Ludo was dead. She'd killed him. She buried her face in her hands. Jareth
almost wished he hadn't killed the beast. He broke her too quickly. Soon
she would lose her ambition to defy him, and then he'd have to kill her.
But not yet..
She'd be a prisoner until, well, until she died or he chose to send her back. He walked to her and kneeled. He cupped her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. A smirk grew over his features.
"Don't defy me again unless you wish to suffer." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then vanished. She stayed curled up in a ball on the opposite side of the room. Ludo's brown eyes, now glazing over, held a look of betrayal, pain, and sorrow. She sat silently for a few minutes, then shlowly stood. She wiped away her tears, then collapsed in front of Ludo, taking his corpse in her arms and letting his deep red blood stain her clothes and burn guilt into her flesh.
She pulled the bloody dagger from his body and brandished it on her own jeans. Placing the tip at the center of her chest, she braced herself, taking a deep breath.
Just as she started pushing it in, she thought of Toby. She'd never see him again. The baby she'd risked her life to save. She heard footsteps behind her, and a hand gently tapped her shoulder. She closed her eyes. Jareth.
"Sarah, give me the dagger." His soft voice commanded. She wanted to die. She pushed the dagger into herself, which brought a burning pain that almost took her conciousness, but with her last bit of strength, she pulled it out, and put it shakily into his hand. Her eyes closed as she fell into a painless sleep.
Jareth hadn't anticipated suicide as a way of escape. He didn't love her, but he needed her. The Labyrinth had chosen it's rulers, He had no choice, it was a wife off of which he intended never to have an heir. He'd find a barragana. As long as she wasn't royalty he'd be fine. She loved him, so she would accept her fate easily. A crystal rolled down his arm and onto her. Once it was at the wound, it popped, letting a clear cold potion enter it. Her eyes sprung wide open, but she stared at the ceiling not seeing anything. She took in a deep breath,and her back arched in pain as she let out a piercing scream.
Her pain quickly ended as she once again drifted from conciousness. He picked up her body and carried her from the dungeon. Twisting hallways that would make a normal mind spin, Jareth took her to what would be her room. He lay her on the soft mattress and kissed her soft lips. She woke, and as soon as she saw his face, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Why Sarah? Why resort to suicide? To escape? It's the easy way out, yes, but also that of a coward." He said softly.
"What do you care?" she snapped. "It'd make no difference to you, unless you insist on tormenting me forever. I'll never get to see any of my family again, and you're killing off everyone I love. Now explain WHY I SHOULDN'T try to kill myself?"
"I have killed one unloyal citizen to the labyrinth. The fact that he was your friend-"
"Was why you killed him off." She finished flatly. He sighed.
"I will not be unkind to you Sarah if you stop defying me. You must be queen in less then a week." She looked angry, so angry that if looks could kill, Jareth would be dead 10 times over.
"Why? Because you feel sorry for me? So you can show off your ability to have whatever you want, including your enemy? No." She crossed her arms and put on a face of rebellion. He ran his hand through his silk blond hair. She had to be trying to defy him; normal mortals would leap at the chance; Faes too. The one damned mortal he was being forced to marry refuses. He drew up his composure again.
"I will give you time to accept the idea. I'm not too keen on it myself, but I'm as forced as you are to do this. We could take it slow, learn about each other and become...friends." he almost whispered the word. "Or I could rape you and we would be done. It's your will that decides our future."
"There is no 'our'. There is your future, there is my future. I will be damned if they mingle long-"
"Then you will be damned! I absolutely refuse to send you aboveground, and my kingdom has chosen you. Goodbye Sarah." He stood and left the room.
"The labyrinth doesn't insist, you do! I swear I won't do it." She said hotly after the door had closed. She went to a mirror and pulled her shirt down until she reached the point in which she'd pushed in the dagger. Not even a bloody scar.
Sorry, short quickie update, but it's better then nothing. I have a lot more written, I just have a lot to type. BYE!
~D.M.M.
But not yet..
She'd be a prisoner until, well, until she died or he chose to send her back. He walked to her and kneeled. He cupped her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. A smirk grew over his features.
"Don't defy me again unless you wish to suffer." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then vanished. She stayed curled up in a ball on the opposite side of the room. Ludo's brown eyes, now glazing over, held a look of betrayal, pain, and sorrow. She sat silently for a few minutes, then shlowly stood. She wiped away her tears, then collapsed in front of Ludo, taking his corpse in her arms and letting his deep red blood stain her clothes and burn guilt into her flesh.
She pulled the bloody dagger from his body and brandished it on her own jeans. Placing the tip at the center of her chest, she braced herself, taking a deep breath.
Just as she started pushing it in, she thought of Toby. She'd never see him again. The baby she'd risked her life to save. She heard footsteps behind her, and a hand gently tapped her shoulder. She closed her eyes. Jareth.
"Sarah, give me the dagger." His soft voice commanded. She wanted to die. She pushed the dagger into herself, which brought a burning pain that almost took her conciousness, but with her last bit of strength, she pulled it out, and put it shakily into his hand. Her eyes closed as she fell into a painless sleep.
Jareth hadn't anticipated suicide as a way of escape. He didn't love her, but he needed her. The Labyrinth had chosen it's rulers, He had no choice, it was a wife off of which he intended never to have an heir. He'd find a barragana. As long as she wasn't royalty he'd be fine. She loved him, so she would accept her fate easily. A crystal rolled down his arm and onto her. Once it was at the wound, it popped, letting a clear cold potion enter it. Her eyes sprung wide open, but she stared at the ceiling not seeing anything. She took in a deep breath,and her back arched in pain as she let out a piercing scream.
Her pain quickly ended as she once again drifted from conciousness. He picked up her body and carried her from the dungeon. Twisting hallways that would make a normal mind spin, Jareth took her to what would be her room. He lay her on the soft mattress and kissed her soft lips. She woke, and as soon as she saw his face, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Why Sarah? Why resort to suicide? To escape? It's the easy way out, yes, but also that of a coward." He said softly.
"What do you care?" she snapped. "It'd make no difference to you, unless you insist on tormenting me forever. I'll never get to see any of my family again, and you're killing off everyone I love. Now explain WHY I SHOULDN'T try to kill myself?"
"I have killed one unloyal citizen to the labyrinth. The fact that he was your friend-"
"Was why you killed him off." She finished flatly. He sighed.
"I will not be unkind to you Sarah if you stop defying me. You must be queen in less then a week." She looked angry, so angry that if looks could kill, Jareth would be dead 10 times over.
"Why? Because you feel sorry for me? So you can show off your ability to have whatever you want, including your enemy? No." She crossed her arms and put on a face of rebellion. He ran his hand through his silk blond hair. She had to be trying to defy him; normal mortals would leap at the chance; Faes too. The one damned mortal he was being forced to marry refuses. He drew up his composure again.
"I will give you time to accept the idea. I'm not too keen on it myself, but I'm as forced as you are to do this. We could take it slow, learn about each other and become...friends." he almost whispered the word. "Or I could rape you and we would be done. It's your will that decides our future."
"There is no 'our'. There is your future, there is my future. I will be damned if they mingle long-"
"Then you will be damned! I absolutely refuse to send you aboveground, and my kingdom has chosen you. Goodbye Sarah." He stood and left the room.
"The labyrinth doesn't insist, you do! I swear I won't do it." She said hotly after the door had closed. She went to a mirror and pulled her shirt down until she reached the point in which she'd pushed in the dagger. Not even a bloody scar.
Sorry, short quickie update, but it's better then nothing. I have a lot more written, I just have a lot to type. BYE!
~D.M.M.