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Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Hugs and kisses, ya'll!
::Morgan::
::As The Story Unfolds::
~I Can't Ever Leave You~
* *You Can Lean On Me* *
School was boring, as usual.
Sarah sat in the back of the classroom, her hand on her aching head. She wasn't feeling well that day either. Her step-mother had told her it was because she had been spending too much time reading and writing and not enough sleeping or eating. But Sarah's step-mother just didn't understand her at all.
It was raining again, but still only lightly. The sun was shining brightly and it didn't help her headache the slightest. Sarah's least favorite teacher, Ms. Payne, and elderly old woman that was practically deaf, was standing front of the class, lecturing them on their behavior with the substitute the past day. Sarah was on the verge of falling asleep, but Kim called to her.
"Psssst," Sarah looked over to her right, and saw Kim throw her a note from two seats down. Luckily, she caught it and opened the folded piece of paper.
Sarah, what was wrong with David? What did he do? Dis one of your favorite books or something? Well, if you want to try another boy, circle yes or no. Later, Kimmy. P.S. I changed my machine message for you!
Sarah quickly circled no on the note, folded it back up, and tossed it back over to Kim while staring at Ms. Payne to make sure she was faced the other way.
Ms. Payne was a horrid Language Arts teacher. L.A. had once been Sarah's favorite subject; but Ms. Payne had ruined it. She was older than old, she was ancient. The drones of her class were occasionally too much for Sarah to bare, so she was allowed to take special trips to the libaray and stay there for the entire period.
"Hey," the tall boy infront of Sarah called.
"What, Jamar?" She asked.
"Do you have last night's-"
"Sarah! Jamar!" Ms. Payne called sharply. Sarah groaned quietly. "What is this? I do believe that I am the teacher here. And I also believe that you, Jamar, should be listening to this lecture because you were one of the students that misbehaved when Mr. Tornyo was here yesterday."
"Sarah wasn't," Jamar defended. "She didn't even say one word the whole period."
"Well, she's talking now, isn't she?"
Sarah put her head on her desk, the coolness soothing her head only momentarily. She wanted Ms. Payne to shut up. Dear God, make her shut up.
"Sarah!" Ms. Payne yelled shrilly. "Am I boring you?"
"Ms. Payne," Sarah said, not removing her head from her desk in the fear that her headache would become worse, "If your going to give me a detention, give me one. I have a really bad headache and as soon as your pointless lecture is through, I'd be much obliged if you signed me a pass to the nurse's office."
Ms. Payne look astounded that Sarah had actually taken back to her. She was usually such a quiet student, but her head hurt so much that all she wanted to do was scream. "Sarah," Ms. Payne began, "Give me your agenda, and I'll sign you a pass to Ms. Nichols."
* * *
Jareth titled the black hat low, trying to be sure that he wouldn't stand out among the large group of people on the crowded subway. The train shifted into a right tunnel, turning slightly and causing a young woman to fall onto his shoulder, causing Sarah to fall onto his broad shoulder. He disguised his voice easily, "Are you okay?"
Sarah smiled, a way she had never smiled before. Her heart gave a sudden tug, almost as if a rope was around it, torwards this pale man with the black hat. "I'm fine. Thanks." She clutched her heart, pushing down on it a bit with her fingertips. It was almost as if she could feel the string bound to it. It was almost as if she could feel the string that bound her to Jareth. "What's wrong with me?" She muttered as she dropped her purse. Bending down to reclaim it, Jareth had already handed it to her.
"Your purse," He said, smiling at her and flashing his perfectly white teeth. Sarah smiled too, truly. "What is your name?" He asked, although he was absolutely aware of who the beautiful young woman was.
"I'm Sarah," She replied, "Who are you?"
"I am-" Jareth cleared his throat. He knew it was impossible for him to lie to Sarah. Pulling his hat off and revealing his spiked blonde hair, he half smiled, half grimaced, at the look of surprise, somewhat unwanted on Sarah's face.
Sarah would have plummeted down on the brittle, ancient woman sitting behind her had Jareth not swiftly caught her with his cat-like reflexes. "Ja-Jareth," She muttered breathlessly, her voice quivering slightly from her shock. Momentarily, she enjoyed the feeling of saftey she recived from being held in his arms. Suddenly feeling amazingly angery, Sarah quickly pulled away, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Jareth began stroking Sarah's ivory face, enjoying it's warmth, but Sarah stepped hesitantly back. Feeling hurt but also extremly aggravated, the Goblin King spoke, "Why do you hate me, Sarah? Why do you despise me, my love, after all I have done for you?"
She turned away, not being able to bear the look of hurt in his mitch-matched eyes. "I-I don't know why your here," was all she was able to say. And it hurt not being able to say anything else.
Impatiently, Jareth seized her elbow, and she tried to pull away but his grip began tight and he refused to let go. "Why?" he asked, "Why don't you love me?!" It was more of a demand than a question.
"I don't know," Sarah replied. It was true. She did not know why she didn't like Jareth.
"Do you know-" Jareth lost his voice for a moment. It was hard to let his emotions go. He almost shuddered as the words passed his lips, "Do you know that I lo-love you?"
Water arose in Sarah's eyes, but she said nothing nor looked at Jareth. Sick of waiting for her answer, Jareth almost drug her to him with his overwhelming strength and kissed her fiercely like a bloodthristy creature in a desperate attempt to convince her that they both loved eachother genuinly. But when he realized it was futile, he shoved a flawless crystal into her hands and stared into her eyes, his own trembling slightly and drowned angst; his heart roaring "I love you," and "I curse you," at once. "When you are ready," Jareth began, sounding as if it hurt him to talk, "Call me, and I will come for you."
And without another word, he vanished into the monsterous crowd and left Sarah alone, detached from the world depsite all the people that clung to her on the crammed subway, holding the pulchritudinous crystal in her convulsing hand, yearning for Jareth's hard kiss and at the same time hating it and hating him, Sarah wept inspite of herself.
* * *
Storming into his palace and shoving golbins out of his way furiously, Jareth went into his room and slammed the door. There were no words to describe how he felt. So many feelings were whirling inside of him and he dared not open his mouth to yell or roar in anger from the fear that they would fly out.
What was it about him that Sarah didn't like? Jareth looked at his hands and then looked into a mirror on his door. Was it his hair? No, he decided finally, Sarah was not the kind of person that would judge a person me by their physical appearance. Jareth smiled as he remembered when he had taken the form of the taxi driver that day and asked her out. He laughed slightly. Well, maybe she had judged one person for their physical appearance, but only one.
Jareth suddenly remembered something. It was not his appearance at all. It was the fact that he was evil, or at least half evil. But there's nothing I can do to change that, he thought hopelessly.
Looking down at the ring with a symbol for the Labyrinth embedded in it, Jareth knew what he had to do to win Sarah's love. He had to become a mortal. For Sarah to love Jareth without him forcing her or putting her under a spell, Jareth had to give up his title of Goblin King and remove his family ring that he had worn practically all his life.
But could Jareth do that? The goblins were his people and they had depended on him all their lives. Well, Jareth thought, Now that the peace treaty is signed, things should go smoothly. For a while he decided that he would give the ring up, but that was before Hoggle rushed in the dark room and told the Goblin King that the goblins were rebelling.
* * *
Sarah gazed admiringly at the flawless crystal, her eyes absorbing every inch of it's obvious beauty. She rotated it in her fingertips lovingly, almost as if it were a soft newborn kitten, and it glinted form the dim light of the setting sun. It was precious to her, this gleaming treasure. Not because it was simply pretty, but because it had been a parting gift from Jareth.
Magnificently gorgeous Jareth. For a moment, but only for a single moment, Sarah seriously considered summoning him. But just as quickly as the thought crept into her mind, she dismissed it. For some absurd reason, Sarah didn't entirely desire Jareth the way he yearned for her. She wasn't able to determine the precise reason hy she didn't completely demand for him to be with her, but she could only infer that it was the fact that he was so moody. Jareth could be romantic and generous at one moment, and the merciless, heartless, and even evil at the next.
Sarah knew, of course, that it was not at all Jareth's fault that he was so temperamental. He was born for no other reason than to be the Goblin King. Jareth would be destined to live a lonely life, only to defend his people fearlessly ands when his rein was over, impregnate a woman he had met only once before to bear his heir.
Sarah stared deeply into the glorious crystal, only to look away as Jareth's face slowly faded in. His grey and blue eyes seemed to gaze into her own. It scared her, but at the same time she liked it.
Putting the crystal down on her desk, Toby let out a piercing scream and Sarah ran to his room automatically. "Toby!" She cried when she reached the doorway.
The startled Karen, who had been leaning over Toby, turned to Sarah quickly, "Oh, I'm glad you're here." Karen moved back to the wailing Toby, struggling to fit him into a baby blue shirt. "I can't get this thing on him."
Sarah let air out of her pale cheeks irritably, "Jesus, Karen." She said, nudging her step-mother out of her way with her elbow as she reached out for Toby. As soon as he saw his step-sister, his cries ceased.
"Sarwah," he said adorably. Smiling, Sarah took Toby into her arms and jiggled him, making Toby affectionately squeal and giggle. She pulled his shirt down do that it overlapped his sweat pants, and began to leave the small room.
"Sarah," Karen started lightly, setting her hand on Sarah's shoulder, "You look pale, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she answered shortly.
"Good!" Karen exclaimed, all concern drained from her voice, "Your father and I are going out tonight-"
"For what? You quit your lame job so your celebrating?" Sarah interrupted, walking into the small living room and setting Toby on the soft carpet beside a variety of toys.
"No," Karen said, sounding taken aback as she followed Sarah into the kitchen and closed the wooden baby gate behind her. "It's out anniversary and we wanted to know if you could watch Toby while we go to dinner for a few hours."
Sarah opened a box of Capn' Crunch and poured it into a chipped bowl. She didn't mind watching Toby, but she hated doing free favors for Karen. "Whatever. But you and my father had better be back by eleven."
Karen practically leaped for joy and grabbed a fur coat her husband had just bought her yesterday from the coat hanger. Sarah had always wanted a fur coat, and told her father so. But he instead gave one to Karen for no reason at all. "Your dad's waiting in the car; I promise we'll be back by eleven. Bye, shoonkums." She said to Toby as she leaned forward to kiss him goodbye, but he squirmed away from her like she was a stranger. Karen looked disappointed and angry, but left the house nevertheless.
"That's what you get for ignoring him for so long, bitch." Sarah said dully inbetween her spoonfuls of cereal. It seemed that ever since Toby had been captured by Jareth last year, Toby had favored her. He didn't want anyone but Sarah.
That was something Toby ans Jareth both had in common.
Thanks apie: I think I shall update!
Thank you Paige Smith0: Thanks! Did you really think the story was fantastic?
Arwen Nenya: I love your story, too!
Desert Willow: I'm glad you like my story and I love your name!
Chi Yagami: Your right, I do love Labyrinth!
Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Hugs and kisses, ya'll!
::Morgan::
::As The Story Unfolds::
~I Can't Ever Leave You~
* *You Can Lean On Me* *
School was boring, as usual.
Sarah sat in the back of the classroom, her hand on her aching head. She wasn't feeling well that day either. Her step-mother had told her it was because she had been spending too much time reading and writing and not enough sleeping or eating. But Sarah's step-mother just didn't understand her at all.
It was raining again, but still only lightly. The sun was shining brightly and it didn't help her headache the slightest. Sarah's least favorite teacher, Ms. Payne, and elderly old woman that was practically deaf, was standing front of the class, lecturing them on their behavior with the substitute the past day. Sarah was on the verge of falling asleep, but Kim called to her.
"Psssst," Sarah looked over to her right, and saw Kim throw her a note from two seats down. Luckily, she caught it and opened the folded piece of paper.
Sarah, what was wrong with David? What did he do? Dis one of your favorite books or something? Well, if you want to try another boy, circle yes or no. Later, Kimmy. P.S. I changed my machine message for you!
Sarah quickly circled no on the note, folded it back up, and tossed it back over to Kim while staring at Ms. Payne to make sure she was faced the other way.
Ms. Payne was a horrid Language Arts teacher. L.A. had once been Sarah's favorite subject; but Ms. Payne had ruined it. She was older than old, she was ancient. The drones of her class were occasionally too much for Sarah to bare, so she was allowed to take special trips to the libaray and stay there for the entire period.
"Hey," the tall boy infront of Sarah called.
"What, Jamar?" She asked.
"Do you have last night's-"
"Sarah! Jamar!" Ms. Payne called sharply. Sarah groaned quietly. "What is this? I do believe that I am the teacher here. And I also believe that you, Jamar, should be listening to this lecture because you were one of the students that misbehaved when Mr. Tornyo was here yesterday."
"Sarah wasn't," Jamar defended. "She didn't even say one word the whole period."
"Well, she's talking now, isn't she?"
Sarah put her head on her desk, the coolness soothing her head only momentarily. She wanted Ms. Payne to shut up. Dear God, make her shut up.
"Sarah!" Ms. Payne yelled shrilly. "Am I boring you?"
"Ms. Payne," Sarah said, not removing her head from her desk in the fear that her headache would become worse, "If your going to give me a detention, give me one. I have a really bad headache and as soon as your pointless lecture is through, I'd be much obliged if you signed me a pass to the nurse's office."
Ms. Payne look astounded that Sarah had actually taken back to her. She was usually such a quiet student, but her head hurt so much that all she wanted to do was scream. "Sarah," Ms. Payne began, "Give me your agenda, and I'll sign you a pass to Ms. Nichols."
* * *
Jareth titled the black hat low, trying to be sure that he wouldn't stand out among the large group of people on the crowded subway. The train shifted into a right tunnel, turning slightly and causing a young woman to fall onto his shoulder, causing Sarah to fall onto his broad shoulder. He disguised his voice easily, "Are you okay?"
Sarah smiled, a way she had never smiled before. Her heart gave a sudden tug, almost as if a rope was around it, torwards this pale man with the black hat. "I'm fine. Thanks." She clutched her heart, pushing down on it a bit with her fingertips. It was almost as if she could feel the string bound to it. It was almost as if she could feel the string that bound her to Jareth. "What's wrong with me?" She muttered as she dropped her purse. Bending down to reclaim it, Jareth had already handed it to her.
"Your purse," He said, smiling at her and flashing his perfectly white teeth. Sarah smiled too, truly. "What is your name?" He asked, although he was absolutely aware of who the beautiful young woman was.
"I'm Sarah," She replied, "Who are you?"
"I am-" Jareth cleared his throat. He knew it was impossible for him to lie to Sarah. Pulling his hat off and revealing his spiked blonde hair, he half smiled, half grimaced, at the look of surprise, somewhat unwanted on Sarah's face.
Sarah would have plummeted down on the brittle, ancient woman sitting behind her had Jareth not swiftly caught her with his cat-like reflexes. "Ja-Jareth," She muttered breathlessly, her voice quivering slightly from her shock. Momentarily, she enjoyed the feeling of saftey she recived from being held in his arms. Suddenly feeling amazingly angery, Sarah quickly pulled away, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Jareth began stroking Sarah's ivory face, enjoying it's warmth, but Sarah stepped hesitantly back. Feeling hurt but also extremly aggravated, the Goblin King spoke, "Why do you hate me, Sarah? Why do you despise me, my love, after all I have done for you?"
She turned away, not being able to bear the look of hurt in his mitch-matched eyes. "I-I don't know why your here," was all she was able to say. And it hurt not being able to say anything else.
Impatiently, Jareth seized her elbow, and she tried to pull away but his grip began tight and he refused to let go. "Why?" he asked, "Why don't you love me?!" It was more of a demand than a question.
"I don't know," Sarah replied. It was true. She did not know why she didn't like Jareth.
"Do you know-" Jareth lost his voice for a moment. It was hard to let his emotions go. He almost shuddered as the words passed his lips, "Do you know that I lo-love you?"
Water arose in Sarah's eyes, but she said nothing nor looked at Jareth. Sick of waiting for her answer, Jareth almost drug her to him with his overwhelming strength and kissed her fiercely like a bloodthristy creature in a desperate attempt to convince her that they both loved eachother genuinly. But when he realized it was futile, he shoved a flawless crystal into her hands and stared into her eyes, his own trembling slightly and drowned angst; his heart roaring "I love you," and "I curse you," at once. "When you are ready," Jareth began, sounding as if it hurt him to talk, "Call me, and I will come for you."
And without another word, he vanished into the monsterous crowd and left Sarah alone, detached from the world depsite all the people that clung to her on the crammed subway, holding the pulchritudinous crystal in her convulsing hand, yearning for Jareth's hard kiss and at the same time hating it and hating him, Sarah wept inspite of herself.
* * *
Storming into his palace and shoving golbins out of his way furiously, Jareth went into his room and slammed the door. There were no words to describe how he felt. So many feelings were whirling inside of him and he dared not open his mouth to yell or roar in anger from the fear that they would fly out.
What was it about him that Sarah didn't like? Jareth looked at his hands and then looked into a mirror on his door. Was it his hair? No, he decided finally, Sarah was not the kind of person that would judge a person me by their physical appearance. Jareth smiled as he remembered when he had taken the form of the taxi driver that day and asked her out. He laughed slightly. Well, maybe she had judged one person for their physical appearance, but only one.
Jareth suddenly remembered something. It was not his appearance at all. It was the fact that he was evil, or at least half evil. But there's nothing I can do to change that, he thought hopelessly.
Looking down at the ring with a symbol for the Labyrinth embedded in it, Jareth knew what he had to do to win Sarah's love. He had to become a mortal. For Sarah to love Jareth without him forcing her or putting her under a spell, Jareth had to give up his title of Goblin King and remove his family ring that he had worn practically all his life.
But could Jareth do that? The goblins were his people and they had depended on him all their lives. Well, Jareth thought, Now that the peace treaty is signed, things should go smoothly. For a while he decided that he would give the ring up, but that was before Hoggle rushed in the dark room and told the Goblin King that the goblins were rebelling.
* * *
Sarah gazed admiringly at the flawless crystal, her eyes absorbing every inch of it's obvious beauty. She rotated it in her fingertips lovingly, almost as if it were a soft newborn kitten, and it glinted form the dim light of the setting sun. It was precious to her, this gleaming treasure. Not because it was simply pretty, but because it had been a parting gift from Jareth.
Magnificently gorgeous Jareth. For a moment, but only for a single moment, Sarah seriously considered summoning him. But just as quickly as the thought crept into her mind, she dismissed it. For some absurd reason, Sarah didn't entirely desire Jareth the way he yearned for her. She wasn't able to determine the precise reason hy she didn't completely demand for him to be with her, but she could only infer that it was the fact that he was so moody. Jareth could be romantic and generous at one moment, and the merciless, heartless, and even evil at the next.
Sarah knew, of course, that it was not at all Jareth's fault that he was so temperamental. He was born for no other reason than to be the Goblin King. Jareth would be destined to live a lonely life, only to defend his people fearlessly ands when his rein was over, impregnate a woman he had met only once before to bear his heir.
Sarah stared deeply into the glorious crystal, only to look away as Jareth's face slowly faded in. His grey and blue eyes seemed to gaze into her own. It scared her, but at the same time she liked it.
Putting the crystal down on her desk, Toby let out a piercing scream and Sarah ran to his room automatically. "Toby!" She cried when she reached the doorway.
The startled Karen, who had been leaning over Toby, turned to Sarah quickly, "Oh, I'm glad you're here." Karen moved back to the wailing Toby, struggling to fit him into a baby blue shirt. "I can't get this thing on him."
Sarah let air out of her pale cheeks irritably, "Jesus, Karen." She said, nudging her step-mother out of her way with her elbow as she reached out for Toby. As soon as he saw his step-sister, his cries ceased.
"Sarwah," he said adorably. Smiling, Sarah took Toby into her arms and jiggled him, making Toby affectionately squeal and giggle. She pulled his shirt down do that it overlapped his sweat pants, and began to leave the small room.
"Sarah," Karen started lightly, setting her hand on Sarah's shoulder, "You look pale, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she answered shortly.
"Good!" Karen exclaimed, all concern drained from her voice, "Your father and I are going out tonight-"
"For what? You quit your lame job so your celebrating?" Sarah interrupted, walking into the small living room and setting Toby on the soft carpet beside a variety of toys.
"No," Karen said, sounding taken aback as she followed Sarah into the kitchen and closed the wooden baby gate behind her. "It's out anniversary and we wanted to know if you could watch Toby while we go to dinner for a few hours."
Sarah opened a box of Capn' Crunch and poured it into a chipped bowl. She didn't mind watching Toby, but she hated doing free favors for Karen. "Whatever. But you and my father had better be back by eleven."
Karen practically leaped for joy and grabbed a fur coat her husband had just bought her yesterday from the coat hanger. Sarah had always wanted a fur coat, and told her father so. But he instead gave one to Karen for no reason at all. "Your dad's waiting in the car; I promise we'll be back by eleven. Bye, shoonkums." She said to Toby as she leaned forward to kiss him goodbye, but he squirmed away from her like she was a stranger. Karen looked disappointed and angry, but left the house nevertheless.
"That's what you get for ignoring him for so long, bitch." Sarah said dully inbetween her spoonfuls of cereal. It seemed that ever since Toby had been captured by Jareth last year, Toby had favored her. He didn't want anyone but Sarah.
That was something Toby ans Jareth both had in common.