As I have stated before, the only thing that is mine, is Damien…lucky me.
Sarah looked around in fear, the pain in her face and arms dulling her senses.
"Damien, please, I'm sorry, get me out of here, please, I'll be good," Sarah whimpered, moving to the wall of the Labyrinth and wrapping her arms around her waist.
Jareth leaned up against the wall. He had never jumped so high in his life. The dogs had tore at his calves, leaving deep scratches, making it painful to walk. He would manage. He could still here their raspy breathing on the other side of the wall…but he also heard something else.
"…get me out of here, please, I'll be good…"
He stood, grimacing as fire raced up his legs. He was close to her.
"Sarah! Sarah, where are you?" He yelled as he began moving in the direction he had heard the voice coming from.
Sarah heard a voice calling her name, and she heard the voice in the back of her mind, a voice she should know, but couldn't.
Scared she cried out again, "Please get me out of here, please." She stood and began to walk quickly towards the castle, holding her burned arms to her chest.
Jareth stopped and turned a corner. She couldn't be far now.
"Sarah. Follow my voice. I'll get us out of here. I promise. Sarah?"
Sarah heard the voice and began to run, wishing she had her full memory back, turning a corner, she ran straight into the back of a man. Looking up, her eyes widened in horror, seeing the man who had caused her so much pain. The memories of what he had done resurfaced and she let out a shriek as she ran as quickly as she could from him. She would have called out for Damien, but her breath came in gasps and she focused all her energy on running.
Jareth's heart jumped into his throat at the sight of his Sarah and then sunk down to his gullet when she turned and ran from him. He reached for her and tried to run but fell as he legs stiffened in pain. He climbed back to his feet and hobbled after her.
"Sarah. It's me. Please! Sarah stop! Please…"
She turned a corner and disappeared. He ran to the corner, bracing himself on it for support, seeing no signs of his wife.
Anger boiled up inside him. He felt hot. He gritted his teeth as tears trickled down his cheeks. He had felt enough pain. Now there was only anger. He would kill whoever was behind this twisted game. He had seen burns on Sarah's arms. She had been hurt. Was the lord of this land forcing her to go through hell as he was? But why had she run from him? His confusion was like wood being added to the already burning fire of hatred. He forced himself to continue moving.
Sarah ran, her fear building inside her. Suddenly, she found herself in Damien's throne room. Hearing footsteps behind her, she ran to the corner, curling up with her face to the wall and shivering.
Jareth was suddenly in a throne room of some sort, with Sarah curled in the corner. His heart skipped a beat with relief as he walked to her. He knelt down beside her and wrapped his arm around her, whispering to her that it would be all right and that they would get out even as tears made there way down his cheeks again. He almost felt giddy. How wonderful to have her in his arms once more.
"Get away from her now," a cool voice rang out from behind Jareth and Sarah. Hearing the voice, Sarah struggled to get away from Jareth, her fear almost unbearable.
Jareth watched in shock as Sarah ran to the shadowed figure in the room. He began to shake.
"Sarah?"
"Come here Sarah," the man said softly, stepping out of the shadows as Sarah ran into the man's arms, hiding her face against his shoulder. Putting his arms around the still shaking Sarah, Damien looked at Jareth, feeling a surge of victory at the hopeless and confused look in his brother's eyes.
Jareth tried to stand but his legs failed him.
"Who are you?" he asked softly, his mind still reeling from his rejection.
"Such a pity, you don't even recognize family," Damien murmured softly, smoothing Sarah's hair down and brushing out the tangles.
Jareth used the wall to help him stand, still not understanding.
"Family?" he asked, his eyes still glued to Sarah, not comprehending what he saw.
"Yes, family. Although, it must be centuries since we've seen each other, there is a slight resemblance though. I'm surprised you don't see it," Damien said, amusement in his voice.
Jareth stared at his wife in the arms of another man.
"My family is long dead," he whispered.
"I won't argue with that," Damien murmured, moving Sarah away, though she clung to him. He passed a hand over her face and her eyes grew blank, her limbs slack.
"There, now I don't have to worry about her freaking out," Damien said, flowing to daemon form. "I merely said I was family, not that I wasn't dead."
Jareth ripped his eyes away from Sarah and stared at the hideous creature in front of him.
"A daemon? Jareth took an unsteady step towards the monster. "Who are you and what have you done to my wife!"
"Now, is that any way to treat family? Family you wished away, family you failed to rescue? I think not. Don't you recognize your own dear baby brother?" Damien snarled, flexing his wings.
Jareth gaped. "David? But I took your place. You were supposed to go home to mama and papa."
"David is long dead. I am now called Damien, Daemon Lord of the Dark Realm. I did go home, but the magik of the Labyrinth was in me. The old king stayed and taught me magik. We were hung as warlocks and about to be resurrected when a surge of magik flew from your Labyrinth, destroying the king's soul and trapping me in this form.
Jareth strained his mind. "I remade the labyrinth. I had to. I would have had no control over it if I hadn't. Your demise is not my fault."
His eyes flicked to Sarah.
"What have you done to her?"
Damien smiled cruelly and touched Sarah's cheek with a claw. "I've made her mine, all her memories I gave her. Her real memories are locked behind crystal that can only be destroyed through magik, and even then, she will be harmed. She hates you now, because according to her mind, you hurt her many times," he said with wicked glee.
Jareth kept his eyes on Sarah. He shivered as Damien touched her.
"I never hurt her," he said stiffly, as he made another step towards the two of them.
"We'll see what she says," Damien said, flowing to human form before passing a hand over Sarah's face and allowing her to press herself against him, back to Jareth.
"Did he hurt you?" Damien asked, looking triumphantly at Jareth as he spoke.
Sarah nodded, not moving away from Damien.
Jareth struggled to cross the distance between them but fell to the ground, feeling weak.
He looked pleadingly up to Sarah.
"I would never hurt you," he said helplessly.
Sarah sobbed quietly, pressing her cheek to Damien's shoulder and glancing fearfully at Jareth from behind tinted eyes.
"Would you care if this evil man died and never hurt you again?" Damien asked in a soft, soothing voice, stroking her cheek.
Sarah continued to look at Jareth before shaking her head.
Jareth sat numb, his eyes wide with shock. His mind felt sluggish and the only thing he felt was a deep pain in his chest. He watched Sarah, wishing she would come to him but she merely clung to his "brother."
"Stop it," he said, surprised at how pitiful he sounded. His statement had turned out sounding more like a question.
Damien laughed loudly, grinning maliciously at his brother as he hugged Sarah closer.
Jareth forced himself to stand and tried once more to reach his brother. If anything he just wanted to get off a good punch.
Damien forced Sarah to turn around and look at Jareth, her eyes wide with fear. "Look at her Jareth, look at how scared she is of you, she's terrified," he murmured, watching the pain deep in his brother's eyes.
Jareth stopped cold and stared at Sarah. His legs gave out and he fell to his knees, not four feet from her. He tried to use his magik to help himself stand so that he could take her from this monster but was greeted with only a whisper of magik. He looked away from Sarah, unable to meet her tinted eyes. He dared not think of what else Damien had done to her. He bowed his head, defeated and at Damien's mercy.
A sword appeared in Damien's hand and he looked at his defeated brother.
"Sarah, would you like to do the honor's of removing him of his life? He would never hurt you again," Damien whispered loud enough for Jareth to hear.
Sarah shook her head, pressing against Damien and staying as far from Jareth as she could.
"Sarah, I want you to do it."
Sarah again vehemently shook her head. Something was wrong, very wrong, but she couldn't think of it, couldn't grasp the elusive memory that would give her the answer.
Jareth shook with fear and anger. He continued to look at the floor.
"Don't make her do that Damien. Please? If nothing spare her that?"
He hated how pathetic he sounded but what else was he to do. He couldn't move. He hurt and it was useless.
"She will do as she's told," Damien said angrily, shoving the sword into Sarah's hands.
With a moan, she dropped the sword and shuffled away from them both, once more cowering in a corner.
Jareth dove for the sword. If he could get rid of this monster then perhaps he could talk sense into Sarah.
With a laugh, Damien caused the sword to disappear. "Daemon magik is far more useful than fae magik," he muttered, starting to walk to where Sarah was.
Jareth pushed himself halfway up on shaking arms before collapsing onto the floor. He hadn't eaten or slept in such a long time. His body had been beaten and his mind was half gone. With his remaining strength, he tried to create a crystal to use. Managing to create a crystal, it shimmered for a moment before crumbling to dust. He decided it was just time to give up.
Sarah watched them, knowing there was something she should know. She glanced over and saw the defeated look in Jareth's eyes. The memory was about him, something about him, but there was something keeping her from seeing the memory.
Damien grabbed the back of her shirt and hauled her to her feet, dragging her over to where Jareth lay. He let her go and the sword appeared once more in his hand.
Sarah looked at Jareth as Damien raised the sword. She looked at the band of metal on Jareth's finger, almost identical to her own. The crystal bubble that had surrounded her own memories shattered and her eyes widened. Damien brought the tip of the sword towards Jareth's neck, but blade found Sarah's stomach as she threw herself over her husband.
With a soft cry, she collapsed, the sword sticking from her back as a pool of red slowly began to form around her.
