A/N: Don't ask what possessed me to finish this other than I think I would
like to start my new one.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or any of its inhabitants
The day of the ball arrived; Faryn had made sure he had given Lord Daryn and Malek invitations. The plan seemed to be set in motion.
Sariya began to prepare herself. The dress Jareth had made for her was exquisite in all details. He entered the room and smiled approvingly.
"You look beautiful." He smiled and placed a kiss on her cheek. She smiled in return her eyes catching his and leaned up to kiss him. He returned the kiss immediately wrapping his arms tightly around her kissing her passionately.
His hands started trailing her body, and his kiss turned hungry, and she returned it just as passionate.
In the time since this plan had started they had spent little time together and it seemed they both wanted to make up for it.
His hands started to undo the laces of her dress; her hands slipped into his shirt and was tugging it from his pants.
He slid the dress off her, his hand playing with the strap of her slip, touching the skin underneath. He pushed her towards the bed, as he lifted the slip from her body, he quickly slipped from his pants and pressed against her.
Their lovemaking was needy and yet passionate. They were consumed only with each other. As they finished, he collapsed onto her kissing her gently.
She breathed heavily holding him very tightly returning his kiss.
He heard the clock chime in the background. They both sighed. "Would you like assistance redressing my love?" He smiled at her.
She laughed. "I believe my love you would be more of a distraction."
He smirked and kissed her again. He then gently left the bed, giving her a final kiss, and with a snap he was dressed again. He left slowly watching her then disappeared.
She sighed rose from the bed and began to redress herself.
She later found Jareth and took his hand in hers; it would only be a few moments now.
The ball had started guests were laughing, eating and dancing.
Daryn, and Malek had blended in quite easily with the crowd. They were waiting for the right moment.
Jareth had left Sariya's side to make an announcement, and then Malek quickly went to her. He drew a knife and held it to her throat.
"My dear sister" He said very slyly. "It seems we meet at last, now if you do as I say no harm will come to you."
She breathed hard. Faryn had seen what had happened he hadn't known that she would be put into danger, however Lord Daryn arrived at his side instantly.
"Things are going as planned, he smiled."
"I wouldn't necessarily say that sir." Faryn drew his sword; everyone stopped and seemed to watch them.
The sword fight circled the room, Malek kept his tight hold on Sariya. The two men seemed to be masters of the art. Both talented and skilled.
Then Daryn got the upper hand and thrust his sword into Faryn, and then in a quick movement someone behind him, stabbed him directly through the heart. Daryn fell to the floor dear. Faryn was gasping, and clutching, he dropped to his knees and things were starting to slide out of focus.
"Now my dear Sister it is your turn. He quickly sliced her neck and she collapsed onto the floor."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Jareth yelled. Malek only laughed. He started towards Malek but he was going quickly. Then Faryn surprised his, stabbed him quickly in the heart then in the stomach, ignoring his own pain.
The doctors came to help him. "No there is no hope for me, but make sure that man is dead." He collapsed onto the floor and within minutes he breathed his last breath.
The party started to disperse. Jareth went to her body, and began to sob. He would never see her smile again, or touch her. He gently tousled her hair then noticed something odd.
"I need a healer quickly." He yelled.
"What is it sire."
"She is not bleeding, I do not understand." He looked at her form questioningly.
The healer ran his hands over her and smiled. "She used Elf glamour magic sire, she faked her death. Although I can imagine she is very worn out, she will sleep at least a day if not more."
Jareth smiled, she would be alright.
He paced the room for three days waiting for her to awaken. Then she did. "Jareth." She called softly.
He went to her immediately and held her tightly. "I thought I had lost you."
She smiled. "I thought of telling you my plan but I was sure you would not approve of it. And the baby seems to be fine so all is well."
"But where did you learn to do that."
"I studied dearest, I assumed since Malek could do it, then I would be able to as well." "Is he still alive?"
"No, and neither is Lord Daryn, although we lost Faryn in the battle."
"He sacrificed himself for me, I will never forget him."
"Nor I love, nor I."
He gently lay there holding her tight, knowing that they would be able to tackle anything that came their way.
The End
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or any of its inhabitants
The day of the ball arrived; Faryn had made sure he had given Lord Daryn and Malek invitations. The plan seemed to be set in motion.
Sariya began to prepare herself. The dress Jareth had made for her was exquisite in all details. He entered the room and smiled approvingly.
"You look beautiful." He smiled and placed a kiss on her cheek. She smiled in return her eyes catching his and leaned up to kiss him. He returned the kiss immediately wrapping his arms tightly around her kissing her passionately.
His hands started trailing her body, and his kiss turned hungry, and she returned it just as passionate.
In the time since this plan had started they had spent little time together and it seemed they both wanted to make up for it.
His hands started to undo the laces of her dress; her hands slipped into his shirt and was tugging it from his pants.
He slid the dress off her, his hand playing with the strap of her slip, touching the skin underneath. He pushed her towards the bed, as he lifted the slip from her body, he quickly slipped from his pants and pressed against her.
Their lovemaking was needy and yet passionate. They were consumed only with each other. As they finished, he collapsed onto her kissing her gently.
She breathed heavily holding him very tightly returning his kiss.
He heard the clock chime in the background. They both sighed. "Would you like assistance redressing my love?" He smiled at her.
She laughed. "I believe my love you would be more of a distraction."
He smirked and kissed her again. He then gently left the bed, giving her a final kiss, and with a snap he was dressed again. He left slowly watching her then disappeared.
She sighed rose from the bed and began to redress herself.
She later found Jareth and took his hand in hers; it would only be a few moments now.
The ball had started guests were laughing, eating and dancing.
Daryn, and Malek had blended in quite easily with the crowd. They were waiting for the right moment.
Jareth had left Sariya's side to make an announcement, and then Malek quickly went to her. He drew a knife and held it to her throat.
"My dear sister" He said very slyly. "It seems we meet at last, now if you do as I say no harm will come to you."
She breathed hard. Faryn had seen what had happened he hadn't known that she would be put into danger, however Lord Daryn arrived at his side instantly.
"Things are going as planned, he smiled."
"I wouldn't necessarily say that sir." Faryn drew his sword; everyone stopped and seemed to watch them.
The sword fight circled the room, Malek kept his tight hold on Sariya. The two men seemed to be masters of the art. Both talented and skilled.
Then Daryn got the upper hand and thrust his sword into Faryn, and then in a quick movement someone behind him, stabbed him directly through the heart. Daryn fell to the floor dear. Faryn was gasping, and clutching, he dropped to his knees and things were starting to slide out of focus.
"Now my dear Sister it is your turn. He quickly sliced her neck and she collapsed onto the floor."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Jareth yelled. Malek only laughed. He started towards Malek but he was going quickly. Then Faryn surprised his, stabbed him quickly in the heart then in the stomach, ignoring his own pain.
The doctors came to help him. "No there is no hope for me, but make sure that man is dead." He collapsed onto the floor and within minutes he breathed his last breath.
The party started to disperse. Jareth went to her body, and began to sob. He would never see her smile again, or touch her. He gently tousled her hair then noticed something odd.
"I need a healer quickly." He yelled.
"What is it sire."
"She is not bleeding, I do not understand." He looked at her form questioningly.
The healer ran his hands over her and smiled. "She used Elf glamour magic sire, she faked her death. Although I can imagine she is very worn out, she will sleep at least a day if not more."
Jareth smiled, she would be alright.
He paced the room for three days waiting for her to awaken. Then she did. "Jareth." She called softly.
He went to her immediately and held her tightly. "I thought I had lost you."
She smiled. "I thought of telling you my plan but I was sure you would not approve of it. And the baby seems to be fine so all is well."
"But where did you learn to do that."
"I studied dearest, I assumed since Malek could do it, then I would be able to as well." "Is he still alive?"
"No, and neither is Lord Daryn, although we lost Faryn in the battle."
"He sacrificed himself for me, I will never forget him."
"Nor I love, nor I."
He gently lay there holding her tight, knowing that they would be able to tackle anything that came their way.
The End