AN: This is my first Labyrinth fan fic. I've wanted to write one
for a while, but I didn't know if anyone would like the idea I had. I
still don't know if you guys will. This is a lot darker than a lot of the
fan fics I've seen, and has a lot of religious belifes (not my own) that
are not really mainstream. Please read and respond. :) And thanks to
Scattered Logic for answering my questions about my first fic. :)
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Beyond Strange Love By: Cynthia Dysis
Chapter One: Dreams Are Here Again
"I want you to come with me"........
The voice whispered, softly, seductively...
"I want you to come with me"......
Again, that voice like warm liquid sliding through her bones, calling for her.it wanted her...needed her...
"Come with me."
She smiled in her sleep, stretched and rolled onto her stomach, the syrupy voice echoing in her head. She could feel it's warm breath against her ear and cheek, making her flush with pleasure.
Suddenly she was looking up into a pair of soft blue eyes ... no, wait, one blue and one a soft chocolate brown. Those eyes, they were so familiar.... Then she was looking at a mouth; perfect white teeth, slightly pointed, and soft lips that held the slightest hint of a smirk on then.... those inviting lips...
"Come with me."
She felt warm and heavy; everything around her felt soft and fuzzy.... she felt herself smile and take a slender hand, which pulled her towards these eyes, that mouth. For the briefest of moments she was enveloped in pure, warm light; the safest feeling she had ever known....
Suddenly she felt herself being ripped away from it, suddenly everything was hard and cold. She felt a wind come up and felt it rip through her. God it hurt! Was it supposed to hurt? She thought she was only dreaming, it's not supposed to hurt in a dream is it? She felt dizzy, she felt like she was going to be sick.... something warm and sticky was running down her face, into her eyes ... blood? Why was she bleeding? What was happening?
She heard someone scream, a cry of pain and sadness and anguish. It sent a shiver through her, it made her want to soothe whoever was in so much pain. The mouth, the eyes! It had been them screaming! She felt herself screaming in fear, panic. The pain, it felt like someone was ripping her lungs out and tearing her open. She could feel herself falling...falling.... She looked around her ... why was she falling? She had wings. she wasn't supposed to fall... Oh, but then she saw ... her wings were matted with blood...and all her feathers were gone, bones sticking out at sickening angles... She turned away, thinking she would be sick ... Looking up, she threw her hands above her head; it felt like her feet were being sucked down, down into oblivion. Above her, she saw clouds swirling over her. At the very top, far far away, was a patch of blue; and someone (the eyes? the mouth?) was standing there, screaming. then they were falling, tumbling down as well, but still far above her... She looked down and saw the ground rising up to meet her ... Wait, it wasn't the ground, it was... water? It had something on it ... something brown reaching and growing from it's depths...thorns? Thorn bushes in the sea? She heard herself screaming, she felt her lungs burning with the force of it: panic, fear, horror, all of the emotions running through her... And, oh God oh God the ground was rising!! The sea was almost there! Here she went...it was coming....
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With a scream Sarah Williams shot up in bed. 'Another dream' she thought, her mind racing from the adrenaline rush it had caused her. She was covered in sweat even though it was the middle of September, her hair soaked, her nightgown clinging to her. Sitting on the side of the bed she caught her breath for a moment, her heart racing in her rib cage...
'Why did it seem so real? And who was that person? Why was I there? Why did I feel like I knew them?'
Holding onto her bedpost she stood up and made her way down the hall of her apartment to her bathroom. She had been living here 5 years now, she could walk through this place in the middle of the night and make her way around it blindfolded if she had too.
Reaching the bathroom she pushed the shower curtain into the tub and turned the water to warm. Pulling her sticky, sweaty nightgown over her head she threw it in the dirty clothes hamper in the corner and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair hung limply, wet from sweat, her eyes bloodshot, her skin pale. 'Damn I look like hell...' Between her breast hung a silver pendant, a tiny spoon. Smiling she touched the tip of her finger to it... a gift from her grandmother when she graduated high school.
Being Greek her grandmother had used this spoon to predict the future...as did her mother before her, and her mother before that ... and now it was Sarah's. She hadn't figured out how to predict anything with it yet; but even still, she never took it off.
Pulling her hair back behind her shoulder and pulling the shower plug in the tub she hopped in, letting the warm spray hit her back and shoulders before it rolled down her head, relaxing her and clearing her mind. Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom wearing a fresh nightgown and feeling pleasantly clean. Silently she padded back down the hall to her bedroom.
Picking up a bottle from her nightstand she opened it and shook out three blue pills, popped them into her mouth, then took a sip of water from the glass on her nightstand. 'I'm going to have to get Dr. Stone to up my prescription if these dreams keep happening...'
The sedatives working in, Sarah's legs began to feel like jelly and her head because light. Pulling back the covers she crawled into bed, pulling the sheet up around her. Before she drifted off into a murky sleep she remembered something ... something she had been pushing to the back of her mind since she woke from her earlier nightmare. A name she'd been trying to forget since the dreams started 3 months ago... a name that went with a pair of mismatched eyes and a sensual mouth...
"Jareth."
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In another dimension, in a land know as the Underground, the Goblin King sat on his thrown. One leg crossed casually over the other, his chin resting on his hand, the other tapping a walking stick against his thigh. Before him two of his subjects were arguing over the subject of a stolen cow. One goblin said that he had won it in a bet, while the other goblin said that it had been stolen. The cow had obviously been won in the bet, and its previous owner was just sore on having lost a piece of his livestock.
Jareth was bored.
He had spent many of his days over the past 13 years bored... and alone. With a wave of his hand he dismissed his subjects, telling the owner of the cow that he had lost it and if he couldn't gamble better, he should not bet in the first place. The goblins began to break up and a mix of murmurs and shuffles could be heard making its way out of the thrown room.
Producing a glass crystal in his hand Jareth rolled it lazily back and forth, allowing it to slide up one of his elegantly gloved hands and down the other, spinning and twirling it in a graceful manner. But he wasn't paying attention to it. He was thinking about something else. Someone else. The same person he had tortured himself over all these years....
Smooth skin... a cascading waterfall of rich dark brown hair and the most amazing set of green eyes he had ever seen... so full of life, of passion.... After all those centuries they still held the life in them he remembered and had longed for since the beginning of time.
When she had first come to him he almost wept with the release of it all.... and then it became apparent that she remembered nothing. To her, he was just the villain. The bad guy, who had stolen her baby brother, wished to turn him into a goblin and subsequently keep him there in the Underground. For him, her eyes held no warmth ... except once, under the power of a peach, in the middle of a ballroom ... she had looked at him and he thought maybe, just maybe, she remembered....
But she had not. In the end he had given himself to her, did everything but beg she to stay with him ... he offered her everything he knew she wanted, and she had refused him. Eons of waiting for her and she had dismissed him, turned away.
He had, for the longest time, he thought he would die ... that his heart, what was left of it, was decaying inside of his body. But he could not be mad at her.... after all, she had remembered nothing. No memories had surfaced in her 15 year old brain of who she really was. Who he really was. There had not been enough time to tell her, to try to make her see.... and he had lost her. Then everyday after that he wallowed in a pile of depression, his heart wanting something he might never posses again. She might not even remember him now... And he might have to wait forever again to just feel the slightest glimmer of her presence...
'Jareth...'
He stopped. His heart pounded in his chest. For the briefest of moments he thought he had heard her.... she had said his name, barely a whisper. Had he heard right? He was sure that he had...... But, if she remembered him... if she said his name. that meant.
As quickly as he could he called upon another crystal, and demanded to see Sarah. And there she was...... 13 years older but there she was! He held the crystal as if it were the most delicate, precious thing in the world, and gazed at her... her dark brown hair spread out around her, spilling over the side of her bed, the line of her neck... her soft, plush mouth that was slightly parted in her sleep.... he could see the outline of her form in the covers, her curves that had not been there the last time he laid eyes on her....her long legs... one foot peeking out from beneath the comforter.... He wanted to weep. After all these years she still remembered him, and by saying his name had given him the power to call up the magic to see her.
The wheels in his head began to turn and he began to think... what did she remembered? Anything? Did she want to come back and not know how? Or did she remember nothing? Was it merely a coincidence she had whispered his name? Then with sudden clarity he knew what he had to do, now that he could. He would bring her back to the Underworld. He would make her remember! The Gate was becoming more than he could control on his own. Each year, his power grew weaker ... and he needed her. This was her destiny, to be with him. This much he knew. And if she didn't soon remember all she should... He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that. She would remember.
Slowly his lips curved up into a smile, his hands caressing the crystal in which her form lay. 'Soon love.' he thought. 'Soon we'll be together. You'll be here. You'll remember.' His look turned darker for a moment, his eyes swirling into a dark blue and brown.
'I'll make you remember.'
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Beyond Strange Love By: Cynthia Dysis
Chapter One: Dreams Are Here Again
"I want you to come with me"........
The voice whispered, softly, seductively...
"I want you to come with me"......
Again, that voice like warm liquid sliding through her bones, calling for her.it wanted her...needed her...
"Come with me."
She smiled in her sleep, stretched and rolled onto her stomach, the syrupy voice echoing in her head. She could feel it's warm breath against her ear and cheek, making her flush with pleasure.
Suddenly she was looking up into a pair of soft blue eyes ... no, wait, one blue and one a soft chocolate brown. Those eyes, they were so familiar.... Then she was looking at a mouth; perfect white teeth, slightly pointed, and soft lips that held the slightest hint of a smirk on then.... those inviting lips...
"Come with me."
She felt warm and heavy; everything around her felt soft and fuzzy.... she felt herself smile and take a slender hand, which pulled her towards these eyes, that mouth. For the briefest of moments she was enveloped in pure, warm light; the safest feeling she had ever known....
Suddenly she felt herself being ripped away from it, suddenly everything was hard and cold. She felt a wind come up and felt it rip through her. God it hurt! Was it supposed to hurt? She thought she was only dreaming, it's not supposed to hurt in a dream is it? She felt dizzy, she felt like she was going to be sick.... something warm and sticky was running down her face, into her eyes ... blood? Why was she bleeding? What was happening?
She heard someone scream, a cry of pain and sadness and anguish. It sent a shiver through her, it made her want to soothe whoever was in so much pain. The mouth, the eyes! It had been them screaming! She felt herself screaming in fear, panic. The pain, it felt like someone was ripping her lungs out and tearing her open. She could feel herself falling...falling.... She looked around her ... why was she falling? She had wings. she wasn't supposed to fall... Oh, but then she saw ... her wings were matted with blood...and all her feathers were gone, bones sticking out at sickening angles... She turned away, thinking she would be sick ... Looking up, she threw her hands above her head; it felt like her feet were being sucked down, down into oblivion. Above her, she saw clouds swirling over her. At the very top, far far away, was a patch of blue; and someone (the eyes? the mouth?) was standing there, screaming. then they were falling, tumbling down as well, but still far above her... She looked down and saw the ground rising up to meet her ... Wait, it wasn't the ground, it was... water? It had something on it ... something brown reaching and growing from it's depths...thorns? Thorn bushes in the sea? She heard herself screaming, she felt her lungs burning with the force of it: panic, fear, horror, all of the emotions running through her... And, oh God oh God the ground was rising!! The sea was almost there! Here she went...it was coming....
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With a scream Sarah Williams shot up in bed. 'Another dream' she thought, her mind racing from the adrenaline rush it had caused her. She was covered in sweat even though it was the middle of September, her hair soaked, her nightgown clinging to her. Sitting on the side of the bed she caught her breath for a moment, her heart racing in her rib cage...
'Why did it seem so real? And who was that person? Why was I there? Why did I feel like I knew them?'
Holding onto her bedpost she stood up and made her way down the hall of her apartment to her bathroom. She had been living here 5 years now, she could walk through this place in the middle of the night and make her way around it blindfolded if she had too.
Reaching the bathroom she pushed the shower curtain into the tub and turned the water to warm. Pulling her sticky, sweaty nightgown over her head she threw it in the dirty clothes hamper in the corner and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair hung limply, wet from sweat, her eyes bloodshot, her skin pale. 'Damn I look like hell...' Between her breast hung a silver pendant, a tiny spoon. Smiling she touched the tip of her finger to it... a gift from her grandmother when she graduated high school.
Being Greek her grandmother had used this spoon to predict the future...as did her mother before her, and her mother before that ... and now it was Sarah's. She hadn't figured out how to predict anything with it yet; but even still, she never took it off.
Pulling her hair back behind her shoulder and pulling the shower plug in the tub she hopped in, letting the warm spray hit her back and shoulders before it rolled down her head, relaxing her and clearing her mind. Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom wearing a fresh nightgown and feeling pleasantly clean. Silently she padded back down the hall to her bedroom.
Picking up a bottle from her nightstand she opened it and shook out three blue pills, popped them into her mouth, then took a sip of water from the glass on her nightstand. 'I'm going to have to get Dr. Stone to up my prescription if these dreams keep happening...'
The sedatives working in, Sarah's legs began to feel like jelly and her head because light. Pulling back the covers she crawled into bed, pulling the sheet up around her. Before she drifted off into a murky sleep she remembered something ... something she had been pushing to the back of her mind since she woke from her earlier nightmare. A name she'd been trying to forget since the dreams started 3 months ago... a name that went with a pair of mismatched eyes and a sensual mouth...
"Jareth."
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In another dimension, in a land know as the Underground, the Goblin King sat on his thrown. One leg crossed casually over the other, his chin resting on his hand, the other tapping a walking stick against his thigh. Before him two of his subjects were arguing over the subject of a stolen cow. One goblin said that he had won it in a bet, while the other goblin said that it had been stolen. The cow had obviously been won in the bet, and its previous owner was just sore on having lost a piece of his livestock.
Jareth was bored.
He had spent many of his days over the past 13 years bored... and alone. With a wave of his hand he dismissed his subjects, telling the owner of the cow that he had lost it and if he couldn't gamble better, he should not bet in the first place. The goblins began to break up and a mix of murmurs and shuffles could be heard making its way out of the thrown room.
Producing a glass crystal in his hand Jareth rolled it lazily back and forth, allowing it to slide up one of his elegantly gloved hands and down the other, spinning and twirling it in a graceful manner. But he wasn't paying attention to it. He was thinking about something else. Someone else. The same person he had tortured himself over all these years....
Smooth skin... a cascading waterfall of rich dark brown hair and the most amazing set of green eyes he had ever seen... so full of life, of passion.... After all those centuries they still held the life in them he remembered and had longed for since the beginning of time.
When she had first come to him he almost wept with the release of it all.... and then it became apparent that she remembered nothing. To her, he was just the villain. The bad guy, who had stolen her baby brother, wished to turn him into a goblin and subsequently keep him there in the Underground. For him, her eyes held no warmth ... except once, under the power of a peach, in the middle of a ballroom ... she had looked at him and he thought maybe, just maybe, she remembered....
But she had not. In the end he had given himself to her, did everything but beg she to stay with him ... he offered her everything he knew she wanted, and she had refused him. Eons of waiting for her and she had dismissed him, turned away.
He had, for the longest time, he thought he would die ... that his heart, what was left of it, was decaying inside of his body. But he could not be mad at her.... after all, she had remembered nothing. No memories had surfaced in her 15 year old brain of who she really was. Who he really was. There had not been enough time to tell her, to try to make her see.... and he had lost her. Then everyday after that he wallowed in a pile of depression, his heart wanting something he might never posses again. She might not even remember him now... And he might have to wait forever again to just feel the slightest glimmer of her presence...
'Jareth...'
He stopped. His heart pounded in his chest. For the briefest of moments he thought he had heard her.... she had said his name, barely a whisper. Had he heard right? He was sure that he had...... But, if she remembered him... if she said his name. that meant.
As quickly as he could he called upon another crystal, and demanded to see Sarah. And there she was...... 13 years older but there she was! He held the crystal as if it were the most delicate, precious thing in the world, and gazed at her... her dark brown hair spread out around her, spilling over the side of her bed, the line of her neck... her soft, plush mouth that was slightly parted in her sleep.... he could see the outline of her form in the covers, her curves that had not been there the last time he laid eyes on her....her long legs... one foot peeking out from beneath the comforter.... He wanted to weep. After all these years she still remembered him, and by saying his name had given him the power to call up the magic to see her.
The wheels in his head began to turn and he began to think... what did she remembered? Anything? Did she want to come back and not know how? Or did she remember nothing? Was it merely a coincidence she had whispered his name? Then with sudden clarity he knew what he had to do, now that he could. He would bring her back to the Underworld. He would make her remember! The Gate was becoming more than he could control on his own. Each year, his power grew weaker ... and he needed her. This was her destiny, to be with him. This much he knew. And if she didn't soon remember all she should... He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that. She would remember.
Slowly his lips curved up into a smile, his hands caressing the crystal in which her form lay. 'Soon love.' he thought. 'Soon we'll be together. You'll be here. You'll remember.' His look turned darker for a moment, his eyes swirling into a dark blue and brown.
'I'll make you remember.'
