Title: Spoils of the Hunt
Author: Arianne
Rating: R
Standard Disclaimers Apply: I own nothing:(
Chapter Three: Temper, Temper (3/15/04)
"Bastard!" Sarah screamed as she scrambled to pull the traitorous sheet back up. She ran over to the door and grabbed the elaborate handle, yanking on it with all of her might. "LET ME OUT.....SEND ME THE HELL HOME! You arrogant self-absorbed controlling SON-OF-A-BITCH, I know you can hear me, you fucking RAT," Sarah yelled as she pounded on the heavy wooden door with all of her might.
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"My, My, the lady certainly does have a temper, really, and such language" Jareth said to the two rather large royal goblin guards on either side of his chamber door, in mock mortification at Sarah's fit of rage. "See to it that she does not leave my chambers."
The guards bowed to their liege as he turned and strode down the hall, laughing as he heard Sarah's angry expletives echo off of the stonewall.
Yes, things in the Underground were definitely going to be more interesting now that Jareth had his little mortal back.
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Sarah turned around and threw her back against the door with a huff. 'Damned goblin king, dam him all to hell, its just not fair' she thought as she slid down the door. She wanted to scream some more, but her throat hurt. Damn him. And to think at one time she actually considered his offer, even had a crush on him.
Sarah dwelled on these random thoughts, while hugging her knees to her chest. Why was he doing this? What did he mean, did the goblin king actually think that he owned her? This was way too much for Sarah, and dwelling on these things was most definitely not getting her anywhere.
"I need to get the hell out of this place, but first thing first....clothing," Sarah mumbled as she pulled herself up off of the floor and surveyed the room for any evidence of something to wear.
Sarah was awed by the shear opulence of the room that surrounded her. Rich tapestries depicting fantastical, warring beasts that even Sarah, with all of her knowledge of fantasy could not even begin to name adorned many of the walls.
Above the black marble fireplace, carved directly into the very stone was the strange symbol that the goblin king wore. The one that hung in the middle of his chest.....not, that Sarah had ever realllly looked at his chest. At least that is what she tried to tell herself as she continued to scan the room for clothing, and a means of escape.
'Didn't Jareth understand, she was only fifteen when she wished Toby away! How was a bratty fifteen year old to know there would be consequences for defying the king of the goblins? The Labyrinth was a challenge, a game, something to overcome, or was it?' she thought as she looked back at the imposing bed.
Sarah jumped in surprise to see her clothing draped over the foot of the four-poster monstrosity. Tugging the sheet tightly around her, she climbed up the dais to retrieve her wayward clothing. As Sarah picked up her clothes she noticed they were no longer mud splattered, and gave a sigh of relief. It was obvious the goblin king did not want a dirty captive mucking up his bedroom.
Looking around to make sure no one was within the room, Sarah was ready to drop the sheet and dress, but she still felt "his" presence all around-almost as if he were watching her. 'Weird', Sarah thought as she drew the sheet up in a tent like manner and struggled into her clothing.
When she finished Sarah sat on one of the dais steps and rested her chin on her knees, hugging her arms protectively around her legs. Sarah shut her eyes as she contemplated her last visit to Jareth's twisted world.
He said so many terrifyingly wonderful things to her last time, but to a fifteen year old those things were almost as frightening as the thought of loosing her brother. Sarah sighted heavily, 'doesn't he understand, I was too young, too caught up in "the role". Maybe, if I can just make him understand that it wasn't about him. It was about righting a wrong.'
Oh, sure Sarah had wanted to give into Jareth, but knew she would never have been able to live with herself. Jareth and his Labyrinth had forced her to grow up and take responsibility for her actions. Yes, after her adventure Sarah had gone into a deep depression, after all it is just not any day a girl has to turn down her dream man. Jareth had been Sarah's first crush, and a hard crush it was.
Damn him. She should have known that Jareth would eventually show back up in her life, especially after Hoggle's warning.
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It was a week after Sarah and Toby had returned from the Labyrinth. Sarah sat on her bed trying to calm a rather agitated Hoggle down. "yus don'ts understands missy, it's that rat, Jareth. He's mad, really mad."
"But Hoggle, we defeated him, we won, he can't hurt us, " Sarah said as she patted Hoggle's shoulder."
"Coor, Sarah, you just don'ts understands. Ludo, Diddymus-we committed treason by helping you, and if we keep coming here it will be bad...really bad. I'm afraid that if wes keeps visiting you, he will pull you back into the Underground. I know he is up to somethin," Hoggle said while shaking his head.
"Wh...what do you mean? Up to something, He won't hurt you because of me, will he?" asked Sarah with a look of intense worry on her young face.
"Remember when I told ya that, even if you gets to the center of the Labyrinth, you'll never gets back out again? Well, you struck a bargain with a very powerful fae lord Sarah, and in the Aboveground no less...your bound to him," said Hoggle as he tried to avoid Sarah's question about Jareth possibly hurting him and her other friends.
"He won't really try and get me, will he?" Sarah said as she began to pace around her room. "He better not try, and he better not hurt my friends, or, or, we'll find some way to beat him at his own game, again, the goblin king has no power over me!" She declared confidently with her hands on her hips.
"Little Lady, remember nothings as it seems-do ya really think that ya defeated the Goblin King? Hoggle shook his head. "I hasta go Sarah, remember, do not call on us, unless the rat shows up."
"Oh Hoggle," Said Sarah as she ran over and tearfully said goodbye to her friend. "I'm going to miss you."
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God, she had been so childish back then. Hoggle tried to explain things to her and to warn her, but she was so full of herself. Ah, the ignorant bliss of youth. Damn. Sarah hoped that her friends were all right. After Hoggle's warning she never called upon them again for fear of bringing Jareth back into her life, and to keep her friends safe.
Sarah always knew that she and Jareth would cross paths again...it was just a matter of time. After all Sarah always had a funny feeling that she was being watched, and she knew that Jareth wasn't a good looser. She had even done some reading up on the fae. Which did nothing to change that opinion.
Shit.
She needed to find a way out, but it seemed there was one major obstacle...Jareth, The Goblin King.
Damn.
Author: Arianne
Rating: R
Standard Disclaimers Apply: I own nothing:(
Chapter Three: Temper, Temper (3/15/04)
"Bastard!" Sarah screamed as she scrambled to pull the traitorous sheet back up. She ran over to the door and grabbed the elaborate handle, yanking on it with all of her might. "LET ME OUT.....SEND ME THE HELL HOME! You arrogant self-absorbed controlling SON-OF-A-BITCH, I know you can hear me, you fucking RAT," Sarah yelled as she pounded on the heavy wooden door with all of her might.
-----------------------------
"My, My, the lady certainly does have a temper, really, and such language" Jareth said to the two rather large royal goblin guards on either side of his chamber door, in mock mortification at Sarah's fit of rage. "See to it that she does not leave my chambers."
The guards bowed to their liege as he turned and strode down the hall, laughing as he heard Sarah's angry expletives echo off of the stonewall.
Yes, things in the Underground were definitely going to be more interesting now that Jareth had his little mortal back.
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Sarah turned around and threw her back against the door with a huff. 'Damned goblin king, dam him all to hell, its just not fair' she thought as she slid down the door. She wanted to scream some more, but her throat hurt. Damn him. And to think at one time she actually considered his offer, even had a crush on him.
Sarah dwelled on these random thoughts, while hugging her knees to her chest. Why was he doing this? What did he mean, did the goblin king actually think that he owned her? This was way too much for Sarah, and dwelling on these things was most definitely not getting her anywhere.
"I need to get the hell out of this place, but first thing first....clothing," Sarah mumbled as she pulled herself up off of the floor and surveyed the room for any evidence of something to wear.
Sarah was awed by the shear opulence of the room that surrounded her. Rich tapestries depicting fantastical, warring beasts that even Sarah, with all of her knowledge of fantasy could not even begin to name adorned many of the walls.
Above the black marble fireplace, carved directly into the very stone was the strange symbol that the goblin king wore. The one that hung in the middle of his chest.....not, that Sarah had ever realllly looked at his chest. At least that is what she tried to tell herself as she continued to scan the room for clothing, and a means of escape.
'Didn't Jareth understand, she was only fifteen when she wished Toby away! How was a bratty fifteen year old to know there would be consequences for defying the king of the goblins? The Labyrinth was a challenge, a game, something to overcome, or was it?' she thought as she looked back at the imposing bed.
Sarah jumped in surprise to see her clothing draped over the foot of the four-poster monstrosity. Tugging the sheet tightly around her, she climbed up the dais to retrieve her wayward clothing. As Sarah picked up her clothes she noticed they were no longer mud splattered, and gave a sigh of relief. It was obvious the goblin king did not want a dirty captive mucking up his bedroom.
Looking around to make sure no one was within the room, Sarah was ready to drop the sheet and dress, but she still felt "his" presence all around-almost as if he were watching her. 'Weird', Sarah thought as she drew the sheet up in a tent like manner and struggled into her clothing.
When she finished Sarah sat on one of the dais steps and rested her chin on her knees, hugging her arms protectively around her legs. Sarah shut her eyes as she contemplated her last visit to Jareth's twisted world.
He said so many terrifyingly wonderful things to her last time, but to a fifteen year old those things were almost as frightening as the thought of loosing her brother. Sarah sighted heavily, 'doesn't he understand, I was too young, too caught up in "the role". Maybe, if I can just make him understand that it wasn't about him. It was about righting a wrong.'
Oh, sure Sarah had wanted to give into Jareth, but knew she would never have been able to live with herself. Jareth and his Labyrinth had forced her to grow up and take responsibility for her actions. Yes, after her adventure Sarah had gone into a deep depression, after all it is just not any day a girl has to turn down her dream man. Jareth had been Sarah's first crush, and a hard crush it was.
Damn him. She should have known that Jareth would eventually show back up in her life, especially after Hoggle's warning.
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It was a week after Sarah and Toby had returned from the Labyrinth. Sarah sat on her bed trying to calm a rather agitated Hoggle down. "yus don'ts understands missy, it's that rat, Jareth. He's mad, really mad."
"But Hoggle, we defeated him, we won, he can't hurt us, " Sarah said as she patted Hoggle's shoulder."
"Coor, Sarah, you just don'ts understands. Ludo, Diddymus-we committed treason by helping you, and if we keep coming here it will be bad...really bad. I'm afraid that if wes keeps visiting you, he will pull you back into the Underground. I know he is up to somethin," Hoggle said while shaking his head.
"Wh...what do you mean? Up to something, He won't hurt you because of me, will he?" asked Sarah with a look of intense worry on her young face.
"Remember when I told ya that, even if you gets to the center of the Labyrinth, you'll never gets back out again? Well, you struck a bargain with a very powerful fae lord Sarah, and in the Aboveground no less...your bound to him," said Hoggle as he tried to avoid Sarah's question about Jareth possibly hurting him and her other friends.
"He won't really try and get me, will he?" Sarah said as she began to pace around her room. "He better not try, and he better not hurt my friends, or, or, we'll find some way to beat him at his own game, again, the goblin king has no power over me!" She declared confidently with her hands on her hips.
"Little Lady, remember nothings as it seems-do ya really think that ya defeated the Goblin King? Hoggle shook his head. "I hasta go Sarah, remember, do not call on us, unless the rat shows up."
"Oh Hoggle," Said Sarah as she ran over and tearfully said goodbye to her friend. "I'm going to miss you."
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God, she had been so childish back then. Hoggle tried to explain things to her and to warn her, but she was so full of herself. Ah, the ignorant bliss of youth. Damn. Sarah hoped that her friends were all right. After Hoggle's warning she never called upon them again for fear of bringing Jareth back into her life, and to keep her friends safe.
Sarah always knew that she and Jareth would cross paths again...it was just a matter of time. After all Sarah always had a funny feeling that she was being watched, and she knew that Jareth wasn't a good looser. She had even done some reading up on the fae. Which did nothing to change that opinion.
Shit.
She needed to find a way out, but it seemed there was one major obstacle...Jareth, The Goblin King.
Damn.