Summary: Sarah joins a cult based on witchcraft headed by a husband
and wife duo. What she doesn't know is that they themselves are actually
slave traders to the world below, the Underground. Back in the
Underground, Sarah encounters new trials and friends, as well as her old
ones. An old enemy becomes a new ally, and Sarah, a common mortal, is
transformed to one of the greatest queens of the Underground.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Labyrinth or anything related or associated with it. I came up with the title all by myself. So, I guess I own that. I also own all the characters that don't sound familiar or that weren't in the original movie. Thank you.
Finally reaching the room, Sarah is slightly out of breath and she throws the door open and hurries inside. Looking around she searches frantically for a place to sit. Avoiding the bed as much as possible, Sarah sits down in a burgundy velvet easy chair and places her head in hands as if thinking or crying.
The footsteps coming closer let her prepare for Zeus's appearance. Sarah hopes that Mary is all right, as she had to hurry back here instead of helping her. The doorknob turns and Zeus enters in all his regal haughtiness. Sarah keeps her head down and lets her hair hang over her face and into her eyes. Letting his eyes slowly search the room, Zeus spots Sarah sitting in a chair looking dejected. He thinks for a moment that he had broken her, but then gets rid of that idea. It will take a lot more than that to break a spirit as strong and stubborn as hers.
"My dear, if you're trying to make me feel guilty, it's not working," Zeus says in his deep voice that carries to Sarah. Sarah sits up suddenly and looks over at him. Wiping her eyes and sniffing she says, "I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty. I just don't understand why you're keeping me here. Why don't you just let me go?" Zeus chuckles and walks closer to her. "As much as I'd like to I'd much rather make a profit off of you. I did pay handsomely for you after all." Sarah scowls and looks away, no longer able to bear his sight.
Sighing, Zeus strokes his beard and decides what to do. He could very easily have his way with the mortal, as she is beautiful and feisty enough to satisfy his own needs. But, there is something holding him back. Maybe it is the fact that she had looked so vulnerable when he had walked in. Zeus, wanting to smack himself for that thought, chooses to let her return to her room. "You may go now, child. But, be forewarned that if you try another stunt like you pulled today, I won't be so forgiving. Is that understood?" Sarah nods her head, and walks quickly from the room and back to the one she shares with the other women.
However, she remembers what Laura had said to her earlier, and feeling so betrayed, she turns back around and runs into Zeus. "What is it now?" he asks, looking tired. Sarah thinks to herself that maybe if he isn't such a womanizer that he would actually be likable, but she rids herself of that thought. "I haven't been getting along with the other girls," she explains. Zeus runs a hand through his hair and says, "Why am I not surprised? Fine, you may have your own room, come," he says, starting to walk away.
"Wait," Sarah calls. "I want to share the room with one of my friends." Cursing, Zeus rolls his eyes and waits while Sarah goes into the room to retrieve one of her friends. Sarah searches the room anxiously for Mary, and then her eyes fall on a crying girl lying face down on a bed in the corner secluded by shadows. A pang of guilt surges through Sarah's heart. If only she could've escaped she might've been able to stop what had occurred.
Sarah sits down on the bed gently. Mary feels the weight of the bed shift and she raises her red rimmed brown eyes to Sarah. Sarah feels like crying herself as Mary flings her arms around Sarah and weeps heavily into her shoulder. "It' OK," Sarah says, trying to soothe her. "Let's go," she whispers, stroking her hair and helping her off the bed.
Sarah escorts Mary out of the room from the whispers and stares of the other girls and women, Sarah warding off their curiosity with glares. Zeus is surprised to see that the girl Sarah brings with her is crying. "What's wrong with her?" he asks in disgust. Sarah growls and says angrily, "One of your men raped her just a little while ago, and you have the nerve to ask what's wrong." Zeus isn't surprised. That seemed to happen a lot around this place after all.
Helping Mary walk down the long, winding corridor, Sarah continues to glare at Zeus's back. She can't believe that he had the nerve to act disgusted when her friend had just been raped. Zeus stops abruptly in front of a door and disappears just as quickly. Mumbling swear words under her breath, Sarah opens the door and discovers a rather small room suited for one person. Sighing, she lets Mary have the bed, while she takes the floor.
That night as they could hear everyone in the castle going to bed, Sarah stands from the floor to leave. Mary sits up alerted by the noise. "Where are you going?" she asks in a frightened hiccup. Sarah puts a finger to her lips and whispers, "I'll be back. Don't worry, we're not leaving tonight. You need time to heal. I'm just going to go do a little spy work."
Mary almost doesn't believe her, but she figures that Sarah isn't the type of person that would just leave her there. Opening the door, Sarah steps lightly outside of the room and moves in the shadows down the hallway. Glad that she had memorized landmarks because now she could find the throne room, Sarah recognizes a crystal vase and table and moves toward it.
Further still, she walks and listens to any noise that might mean someone is approaching. Hearing voices, she stills and presses her body against the wall, trying to make herself invisible. Sneaking to the end of the hallway that is the last turn that leads to the throne room, Sarah sees Zeus sitting atop his throne looking bored while someone in a cloak talks to him. Unable to see the person's face, Sarah isn't sure who it is.
"I assure you," Zeus says, "that I have no girl or woman here by that name." The person in the cloak made a gesture and replies, "I'm quite sure you do. Maybe she's just going by a different name. Either way, I'll be back here tomorrow to retrieve."
And Sarah didn't stick around to listen to the rest of the conversation. She had thought the voice coming from the cloak was familiar, but once she had placed it, it brought back memories she had been trying to suppress. That voice could only belong to one person, the deep accented purr that always seemed to light her body on fire. Jareth.
Walking sedately back to the room she shares with Mary, Sarah ponders the conversation. It is obvious that Jareth and Zeus know each other. And, also, that Jareth was searching for someone. 'Could it be me?' she thinks to herself. 'No,' she decides, 'he probably isn't aware of my existence.'
Opening the door, Sarah finds Mary to be fast asleep, so she follows suit and tries to get a few hours of shuteye.
The next morning when Sarah wakes up, she finds Mary missing. Frowning, she opens the door to her room and starts to go to the throne room. Before reaching it, she stops at the corner as she did last night, and the same voices greet her. Peeking her head around, she finds that apparently all the girls occupying the castle are lined up in rows and the cloaked figure, who Sarah figured out is Jareth, and Zeus peruse over them.
"I don't see her," Jareth announces finally. Zeus leans over and whispers something to a servant. "Are you sure these are all the girls?" he asks. The servant gulps and replies, "Yes, sire." Sarah stifles a laugh. The servant isn't very efficient.
"What was her name again?" Zeus asks while looking a little annoyed. Jareth replies haughtily, "If you were listening the first time I wouldn't have to repeat it. Her name is Sarah." Sarah, putting a hand over her mouth, allows herself to gasp. Her eyes go wide with shock. How ironic that she was the only girl missed.
Not sure what compels her to do it, Sarah walks out from her hiding place and decides to have a little fun. Stretching her arms high up over her head, she fakes a yawn and rubs her eyes. "Sorry, I must've over slept," she mumbles while walking to a spot in the line. The whole time she can feel Jareth's piercing gaze watching her coldly. Sauntering over to where she is in the line, Jareth removes his hood and leans down to whisper in her ear, "Nice to see you again, too, Sarah. That little stunt was very amusing, but, I'm trying to get you out of here, now play along."
Rolling her eyes, Sarah says, "And what makes you think I want to go with you?" Jareth smiles wolfishly, revealing his pearly whites, making Sarah shiver pleasantly. "Because you will get to see your friends," he says imperiously. Sarah resists the urge to stick her tongue out at him, even though he's right.
Scowling, Jareth turns and says, "I guess I'll take that one," and he points a gloved finger at Sarah menacingly. Sarah gasps and tries to look alarmed behind her smile. "Oh no, sir, you can't take me, take someone else." Jareth smiles even wider and grabs her by the arm. "Let's go wench," he growls, while throwing a considerably large bag of money at Zeus. Zeus catches the bag in his greedy hands and laughs harshly.
Mary, not really understanding what is happening, looks horrified as Sarah glances at her. Trying to get her friends attention, and when she is successful, Sarah winks and smiles to let her know everything is OK. Jareth drags Sarah out of the castle, and once they are out of earshot, Sarah snatches her arm back out of Jareth's grasp.
"Did you have to squeeze so tightly?" she asks in exasperation while rubbing her slowly bruising arm. "I had to look convincing," Jareth explains. "Yeah, well," Sarah continues, "my friend Mary is still in there and I'm not just going to leave her here. Somehow we're going to have to get back in there and get her."
Jareth scowls and conjures a crystal. "That's your problem. I only helped you at the request of my subjects. If you want your friend, get her yourself," and with that he tosses her the crystal, and when she looks up from the orb, he's gone.
Thank you to all my new reviewers. I think this is the first time I've heard from some of you, and I really appreciate you taking the time out to review. It really does mean a lot to me. I know that most people don't read these things down here, as I found out with my last smart-mouth comment, lol. That said, I won't type down here anymore. I promise, maybe
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Labyrinth or anything related or associated with it. I came up with the title all by myself. So, I guess I own that. I also own all the characters that don't sound familiar or that weren't in the original movie. Thank you.
Finally reaching the room, Sarah is slightly out of breath and she throws the door open and hurries inside. Looking around she searches frantically for a place to sit. Avoiding the bed as much as possible, Sarah sits down in a burgundy velvet easy chair and places her head in hands as if thinking or crying.
The footsteps coming closer let her prepare for Zeus's appearance. Sarah hopes that Mary is all right, as she had to hurry back here instead of helping her. The doorknob turns and Zeus enters in all his regal haughtiness. Sarah keeps her head down and lets her hair hang over her face and into her eyes. Letting his eyes slowly search the room, Zeus spots Sarah sitting in a chair looking dejected. He thinks for a moment that he had broken her, but then gets rid of that idea. It will take a lot more than that to break a spirit as strong and stubborn as hers.
"My dear, if you're trying to make me feel guilty, it's not working," Zeus says in his deep voice that carries to Sarah. Sarah sits up suddenly and looks over at him. Wiping her eyes and sniffing she says, "I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty. I just don't understand why you're keeping me here. Why don't you just let me go?" Zeus chuckles and walks closer to her. "As much as I'd like to I'd much rather make a profit off of you. I did pay handsomely for you after all." Sarah scowls and looks away, no longer able to bear his sight.
Sighing, Zeus strokes his beard and decides what to do. He could very easily have his way with the mortal, as she is beautiful and feisty enough to satisfy his own needs. But, there is something holding him back. Maybe it is the fact that she had looked so vulnerable when he had walked in. Zeus, wanting to smack himself for that thought, chooses to let her return to her room. "You may go now, child. But, be forewarned that if you try another stunt like you pulled today, I won't be so forgiving. Is that understood?" Sarah nods her head, and walks quickly from the room and back to the one she shares with the other women.
However, she remembers what Laura had said to her earlier, and feeling so betrayed, she turns back around and runs into Zeus. "What is it now?" he asks, looking tired. Sarah thinks to herself that maybe if he isn't such a womanizer that he would actually be likable, but she rids herself of that thought. "I haven't been getting along with the other girls," she explains. Zeus runs a hand through his hair and says, "Why am I not surprised? Fine, you may have your own room, come," he says, starting to walk away.
"Wait," Sarah calls. "I want to share the room with one of my friends." Cursing, Zeus rolls his eyes and waits while Sarah goes into the room to retrieve one of her friends. Sarah searches the room anxiously for Mary, and then her eyes fall on a crying girl lying face down on a bed in the corner secluded by shadows. A pang of guilt surges through Sarah's heart. If only she could've escaped she might've been able to stop what had occurred.
Sarah sits down on the bed gently. Mary feels the weight of the bed shift and she raises her red rimmed brown eyes to Sarah. Sarah feels like crying herself as Mary flings her arms around Sarah and weeps heavily into her shoulder. "It' OK," Sarah says, trying to soothe her. "Let's go," she whispers, stroking her hair and helping her off the bed.
Sarah escorts Mary out of the room from the whispers and stares of the other girls and women, Sarah warding off their curiosity with glares. Zeus is surprised to see that the girl Sarah brings with her is crying. "What's wrong with her?" he asks in disgust. Sarah growls and says angrily, "One of your men raped her just a little while ago, and you have the nerve to ask what's wrong." Zeus isn't surprised. That seemed to happen a lot around this place after all.
Helping Mary walk down the long, winding corridor, Sarah continues to glare at Zeus's back. She can't believe that he had the nerve to act disgusted when her friend had just been raped. Zeus stops abruptly in front of a door and disappears just as quickly. Mumbling swear words under her breath, Sarah opens the door and discovers a rather small room suited for one person. Sighing, she lets Mary have the bed, while she takes the floor.
That night as they could hear everyone in the castle going to bed, Sarah stands from the floor to leave. Mary sits up alerted by the noise. "Where are you going?" she asks in a frightened hiccup. Sarah puts a finger to her lips and whispers, "I'll be back. Don't worry, we're not leaving tonight. You need time to heal. I'm just going to go do a little spy work."
Mary almost doesn't believe her, but she figures that Sarah isn't the type of person that would just leave her there. Opening the door, Sarah steps lightly outside of the room and moves in the shadows down the hallway. Glad that she had memorized landmarks because now she could find the throne room, Sarah recognizes a crystal vase and table and moves toward it.
Further still, she walks and listens to any noise that might mean someone is approaching. Hearing voices, she stills and presses her body against the wall, trying to make herself invisible. Sneaking to the end of the hallway that is the last turn that leads to the throne room, Sarah sees Zeus sitting atop his throne looking bored while someone in a cloak talks to him. Unable to see the person's face, Sarah isn't sure who it is.
"I assure you," Zeus says, "that I have no girl or woman here by that name." The person in the cloak made a gesture and replies, "I'm quite sure you do. Maybe she's just going by a different name. Either way, I'll be back here tomorrow to retrieve."
And Sarah didn't stick around to listen to the rest of the conversation. She had thought the voice coming from the cloak was familiar, but once she had placed it, it brought back memories she had been trying to suppress. That voice could only belong to one person, the deep accented purr that always seemed to light her body on fire. Jareth.
Walking sedately back to the room she shares with Mary, Sarah ponders the conversation. It is obvious that Jareth and Zeus know each other. And, also, that Jareth was searching for someone. 'Could it be me?' she thinks to herself. 'No,' she decides, 'he probably isn't aware of my existence.'
Opening the door, Sarah finds Mary to be fast asleep, so she follows suit and tries to get a few hours of shuteye.
The next morning when Sarah wakes up, she finds Mary missing. Frowning, she opens the door to her room and starts to go to the throne room. Before reaching it, she stops at the corner as she did last night, and the same voices greet her. Peeking her head around, she finds that apparently all the girls occupying the castle are lined up in rows and the cloaked figure, who Sarah figured out is Jareth, and Zeus peruse over them.
"I don't see her," Jareth announces finally. Zeus leans over and whispers something to a servant. "Are you sure these are all the girls?" he asks. The servant gulps and replies, "Yes, sire." Sarah stifles a laugh. The servant isn't very efficient.
"What was her name again?" Zeus asks while looking a little annoyed. Jareth replies haughtily, "If you were listening the first time I wouldn't have to repeat it. Her name is Sarah." Sarah, putting a hand over her mouth, allows herself to gasp. Her eyes go wide with shock. How ironic that she was the only girl missed.
Not sure what compels her to do it, Sarah walks out from her hiding place and decides to have a little fun. Stretching her arms high up over her head, she fakes a yawn and rubs her eyes. "Sorry, I must've over slept," she mumbles while walking to a spot in the line. The whole time she can feel Jareth's piercing gaze watching her coldly. Sauntering over to where she is in the line, Jareth removes his hood and leans down to whisper in her ear, "Nice to see you again, too, Sarah. That little stunt was very amusing, but, I'm trying to get you out of here, now play along."
Rolling her eyes, Sarah says, "And what makes you think I want to go with you?" Jareth smiles wolfishly, revealing his pearly whites, making Sarah shiver pleasantly. "Because you will get to see your friends," he says imperiously. Sarah resists the urge to stick her tongue out at him, even though he's right.
Scowling, Jareth turns and says, "I guess I'll take that one," and he points a gloved finger at Sarah menacingly. Sarah gasps and tries to look alarmed behind her smile. "Oh no, sir, you can't take me, take someone else." Jareth smiles even wider and grabs her by the arm. "Let's go wench," he growls, while throwing a considerably large bag of money at Zeus. Zeus catches the bag in his greedy hands and laughs harshly.
Mary, not really understanding what is happening, looks horrified as Sarah glances at her. Trying to get her friends attention, and when she is successful, Sarah winks and smiles to let her know everything is OK. Jareth drags Sarah out of the castle, and once they are out of earshot, Sarah snatches her arm back out of Jareth's grasp.
"Did you have to squeeze so tightly?" she asks in exasperation while rubbing her slowly bruising arm. "I had to look convincing," Jareth explains. "Yeah, well," Sarah continues, "my friend Mary is still in there and I'm not just going to leave her here. Somehow we're going to have to get back in there and get her."
Jareth scowls and conjures a crystal. "That's your problem. I only helped you at the request of my subjects. If you want your friend, get her yourself," and with that he tosses her the crystal, and when she looks up from the orb, he's gone.
Thank you to all my new reviewers. I think this is the first time I've heard from some of you, and I really appreciate you taking the time out to review. It really does mean a lot to me. I know that most people don't read these things down here, as I found out with my last smart-mouth comment, lol. That said, I won't type down here anymore. I promise, maybe