A/N Hi everybody, having a nice Labor day vacation? Well here is the next
chapter and this is one of my favorites so far, so I will let you get to
reading it. Thank you to my reviewers, DocBevcrusher- glad you like the
dress, Lady akhana- the dance will be.. well read on and you'll find out,
Ladynyght- who just reviewed my fist story What If, she may soon be reading
this, welcome. ( ) what was said, {} me butting in, ~ Telepathic talk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, don't sue.
What If Ii The Nightmare
By
Melissa aka Angle 1
"Where are we?" Sydney whispered as she gazed up at the castle like building in front of them.
" We're at Alma's home," Jareth said, he turned around, Sydney followed, " There's the Labyrinth over there." Jareth pointed in the distance. Sydney could see the large area that the Labyrinth took up, and she couldn't even make out Jareth's castle at all against the soft glowing light of the setting sun. They were extremely far away from home.
Sounds of the party could be heard from inside and Jareth took Sydney by the arm and lead her up the steps and in the wide open doors. As soon as they walked in they were greeted by a doorman who looked like he could be on the cover of any magazine he wanted.
' Gosh even the servants are just too beautiful.' Sydney thought with dread as he led them to the ballroom. They stood in the door way as another doorman, this one holding a large staff, greeted them, bowing low to Jareth. Sydney gazed in the large room noticing that there was no music playing or any dancing yet, the room was extremely large and empty, save a few table and chairs. A large staircase lead up to a second area that was full of tables and chairs and people where gathering around, some dinning some just talking.
Every one was dressed in bright and pale colors, of ever shade of the rainbow. Some women had on such large dressed that Sydney wondered how they even got though the doors. Some men where dressed in waistcoats, lace, and had walking sticks and they all would have looked very distinguished, if it were not for the fact that they all seemed haphazardly dressed.
Sydney also noticed that everyone was tall, lean and perfect in every way, just like Jareth. There was no way Sydney was going to fit in around them. Even with the masks on she could tell they were all fair. The doorman then turned to the room, when he did this Jareth quickly whispered to Sydney. " Now don't get scared or nervous."
" What, why?" but there was no time for him to answer because the doorman tapped his staff on the stone ground, creating an extremely loud noise. Every one in the room stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the new arrivals.
"His Royal Majesty, Jareth of the Goblins!" the doorman shouted. Every on in the room bowed or curtsied low and murmured " Your Majesty" in greeting, then turned back to what they were doing.
" Well that wasn't so bad." He whispered to her, as they started down the steps to join them. Sydney only nodded her head, too shocked at all the eyes that had stared at her, to do any thing else. " Uh Jareth, this is probably a bad time to say this but.I think I have a bit of a social anxiety problem."
"What!" Jareth said sharply turning to look at her.
" Just around people, I can live with the goblins but around all theses beautiful people.." But nothing could be said further on the subject because just then a woman rushed up and bowed low to them.
" Your Majesty, I'm so happy you arrived." Behind the mask Sydney figured that from the overly happy voice that it had to be Alma. " And my, Sydney, you do clean up well." Sydney had the feeling she would have said that whether or not she came in a dress. Then, all of a sudden Alma pulled Jareth, just as a hand reached out and pulled Sydney. Jareth lost his grip on her and a crowd quickly separated them.
Looking up to see who grabbed her, Sydney saw a strikingly beautiful young woman in a bright yellow dress and a mask like a flower. Before any of them could say anything a half dozen other women converged over to them. Greeting Sydney and commenting her on her lovely dress. They introduced them selves, though Sydney knew she wasn't going to remember a single name. They giggled at her name, saying it was strange yet beautiful. They asked her about her life Aboveground and about her experience in the Labyrinth and how she felt about living with the King. Many seemed jealous of her, and Sydney found that very amusing. Almost as amusing as the array of accents they had. They all had English accents, but some were so much thicker than others, that Sydney could barely understand them.
She finally spotted Jareth on the other side of the room, he had a troop of men around him and they where laughing and taking, just like she was with the women. When he caught her looking at him he raised his wine glass and smiled at her. Apparently this was normal and he was not at all worried about her being on her own. A little more relaxed now, Sydney got in to the rhythm of the conversations. Thought she didn't know what most of them were talking about most of the time, Denu, the woman in the yellow dress, would explain much of it to her.
After a few minutes of talking the first group of women disappeared and another group took their spot, introducing themselves and the whole set of questions started all over again, though Denu never strayed from her side. This happened many times until Sydney thought for sure that she had talked to every single woman in the room. Then, as if on cue, all the women, even Denu, left her and a dozen or so men grouped up around her. They all bowed to her and introduced themselves, and struck up another conversation that was only slightly different than the women.
Struggling with the fact that she was the center of attention of theses gorgeous men, Sydney could hardly talk straight and kept to simple answers to their questions, and tried very hard not to blush.
Looking over she saw Jareth now with a whole flock of women around him. They were flirting shamelessly with him and he was flirting back. She swallowed the jealousy that had seeped into her, and struggled to not let it bother her. Thought Sydney didn't have anytime to dwell on this, for another troop of men surrounded her. They were talking for only a few minuets when a manservant walked by carrying a tray of wine glasses and every man around her took a glass. One particular handsome young looking man took two and handed one to her. {I'm sure that even with the masks, she could tell he was hot}
" A drink for the lady with the most brilliant green eyes any woman has ever had." He said . Sydney timidly took the glass from him and cursed at her self for blushing at his words. She didn't drink the wine, alcohol killed brain cells. Instead, she simply held it as she talked. Then suddenly there was a sound coming form the ceiling, looking up Sydney saw that there was a small balcony near the top of the room and an orchestra was there, tuning their instruments.
The men excused themselves and left to find a dancing partner, all but one. The young man that handed her the wine stayed behind.
"Looks to me that we are the only ones left." He said, a familiar arrogance sounded in his voice. Sydney was about to reply when a hand was placed on the young man's shoulder, and Jareth stepped up to them.
" Not quite." He said in a dangerous tone, a look of primitive possessiveness was in his eyes, causing Sydney's heart to speed up.
"Your Majesty" the young man bowed and backed away. Jareth reached out and took the wine glass from her hands.
"I hope you weren't drinking this." He said as he placed the glass on one of the tables that lined the walls.
" No I wasn't, Why?" She asked as Jareth walked her out to the dance floor.
" It's much to strong for you mortal blood," he said with a smile. He turned and the music started. All of a sudden they were dancing, Sydney hadn't even realized that they had reached the dance floor. She was so caught up in the fact that Jareth was back by her side, that she had completely ignored everything else.
Those who weren't dancing lined up against the walls and sat at the table and watched. Their King danced beautifully, and many just loved to watch, but the mortal, was dancing almost perfectly. Not as well as any of them of course, but extremely well considering she had only been here for four days.
One dance blended with the other, some slower some faster. But the whole time Sydney and Jareth hardly ever took their eyes off each other. Every once and a while Sydney would glance off but every time she looked back, Jareth locked his gaze on her. Sometimes she could hear him sing a few words to the music, {and no it's not the song he sang to Sarah in her dream, he has more class than that!} though the dance was just about the same and the basic rhythm, Jareth had new words for every song. The only thing that was different about the song was the instrument change and the tempo. Sydney was on cloud nine; the world shrank to only her and Jareth. The others in the room faded away and they were all alone with each other.
Suddenly, as they glided across the floor, Jareth changed direction to avoid a collision with another couple and the swift movement jerked Sydney out of her thoughts. She then noticed that almost everyone in the room was watching them. The eyes behind the masks stared at them intently, watching every move they made. Sydney grew nervous at their stares and missed a step and almost stumbled. Jareth balanced her quickly and continued dancing as though nothing happened.
" Sydney." He whispered. " Don't look at them, look at me, Sydney look at me."
Sydney stared straight into Jareth's eyes, but was not able to get the thought of them watching her out of her head. She could feel their eyes on her, burning holes into her back. She was no longer as confident as she was when she first started. But thankfully, right then the music stopped and the orchestra prepared for the next song. Sydney stepped away from Jareth, breathing as deep as she could to calm down. But the dress was restricting her and she could not catch her breath.
" Jareth.I think.I'm going to.sit this one out." She panted.
Jareth looked confused, " Why? You are doing fine."
" Gotta.catch my breath.I've danced one to many dances."
" Alright, if that's what you want?" He said as he guided her to a table. Sydney nodded and sat in a chair. Jareth had hardly taken three steps before he was surrounded with women asking him to dance with them.
Still breathing hard, Sydney watched the dancing from the chair and wondered if she was doing as well as they were, she doubted it.
" Sydney, why aren't you dancing with His Majesty?" Asked Denu, as she sat next to her.
" Just a.little tired." Sydney stated, glad now that she wasn't sitting alone.
Denu nodded, " Ah, I see. Listen do you want to come up to the second level with me, I would hate to leave you alone down here."
Sydney didn't want to be let alone at the moment, with many eyes still staring at her, so she agreed and slowly followed her up the staircase. Denu sat her down in one of the many chairs and excused her self for a moment, for she had just seen someone she needed to talk to, and she left Sydney alone. Looking over the railing Sydney easily spotted Jareth in the middle of the dance floor dancing with Alma. Jareth's cape and Alma's dress flared out around them as they turned sharply. They looked to be one dancer, as if they could read each other's thoughts and move as one perfect dancer. Sydney sighed, she knew that she didn't look like that when she danced with him.
Sydney felt the fingers of depression pulling at her, but she refused to fall. This was only a dance, soon she would be going home and she wouldn't have to worry about it any more. ' And I won't have do deal with these people looking at me.' She thought bitterly, as she looked to the next table beside her where a half a dozen masked people were watching her every move. When she looked at them, they did not turn a way or pretend that they were not staring. Instead they kept on looking at her and smiled when she turned to them. She never had much of a problem with large groups before, but now, with all the strange colored eyes of the goblins and the painfully attractive people of the Underground, she was finding herself wanting to be invisible.
Staring off at the dance floor, Sydney caught sight of something in the corner of her eye that made her blood run cold.
Jareth was bored, not that dancing was boring, but dancing with Alma was boring. He wanted to be with Sydney, she had been doing so well, but her eyes had started to wander and she caught sight of the crowd. He sighed again and looked over at Alma as a very slow dance started. She gave him the most seductive smile he had ever seen, though it did nothing to him. All he wanted was Sydney; he didn't care at all about the girl that was in his arms at the moment.
All of a sudden Jareth cringed in pain, because they were dancing so close to each other, Alma didn't notice. And she mistook is groan of pain as something else.{you decide ^_^}
" Why Jareth, have you grown tired of the mortal already?" She whispered in his ear, pulling him closer to her. Jareth couldn't answer. " I could always give you more than that mortal can. Besides she's so plain looking anyway. You should be with someone who is as beautiful as you are."
The pain slowly left Jareth, but he was so infuriated by Alma's words that he didn't look for Sydney right away. Instead he leaned in to whisper in her ear. " Alma, the only way you could get me to lay with you is if I was dead." He said calmly.
Shocked, Alma jerked back to look Jareth in the face. " W-what, but we use-"
"Our relationship has been over for centuries, you were to full of yourself, even for me." Jareth spat.
The white face the red nose the lime green hair, Sydney thought she saw a clown near the dance floor, and she just about screamed. But the tight lacing prevented her. ' Its not a clown, see it's just a mask do not get worked up' But it was too late, she needed air to calm down and her dress was refusing it. She tried to call for Jareth, she could see him talking to Alma on the dance floor. But every time she took a breath to call for him, she had to take another, and the words wouldn't form. She ripped off her mask and dropped it on the floor.
Air, she needed air. It was to crowded where she was, and she knew that many were watching her as she struggled to breath, taking loud, short gasps. Every breath pained her, her eyes watered and she felt like she was choking. { Oxygen starvation will do that to you}. Denu walked up to the table with a young man at her arms. She froze in her tracks at the sight of Sydney.
"Sydney are you alright? What is wrong?" She asked.
Sydney had to leave, to get out of the crowd, away from the eyes. Then for some reason Sydney was reminded of when she was suffocating in the sand in the Labyrinth only five days ago. How she wanted to be anywhere but there. Well now Sydney would rather have been there instead of here. She would have laughed at the irony, but the feeling of a car sitting on her chest prevented her. She stood up suddenly, wanting to leave, but the movement was too much for her oxygen starved body and her world went black, as she fainted.
No one expected her to faint, so when she did no one was close enough to catch her, and her head slammed against the stone floor.
***************************************************************** A/N Ooo gotta leave you hanging, for a little while, I don't want any death threats. * looks around suspiciously * nope I'll update tomorrow, cause I have some free time, So I hope you will review and let me know what you think and just how much you want the next chapter.
Bye ^_^x
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, don't sue.
What If Ii The Nightmare
By
Melissa aka Angle 1
"Where are we?" Sydney whispered as she gazed up at the castle like building in front of them.
" We're at Alma's home," Jareth said, he turned around, Sydney followed, " There's the Labyrinth over there." Jareth pointed in the distance. Sydney could see the large area that the Labyrinth took up, and she couldn't even make out Jareth's castle at all against the soft glowing light of the setting sun. They were extremely far away from home.
Sounds of the party could be heard from inside and Jareth took Sydney by the arm and lead her up the steps and in the wide open doors. As soon as they walked in they were greeted by a doorman who looked like he could be on the cover of any magazine he wanted.
' Gosh even the servants are just too beautiful.' Sydney thought with dread as he led them to the ballroom. They stood in the door way as another doorman, this one holding a large staff, greeted them, bowing low to Jareth. Sydney gazed in the large room noticing that there was no music playing or any dancing yet, the room was extremely large and empty, save a few table and chairs. A large staircase lead up to a second area that was full of tables and chairs and people where gathering around, some dinning some just talking.
Every one was dressed in bright and pale colors, of ever shade of the rainbow. Some women had on such large dressed that Sydney wondered how they even got though the doors. Some men where dressed in waistcoats, lace, and had walking sticks and they all would have looked very distinguished, if it were not for the fact that they all seemed haphazardly dressed.
Sydney also noticed that everyone was tall, lean and perfect in every way, just like Jareth. There was no way Sydney was going to fit in around them. Even with the masks on she could tell they were all fair. The doorman then turned to the room, when he did this Jareth quickly whispered to Sydney. " Now don't get scared or nervous."
" What, why?" but there was no time for him to answer because the doorman tapped his staff on the stone ground, creating an extremely loud noise. Every one in the room stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the new arrivals.
"His Royal Majesty, Jareth of the Goblins!" the doorman shouted. Every on in the room bowed or curtsied low and murmured " Your Majesty" in greeting, then turned back to what they were doing.
" Well that wasn't so bad." He whispered to her, as they started down the steps to join them. Sydney only nodded her head, too shocked at all the eyes that had stared at her, to do any thing else. " Uh Jareth, this is probably a bad time to say this but.I think I have a bit of a social anxiety problem."
"What!" Jareth said sharply turning to look at her.
" Just around people, I can live with the goblins but around all theses beautiful people.." But nothing could be said further on the subject because just then a woman rushed up and bowed low to them.
" Your Majesty, I'm so happy you arrived." Behind the mask Sydney figured that from the overly happy voice that it had to be Alma. " And my, Sydney, you do clean up well." Sydney had the feeling she would have said that whether or not she came in a dress. Then, all of a sudden Alma pulled Jareth, just as a hand reached out and pulled Sydney. Jareth lost his grip on her and a crowd quickly separated them.
Looking up to see who grabbed her, Sydney saw a strikingly beautiful young woman in a bright yellow dress and a mask like a flower. Before any of them could say anything a half dozen other women converged over to them. Greeting Sydney and commenting her on her lovely dress. They introduced them selves, though Sydney knew she wasn't going to remember a single name. They giggled at her name, saying it was strange yet beautiful. They asked her about her life Aboveground and about her experience in the Labyrinth and how she felt about living with the King. Many seemed jealous of her, and Sydney found that very amusing. Almost as amusing as the array of accents they had. They all had English accents, but some were so much thicker than others, that Sydney could barely understand them.
She finally spotted Jareth on the other side of the room, he had a troop of men around him and they where laughing and taking, just like she was with the women. When he caught her looking at him he raised his wine glass and smiled at her. Apparently this was normal and he was not at all worried about her being on her own. A little more relaxed now, Sydney got in to the rhythm of the conversations. Thought she didn't know what most of them were talking about most of the time, Denu, the woman in the yellow dress, would explain much of it to her.
After a few minutes of talking the first group of women disappeared and another group took their spot, introducing themselves and the whole set of questions started all over again, though Denu never strayed from her side. This happened many times until Sydney thought for sure that she had talked to every single woman in the room. Then, as if on cue, all the women, even Denu, left her and a dozen or so men grouped up around her. They all bowed to her and introduced themselves, and struck up another conversation that was only slightly different than the women.
Struggling with the fact that she was the center of attention of theses gorgeous men, Sydney could hardly talk straight and kept to simple answers to their questions, and tried very hard not to blush.
Looking over she saw Jareth now with a whole flock of women around him. They were flirting shamelessly with him and he was flirting back. She swallowed the jealousy that had seeped into her, and struggled to not let it bother her. Thought Sydney didn't have anytime to dwell on this, for another troop of men surrounded her. They were talking for only a few minuets when a manservant walked by carrying a tray of wine glasses and every man around her took a glass. One particular handsome young looking man took two and handed one to her. {I'm sure that even with the masks, she could tell he was hot}
" A drink for the lady with the most brilliant green eyes any woman has ever had." He said . Sydney timidly took the glass from him and cursed at her self for blushing at his words. She didn't drink the wine, alcohol killed brain cells. Instead, she simply held it as she talked. Then suddenly there was a sound coming form the ceiling, looking up Sydney saw that there was a small balcony near the top of the room and an orchestra was there, tuning their instruments.
The men excused themselves and left to find a dancing partner, all but one. The young man that handed her the wine stayed behind.
"Looks to me that we are the only ones left." He said, a familiar arrogance sounded in his voice. Sydney was about to reply when a hand was placed on the young man's shoulder, and Jareth stepped up to them.
" Not quite." He said in a dangerous tone, a look of primitive possessiveness was in his eyes, causing Sydney's heart to speed up.
"Your Majesty" the young man bowed and backed away. Jareth reached out and took the wine glass from her hands.
"I hope you weren't drinking this." He said as he placed the glass on one of the tables that lined the walls.
" No I wasn't, Why?" She asked as Jareth walked her out to the dance floor.
" It's much to strong for you mortal blood," he said with a smile. He turned and the music started. All of a sudden they were dancing, Sydney hadn't even realized that they had reached the dance floor. She was so caught up in the fact that Jareth was back by her side, that she had completely ignored everything else.
Those who weren't dancing lined up against the walls and sat at the table and watched. Their King danced beautifully, and many just loved to watch, but the mortal, was dancing almost perfectly. Not as well as any of them of course, but extremely well considering she had only been here for four days.
One dance blended with the other, some slower some faster. But the whole time Sydney and Jareth hardly ever took their eyes off each other. Every once and a while Sydney would glance off but every time she looked back, Jareth locked his gaze on her. Sometimes she could hear him sing a few words to the music, {and no it's not the song he sang to Sarah in her dream, he has more class than that!} though the dance was just about the same and the basic rhythm, Jareth had new words for every song. The only thing that was different about the song was the instrument change and the tempo. Sydney was on cloud nine; the world shrank to only her and Jareth. The others in the room faded away and they were all alone with each other.
Suddenly, as they glided across the floor, Jareth changed direction to avoid a collision with another couple and the swift movement jerked Sydney out of her thoughts. She then noticed that almost everyone in the room was watching them. The eyes behind the masks stared at them intently, watching every move they made. Sydney grew nervous at their stares and missed a step and almost stumbled. Jareth balanced her quickly and continued dancing as though nothing happened.
" Sydney." He whispered. " Don't look at them, look at me, Sydney look at me."
Sydney stared straight into Jareth's eyes, but was not able to get the thought of them watching her out of her head. She could feel their eyes on her, burning holes into her back. She was no longer as confident as she was when she first started. But thankfully, right then the music stopped and the orchestra prepared for the next song. Sydney stepped away from Jareth, breathing as deep as she could to calm down. But the dress was restricting her and she could not catch her breath.
" Jareth.I think.I'm going to.sit this one out." She panted.
Jareth looked confused, " Why? You are doing fine."
" Gotta.catch my breath.I've danced one to many dances."
" Alright, if that's what you want?" He said as he guided her to a table. Sydney nodded and sat in a chair. Jareth had hardly taken three steps before he was surrounded with women asking him to dance with them.
Still breathing hard, Sydney watched the dancing from the chair and wondered if she was doing as well as they were, she doubted it.
" Sydney, why aren't you dancing with His Majesty?" Asked Denu, as she sat next to her.
" Just a.little tired." Sydney stated, glad now that she wasn't sitting alone.
Denu nodded, " Ah, I see. Listen do you want to come up to the second level with me, I would hate to leave you alone down here."
Sydney didn't want to be let alone at the moment, with many eyes still staring at her, so she agreed and slowly followed her up the staircase. Denu sat her down in one of the many chairs and excused her self for a moment, for she had just seen someone she needed to talk to, and she left Sydney alone. Looking over the railing Sydney easily spotted Jareth in the middle of the dance floor dancing with Alma. Jareth's cape and Alma's dress flared out around them as they turned sharply. They looked to be one dancer, as if they could read each other's thoughts and move as one perfect dancer. Sydney sighed, she knew that she didn't look like that when she danced with him.
Sydney felt the fingers of depression pulling at her, but she refused to fall. This was only a dance, soon she would be going home and she wouldn't have to worry about it any more. ' And I won't have do deal with these people looking at me.' She thought bitterly, as she looked to the next table beside her where a half a dozen masked people were watching her every move. When she looked at them, they did not turn a way or pretend that they were not staring. Instead they kept on looking at her and smiled when she turned to them. She never had much of a problem with large groups before, but now, with all the strange colored eyes of the goblins and the painfully attractive people of the Underground, she was finding herself wanting to be invisible.
Staring off at the dance floor, Sydney caught sight of something in the corner of her eye that made her blood run cold.
Jareth was bored, not that dancing was boring, but dancing with Alma was boring. He wanted to be with Sydney, she had been doing so well, but her eyes had started to wander and she caught sight of the crowd. He sighed again and looked over at Alma as a very slow dance started. She gave him the most seductive smile he had ever seen, though it did nothing to him. All he wanted was Sydney; he didn't care at all about the girl that was in his arms at the moment.
All of a sudden Jareth cringed in pain, because they were dancing so close to each other, Alma didn't notice. And she mistook is groan of pain as something else.{you decide ^_^}
" Why Jareth, have you grown tired of the mortal already?" She whispered in his ear, pulling him closer to her. Jareth couldn't answer. " I could always give you more than that mortal can. Besides she's so plain looking anyway. You should be with someone who is as beautiful as you are."
The pain slowly left Jareth, but he was so infuriated by Alma's words that he didn't look for Sydney right away. Instead he leaned in to whisper in her ear. " Alma, the only way you could get me to lay with you is if I was dead." He said calmly.
Shocked, Alma jerked back to look Jareth in the face. " W-what, but we use-"
"Our relationship has been over for centuries, you were to full of yourself, even for me." Jareth spat.
The white face the red nose the lime green hair, Sydney thought she saw a clown near the dance floor, and she just about screamed. But the tight lacing prevented her. ' Its not a clown, see it's just a mask do not get worked up' But it was too late, she needed air to calm down and her dress was refusing it. She tried to call for Jareth, she could see him talking to Alma on the dance floor. But every time she took a breath to call for him, she had to take another, and the words wouldn't form. She ripped off her mask and dropped it on the floor.
Air, she needed air. It was to crowded where she was, and she knew that many were watching her as she struggled to breath, taking loud, short gasps. Every breath pained her, her eyes watered and she felt like she was choking. { Oxygen starvation will do that to you}. Denu walked up to the table with a young man at her arms. She froze in her tracks at the sight of Sydney.
"Sydney are you alright? What is wrong?" She asked.
Sydney had to leave, to get out of the crowd, away from the eyes. Then for some reason Sydney was reminded of when she was suffocating in the sand in the Labyrinth only five days ago. How she wanted to be anywhere but there. Well now Sydney would rather have been there instead of here. She would have laughed at the irony, but the feeling of a car sitting on her chest prevented her. She stood up suddenly, wanting to leave, but the movement was too much for her oxygen starved body and her world went black, as she fainted.
No one expected her to faint, so when she did no one was close enough to catch her, and her head slammed against the stone floor.
***************************************************************** A/N Ooo gotta leave you hanging, for a little while, I don't want any death threats. * looks around suspiciously * nope I'll update tomorrow, cause I have some free time, So I hope you will review and let me know what you think and just how much you want the next chapter.
Bye ^_^x