Guess what, I still own none of this, 'cept for Damien

Guess what, I still own none of this, 'cept for Damien.

Damien lazily stretched, glancing out at the blackened skies of his realm. It had been several weeks since he had brought Sarah here, devoid of true memories. She was slowly getting "her" memory back, if that is what it could be called. He had enjoyed creating a memory for her, one full of fear, both of him and his brother.

She was shaping out to be quite submissive to him, and Damien knew if she saw Jareth, she would run the other way, probably screaming, because of her memories of him. One thing that continued to irk him was that even with his memories firmly blocking all her true memories, she still abhorred his touch. He was slowly bringing her around, but much to his enjoyment, she still shrank from him. That is until he told her how submissive she had been before she lost her memory, and of the things he could do if she was not submissive now. He had given her enough false memories to be terrified at the thought of his displeasure, but he knew she hated the feel of his lips upon hers, which made the kiss all the more sweet.

Now all that was left was to bring his brother here and watch as he broke at the sight of a new and improved Sarah. If he went to fetch Jareth now, Sarah would belong completely to him by the time Jareth got through his Labyrinth.

With a grin, a tiny flame appeared in his hand, slowly engulfing him as he vanished to find and haunt his brother's dreams.

Jareth stood in an empty room, feeling very cold. He didn't remember coming here. Last he knew, he was sleeping. He stared into the corners of the room, looking for some sign of an exit.

"Jareth." The word was whispered on the wind and drifted lazily around the barren room, taunting him.

Jareth spun around, his heart thudding in his throat.

"Sarah? Sarah where are you?"

"Please, help me, I'm scared," the voice whispered again, the breeze sliding coolly across his face.

Jareth flicked his wrist and felt the smooth surface of a crystal appear in his palm.

"Where are you?" he yelled, looking around the room.

"I'm here, please Jareth," a wraithly figure appeared in the shadows, her form flitting across his vision. Haunted eyes entreated him and the shimmering hand was held outstretched.

Without thinking he reached out for the hand and was immediately surrounded by green flames, licking mercilessly at his body. Harsh, grating laughter filled his ears as the world shrank and all went black.

Jareth slowly opened his eyes to find himself lying on a patch of withered dry grass. He pushed himself to his hands and knees, his entire body tingling painfully. He looked around. High walls boxed him in on three sides. The dry grass faded into cold grey stone a few feet ahead of him with sloped down a hill. He stood and stared at horror at what lay in front of him. A dark dead labyrinth lay before him. At the center was a twisted and warped castle. A sick green haze floated over the entire land. The only sounds he could hear were the sounds of cries that drifted on the quiet wind.

"Sarah?" he said lamely. He had seen her. He had tried to save her. What had happened? He looked at the distorted castle in the center of the imposing maze. She had to be there. That's how the game went right? With a goal set in his mind, he stared out into the maze, terrified at what he might find but determined to reach his wife.

Sarah moaned as the room spun, a strange, tingling feeling filling her limbs. When she finally opened her eyes again, she found herself looking at Damien, and grimaced to herself.

"Are you feeling all right Sarah?" he asked coolly.

"Yes Damien, I am quite well," Sarah murmured quietly, wishing he would leave. While some of her memories had returned, she still had no idea why she had married this man. His concern for her had faded after she proved she would live and regain her memories. He kept telling her what a good and submissive wife she had been, but something felt wrong about him, and she shuddered at the thought of his kiss.

"That is good," Damien said softly, putting a hand on her cheek. He smiled inwardly when he saw the skin at the corner of her eyes tighten. She was getting good at hiding her revulsion, but he could easily see it, he had seen it for many centuries when women had seen him in his true form.

Tilting her head up, he placed his lips on hers, moving his hand to the back of her head to keep her from pulling away.

Sarah stiffened and refused to kiss him back. He put his second arm around her waist and pulled her harshly against him, smiling as she tried to push away from him.

Without warning, Damien bit down on her lip, the sharp taste of blood filling her mouth.

"I am not a patient man and will not wait for you forever," he whispered cruelly, stalking from her tiny bedchamber.

Raising a hand to her lip, she wiped the blood from her mouth and curled up in the corner of the room, knowing that something was wrong, and wishing she could remember what it was.

Jareth ran his fingers through his red streaked hair. His sandy blond hair had begun to show through at the roots. The first thing he had discovered was that here, his magik didn't work, he could barely make a crystal. He had found a hidden hall and was now following it carefully. So far he hadn't seen any openings. He looked up at the never changing sky. There wasn't really a sense of time here. It wasn't dark or light, just a dim that that seemed to emit from the dark clouds. He had been walking for hours. He hoped he didn't have a time limit. So far he had barely escaped a crumbling wall and a pit of knives and was nervous to see what would come next. Something snapped behind him. He spun around to find a shabby pack of fifteen wolf-like creatures staring at him. The noise had come from the breaking of a twig under one of the creature's paws, which had long black claws that ticked against the cold grey ground. They appeared starved and pieces of fur hung loose on some of the bony frames. They had no real color. As they moved restlessly from paw to paw their color shifted from grey to black and back again. Their heads were what frightened Jareth the most. It was that of a human, but the ears were long and pointed, cover with a thin layer of grey fur and turned from side to side, listening to him breathing. Their faces had been stretched out to for a muzzle. Blackened teeth peeked through pulled back lips as the entire pack snarled at him.

The biggest, obviously the leader, stepped forward and let out a sickening howl. Now Jareth knew why the hall didn't have any openings. He began to run, fear gripping his heart as he listened to the heavy breathing and the clicking of claws belonging to the daemon dogs that chased him.

Sarah paced around her room, a feeling of foreboding hanging heavily over her. Ever since she had felt the surge of tingling magik, she had known somehow that something was in the Labyrinth, headed towards the castle. She had asked Damien, but he had told her to shut up, that she shouldn't ask pointless questions. Looking out over the Labyrinth, she idly wondered if she could make it out of there while Damien was busy with whatever was coming towards castle.

The door opened and Damien strode forward, gliding at an easy pace towards her.

"Will you please tell me what is coming through the Labyrinth, I know there's something. Please Damien?" Sarah asked softly, wishing he would tell her.

Damien's features darkened and he glared down at her. Raising his hand, he slapped her hard across the cheek, the sound echoing in the small room.

"Do you still want to know?" he asked harshly, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him through a haze of tears.

"Yes," Sarah whispered, unable to stop herself.

"Fine, then go find out," Damien said with a cruel smile, throwing a small flaming sphere at her. She cried out as the flames burned her face and arms, the room vanishing from her sight.

"I can't wait to see your reaction when you see your dear husband, and think that he's done even worse to you than I have," Damien said, flowing into daemon form. "The moment you see each other, I think I'll transport you back here and have some fun with my revenge," he murmured, watching Sarah fall to the floor of the Labyrinth in his sphere of green fire.