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.
Staring at his hand suspiciously, Sarah sighed regretfully and muttered, "I feel something for you Anaoshak, something I shouldn't. But, I just can't come with you." She looked away as she couldn't bear the painful look that appeared on his face. Dropping his hand back to his side, Anaoshak replied, "Jareth won't have to know." Looking up at him sharply Sarah asked, "What do you mean?" "We could fake your death."
"No," Sarah said in resolution, "Anaoshak, I love Jareth. I know that I feel something for you, but I just think it's a passing attraction. I'm sorry if I led you on, but I really didn't mean for this to happen." To Sarah's dismay, Anaoshak's eyes flashed warningly. "Well, if you won't come willingly, I guess I'll have to use force," he said without remorse, in a dangerously quiet voice.
Becoming fearful, Sarah spun around and started to walk swiftly away in the opposite direction, but Anaoshak was quicker, and he grasped her arm painfully and twirled her back around towards him. Sarah gasped in pain and surprise. "Let me go," she pleaded with tears welling up in her eyes. With no emotion registering on his face, Anaoshak smiled wickedly and made a motion with his left hand while his right was still holding Sarah's arm in a steel grip.
Aware of her surroundings, Sarah let her eyes roam the room that she now occupied. Anaoshak still hadn't let go of her arm, but his grip had lessened slightly. Black onyx walls let little light in anywhere. No windows adorned the walls, only sconces with half burned red candles that dripped blood-like wax onto the floors. Sarah gulped and let her gaze fall back on Anaoshak, whose face appeared haunted yet eerily beautiful in the lack of light.
His gaze in turn was intent upon her as he watched her take in the room. "I hope it's to your liking," he purred a bit sarcastically. Sarah frowned and asked him sincerely, "Why are you doing this? Do you know that now you're guilty of kidnapping?" Anaoshak shrugged and let go of her arm. "Everything I do, I do for you," he said in a tone that Sarah couldn't decipher. "Come," he said vaguely, turning on his heel leading her away from the room. Due to the lack of light, Sarah became a little scared. She had never been one for darkness. Without light, one couldn't be sure that the shadows lurking in the corners were indeed shadows.
Without hesitation, Sarah latched tightly onto his arm, as it was her only lifeline in the darkness. Laughing heartily at her apprehension which revealed his pointy white front teeth, Anaoshak said smoothly trying to calm her, "Relax, my dear. We're almost there." Sarah wasn't sure what his definition of almost was, but it took them another ten minutes to reach the room. No doubt this place had to be huge, and the lack of light gave Sarah the impression that it was a cavern of some sort.
The huge wooden doors in front of them loomed ominously overhead. Sarah strained her neck upwards while squinting her eyes in vain attempt to see where the doors ended and the ceiling began. Anaoshak stepped forward and Sarah let go of his arm. The doors swung open slowly with a creak and a groan. They slammed into the wall leaving in their wake a resounding smack that echoed loudly. Sarah followed solemnly behind Anaoshak into the room. One bed adorned the center of the room. It was covered in blood red silk sheets. The walls here were too made of the black onyx that Sarah had found in abundance around this place.
Raising an eyebrow, a question formed and Sarah asked, "Where's your room?" Smiling widely with a hint of amusement that made Sarah shiver, Anaoshak replied while stepping closer to her, "This is my room." Letting her mind run over it for a while, Sarah couldn't resist. "Well, then, where's my room?" A wolfish grin spread across Anaoshak's face and he reached out a hand and lazily traced Sarah's exposed collarbones. "This, my dear, is our room." Sarah's mouth fell open in shock and she gave him a disbelieving look.
Putting her hands on her hips and raising her chin in defiance, Sarah asked, "And what makes you think I want to share a room with you?" A look that was a cross between infuriation and hunger flashed in Anaoshak's eyes momentarily. His hand shot out and twisted a handful of Sarah's long chestnut locks cruelly in his fist, which pulled her closer to him. Through gritted teeth he said, "Because, you don't have choice, my Sarah."
Shivering slightly at his choice of possessive words, Sarah gulped audibly and hoped that the fear in her eyes didn't show. She knew that this time she had pushed his anger to the limits. After all, he was a vampire and they weren't exactly known for their patience and good humor. Meanwhile, Anaoshak was having a hard time controlling his bloodlust as well as physical lust as he stared longingly at the smooth white skin of her neck.
With his special vision he could see the lush blue vein pulsing gently in the side of her throat. Instead of sinking his teeth into her neck to drink some of her sweet blood, as he wanted to, instead he lowered his head so his mouth was just mere centimeters from her own. Sarah's chest heaved and her eyes had grown dark from the rush of blood. Her breath and Anaoshak's became mingled.
Letting his eyes bore into hers passionately; he brought his lips down a bit forcefully to hers and kissed her hard. Sarah's eyes widened, but immediately she responded to the kiss and let his tongue roam her mouth. The kiss was quite different from Jareth's. With Jareth there was always that lingering taste of love as well as compassion, but Anaoshak it was nothing but pure lust. Slowly he released the grip on her hair and moved his hands to her lower back and pressed her body into his until they were molded together.
I don't know if my writing is going down hill or if people are just getting lazy, but for some reason reviews have been steadily dwindling. Let me know if you want me to write more. I mean it's nice that people are so nice to me when they review, however, I don't want people to lie to me about liking it either. Just be honest. Oh, and I haven't forgotten about Charley, you'll see where he comes into all this. And keep in mind that things aren't always what they seem. This is a J/S fic, so keep that in mind too. Thanks for reading!
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.
Staring at his hand suspiciously, Sarah sighed regretfully and muttered, "I feel something for you Anaoshak, something I shouldn't. But, I just can't come with you." She looked away as she couldn't bear the painful look that appeared on his face. Dropping his hand back to his side, Anaoshak replied, "Jareth won't have to know." Looking up at him sharply Sarah asked, "What do you mean?" "We could fake your death."
"No," Sarah said in resolution, "Anaoshak, I love Jareth. I know that I feel something for you, but I just think it's a passing attraction. I'm sorry if I led you on, but I really didn't mean for this to happen." To Sarah's dismay, Anaoshak's eyes flashed warningly. "Well, if you won't come willingly, I guess I'll have to use force," he said without remorse, in a dangerously quiet voice.
Becoming fearful, Sarah spun around and started to walk swiftly away in the opposite direction, but Anaoshak was quicker, and he grasped her arm painfully and twirled her back around towards him. Sarah gasped in pain and surprise. "Let me go," she pleaded with tears welling up in her eyes. With no emotion registering on his face, Anaoshak smiled wickedly and made a motion with his left hand while his right was still holding Sarah's arm in a steel grip.
Aware of her surroundings, Sarah let her eyes roam the room that she now occupied. Anaoshak still hadn't let go of her arm, but his grip had lessened slightly. Black onyx walls let little light in anywhere. No windows adorned the walls, only sconces with half burned red candles that dripped blood-like wax onto the floors. Sarah gulped and let her gaze fall back on Anaoshak, whose face appeared haunted yet eerily beautiful in the lack of light.
His gaze in turn was intent upon her as he watched her take in the room. "I hope it's to your liking," he purred a bit sarcastically. Sarah frowned and asked him sincerely, "Why are you doing this? Do you know that now you're guilty of kidnapping?" Anaoshak shrugged and let go of her arm. "Everything I do, I do for you," he said in a tone that Sarah couldn't decipher. "Come," he said vaguely, turning on his heel leading her away from the room. Due to the lack of light, Sarah became a little scared. She had never been one for darkness. Without light, one couldn't be sure that the shadows lurking in the corners were indeed shadows.
Without hesitation, Sarah latched tightly onto his arm, as it was her only lifeline in the darkness. Laughing heartily at her apprehension which revealed his pointy white front teeth, Anaoshak said smoothly trying to calm her, "Relax, my dear. We're almost there." Sarah wasn't sure what his definition of almost was, but it took them another ten minutes to reach the room. No doubt this place had to be huge, and the lack of light gave Sarah the impression that it was a cavern of some sort.
The huge wooden doors in front of them loomed ominously overhead. Sarah strained her neck upwards while squinting her eyes in vain attempt to see where the doors ended and the ceiling began. Anaoshak stepped forward and Sarah let go of his arm. The doors swung open slowly with a creak and a groan. They slammed into the wall leaving in their wake a resounding smack that echoed loudly. Sarah followed solemnly behind Anaoshak into the room. One bed adorned the center of the room. It was covered in blood red silk sheets. The walls here were too made of the black onyx that Sarah had found in abundance around this place.
Raising an eyebrow, a question formed and Sarah asked, "Where's your room?" Smiling widely with a hint of amusement that made Sarah shiver, Anaoshak replied while stepping closer to her, "This is my room." Letting her mind run over it for a while, Sarah couldn't resist. "Well, then, where's my room?" A wolfish grin spread across Anaoshak's face and he reached out a hand and lazily traced Sarah's exposed collarbones. "This, my dear, is our room." Sarah's mouth fell open in shock and she gave him a disbelieving look.
Putting her hands on her hips and raising her chin in defiance, Sarah asked, "And what makes you think I want to share a room with you?" A look that was a cross between infuriation and hunger flashed in Anaoshak's eyes momentarily. His hand shot out and twisted a handful of Sarah's long chestnut locks cruelly in his fist, which pulled her closer to him. Through gritted teeth he said, "Because, you don't have choice, my Sarah."
Shivering slightly at his choice of possessive words, Sarah gulped audibly and hoped that the fear in her eyes didn't show. She knew that this time she had pushed his anger to the limits. After all, he was a vampire and they weren't exactly known for their patience and good humor. Meanwhile, Anaoshak was having a hard time controlling his bloodlust as well as physical lust as he stared longingly at the smooth white skin of her neck.
With his special vision he could see the lush blue vein pulsing gently in the side of her throat. Instead of sinking his teeth into her neck to drink some of her sweet blood, as he wanted to, instead he lowered his head so his mouth was just mere centimeters from her own. Sarah's chest heaved and her eyes had grown dark from the rush of blood. Her breath and Anaoshak's became mingled.
Letting his eyes bore into hers passionately; he brought his lips down a bit forcefully to hers and kissed her hard. Sarah's eyes widened, but immediately she responded to the kiss and let his tongue roam her mouth. The kiss was quite different from Jareth's. With Jareth there was always that lingering taste of love as well as compassion, but Anaoshak it was nothing but pure lust. Slowly he released the grip on her hair and moved his hands to her lower back and pressed her body into his until they were molded together.
I don't know if my writing is going down hill or if people are just getting lazy, but for some reason reviews have been steadily dwindling. Let me know if you want me to write more. I mean it's nice that people are so nice to me when they review, however, I don't want people to lie to me about liking it either. Just be honest. Oh, and I haven't forgotten about Charley, you'll see where he comes into all this. And keep in mind that things aren't always what they seem. This is a J/S fic, so keep that in mind too. Thanks for reading!