Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
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.
Feeling somewhat better, Jareth arose from his throne and stretched out his tired and abused muscles and limbs. He swore to himself that he would never fall asleep in that wretched chair again. Panicking for a moment, Jareth started to conjure a crystal to look in on Sarah, but hearing a groan from across the room, he lowered the orb. There lay Sarah on the cold hard ground, starting to sit up. Jareth noticed she looked terrible.
Her face was streaked with dried tearstains, and her hair and clothes were both disheveled. Concerned, Jareth banished the crystal into thin air and walked over to her. Kneeling down beside her he helped her to sit up. "Why were you sleeping on the floor?" Jareth asked. Sarah hiccuped a little, and then wiped her eyes free of sleep. "I don't want to talk about it," she said in a shaky voice. Placing a hand to her stomach, Jareth sighed with relief as he felt the life force still present in her abdomen.
Eyes filled with wonder, Sarah asked, "Jareth, what are you doing?" Smiling widely, Jareth knew that now was the time to tell her. "You're pregnant." Sarah's face beamed at the news. "You mean, again?" she asked unsure. Jareth nodded. "Wow," Sarah said, "who knew I was that fertile." Jareth laughed at her comment. Helping her to rise from the ground, Jareth quickly became cold and serious when he discovered the sword lying on the ground.
Stooping to pick it up, he asked, "And, what is this?" Answering bluntly, Sarah said, "A sword." "Don't toy with me, Sarah. What were you doing with one of my swords? And why is there blood on it?" Sarah burst into tears and tried to tell Jareth what had happened. Jareth couldn't understand a word she said between her sobbing and gasping, so he helped her to their room and laid her on the bed carefully. Once she was quieted and calmed, he coaxed what had happened out of her.
"I'm really sorry, Jareth. I had no intention of killing him, but when he told me what he had told Toby, oh God, I just lost it," she sobbed continuously. Stroking her hair in an attempt to settle her, he whispered, "It's all right, Sarah. I'm not angry with you. I will never understand how you felt at that moment, but I know that you had your reasons. Now, the only question is, what to do about Anaoshak?" "Anaoshak?" Sarah whispered questioningly.
"Yes, Anaoshak," Jareth continued, "probation isn't going to stop him from trying something again. I can't very well kill him without the court getting on my back. We need to devise a plan to catch him in the act. I'm just not sure how yet. Maybe something will come to me." "I hope so," Sarah whispered softly, snuggling into Jareth's chest. "I don't think he likes me very much any more," Sarah stated. Jareth laughed. "I don't think he ever really felt anything for you love. He just wanted what he couldn't have."
Thinking it over, Sarah nodded in agreement. A yawn escaped over her lips, even though she had just woken up. "I think we're both still exhausted. Why don't you try to fall asleep?" Jareth suggested. Sarah nodded and her eyelids started to close gradually until she started to nod off. Taking his own advice, Jareth fell asleep, too.
Anaoshak watched the dozing couple in his viewing mirror. They had become on obsession for him as he plotted how and when to kill them. He had chuckled as he watched them plan his demise. How foolish they were. He couldn't be killed by any normal means. Only one person knew how to kill him, and that person was too old to do any good. And too far away. Laughing darkly, he waved his arm and banished the mirror. Conjuring a dark ball of magic, he left his cavern to visit Sarah and Jareth. But, what Anaoshak didn't know was that very person he had underestimated was ready for him.
Anaoshak appeared stealthily beside their bedside, savoring the moment. He brushed back a lock of Sarah's silky, dark hair out of her face with a gloved digit. Sarah's eyes opened slowly, and she tried to sit up quickly in alarm. Anaoshak held her down, and placed a finger to his lips to indicate silence. Sarah opened her mouth to scream, but Anaoshak was quicker. He placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her shriek. With a dagger in his other hand, Anaoshak leaned down and whispered in Sarah's ear.
"Where do you think I should stab him first hmm?" he asked. "In the heart, as he wounded me, or perhaps in the stomach so he can bleed to death. Or maybe I'll cut open his throat and feast on his blood. Yes, that last one sounds rather tempting." Sarah was terrified for Jareth's life by now, and she knew in no way that Anaoshak was bluffing. But, in order for him to do any damage to Jareth he would have to take his hand off of her mouth. Practically being able to see what she was thinking, he chuckled softly through his nose, "Oh no, my dear," and as he let go of her mouth a piece of cloth took its place.
Sarah struggled in the bed, using her hands and feet to wake Jareth up. It was useless, as Anaoshak had bound her hands and feet. Still, Sarah was persistent in her efforts. She tried to squirm closer to Jareth and somehow shake him awake. Anaoshak just laughed at her mockingly. He stalked to the other side of the bed and raised the dagger in the air. Sarah gulped and prayed that by some miracle he didn't bring that dagger down.
She waited for that final blow that would end her beloved's life as well as the father of her child, but then something happened that Sarah couldn't understand just then. Anaoshak fell over, a look of shocked surprise as well as horror on his face. Then his whole face went slack, and he stopped breathing as he laid half on the bed and half on the floor. As he fell, he revealed Aiserf standing behind him, a crystal in her hand pulsing with magic. Sarah tried to swallow, but found she couldn't with the gag still in her mouth.
Aiserf walked over to her in that sluggish gait of hers, and untied Sarah's sore limbs and bruised mouth. "Thank you," Sarah whispered gratefully, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "No, thank you, child," Aiserf said mystically, and disappeared right before Sarah's eyes. Sarah began to doubt that she had ever been there.
Shaking her head, she turned towards Jareth who started to awaken. Taking his arm, she gently shook it until his eyes flew open. Sensing that something was wrong, he asked, "What?" groggily. Sarah motioned to his left and he saw Anaoshak lying there dead. "What happened to him?" "Aiserf," Sarah whispered. Jareth nodded his head. "I should've known." Sarah threw herself in Jareth's arms. "He came here to kill you," she sobbed uncontrollably. "Don't think about it," he whispered, rubbing her back. "It's over now, everything's going to be OK."
Sarah nodded and dried her tears. She was tired of crying. For once, she wanted to laugh and sing and be happy like she had been before. Feeling kind of spooked with Anaoshak's body still in the room; Jareth conjured a crystal that took it to a deep oubliette. One of the deepest he had. But, one thing Sarah still didn't understand was how Aiserf could kill an immortal vampire? Not wanting to think about it anymore, she let Jareth hold her as they both tried to feel their baby kicking in her womb.
Wow, last chapter I only got 3 reviews, which I think is an all time low for me. I wanna start on my new story, and in order to do that I have to off this one. It's called Slave For You, which you won't understand the meaning of the title until I write a summary for it. Oh well, thank you to all three of my faithful reviewers. Don't worry folks this is not the last chapter, even though I'm tempted to leave it here. Ciao.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
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.
Feeling somewhat better, Jareth arose from his throne and stretched out his tired and abused muscles and limbs. He swore to himself that he would never fall asleep in that wretched chair again. Panicking for a moment, Jareth started to conjure a crystal to look in on Sarah, but hearing a groan from across the room, he lowered the orb. There lay Sarah on the cold hard ground, starting to sit up. Jareth noticed she looked terrible.
Her face was streaked with dried tearstains, and her hair and clothes were both disheveled. Concerned, Jareth banished the crystal into thin air and walked over to her. Kneeling down beside her he helped her to sit up. "Why were you sleeping on the floor?" Jareth asked. Sarah hiccuped a little, and then wiped her eyes free of sleep. "I don't want to talk about it," she said in a shaky voice. Placing a hand to her stomach, Jareth sighed with relief as he felt the life force still present in her abdomen.
Eyes filled with wonder, Sarah asked, "Jareth, what are you doing?" Smiling widely, Jareth knew that now was the time to tell her. "You're pregnant." Sarah's face beamed at the news. "You mean, again?" she asked unsure. Jareth nodded. "Wow," Sarah said, "who knew I was that fertile." Jareth laughed at her comment. Helping her to rise from the ground, Jareth quickly became cold and serious when he discovered the sword lying on the ground.
Stooping to pick it up, he asked, "And, what is this?" Answering bluntly, Sarah said, "A sword." "Don't toy with me, Sarah. What were you doing with one of my swords? And why is there blood on it?" Sarah burst into tears and tried to tell Jareth what had happened. Jareth couldn't understand a word she said between her sobbing and gasping, so he helped her to their room and laid her on the bed carefully. Once she was quieted and calmed, he coaxed what had happened out of her.
"I'm really sorry, Jareth. I had no intention of killing him, but when he told me what he had told Toby, oh God, I just lost it," she sobbed continuously. Stroking her hair in an attempt to settle her, he whispered, "It's all right, Sarah. I'm not angry with you. I will never understand how you felt at that moment, but I know that you had your reasons. Now, the only question is, what to do about Anaoshak?" "Anaoshak?" Sarah whispered questioningly.
"Yes, Anaoshak," Jareth continued, "probation isn't going to stop him from trying something again. I can't very well kill him without the court getting on my back. We need to devise a plan to catch him in the act. I'm just not sure how yet. Maybe something will come to me." "I hope so," Sarah whispered softly, snuggling into Jareth's chest. "I don't think he likes me very much any more," Sarah stated. Jareth laughed. "I don't think he ever really felt anything for you love. He just wanted what he couldn't have."
Thinking it over, Sarah nodded in agreement. A yawn escaped over her lips, even though she had just woken up. "I think we're both still exhausted. Why don't you try to fall asleep?" Jareth suggested. Sarah nodded and her eyelids started to close gradually until she started to nod off. Taking his own advice, Jareth fell asleep, too.
Anaoshak watched the dozing couple in his viewing mirror. They had become on obsession for him as he plotted how and when to kill them. He had chuckled as he watched them plan his demise. How foolish they were. He couldn't be killed by any normal means. Only one person knew how to kill him, and that person was too old to do any good. And too far away. Laughing darkly, he waved his arm and banished the mirror. Conjuring a dark ball of magic, he left his cavern to visit Sarah and Jareth. But, what Anaoshak didn't know was that very person he had underestimated was ready for him.
Anaoshak appeared stealthily beside their bedside, savoring the moment. He brushed back a lock of Sarah's silky, dark hair out of her face with a gloved digit. Sarah's eyes opened slowly, and she tried to sit up quickly in alarm. Anaoshak held her down, and placed a finger to his lips to indicate silence. Sarah opened her mouth to scream, but Anaoshak was quicker. He placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her shriek. With a dagger in his other hand, Anaoshak leaned down and whispered in Sarah's ear.
"Where do you think I should stab him first hmm?" he asked. "In the heart, as he wounded me, or perhaps in the stomach so he can bleed to death. Or maybe I'll cut open his throat and feast on his blood. Yes, that last one sounds rather tempting." Sarah was terrified for Jareth's life by now, and she knew in no way that Anaoshak was bluffing. But, in order for him to do any damage to Jareth he would have to take his hand off of her mouth. Practically being able to see what she was thinking, he chuckled softly through his nose, "Oh no, my dear," and as he let go of her mouth a piece of cloth took its place.
Sarah struggled in the bed, using her hands and feet to wake Jareth up. It was useless, as Anaoshak had bound her hands and feet. Still, Sarah was persistent in her efforts. She tried to squirm closer to Jareth and somehow shake him awake. Anaoshak just laughed at her mockingly. He stalked to the other side of the bed and raised the dagger in the air. Sarah gulped and prayed that by some miracle he didn't bring that dagger down.
She waited for that final blow that would end her beloved's life as well as the father of her child, but then something happened that Sarah couldn't understand just then. Anaoshak fell over, a look of shocked surprise as well as horror on his face. Then his whole face went slack, and he stopped breathing as he laid half on the bed and half on the floor. As he fell, he revealed Aiserf standing behind him, a crystal in her hand pulsing with magic. Sarah tried to swallow, but found she couldn't with the gag still in her mouth.
Aiserf walked over to her in that sluggish gait of hers, and untied Sarah's sore limbs and bruised mouth. "Thank you," Sarah whispered gratefully, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "No, thank you, child," Aiserf said mystically, and disappeared right before Sarah's eyes. Sarah began to doubt that she had ever been there.
Shaking her head, she turned towards Jareth who started to awaken. Taking his arm, she gently shook it until his eyes flew open. Sensing that something was wrong, he asked, "What?" groggily. Sarah motioned to his left and he saw Anaoshak lying there dead. "What happened to him?" "Aiserf," Sarah whispered. Jareth nodded his head. "I should've known." Sarah threw herself in Jareth's arms. "He came here to kill you," she sobbed uncontrollably. "Don't think about it," he whispered, rubbing her back. "It's over now, everything's going to be OK."
Sarah nodded and dried her tears. She was tired of crying. For once, she wanted to laugh and sing and be happy like she had been before. Feeling kind of spooked with Anaoshak's body still in the room; Jareth conjured a crystal that took it to a deep oubliette. One of the deepest he had. But, one thing Sarah still didn't understand was how Aiserf could kill an immortal vampire? Not wanting to think about it anymore, she let Jareth hold her as they both tried to feel their baby kicking in her womb.
Wow, last chapter I only got 3 reviews, which I think is an all time low for me. I wanna start on my new story, and in order to do that I have to off this one. It's called Slave For You, which you won't understand the meaning of the title until I write a summary for it. Oh well, thank you to all three of my faithful reviewers. Don't worry folks this is not the last chapter, even though I'm tempted to leave it here. Ciao.