I just want to take a moment to say that I am happy that everyone is enjoying my little tale. As I have said before I am a newcomer to the fanfic. scene and still learning the ropes so I am glad people are being receptive. Anyway, to all those people, and you know who you are, thank you so much for your ideas and suggestions. Oh well, on with the show.
Disclaimers: Wouldn't it be nice if you woke up tomorrow morning and got on ebay and saw a listing for a Goblin King. All accessories, jackets, poet's shirts, leather vests, and pair of black tights come with him. Operational with set of crystals included. Wishful thinking I know, but how much would you bid?
Lies and Betrayal
Jareth, Livia, and Bartlby stood in the center of the room and for once all three were speechless.
"Jareth, what have you done," Sarah asked again.
Jareth could only stand there for a few seconds gathering his thoughts and words. "Sarah, I..." he hung his head and could not met her eyes.
Livia sensing the growing tension in the room briskly walked over to her brother and took him by the arm.
"Dearest brother, we must talk." With that, both her and Bartlby disappeared into a cloud of light and mixed glitter.
Sarah walked over to where Jareth stood. "Jareth, answer me," she said with firm resolve.
"What did you hear Sarah," he asked finally meeting her eyes.
"Something about our baby being promised away, is that why Mortiana was here, to collect our child," she asked insistently.
"Yes," he mumbled before collapsing into the chair next to the table. "Sarah, I'm so sorry, there is nothing that we can do."
Jareth looked to meet Sarah's gaze and he stood up once more to hold his wife, but she backed away from him.
Sarah took several more steps back away from Jareth. A look of cold, unfeeling anger spreading quickly over her face. Jareth started to walk toward her when he stopped. Sarah opened her mouth as if to say something but she stopped. Instead of words being heard in the eerily silent room, it was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh. Before Jareth could think to react Sarah, in her pain and rage, had reached out and harshly slapped Jareth across the cheek.
Jareth turned back his face to look at her but did nothing. His face held no anger, no coldness towards the actions of his wife. His face only showed pain. Sarah met his eyes, her own brimming once again with tears.
"Jareth, how could you," she whispered before running out of the room.
Jareth sank into the chair for a second time and held his face in his hands. He was broken. He wept freely now. He had to do something; he did not want to lose his child or his wife. He felt as if death would be a blessing right now. Jareth thought to himself, he had not experienced this type of loneliness, pain, and hopelessness since before Sarah had come to his Labyrinth. He had promised himself after all of their trials were over and they could marry in peace that he would do everything in his power to keep the darkness of his life from once again invading his life and soul. Sarah had given him life, hope, and love; he did not want to lose it.
Jareth breathed in deeply and stood again. He pulled himself together; he steeled himself in the mindset of the cold Goblin King that his subjects knew and all trespassers to his land feared. He would find a way. Mortiana would not take his child from him; he would not lose his wife for this. He breathed deeply once again and let his body and mind be filled with cold, deadly anger.
"Mortiana, you will pay dearly for this, I swear on my father's grave you will, or I will die trying."
Out of the silence, Jareth heard laughing. He turned to look at the mirror on the wall and came face to face with Mortiana. She was laughing at him in that cold wicked laughter that sent chills down the spine of anyone who had the misfortune of crossing her.
"I don't think so, my dear Goblin King," she coldly replied. "The time will come...."
She never finished the sentence. In a rage Jareth threw a crystal that upon striking the mirror burst into a thousand pieces and disintegrated the mirror to where nothing was left but a large circular burn mark on the wall.
Despite this Mortiana's laughter continued for a few moments longer.
Jareth gritted his teeth, "If that damned witch wants a fight, then by god, she's got one". With this Jareth stormed out the door in search of his wife. Yes, he had some explaining to do, but he also had some planning.
Disclaimers: Wouldn't it be nice if you woke up tomorrow morning and got on ebay and saw a listing for a Goblin King. All accessories, jackets, poet's shirts, leather vests, and pair of black tights come with him. Operational with set of crystals included. Wishful thinking I know, but how much would you bid?
Lies and Betrayal
Jareth, Livia, and Bartlby stood in the center of the room and for once all three were speechless.
"Jareth, what have you done," Sarah asked again.
Jareth could only stand there for a few seconds gathering his thoughts and words. "Sarah, I..." he hung his head and could not met her eyes.
Livia sensing the growing tension in the room briskly walked over to her brother and took him by the arm.
"Dearest brother, we must talk." With that, both her and Bartlby disappeared into a cloud of light and mixed glitter.
Sarah walked over to where Jareth stood. "Jareth, answer me," she said with firm resolve.
"What did you hear Sarah," he asked finally meeting her eyes.
"Something about our baby being promised away, is that why Mortiana was here, to collect our child," she asked insistently.
"Yes," he mumbled before collapsing into the chair next to the table. "Sarah, I'm so sorry, there is nothing that we can do."
Jareth looked to meet Sarah's gaze and he stood up once more to hold his wife, but she backed away from him.
Sarah took several more steps back away from Jareth. A look of cold, unfeeling anger spreading quickly over her face. Jareth started to walk toward her when he stopped. Sarah opened her mouth as if to say something but she stopped. Instead of words being heard in the eerily silent room, it was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh. Before Jareth could think to react Sarah, in her pain and rage, had reached out and harshly slapped Jareth across the cheek.
Jareth turned back his face to look at her but did nothing. His face held no anger, no coldness towards the actions of his wife. His face only showed pain. Sarah met his eyes, her own brimming once again with tears.
"Jareth, how could you," she whispered before running out of the room.
Jareth sank into the chair for a second time and held his face in his hands. He was broken. He wept freely now. He had to do something; he did not want to lose his child or his wife. He felt as if death would be a blessing right now. Jareth thought to himself, he had not experienced this type of loneliness, pain, and hopelessness since before Sarah had come to his Labyrinth. He had promised himself after all of their trials were over and they could marry in peace that he would do everything in his power to keep the darkness of his life from once again invading his life and soul. Sarah had given him life, hope, and love; he did not want to lose it.
Jareth breathed in deeply and stood again. He pulled himself together; he steeled himself in the mindset of the cold Goblin King that his subjects knew and all trespassers to his land feared. He would find a way. Mortiana would not take his child from him; he would not lose his wife for this. He breathed deeply once again and let his body and mind be filled with cold, deadly anger.
"Mortiana, you will pay dearly for this, I swear on my father's grave you will, or I will die trying."
Out of the silence, Jareth heard laughing. He turned to look at the mirror on the wall and came face to face with Mortiana. She was laughing at him in that cold wicked laughter that sent chills down the spine of anyone who had the misfortune of crossing her.
"I don't think so, my dear Goblin King," she coldly replied. "The time will come...."
She never finished the sentence. In a rage Jareth threw a crystal that upon striking the mirror burst into a thousand pieces and disintegrated the mirror to where nothing was left but a large circular burn mark on the wall.
Despite this Mortiana's laughter continued for a few moments longer.
Jareth gritted his teeth, "If that damned witch wants a fight, then by god, she's got one". With this Jareth stormed out the door in search of his wife. Yes, he had some explaining to do, but he also had some planning.
