Hey all!!! Thanks for my first reviews-I need to get the feel of what
people like so I can write better. I've also sat and watched Labyrinth like
5 times today! I realise really how GOD-DAMNED sexy that bloody man is. I
like Alan Rickman also. Kinda an older man fetish I guess I have. Ok at the
end are the Thanks' and things-now on we go! A bit more going on in this
chapter. Also I noticed this other writer doing this 'Sarah is a writer'
fic.hmmm.not too pleased but then again I can't say much.
\/\/\/\/ Depicts change in person ~~~~ Depicts a time 'jump.' **** Depicts end in author notes or end of chapter. :: :: Depicts thoughts. Please also check out my profile and if you like HP fics then go to the link specified on there. PLEASE R&R and tell me if you like it-and if not TELL me why, I can't be bothered with close-minded criticism if your not willing to explain WHY you don't like it in the first place. Thanks for reading, now on with the show!
Oh and disclaimer since I forgot it-DAMN!
I don't own Bowie that's true,
But that's ok 'cause neither do you,
Don't sue my ass 'cause that aint funny,
I'll just go crying to my mummy.
Chapter 1: And so it begins.again.
He HATED snow.with a vengeance now. He may have liked it before-but before it didn't freeze your talons and make your feathers spring icicles! He shifted impatiently from one foot to the other. He couldn't wait for long here, he was going to freeze to death-it would be different if he were a snowy owl, but he was just a simple barn albeit a human one. The girl was still asleep and he was pissed off with waiting, he decided against changing into human form because he was sure he would freeze quicker that way-how he longed for a fire! And as if things couldn't get any worse he heard a noise behind him and he twisted his head around and was greeted with a snowflake in the eye-ow! The owl held itself in an indignant way and refused to get upset over the snowflake. He amused himself instead with thoughts of evil-yet sweet- revenge. Repetition was one thing to the Goblin King-he couldn't abide it. He hated the thought of it. LOATHED it, he-I think you get the idea. That was until now, he could think of nothing better than to swoop in there and grasp the girl and make her do the Labyrinth again.only this time it would be different.VERY different, if she wanted a story she'd have one-through her experiences. Waiting had taken its toll and now he decided to make his presence known-now!
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The dream consisted of many people-once again- all in a ballroom, they were whirling around and making her feel dizzy and sick. She had hoped that when she fell asleep inspiration would come once again. It didn't. It had stopped coming around a week ago and had yet to return. Sarah had spent ages of thinking and that in itself was a loss-the more you thought about writing, the less you actually did. It was a 'spur of the moment' thing. She had sat for hours pondering and ignoring her phone, which kept ringing. The noise was becoming annoying and so she had it disconnected-her editor was not pleased when the line he was ringing appeared to be dead. Sarah HAD written plans for her story-she never did one without writing a plan.although she could never find it! Sarah was not religious, but she did believe that there was a god. The god was responsible for 'Great idea's that are written down then lost." She had written notes on her story and they had gone missing each time, she had gotten frustrated and walked away from her now messy desk and had not returned until later. The notes had appeared, though they were not HER notes, she had read through them carefully and frowned-who had done them? Why were they concerned about her story and how she told it? She also realized that this was the time to get a burglar alarm fitted-this was also the reason why Jareth nearly died.
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The Goblin King had flown to the back door and transformed, he had walked up the steps and tried the door-breaking and entering were not his thing usually, but he had to get in somehow. He had experience with trying 'windows' and had almost snapped his beak when he realized that it wasn't open after all. He had a similar nasty shock when a blue light came on and began making a high pitched bleep that lasted for a while. Was it a warning? He stalked the light like a panther and it made the same noise every time he moved-it fell silent when he was still.
Cocking his head to the side and ignoring the whistling the wind made in his ear Jareth frowned at the contraption-true he was not of this world but he could notice something harmless when he saw it. He had also seen this type of material before on Sarah's gift she gave to Hoggle (A/N: the bracelet.) "Placstik?" he said to himself, "I am not frightened by something placstik!" He walked up to the thing and threw the crystal he had been rolling in his had at it. The alarm was silenced but still made the blue light, Jareth grinned to himself but jumped when he heard a voice he hadn't heard from in a while. "If it's those fucking kids again I'll shove my foot up they're asses! I really mean it this time!"
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Sarah had chosen to ignore the noise for the first time, but now it wouldn't abate-and it was getting to her. She had gotten it as protection-NOT as a means for the local 'yob's' to wake her up with. She growled to herself and decided to shun the idea of negotiation this time, she grabbed her baseball bat instead. The heavy wood felt good within her hands and she swung it once for affect, ~swish~ she liked the sound-she'd like it even more if it was bonking one of those kids on the heads while it was making the noise. She opened her door and trundled down the stairs. She had long since given up being afraid of the kids-one look from her in 'that' mood and they would run crying to they're mothers.again.
When she had reached the bottom of her stairs Sarah stopped to check that the front door was locked and she smiled as she heard the handle resist an attempt to open it without the key. It was the back door that they had came to this time-they were getting braver by the week.little bastards. She went to the door and looked through the 'peep-hole' inserted into it and sighed when she saw no one was there. ::They must've gone then:: she turned to go back up the hall to her stairs when the alarm went off again-"For fuck's sake!" she raced to the door again-still nothing.
Sarah breathed in and opened the door in a flurry of anger and yelled, "Show yourself!" she swished the bat in her hands, "if you don't you're a god-damned coward. Or cowards, depending on how many of your little 'friends' you've got with you this time." ::Is angering them really a good idea?:: Sarah faltered in her menacing swing and nearly toppled, damned brain was right, but she didn't care-this was HER home and no-one was scaring her in it! "I dare you to come in here and-"
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The cue was right on time and the voice popped into hearing range, she had invited him in-in a fashion-and now was his chance to take it and enter her house. The King waved a hand above his head and glitter sprinkled from his hand from nowhere and he began to feel the tingling sensation again. He moved from the tree he was hiding behind and began to close in on her. He walked past her unseen and was pleased as she shivered at the close proximity of him, even if she didn't know he was there. She was standing looking through the door which he had came through but a moment ago-of course his magic held for a few moments and he was allowed to creep invisibly past hr until he faced her back. Her well shaped bottom had her slip of nightwear clung to it, almost like a second skin. Her hair trailed down her back in lustrous waves of darkness and he could see the light from the lamp outside cling to the curves of her body through her attire. He felt the familiar stirring in his groin once again but held the reins of his control hard as he spoke to her back, "Hello Sarah! Glad we could meet again." His voice must have scared her because she jumped a little, then stiffened. He was going to enjoy this little episode.
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That voice cut through her like shrapnel, she spun and dropped her bat at the sight of his regal attire once again, she knew it was him of course-his voice was etched into her mind forever. He was wearing a black jacket with a golden feather upon the breast of it. The feather had a single jewel in it-the color of an amethyst. Under the jacket was a white poets shirt with lace that flowed from his neck to his mid waist where the coat was fastened with a button. His pendant-as always-was fastened about his neck and draped down upon his chest that was shown by a few buttons that were parted on his shirt. His blonde locks were loose about his face as always and the hint of magic crackled about him-as well as the glitter. His tight black trousers had a disturbing affect on her as she gazed at his groin, she felt the heat rise in her and met his gaze for the first time, they were right in front of her now-as was all of him. She could feel the heat from his body resonating from him in sensual waves. But it was what she saw in his eyes that had frightened her beyond belief- "Ah.shit," was the last thing that sprung from her lips as his hand closed over the back of her neck, pinching her pressure point and making her eyes roll in her head. Jareth looked down at the fallen girl-no, woman-and decided that this was going to be a 'piece of cake.'
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Sarah's dreams had taken over as the weightless feeling began to seep over her, her thought's were rapid and irrational. She was walking down a cold and dark corridor into a room-she had no control over her legs in this dream and she found herself in a large library. The books were all dusty and hard to make out but as she took a peek at one of the covers on the books she found that it said something that made her dream-blood run cold.'The inner maze.'
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LoneWolf-Thanks very much! I'm glad you like it so far-I just hope it gets better ^.^
Ice faerie-Will do! But give me time I have little access to the comp but I shall finish this even if it kills me! I'll do it for Bowie! (Militant face on her as she says this.)
If-666-Glad you agree! I didn't want him to be a pansy ass,lol. He may still have to get with Sarah but I didn't say I would be nice about it (cue evil laugh) MWAHAHAHA-cough-HAHAH.haha.anyone got a strepsil?
Keep your eyes peeled for chapter 3 coming out next week (god I sound like a cheap commercial!) Hope all of this is ok for now as I am going to do small chapter but they are going to be frequent! Thanks all who read this- even the lurkers who keep shtum!lol.
~Katania/Shin~
\/\/\/\/ Depicts change in person ~~~~ Depicts a time 'jump.' **** Depicts end in author notes or end of chapter. :: :: Depicts thoughts. Please also check out my profile and if you like HP fics then go to the link specified on there. PLEASE R&R and tell me if you like it-and if not TELL me why, I can't be bothered with close-minded criticism if your not willing to explain WHY you don't like it in the first place. Thanks for reading, now on with the show!
Oh and disclaimer since I forgot it-DAMN!
I don't own Bowie that's true,
But that's ok 'cause neither do you,
Don't sue my ass 'cause that aint funny,
I'll just go crying to my mummy.
Chapter 1: And so it begins.again.
He HATED snow.with a vengeance now. He may have liked it before-but before it didn't freeze your talons and make your feathers spring icicles! He shifted impatiently from one foot to the other. He couldn't wait for long here, he was going to freeze to death-it would be different if he were a snowy owl, but he was just a simple barn albeit a human one. The girl was still asleep and he was pissed off with waiting, he decided against changing into human form because he was sure he would freeze quicker that way-how he longed for a fire! And as if things couldn't get any worse he heard a noise behind him and he twisted his head around and was greeted with a snowflake in the eye-ow! The owl held itself in an indignant way and refused to get upset over the snowflake. He amused himself instead with thoughts of evil-yet sweet- revenge. Repetition was one thing to the Goblin King-he couldn't abide it. He hated the thought of it. LOATHED it, he-I think you get the idea. That was until now, he could think of nothing better than to swoop in there and grasp the girl and make her do the Labyrinth again.only this time it would be different.VERY different, if she wanted a story she'd have one-through her experiences. Waiting had taken its toll and now he decided to make his presence known-now!
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
The dream consisted of many people-once again- all in a ballroom, they were whirling around and making her feel dizzy and sick. She had hoped that when she fell asleep inspiration would come once again. It didn't. It had stopped coming around a week ago and had yet to return. Sarah had spent ages of thinking and that in itself was a loss-the more you thought about writing, the less you actually did. It was a 'spur of the moment' thing. She had sat for hours pondering and ignoring her phone, which kept ringing. The noise was becoming annoying and so she had it disconnected-her editor was not pleased when the line he was ringing appeared to be dead. Sarah HAD written plans for her story-she never did one without writing a plan.although she could never find it! Sarah was not religious, but she did believe that there was a god. The god was responsible for 'Great idea's that are written down then lost." She had written notes on her story and they had gone missing each time, she had gotten frustrated and walked away from her now messy desk and had not returned until later. The notes had appeared, though they were not HER notes, she had read through them carefully and frowned-who had done them? Why were they concerned about her story and how she told it? She also realized that this was the time to get a burglar alarm fitted-this was also the reason why Jareth nearly died.
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The Goblin King had flown to the back door and transformed, he had walked up the steps and tried the door-breaking and entering were not his thing usually, but he had to get in somehow. He had experience with trying 'windows' and had almost snapped his beak when he realized that it wasn't open after all. He had a similar nasty shock when a blue light came on and began making a high pitched bleep that lasted for a while. Was it a warning? He stalked the light like a panther and it made the same noise every time he moved-it fell silent when he was still.
Cocking his head to the side and ignoring the whistling the wind made in his ear Jareth frowned at the contraption-true he was not of this world but he could notice something harmless when he saw it. He had also seen this type of material before on Sarah's gift she gave to Hoggle (A/N: the bracelet.) "Placstik?" he said to himself, "I am not frightened by something placstik!" He walked up to the thing and threw the crystal he had been rolling in his had at it. The alarm was silenced but still made the blue light, Jareth grinned to himself but jumped when he heard a voice he hadn't heard from in a while. "If it's those fucking kids again I'll shove my foot up they're asses! I really mean it this time!"
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Sarah had chosen to ignore the noise for the first time, but now it wouldn't abate-and it was getting to her. She had gotten it as protection-NOT as a means for the local 'yob's' to wake her up with. She growled to herself and decided to shun the idea of negotiation this time, she grabbed her baseball bat instead. The heavy wood felt good within her hands and she swung it once for affect, ~swish~ she liked the sound-she'd like it even more if it was bonking one of those kids on the heads while it was making the noise. She opened her door and trundled down the stairs. She had long since given up being afraid of the kids-one look from her in 'that' mood and they would run crying to they're mothers.again.
When she had reached the bottom of her stairs Sarah stopped to check that the front door was locked and she smiled as she heard the handle resist an attempt to open it without the key. It was the back door that they had came to this time-they were getting braver by the week.little bastards. She went to the door and looked through the 'peep-hole' inserted into it and sighed when she saw no one was there. ::They must've gone then:: she turned to go back up the hall to her stairs when the alarm went off again-"For fuck's sake!" she raced to the door again-still nothing.
Sarah breathed in and opened the door in a flurry of anger and yelled, "Show yourself!" she swished the bat in her hands, "if you don't you're a god-damned coward. Or cowards, depending on how many of your little 'friends' you've got with you this time." ::Is angering them really a good idea?:: Sarah faltered in her menacing swing and nearly toppled, damned brain was right, but she didn't care-this was HER home and no-one was scaring her in it! "I dare you to come in here and-"
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The cue was right on time and the voice popped into hearing range, she had invited him in-in a fashion-and now was his chance to take it and enter her house. The King waved a hand above his head and glitter sprinkled from his hand from nowhere and he began to feel the tingling sensation again. He moved from the tree he was hiding behind and began to close in on her. He walked past her unseen and was pleased as she shivered at the close proximity of him, even if she didn't know he was there. She was standing looking through the door which he had came through but a moment ago-of course his magic held for a few moments and he was allowed to creep invisibly past hr until he faced her back. Her well shaped bottom had her slip of nightwear clung to it, almost like a second skin. Her hair trailed down her back in lustrous waves of darkness and he could see the light from the lamp outside cling to the curves of her body through her attire. He felt the familiar stirring in his groin once again but held the reins of his control hard as he spoke to her back, "Hello Sarah! Glad we could meet again." His voice must have scared her because she jumped a little, then stiffened. He was going to enjoy this little episode.
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That voice cut through her like shrapnel, she spun and dropped her bat at the sight of his regal attire once again, she knew it was him of course-his voice was etched into her mind forever. He was wearing a black jacket with a golden feather upon the breast of it. The feather had a single jewel in it-the color of an amethyst. Under the jacket was a white poets shirt with lace that flowed from his neck to his mid waist where the coat was fastened with a button. His pendant-as always-was fastened about his neck and draped down upon his chest that was shown by a few buttons that were parted on his shirt. His blonde locks were loose about his face as always and the hint of magic crackled about him-as well as the glitter. His tight black trousers had a disturbing affect on her as she gazed at his groin, she felt the heat rise in her and met his gaze for the first time, they were right in front of her now-as was all of him. She could feel the heat from his body resonating from him in sensual waves. But it was what she saw in his eyes that had frightened her beyond belief- "Ah.shit," was the last thing that sprung from her lips as his hand closed over the back of her neck, pinching her pressure point and making her eyes roll in her head. Jareth looked down at the fallen girl-no, woman-and decided that this was going to be a 'piece of cake.'
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Sarah's dreams had taken over as the weightless feeling began to seep over her, her thought's were rapid and irrational. She was walking down a cold and dark corridor into a room-she had no control over her legs in this dream and she found herself in a large library. The books were all dusty and hard to make out but as she took a peek at one of the covers on the books she found that it said something that made her dream-blood run cold.'The inner maze.'
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LoneWolf-Thanks very much! I'm glad you like it so far-I just hope it gets better ^.^
Ice faerie-Will do! But give me time I have little access to the comp but I shall finish this even if it kills me! I'll do it for Bowie! (Militant face on her as she says this.)
If-666-Glad you agree! I didn't want him to be a pansy ass,lol. He may still have to get with Sarah but I didn't say I would be nice about it (cue evil laugh) MWAHAHAHA-cough-HAHAH.haha.anyone got a strepsil?
Keep your eyes peeled for chapter 3 coming out next week (god I sound like a cheap commercial!) Hope all of this is ok for now as I am going to do small chapter but they are going to be frequent! Thanks all who read this- even the lurkers who keep shtum!lol.
~Katania/Shin~