over."
Sarah eyed the glass that he had left her shaking her head warily, "I don't think so I'm not that stupid?"
"Such a pity!" echoed around her ears.
She glared at the offending glass her head screaming in agony and her stomach still turning. With a grimace she took the glass in hand thinking, 'What else could he do to me anyway?' Not really wanting to drink it but wanting the awful headache and nausea to stop she brought up the glass mockingly mimicking Jareth's final words to her, "Such a pity! I hate it when he says that!"
With an effort she brought the glass up to her lips and downed it. The horrible taste assaulting her tongue she quickly placed the half-empty glass down on the table choking in disgust. 'What was that the bog?' she mentally cringed. With that thought she made her way back into the bedroom and crawled back into the bed praying that when she woke up that all of this would have been nothing more than a dream.
Chapter 4
Appearing within his throne room Jareth settled himself comfortably within his throne ignoring the goblins that scurried about the room chasing chickens and entertaining themselves. His mind was currently somewhere else as he thought about his new guest. Jareth was quite pleased with himself when he had made the words appear on the page that Sarah's friend was reading from, knowing that she would recite the words that delivered Sarah into his very hands.
He could tell that Sarah was not at all happy about it but she would come to understand and accept as time passed by. She belonged in the Underground, she would have never been happy in her own world, Jareth knew that he was doing her yet another favor. So much that he had done for her and still so unappreciative of his generosity, he would soon rectify that.
The crashing sound of goblin impacting against goblin shook him out of his reverie as his eyes looked coolly towards the two sprawled out on the floor. The other's within the room burst out into laughter as the two goblins remained pinned to the floor eyes glazed over starring at the ceiling. With a heavy sigh he nonchalantly waved his hand in a sweeping motion across the room causing all to disappear. With the room completely quiet, he leaned his head back against the headrest of the throne and closed his eyes.
To think that he used to find amusement in the antics of his subjects, Jareth shook his head in attempt to chase away the coming loneliness that he felt. When he had first laid eyes on Sarah it was love at first sight, well at first he had thought it only a physical attraction but after watching her recite her lines in the park living her life he found it to be more. There was a quality about her that pulled him to her; she had a strength and a passion within her that he had not seen in a long time. When she had finally said the words that would allow him to take her into his world he thought that he finally had her and yet she solved his labyrinth and won the game.
Jareth was never really interested in her stepbrother Toby, he was only a means to get to her. He would have sent Toby back no matter what had happened, he only really wanted Sarah. She was so stubborn, naieve, and so set to getting her brother back that she failed to see his attempts to win her heart. Now though he had plenty of time to acquire it and she was maturer than two years ago, so she would respond more to other means of persuasion. His lips curled up into a half grin at that thought. So much a woman and still such a child he would show her things that she had yet to imagine possible and open up a whole new world for her to experience.
He knew though that he would have to slowly persuade her to see his feelings for her and for her to return them. First he would start subtly, slowly as not to scare her too much. In the two years after she had won he had watched her going through the routine that was her life. He watched with jealousy as the boys around her took notice and tried to persue her, to his relief and their dismay she always turned them down and secretly he knew the reason why. Why would she fall for any of those simpletons after having danced within the arms of the Goblin King?
Jareth silently chuckled amused at his own thoughts the image of her standing within the center of the room he provided for her dressed in the dark red silken night gown drowned out that chuckle replaced with a look of longing. Forming crystal in hand he conjured her image seeing that she was deep in sleep as the potion he provided for her was working its magic. She would be asleep for hours until the potion rid her of her hangover.
Grin forming he rid of the crystal as he vanished from the throne room appearing within her room. Eyes raked over her sleeping form as the silken sheets only covered half of her leaving her upper body exposed. Her hair spread out like a dark halo as it spread up over the pillow and bed, one arm draped up above her head as the other lay across her waist as it rose and fell with her slow breathing. Sitting on the beds edge he watched her as she slept longing to feel her lips pressed against his, to feel just how soft her skin really was.
His long fingers traced the side of her cheek as he watched her, pulling back he looked over her one more time before pulling the sheets up over her exposed skin. Knowing that she would not wake up he leaned over kissing her forehead tenderly just before he disappeared leaving her alone to sleep within her room.
She couldn't believe how calm she felt as she looked over the open field of green, yellow, and red. Sarah was all too aware that she was in a dream, remembering what had happened. She thought that she would be feeling enraged or upset but figured that it was the effect of that potion that she had drank just before drifting off to sleep. Sarah didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed that Jareth didn't come into her dream to gloat.
Laying back she looked out at the open sky watching, as a patch of white would drift past. She had to admit that she was enjoying this dream and the sense of peace it brought to her. So many nights she had spent in fitful slumber reliving the Escher room incident as she desperately tried to get to her brother, who kept crawling away from her, this was a nice change.
Feeling a slight pressure on her forehead she reached up rubbing the spot perplexed at how it felt as if the cause of it were as if someone had kissed her there. Not thinking too long on it her thoughts returned to her friend Terry and how she had wished her away. Jareth had told her that she would remember nothing of what had happened and Sarah wondered if they would notice her missing. She couldn't believe that she let her friends talk her into playing that stupid game, she should have known better.
The peaceful feelings that came with her dream started to lose its luster as she stood from the grassy ground. She would have to find a way to get back home and away from Jareth. She'd be damned if she was going to let him try and control her and tell her where she could or could not go and decided that as soon as she was awake and dressed that she would spend her whole concentration on getting away. Maybe she could find some of her friends that she had made friends with during her last visit to the Underground.
The view of the open field started to shimmer and disappear being slowly replaced with darkness. She assumed that she was waking up and could start her planning on how to get out and away from the castle and hopefully home. Just as she had thought that last thought she blinked opening her eyes seeing the canopy she remembered above her when she woke up the last time but was relieved to find that the headache was no longer present. Sitting up she looked around at her surroundings noting that it was dark outside as she looked out one of the windows that were placed within the room.
Immediately she raced to the wash room to get her self cleaned up and changed. If she wanted to get away from Jareth she would have to start working on a plan and to do so she needed the proper clothing attire.
Jareth eyed the crystal critically as he watched Sarah race to the wash room, she had went to the wash room a bit too enthusiastically. What was she up to? Allowing the crystal to float from his grasp and disappear he looked out at the darkened sky the large moon shining down upon his kingdom. His gaze remained focused on his kingdom even as he felt the presence of a very powerful Fae.
Knowing that Jareth knew that he was there Duncan cupped his hands behind his back shaking his head in disappointment, "My, my how the great have fallen!"
The Goblin King did not even bother to turn around to answer his words, "Duncan, do you not have better things to do than to bother me with another one of your lectures?"
His dark brown eyes sparkled as a grin crossed his lips his hand going over his heart as he mocked that of pain, "Oh, you hurt me with your words! To think that all this time when I try to council my dear friend he thinks it as a lecture."
Jareth sighed as he turned to look at his old friend; he had come around a lot lately since his loss a few years ago. To lose and to a mortal girl of only sixteen had been a huge bruise to his ego and to have her turn him down even after he poured his heart out to her… Jareth cursed himself for that lapse of sanity that consumed him to confide the tale to his old friend. "Don't you have your own affairs to meddle in?"
Duncan had known Jareth for almost all of his life and was not happy about his actions of taking the mortal girl especially the way in which he had done it. "Jareth!" Duncan warned, "you're walking a very thin line bringing her here the way you did."
Jareth looked bored as he walked past Duncan's tall form, "She was wished away it was my right to take her."
Rolling his eye skyward Duncan ran his hands through his short crop of black hair, "Only after you manipulated that book of hers for her friend to read aloud and then to put her friend to sleep and not allow her to challenge you for her freedom."
Jareth turned anger evident within his eyes, "Duncan beware," he spoke with warning edged into his calm voice.
Duncan's hands shot up as if to block away his friends warning, "Alright, I won't say another word. I just hope no one of importance takes notice and uses this against you."
He had added the last sentence under his breath yet Jareth heard him loud and clear, "Duncan you know as well as I that the other kingdoms barely recognize mine and could care less what I do. Even if one of them did I am perfectly capable of handling any of them. Besides they're too busy carrying on about how perfect their kingdoms are and how much better they are than the other."
Leaning against the windowsill that Jareth had vacated moments ago he sighed heavily, "So, what are your plans for this girl then?"
Jareth's brow rose at this, "That my friend is something that is none of your business."
Duncan shook his head in dismay, "Jareth, allow me to be your conscience for the moment since yours has so obviously disappeared. If you love her let her go. You can not force her to return your love."
A smug smile spread across Jareth's lips making Duncan wonder if his friend had not gone mad, "I will force nothing of her though persuade her would be the more appropriate term. I know that she feels the same way about me, I saw it when I danced with her the last time that she was here. She was just to young to understand those feelings that she felt towards me."
"Are you so sure that she is not still to young?" Duncan questioned.
Jareth crossed his arms casually over his chest as he coolly regarded Duncan, "I'll ask again, don't you have better things to do than to criticize and lecture me about what I do?"
Duncan smirked, "Fine, I will leave you to it then but don't say that I didn't warn you." With that said his tall form disappeared leaving Jareth alone with his own thoughts. Why did Duncan always have the knack of making him feel guilty? Shaking his head he pushed the feeling away as he thought of how he would soon take his plan and put it into action.