Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
There were many different races that Sarah observed, some more obvious what they belonged to than others. Fairies and pixies had wings protruding from right below their shoulder blades. Short bulbous creatures like goblins, dwarves, and gnomes generally had a tendency to be shoved around and stepped upon in large crowds. Sarah was trying her best not to bump into anyone of them, unlike the elite upper classes of the underground.
The faces that greeted Sarah were generally warm and friendly as she stepped into the ballroom. There were a couple frowns from some of the nobles because they couldn't tolerate a human being in their presence.
Lifting her chin high, Sarah walked around the ballroom in search of Jareth. She wasn't quite sure that she was looking for him exactly until she saw him engaged in conversation with a few voluptuous and curvy women. Sarah started to approach him, but before she had the chance a man she didn't recognize stepped in front of her.
This man had shoulder length, black wavy hair and bright, piercing green eyes. He had sharp angular features that slightly resembled Jareth's. His face was so pale, which contrasted greatly with his dark black garb.
Sarah backed away in surprise. "I'm sorry if I frightened you, my lady," he said politely. Drawing in a deep breath, Sarah said more calmly than she felt, "It's all right." "It's just that," he continued, as if she hadn't even spoken, "when you entered the room, I couldn't help but notice you. You are quite beautiful." Sarah blushed and looked away shyly. "I bet you say that to all the girls here," she replied honestly.
Thinking it over, he said, "Yes, I suppose I do. But, in your case I was telling the truth." Sarah laughed meekly at his obvious flattery. "You don't have to flatter me so much, sir. After all, I don't even know your name." Taking her hand, he flashed her a dazzling smile, showing off his perfect pearly white teeth. "Anaoshak, the immortal," he purred while placing a tantalizingly seductive kiss on the supple skin of her hand.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips caressing her hand. Jareth must have seen what was going on from across the room. Excusing him from his company to the dismay of several women, he walked over to Sarah and in a swift movement pulled Sarah's hand out of Anaoshak's. Without even acknowledging the man, Jareth pulled Sarah into a slow and rhythmic dance.
Sarah said indignantly, "What was that all about?" Raising an eyebrow, Jareth replied, "He looked like he was making you uncomfortable, so I rescued you," Jareth said, flashing her one of his dazzling smiles. Feeling her heart speed up, her anger slowly vanished. She let her body enjoy moving in time with Jareth's as he twirled her around the ballroom. Sarah ignored the jealous stares of the woman and hungry looks of the men as they danced.
Jareth brought Sarah back from her thoughts by asking, "What's wrong Sarah, are you not having a good time?" His voice sent chills up and down Sarah's spine as it came out in a velvety whisper. Shaking her head, Sarah replied, "No, I'm fine. I just keep getting distracted by my thoughts." Smiling wickedly, Jareth pulled her closer to him and leaned down and whispered in her ear silkily, "Then, I guess I have to make sure that you aren't distracted."
Sarah giggled a little in a flushed excitement. Being this close to Jareth was intoxicating. She surprised that she could even formulate a halfway intelligent sentence in his presence. Out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw someone watching her. The hair on the back of her neck started to rise as she turned her head slightly and saw Anaoshak watching her with a wicked yet lustful glint in his eyes. Sarah shuddered and turned her attention back to Jareth.
Seeing Sarah's discomfort at something, he asked her, "Do you wish to retire Sarah?" Shaking her head and smiling grimly she said, "No, I'd rather be here with you." And she pressed her cheek to her shoulder and held him tighter. Not expecting this, but not displeased by her action either, Jareth slowed their dance. "Sarah," Jareth whispered, stroking her hair with his hand, "tell me what's wrong." Shaking her head in an act of defiance, she kept her cheek pressed to his shoulder firmly.
Sighing, Jareth decided to let her win this one. Letting his eyes roam the room, Jareth's gaze found Anaoshak watching Sarah intently with a purposeful look. Giving him a disgusted look, Jareth turned Sarah so she was facing the other way so Anaoshak couldn't observe her as easily. Another man came up to them asking Sarah to dance, but Sarah refused to leave Jareth's arms all night. She felt much safer there than anywhere else, so she didn't really see any reason to leave.
Then, a very pretty blonde fairy came up to Jareth and asked to dance. Jareth seeing that Sarah was obviously going to be in a bad mood for the rest of the night, decided to try his luck with the fairy. Leaving Sarah to her own devices, he twirled the fairy energetically about the room to Sarah's dismay. Anaoshak, seeing Sarah left unprotected, trying to blend in as a wallflower in the back of the room, sauntered over to her. The air about them was full of tension as he approached her. Offering her his hand, Sarah just looked at him suspiciously.
"Oh come now," he said a deep accented voice, "I don't bite much." Sarah laughed a little despite herself. Watching Jareth dance with that fairy had triggered something in Sarah. She wanted to make him as jealous as she was, so she took Anaoshak's hand. His long white fingers wrapped around her hand and he pulled her to him, while keeping a comfortable distance from her at the same time. Sarah was grateful for this, as he was wickedly handsome. His looks could rival Jareth's any day, and Sarah felt herself slowly melting under his gaze.
Trying to make small talk, Sarah asked, "So you're immortal?" Not showing any signs of emotion, he replied, "Yes, what of it?" Shrugging her exposed shoulders, Sarah said noncommittally, "Nothing. I was just wondering what it was like is all?" Flashing her a wicked yet sexy grin, he asked, "Would you like to find out." His smile revealed two longer than normal canine teeth. Sarah gasped. "You're a vampire."
Hehe, I love cliffhangers, don't you. Well, it's nice to see that ff.net is finally back online so I can update. Please review! Thanks for reading also!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
There were many different races that Sarah observed, some more obvious what they belonged to than others. Fairies and pixies had wings protruding from right below their shoulder blades. Short bulbous creatures like goblins, dwarves, and gnomes generally had a tendency to be shoved around and stepped upon in large crowds. Sarah was trying her best not to bump into anyone of them, unlike the elite upper classes of the underground.
The faces that greeted Sarah were generally warm and friendly as she stepped into the ballroom. There were a couple frowns from some of the nobles because they couldn't tolerate a human being in their presence.
Lifting her chin high, Sarah walked around the ballroom in search of Jareth. She wasn't quite sure that she was looking for him exactly until she saw him engaged in conversation with a few voluptuous and curvy women. Sarah started to approach him, but before she had the chance a man she didn't recognize stepped in front of her.
This man had shoulder length, black wavy hair and bright, piercing green eyes. He had sharp angular features that slightly resembled Jareth's. His face was so pale, which contrasted greatly with his dark black garb.
Sarah backed away in surprise. "I'm sorry if I frightened you, my lady," he said politely. Drawing in a deep breath, Sarah said more calmly than she felt, "It's all right." "It's just that," he continued, as if she hadn't even spoken, "when you entered the room, I couldn't help but notice you. You are quite beautiful." Sarah blushed and looked away shyly. "I bet you say that to all the girls here," she replied honestly.
Thinking it over, he said, "Yes, I suppose I do. But, in your case I was telling the truth." Sarah laughed meekly at his obvious flattery. "You don't have to flatter me so much, sir. After all, I don't even know your name." Taking her hand, he flashed her a dazzling smile, showing off his perfect pearly white teeth. "Anaoshak, the immortal," he purred while placing a tantalizingly seductive kiss on the supple skin of her hand.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips caressing her hand. Jareth must have seen what was going on from across the room. Excusing him from his company to the dismay of several women, he walked over to Sarah and in a swift movement pulled Sarah's hand out of Anaoshak's. Without even acknowledging the man, Jareth pulled Sarah into a slow and rhythmic dance.
Sarah said indignantly, "What was that all about?" Raising an eyebrow, Jareth replied, "He looked like he was making you uncomfortable, so I rescued you," Jareth said, flashing her one of his dazzling smiles. Feeling her heart speed up, her anger slowly vanished. She let her body enjoy moving in time with Jareth's as he twirled her around the ballroom. Sarah ignored the jealous stares of the woman and hungry looks of the men as they danced.
Jareth brought Sarah back from her thoughts by asking, "What's wrong Sarah, are you not having a good time?" His voice sent chills up and down Sarah's spine as it came out in a velvety whisper. Shaking her head, Sarah replied, "No, I'm fine. I just keep getting distracted by my thoughts." Smiling wickedly, Jareth pulled her closer to him and leaned down and whispered in her ear silkily, "Then, I guess I have to make sure that you aren't distracted."
Sarah giggled a little in a flushed excitement. Being this close to Jareth was intoxicating. She surprised that she could even formulate a halfway intelligent sentence in his presence. Out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw someone watching her. The hair on the back of her neck started to rise as she turned her head slightly and saw Anaoshak watching her with a wicked yet lustful glint in his eyes. Sarah shuddered and turned her attention back to Jareth.
Seeing Sarah's discomfort at something, he asked her, "Do you wish to retire Sarah?" Shaking her head and smiling grimly she said, "No, I'd rather be here with you." And she pressed her cheek to her shoulder and held him tighter. Not expecting this, but not displeased by her action either, Jareth slowed their dance. "Sarah," Jareth whispered, stroking her hair with his hand, "tell me what's wrong." Shaking her head in an act of defiance, she kept her cheek pressed to his shoulder firmly.
Sighing, Jareth decided to let her win this one. Letting his eyes roam the room, Jareth's gaze found Anaoshak watching Sarah intently with a purposeful look. Giving him a disgusted look, Jareth turned Sarah so she was facing the other way so Anaoshak couldn't observe her as easily. Another man came up to them asking Sarah to dance, but Sarah refused to leave Jareth's arms all night. She felt much safer there than anywhere else, so she didn't really see any reason to leave.
Then, a very pretty blonde fairy came up to Jareth and asked to dance. Jareth seeing that Sarah was obviously going to be in a bad mood for the rest of the night, decided to try his luck with the fairy. Leaving Sarah to her own devices, he twirled the fairy energetically about the room to Sarah's dismay. Anaoshak, seeing Sarah left unprotected, trying to blend in as a wallflower in the back of the room, sauntered over to her. The air about them was full of tension as he approached her. Offering her his hand, Sarah just looked at him suspiciously.
"Oh come now," he said a deep accented voice, "I don't bite much." Sarah laughed a little despite herself. Watching Jareth dance with that fairy had triggered something in Sarah. She wanted to make him as jealous as she was, so she took Anaoshak's hand. His long white fingers wrapped around her hand and he pulled her to him, while keeping a comfortable distance from her at the same time. Sarah was grateful for this, as he was wickedly handsome. His looks could rival Jareth's any day, and Sarah felt herself slowly melting under his gaze.
Trying to make small talk, Sarah asked, "So you're immortal?" Not showing any signs of emotion, he replied, "Yes, what of it?" Shrugging her exposed shoulders, Sarah said noncommittally, "Nothing. I was just wondering what it was like is all?" Flashing her a wicked yet sexy grin, he asked, "Would you like to find out." His smile revealed two longer than normal canine teeth. Sarah gasped. "You're a vampire."
Hehe, I love cliffhangers, don't you. Well, it's nice to see that ff.net is finally back online so I can update. Please review! Thanks for reading also!