I don't own the Laby… yada yada yada
Don't sue me
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Elyssa stalked furiously down the hall, fuming at Jareth's rude dismissal. Stopping by an open window overlooking the darkened Labyrinth, she raised her hand, preparing to pelt Jareth's peach out the window. A voice whispered into her ear just as she pulled back. I wouldn't do that if I were you… Elyssa whirled around fists raised, ready to finally throw down and kick some goblin butt. She was shocked to see that the hall was still completely empty. Shaking her head in disgust, Elyssa grimly walked down the hallway, the sound of Jareth's mocking laughter following.
I'm really starting to hate this guy, she thought bitterly. She slammed the door to her bedchamber shut as hard as she could. Once inside, Elyssa sunk immediately into a chair, slumping her shoulders in defeat. "I can't fight him, no matter how much I want to," she whispered, fighting back tears of frustration. "Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?" She glared despondently at the peach, resisting the urge to chuck it at the wall. "I can't stand losing control!" And that's the issue, she realized. I hate him because he has control of everything… my situation, even my reactions.
Closing her eyes, she tried to think of something else – anything else to calm her troubled mind. Thinking of Michael only made her heart hurt with a dull ache. Thoughts of Marcus made her cheeks burn with shame. I can't even apologize… Oh Marcus, I'm so sorry, and you'll never even know…
"I give up," she muttered. Grabbing the peach, she gingerly took a bite. Elyssa munched thoughtfully as she wriggled out of her clothing and into a lacy nightgown. Mmm… this peach isn't half-bad… A calmness settled over her soul as she leaned over to snuff out the candles guttering along the wall. Pale moonlight filtered into the tall windows softly illuminating the darkness. Maybe, I'm just making a big deal out of… Elyssa's eyes widened in shock as a powerful wave of dizziness washed over her. Her arms and legs felt leaden, and she was overwhelmed with a sense of lethargy so powerful, Elyssa almost fell where she stood. "What the…" she whispered, the effort of speaking through her swimming head was almost more than she could muster. Struggling, she maneuvered towards the bed, barely making it before collapsing. Laying helplessly on her back, comprehension exploded in her mind. "Damnit, the peach… That bastard poisoned the peach…" Elyssa struggled with all her might to stay conscious, her desperate mind thrusting back into memory. As she succumbed helplessly to the dreamworld, Elyssa whispered her last waking thought. "Father…."