MORTAL BELOVED
CHAPTER 3
*SORROW, DESPAIR, REJECTION….FAMILY*
DISCLAIMER: As we all know, I only own the characters I create, so don't pilch them without telling me k?
^_^
THANX FOR ALL THE REVEIWS, YOU GUYZ HAVE BEEN GREAT!
Ragan sparred at the young fey with all of his energy. The two were evenly matched although that was where the resemblance ended. Ragan was tall with flowing brown locks that he kept tied in a ponytail at his back, and a rough beard. The young man he was sparring with was slightly shorter with a dark chocolate brown complexion, Ebony eyes and dark scraggly hair that matted against his forehead and got in the way as he focused all his senses on his goal. The defeat of his enemy.
The older of the two, was Ragan borderlord of the South East and Jareth's main opposition. The younger of the two was Toran, Ragan's adopted son. Although only a very young fey, Toran was displaying abilities that a fey of twice his immortal years would struggle to possess and Ragan knew this with a certainty that made him smirk. Caught off guard, Toran let fly with a blow to the upper jaw, the force of it sending Ragan flying back twenty feet and into a bale of hay. Ragan pulled himself to his feet and wiped the blood away from his mouth with his sleeve. "Good job son" he said. Giving the younger man a pat on the back.
"Soon you'll be strong enough to kill the being that executed your family" he swore fervently, panting with the exertion.
"Yes father" the boy replied. "I will have vengeance against this….Jareth" he finished and headed inside their castle.
Ragan smiled at the boys retreating back and then smirked.
"You surely will have vengeance my son…" he laughed, and thought of all the effort that he had put into raising Findlay's brat.
"When the time comes it will be the perfect betrayal. You Toran, shall kill your father's best friend. But not before they both know who you really are and that you serve evil" He laughed manically. He was exceptionally pleased, throughout the years he had tried many times, unsuccessfully to take Jareth's throne from him, but he had a good feeling this time.
He had put in the effort, he had slaughtered those pathetic little elf children and the beautiful wife of Jareth's second in command and best friend.
He laughed again, a laugh that could match the Goblin King's in it's ability to inflict shivers down ones spine.
* * *
Sarah ran from the room distressed and knew that she needed the help of her friends, the ones that she had thought about constantly since he had arrived here but had not had the chance to ask about. She remembered that Hoggle had said to her that if she ever needed them, all she need do is call.
So Sarah ran, out of the gardens, through the courtyard and into the field of wildflowers she had seen from her room that morning. It looked as if it were around noon, but knowing Jareth's amusement at playing with time, she couldn't be sure. She sat down in the middle of the field and closed her eyes. She focused on all of the wonderful memories she had of her friends from the last time she had been here. "Hoggle, Sir Didymus, Ludo!" she yelled into the open air, "I need you!" there was a flash of light and Sarah found herself in the dark. She knew she was in one of the Labyrinth's numerous oubliettes and she called out to see if anyone was there. A match was struck and a lamp was lit, Illuminated in front of her were the faces that she had held most dear for the last two years. "SARAH!!" They all yelled enthusiastically.
Ludo wrapt his "sawah fwend" up in a huge hug that almost crushed her, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Sir Didymus bowed very gallantly and said "I am pleased to see you again my lady" and Hoggle just held her hand and looked at her with those eyes that told her more than he could deign to say.
Released from Ludo's hug, Sarah took a look around and felt sadness coming over her in waves. "Why are you in an oubliette?" she asked not game enough to look at them, feeling shame that she had affected this dreadful change in the way they were treated.
"Jareth couldn't bear to look at us, saying that we reminded him of you and so he exiled us to the oubliette, oh don't look like that, he feeds us and makes sure that we are looked after but we are just not allowed within the Labyrinth" stated Hoggle.
Ludo nodded sadly. "Sawah, Ludo have no home and no wok fwends to pway with" he said in his pitying voice.
"Never fear, our Lady will get us out noble sir Ludo" piped up Sir didymus, whiskers twitching.
"Don't worry you guys I will have you out of here before you can say Jareth is a dead man!" she exclaimed.
Sarah figured that now was as good as any time to test her powers. She had seen Jareth teleport before and she thought that if she put her mind to it then she could do it. Taking all of their hands in her own, she told them to shut their eyes, trustingly they did so and Sarah followed suite. She let her thoughts rest on the Goblin City; she focused all of her energy and pictured herself and her friends there. When Sarah opened her eyes for a peek, she saw that they were indeed, just outside the gates to the castle. Sarah knew Jareth would be watching her but she took a chance and did it anyway. "Come on you guys…this way"
* * *
Toran sat in his room and watched the beautiful dark haired girl lead her friends secretly into the castle. He admired her bravery, and her loyalty to her friends. But there was one damning thing, she was Jareth's and if she was Jareth's then she too was the enemy. As far as he could tell she was a mortal, *he had not seen the teleportation* He looked over her again, an idea coming to mind. If he could pull this off it would be the worst pain possibly inflicted upon Jareth, even before he killed him.
Toran knew that he, unlike Ragan was fey, Ragan was merely a demonic soldier, designed for slaughter in tune with killing and the quick, satisfying crunch of bone as he broke his opponents neck. It was because of this that Toran knew that he would surpass his father, that he would one day rule over the entire underground with an iron heart and hand. Toran picked up the nearest object he could reach a book, and hurled it into the wall. All of his training was paying off and Toran just knew that he was strong enough, yet Ragan kept telling him to slow down. Something had to be done, and even if it only scared the bejesus out of Goblin King he would be satisfied. Toran was pleased with himself. He had identified his opponents weakness and planned to capitalise on it, as only he knew how.
* * *
Jareth watched from his tower, the events that were transpiring under his nose. He didn't know how she had managed to pull her friends out of the exile that he had imposed on them, for he too had missed the teleportation and had started watching when they snuck into the castle. With a sardonic smirk laced across his thin lips, he watched fascinated as Hoggle slid across the wall, swiftly checked both ways for his presence and then proceeded to do the same down the next corridor.
Thinking that he might like to have some fun, Jareth watch as Hoggle turned to scan a corridor, then materialized behind him. When Hoggle turned, he ran smack into the torso of a Goblin King who was not well known for his sense of humour.
"Uh..Your majesty" he stammered. Sarah came around the corner motioning to Ludo, and Sir Didymus to keep up, then did the exact same think Hoggle had done. "Uh Jareth, hi!" she ad libbed glibly. Sarah wondered if now was a good time to reveal her secret to Jareth yet decided against it, wanting to tell him in privacy. It wasn't that she thought that he would be angry, but she thought that the news that she was an immortal half fey would probably scare him because now she too had power and was no longer forced to just comply, not that she ever did. But it would be different now she would b able to use magic, and get a little of her own back on the Goblin King about him saying that he "owned" her.
Sarah stood in front of Hoggle and looked Jareth defiantly in the eye. "How dare you exile my friends!" she exclaimed. Jareth was momentarily taken aback by her outburst but then regained his composure. He felt his stomach doing somersaults at the sight of this wonderful, sexy and currently very angry girl.
He knew then, that he would do whatever it took to prove his love for her and that he would never let anything harm her.
About to let fly with one of his trademark taunting replies, Jareth considered this and thought better of it.
"I'm sorry," he said chastised. "It just brought back too many memories when I saw them, please accept my apologies, you can stay in my castle as long as you wish" he bowed his head and then looked up hastily. The three Labyrinth creatures were standing there dumbfounded having never in their lifetimes heard a single remorseful word from the lips of the arrogant king. But Sarah just smiled softly and nodded in assent of his forgiveness.
* * *
Sarah sat in her chamber that night, with Hoggle. She had told him all about what her mother had said and now she wanted his input. What surprised her though, was his lack of surprise at her announcement that she was indeed half fey. "Hoggle?" she demanded. An edge to her voice. Hoggle held up his hands in defeat, "All right Sarah, I admit it! Your mother told me you were a fey just after you arrived in the Labyrinth and she swore me to secrecy saying that you had to discover your powers for yourself, instead of being told, as you did today.
Sarah smiled, "It's ok Hoggle I'm not mad, and by the way shouldn't you be heading off to bed to get your beauty sleep?" she teased lightly. Hoggle frowned and was about to refuse when she seized hold of him and began to tickle him mercilessly. "Ok, ok you win!" he said, voice muffled by the bed coverings.
He walked to the door, opened it and said, "Remember if you need me…" he started. Sarah interrupted "I know, I just have to call" Hoggle grinned.
"Not quite, if you need me I'll be just down the hall" he replied cheekily and ducked out of the door before the pillow that Sarah had launched at him impacted.
"Having fun I see" came a deep male voice behind her. Sarah span around part surprised part happy to see him. Since she had arrived here, she had noticed a change in his usual cruel cold and calculating manner. Not to mention that heartfelt apology he had given both her and her friends. Sarah was starting to see the vulnerability behind the arrogant façade, and suddenly she felt a protectiveness toward this wonderful fey. She wondered where she had gotten the notion that Jareth, the all powerful Goblin King needed protecting but all the same she felt it.
Sarah found it hard to believe that she had only been in the Labyrinth for less than twenty four hours and already had such a change of heart. She knew now, that while she thought she was being strong by disallowing her thoughts of the Goblin King, she had really been protecting herself, afraid of facing what she truly might feel about the beautiful fey with his changeling eyes.
Now, fully aware that she loved the man in front of her, she decided to let him make the first move.
"Your mother sent a messenger to say that she has been called away on elven business but will return soon and see you then." He stated, then cleared his throat as if waiting for a reaction. Sarah looked away, hurt that on the same day that she re-discovered her mother, she had to go away. She turned back and looked at Jareth. He saw the raw pain radiating in her eyes. He rapidly closed the difference between them. He placed, one long slender gloved finger underneath her chin and lifted her face upwards "Don't be sad, your too beautiful to be sad" he said quietly, producing a red rose from behind his back and handing it to her, he began to walk away but Sarah called to him, although he didn't see her lips move *please, don't leave*
that's strange… Jareth thought to himself. His ability's with mind insight only went so far and he was sure that she had just mind spoken to him, an ability that Sarah, as a mortal should not possess.
He leant down to her and said "What?" taunting yet again.
* * *
Sarah cringed inwardly, he knew what she wanted yet was going to make her ask for it.
"Kiss me" she breathed. Jareth leaned in closer as if to claim her lips then put a hand to his ear. "Sorry" he drawled laconically, "Didn't quite catch tha…" Sarah claimed his lips with her own and kissed him gently. The Goblin King, was startled for a mere moment before regaining his self possession and partaking of a kiss unlike he had ever shared with anyone else. The kiss was soft, pure and promising yet Sarah broke away as Jareth took the natural progression and wrapt his arms possessively around her waist.
Jareth looked over at Sarah who had walked over to the window and was looking out deep in thought. He gently massaged her shoulders and she in return clasped his hands. Sarah knew that she had to tell him that she was a fey at some point, yet now that he had demonstrated his affection, she was afraid that he would think the worse of her for it.
Jareth, with the little insight that he had when it came to Sarah, concluded that she had something that she wasn't telling him, and he didn't like it one bit.
Visibly relaxing, Sarah sighed and turned toward the Goblin King. She decided that it was now or never, and that if she was going to love him, she wanted him to know everything about her. "Jareth," she said wearily. And he looked up from his peaceful reverie.
"Sit down, I have something I have to tell you."
* * *
Toran made his way silently through the night and into the Goblin city, he had decided that he should approach the castle of his enemy the mortal way instead of chancing that his negative energy be sensed by Jareth. He stood silently where he was and waited for his opportunity to come.
* * *
"I am half fey, half mortal" Sarah concluded as she finished telling Jareth the story that her mother had told her last night. Jareth now understood his attraction to her. He wondered now, whether it was really love that he was feeling for Sarah at all or just this twisted sense of duty toward the William's women that his father had initiated. She was also a fey, that was a lot to take in and he realised that he would need to think, to be by himself and ponder what his next move would be.
The playing field had been levelled with Sarah also holding great power within the palm of her soft hand. He withdrew from her. A part of him, the part that had always been arrogant and only cared for himself felt threatened and whined in protest at what he had just heard. Yet the dominant, somewhat softer part of Jareth, that Sarah had influenced saw how much she needed his acceptance.
Jareth felt that he was being ripped in two, but knew that he could offer no words of comfort just yet, because he wasn't sure and he needed time to mull over what he had been told tonight. He turned toward the door and Sarah emitted a small cry of protest.
"Jareth.." she whimpered and although it broke his newly found heart, he could not, would not go to her.
"You don't need me.." she said tearfully, "You have yourself, and I can see that you feel threatened by me, a half fey." She continued, slowly falling apart. She pushed past him and he stared blankly after her.
He teleported himself to the tower and lay down on the couch that he had placed there shortly after she had left him for the first time.
His heart had broken in two and the Labyrinth had turned into a bitter, cold and unforgiving place, as had he. Now he was the one breaking her heart and he felt guilt as the seven hells. He had offered her no support, or guidance and he knew that it had cost her a great deal to risk opening up to him like that.
He knew that he should go after her and conjured a crystal. "Show me Sarah" he commanded but the crystal didn't reveal a thing. Feeling increasingly worried, he knew that there was only two options. Either she was tuning into the voice inside her that guided a fey new to his or her powers or she was in trouble.
The second option distressed him and he pulled on his long leather coat, determined to locate her even if it took all night.
CHAPTER 3
*SORROW, DESPAIR, REJECTION….FAMILY*
DISCLAIMER: As we all know, I only own the characters I create, so don't pilch them without telling me k?
^_^
THANX FOR ALL THE REVEIWS, YOU GUYZ HAVE BEEN GREAT!
Ragan sparred at the young fey with all of his energy. The two were evenly matched although that was where the resemblance ended. Ragan was tall with flowing brown locks that he kept tied in a ponytail at his back, and a rough beard. The young man he was sparring with was slightly shorter with a dark chocolate brown complexion, Ebony eyes and dark scraggly hair that matted against his forehead and got in the way as he focused all his senses on his goal. The defeat of his enemy.
The older of the two, was Ragan borderlord of the South East and Jareth's main opposition. The younger of the two was Toran, Ragan's adopted son. Although only a very young fey, Toran was displaying abilities that a fey of twice his immortal years would struggle to possess and Ragan knew this with a certainty that made him smirk. Caught off guard, Toran let fly with a blow to the upper jaw, the force of it sending Ragan flying back twenty feet and into a bale of hay. Ragan pulled himself to his feet and wiped the blood away from his mouth with his sleeve. "Good job son" he said. Giving the younger man a pat on the back.
"Soon you'll be strong enough to kill the being that executed your family" he swore fervently, panting with the exertion.
"Yes father" the boy replied. "I will have vengeance against this….Jareth" he finished and headed inside their castle.
Ragan smiled at the boys retreating back and then smirked.
"You surely will have vengeance my son…" he laughed, and thought of all the effort that he had put into raising Findlay's brat.
"When the time comes it will be the perfect betrayal. You Toran, shall kill your father's best friend. But not before they both know who you really are and that you serve evil" He laughed manically. He was exceptionally pleased, throughout the years he had tried many times, unsuccessfully to take Jareth's throne from him, but he had a good feeling this time.
He had put in the effort, he had slaughtered those pathetic little elf children and the beautiful wife of Jareth's second in command and best friend.
He laughed again, a laugh that could match the Goblin King's in it's ability to inflict shivers down ones spine.
* * *
Sarah ran from the room distressed and knew that she needed the help of her friends, the ones that she had thought about constantly since he had arrived here but had not had the chance to ask about. She remembered that Hoggle had said to her that if she ever needed them, all she need do is call.
So Sarah ran, out of the gardens, through the courtyard and into the field of wildflowers she had seen from her room that morning. It looked as if it were around noon, but knowing Jareth's amusement at playing with time, she couldn't be sure. She sat down in the middle of the field and closed her eyes. She focused on all of the wonderful memories she had of her friends from the last time she had been here. "Hoggle, Sir Didymus, Ludo!" she yelled into the open air, "I need you!" there was a flash of light and Sarah found herself in the dark. She knew she was in one of the Labyrinth's numerous oubliettes and she called out to see if anyone was there. A match was struck and a lamp was lit, Illuminated in front of her were the faces that she had held most dear for the last two years. "SARAH!!" They all yelled enthusiastically.
Ludo wrapt his "sawah fwend" up in a huge hug that almost crushed her, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Sir Didymus bowed very gallantly and said "I am pleased to see you again my lady" and Hoggle just held her hand and looked at her with those eyes that told her more than he could deign to say.
Released from Ludo's hug, Sarah took a look around and felt sadness coming over her in waves. "Why are you in an oubliette?" she asked not game enough to look at them, feeling shame that she had affected this dreadful change in the way they were treated.
"Jareth couldn't bear to look at us, saying that we reminded him of you and so he exiled us to the oubliette, oh don't look like that, he feeds us and makes sure that we are looked after but we are just not allowed within the Labyrinth" stated Hoggle.
Ludo nodded sadly. "Sawah, Ludo have no home and no wok fwends to pway with" he said in his pitying voice.
"Never fear, our Lady will get us out noble sir Ludo" piped up Sir didymus, whiskers twitching.
"Don't worry you guys I will have you out of here before you can say Jareth is a dead man!" she exclaimed.
Sarah figured that now was as good as any time to test her powers. She had seen Jareth teleport before and she thought that if she put her mind to it then she could do it. Taking all of their hands in her own, she told them to shut their eyes, trustingly they did so and Sarah followed suite. She let her thoughts rest on the Goblin City; she focused all of her energy and pictured herself and her friends there. When Sarah opened her eyes for a peek, she saw that they were indeed, just outside the gates to the castle. Sarah knew Jareth would be watching her but she took a chance and did it anyway. "Come on you guys…this way"
* * *
Toran sat in his room and watched the beautiful dark haired girl lead her friends secretly into the castle. He admired her bravery, and her loyalty to her friends. But there was one damning thing, she was Jareth's and if she was Jareth's then she too was the enemy. As far as he could tell she was a mortal, *he had not seen the teleportation* He looked over her again, an idea coming to mind. If he could pull this off it would be the worst pain possibly inflicted upon Jareth, even before he killed him.
Toran knew that he, unlike Ragan was fey, Ragan was merely a demonic soldier, designed for slaughter in tune with killing and the quick, satisfying crunch of bone as he broke his opponents neck. It was because of this that Toran knew that he would surpass his father, that he would one day rule over the entire underground with an iron heart and hand. Toran picked up the nearest object he could reach a book, and hurled it into the wall. All of his training was paying off and Toran just knew that he was strong enough, yet Ragan kept telling him to slow down. Something had to be done, and even if it only scared the bejesus out of Goblin King he would be satisfied. Toran was pleased with himself. He had identified his opponents weakness and planned to capitalise on it, as only he knew how.
* * *
Jareth watched from his tower, the events that were transpiring under his nose. He didn't know how she had managed to pull her friends out of the exile that he had imposed on them, for he too had missed the teleportation and had started watching when they snuck into the castle. With a sardonic smirk laced across his thin lips, he watched fascinated as Hoggle slid across the wall, swiftly checked both ways for his presence and then proceeded to do the same down the next corridor.
Thinking that he might like to have some fun, Jareth watch as Hoggle turned to scan a corridor, then materialized behind him. When Hoggle turned, he ran smack into the torso of a Goblin King who was not well known for his sense of humour.
"Uh..Your majesty" he stammered. Sarah came around the corner motioning to Ludo, and Sir Didymus to keep up, then did the exact same think Hoggle had done. "Uh Jareth, hi!" she ad libbed glibly. Sarah wondered if now was a good time to reveal her secret to Jareth yet decided against it, wanting to tell him in privacy. It wasn't that she thought that he would be angry, but she thought that the news that she was an immortal half fey would probably scare him because now she too had power and was no longer forced to just comply, not that she ever did. But it would be different now she would b able to use magic, and get a little of her own back on the Goblin King about him saying that he "owned" her.
Sarah stood in front of Hoggle and looked Jareth defiantly in the eye. "How dare you exile my friends!" she exclaimed. Jareth was momentarily taken aback by her outburst but then regained his composure. He felt his stomach doing somersaults at the sight of this wonderful, sexy and currently very angry girl.
He knew then, that he would do whatever it took to prove his love for her and that he would never let anything harm her.
About to let fly with one of his trademark taunting replies, Jareth considered this and thought better of it.
"I'm sorry," he said chastised. "It just brought back too many memories when I saw them, please accept my apologies, you can stay in my castle as long as you wish" he bowed his head and then looked up hastily. The three Labyrinth creatures were standing there dumbfounded having never in their lifetimes heard a single remorseful word from the lips of the arrogant king. But Sarah just smiled softly and nodded in assent of his forgiveness.
* * *
Sarah sat in her chamber that night, with Hoggle. She had told him all about what her mother had said and now she wanted his input. What surprised her though, was his lack of surprise at her announcement that she was indeed half fey. "Hoggle?" she demanded. An edge to her voice. Hoggle held up his hands in defeat, "All right Sarah, I admit it! Your mother told me you were a fey just after you arrived in the Labyrinth and she swore me to secrecy saying that you had to discover your powers for yourself, instead of being told, as you did today.
Sarah smiled, "It's ok Hoggle I'm not mad, and by the way shouldn't you be heading off to bed to get your beauty sleep?" she teased lightly. Hoggle frowned and was about to refuse when she seized hold of him and began to tickle him mercilessly. "Ok, ok you win!" he said, voice muffled by the bed coverings.
He walked to the door, opened it and said, "Remember if you need me…" he started. Sarah interrupted "I know, I just have to call" Hoggle grinned.
"Not quite, if you need me I'll be just down the hall" he replied cheekily and ducked out of the door before the pillow that Sarah had launched at him impacted.
"Having fun I see" came a deep male voice behind her. Sarah span around part surprised part happy to see him. Since she had arrived here, she had noticed a change in his usual cruel cold and calculating manner. Not to mention that heartfelt apology he had given both her and her friends. Sarah was starting to see the vulnerability behind the arrogant façade, and suddenly she felt a protectiveness toward this wonderful fey. She wondered where she had gotten the notion that Jareth, the all powerful Goblin King needed protecting but all the same she felt it.
Sarah found it hard to believe that she had only been in the Labyrinth for less than twenty four hours and already had such a change of heart. She knew now, that while she thought she was being strong by disallowing her thoughts of the Goblin King, she had really been protecting herself, afraid of facing what she truly might feel about the beautiful fey with his changeling eyes.
Now, fully aware that she loved the man in front of her, she decided to let him make the first move.
"Your mother sent a messenger to say that she has been called away on elven business but will return soon and see you then." He stated, then cleared his throat as if waiting for a reaction. Sarah looked away, hurt that on the same day that she re-discovered her mother, she had to go away. She turned back and looked at Jareth. He saw the raw pain radiating in her eyes. He rapidly closed the difference between them. He placed, one long slender gloved finger underneath her chin and lifted her face upwards "Don't be sad, your too beautiful to be sad" he said quietly, producing a red rose from behind his back and handing it to her, he began to walk away but Sarah called to him, although he didn't see her lips move *please, don't leave*
that's strange… Jareth thought to himself. His ability's with mind insight only went so far and he was sure that she had just mind spoken to him, an ability that Sarah, as a mortal should not possess.
He leant down to her and said "What?" taunting yet again.
* * *
Sarah cringed inwardly, he knew what she wanted yet was going to make her ask for it.
"Kiss me" she breathed. Jareth leaned in closer as if to claim her lips then put a hand to his ear. "Sorry" he drawled laconically, "Didn't quite catch tha…" Sarah claimed his lips with her own and kissed him gently. The Goblin King, was startled for a mere moment before regaining his self possession and partaking of a kiss unlike he had ever shared with anyone else. The kiss was soft, pure and promising yet Sarah broke away as Jareth took the natural progression and wrapt his arms possessively around her waist.
Jareth looked over at Sarah who had walked over to the window and was looking out deep in thought. He gently massaged her shoulders and she in return clasped his hands. Sarah knew that she had to tell him that she was a fey at some point, yet now that he had demonstrated his affection, she was afraid that he would think the worse of her for it.
Jareth, with the little insight that he had when it came to Sarah, concluded that she had something that she wasn't telling him, and he didn't like it one bit.
Visibly relaxing, Sarah sighed and turned toward the Goblin King. She decided that it was now or never, and that if she was going to love him, she wanted him to know everything about her. "Jareth," she said wearily. And he looked up from his peaceful reverie.
"Sit down, I have something I have to tell you."
* * *
Toran made his way silently through the night and into the Goblin city, he had decided that he should approach the castle of his enemy the mortal way instead of chancing that his negative energy be sensed by Jareth. He stood silently where he was and waited for his opportunity to come.
* * *
"I am half fey, half mortal" Sarah concluded as she finished telling Jareth the story that her mother had told her last night. Jareth now understood his attraction to her. He wondered now, whether it was really love that he was feeling for Sarah at all or just this twisted sense of duty toward the William's women that his father had initiated. She was also a fey, that was a lot to take in and he realised that he would need to think, to be by himself and ponder what his next move would be.
The playing field had been levelled with Sarah also holding great power within the palm of her soft hand. He withdrew from her. A part of him, the part that had always been arrogant and only cared for himself felt threatened and whined in protest at what he had just heard. Yet the dominant, somewhat softer part of Jareth, that Sarah had influenced saw how much she needed his acceptance.
Jareth felt that he was being ripped in two, but knew that he could offer no words of comfort just yet, because he wasn't sure and he needed time to mull over what he had been told tonight. He turned toward the door and Sarah emitted a small cry of protest.
"Jareth.." she whimpered and although it broke his newly found heart, he could not, would not go to her.
"You don't need me.." she said tearfully, "You have yourself, and I can see that you feel threatened by me, a half fey." She continued, slowly falling apart. She pushed past him and he stared blankly after her.
He teleported himself to the tower and lay down on the couch that he had placed there shortly after she had left him for the first time.
His heart had broken in two and the Labyrinth had turned into a bitter, cold and unforgiving place, as had he. Now he was the one breaking her heart and he felt guilt as the seven hells. He had offered her no support, or guidance and he knew that it had cost her a great deal to risk opening up to him like that.
He knew that he should go after her and conjured a crystal. "Show me Sarah" he commanded but the crystal didn't reveal a thing. Feeling increasingly worried, he knew that there was only two options. Either she was tuning into the voice inside her that guided a fey new to his or her powers or she was in trouble.
The second option distressed him and he pulled on his long leather coat, determined to locate her even if it took all night.