I"m SOOOO Incrediably sorry that I haven't updated in a while!!! I'm in very much of a hurry as I'm not allowed to be on the computer...0_o. Anyway, Thank You SOOOOO Much to all that reviewed and I'll be sure to thank you in the next chapter! I'm risking my ass for you right now, so you'd better review!
Okay, don't own Labyrinth, okay, I'm tired of saying it so my ass won't get sued.
I hope you guys like it! Luv y'all! ~Morgan
::As The Story Unfolds::
~I Can't Ever Leave You~
* * The Winged Seraphs Call My Name * *
* * *
Jareth examined the oncoming army of the insurgent goblins closely, his facial expression fearless while inside he was engulfed with terror. Jareth had always been pale, but now he felt as if he was transparent and you could see the contents of the throbbing veins on his perspiring face. We can't win, Was all he was able to think. He couldn't focus because of it and when the rebels reached him, he was unprepared. An extensive group of the enemy goblins attempted to overcome Jareth by leaping onto him, but his own strength surpassed that of at least ten goblins and he shoved them off fiercely; knocking them backwards into another group of goblins that were trying to hit him.
Grunting, the Goblin King rammed a masculine goblin with his strong forearm forcefully. The virile goblin was effortlessly sent backwards, only for another tenacious, unlawful goblin to step forward and oppose him. Jareth drove his long sword into his enemy's heart, killing him instantly.
Fighting came almost naturally for Jareth. He was fluent and graceful, even when decapitating his adversary. As a boy, he loved to watch his father engage in combat in the few wars that occurred during his lengthy and tranquil reign. Fighting lessons started for Jareth when he was maybe five, and now, innumerable years later, he fought almost as fluidly as that it would make you think he was born with a sword in his hand. But now that he had to do it constantly, Jareth despised fighting.
And now he had to do it again.
Jareth thrust his crimson-stained sword into another goblin, wincing as the dying creature let out a prolonged and piercing howl. He tore the blade out violently, his face contracted tightly in concentration. Another rebelling goblin challenged Jareth, and he cleaved at him with the edge of his sword, the goblin's blood spilling onto Jareth's perspiring face but Jareth didn't care and because he was so use to it by now and thought of it nothing more than wine-red water.
It was then that it happened.
Jareth had just struck down another goblin, tiring only a little. He looked around, almost tasting the bittersweet flavor of the victory for his empire that was almost upon his army. Looking up, Jareth's mismatched eyes met those of Sarah, her own shining with a mixture of deep emotions; concern and glory. He smiled at her, feeling prideful from all the goblins he had killed, Jareth's mind left the task at hand, wandering away and leading him into the feelings of men; honor, pride, envy-all of the seven deadly sins.
It was the happiest and most memorable moment of Jareth's long life when Sarah mouthed to him, "I love you." But, like many things in life, joy is short-lived, all things and people must have the final and ultimate liberation thrust upon the palms of their trembling hands; everyone must meet their destiny and die, the fate of all people, mortals and immortals alike.
Before Jareth could stop him, the virile goblin that Jareth had thought he had killed when he stabbed him in the heart had come from behind the Goblin King and hit him in the back of the neck with a mighty blow. Hot, fresh pain seared through Jareth's head, a deep gash forming where the wound was created. Jareth's warm, sticky blood, his essence, was seeping through, but Jareth was already half dead.
He fell to the worn grass, dampened from the blood of the many fallen soldiers. His life was already being drained from his dying body, Jareth's will that he clung to loosened, and he began to slowly fade into the world of death. "Jareth!" Sarah cried.
She fled to his side, her worried face so close to Jareth's pale one that she could feel his short, weak breaths against her cheek. "Jareth," She breathed, searching his eyes for a sign of life. "No!" Sarah cried, pounding her fists on his gleaming chest in blind fury, "No! I was just starting to feel something-something real!" Sobbing heavily, she laid her head on his chest, which elevated and then descended slowly, Jareth's life being drained out of him rapidly. "I was finally starting to understand what it feels like...To truly love someone."
* * *
"Jareth," The seraph called, it's voice seeming to be coming and going like the wind that blew the Goblin King's blond hair. Jareth shook his head promptly, his vison blurred so that he could see the distorted outline of someone with long hair flowing behind them, they stood over him, but he could see only their silhouette.
He stood painfully, "Sarah?" A mist unfurled around him, a brilliant light temporarily blinding him. That's all that seemed to be where ever he was now - light. Nothing was there, the ground was just barely under him. It too, was a shining white, shrouded in mist.
The figure swayed for a moment, almost like it didn't know what to do. Then it suddenly reached out and touched Jareth's cold face. He hesitated, and then pulled away at the unexpected introduction, "Who are you?"
The dark silhouette withdrew it's hand for a minute, and then touched Jareth again. He allowed it to touch him, now seeing vaguely it's large, sparkling brown eyes; they reminded him of Sarah. Where was she? Better yet, where was he? Suddenly, the gloomy figure took it's hand off Jareth's face hastily, like the touch had burned them. It gazed at Jareth for a moment, and then backed away from him.
Jareth took a step toward it, "Where am I?"
The dark form of nothingness looked down at the soil, and then with a hand that consisted of mist, rubbed the side of it's face, like helpless child. Jareth couldn't help feeling sorry for it, but then his urge to find where he was reigned over his pity. He repeated his question, "Where have you taken me?"
It finally spoke, "I'm a seraph-a pure angel."
"What's your name?"
"Arien," She said, somewhat proudly, "I'm here to take you away."
Jareth planted his foot on the damp grass, "Away to where?"
Her large eyes widened, and then decreased significantly. "You don't know?"
Jareth narrowed his eyes impatiently, it was like talking to child. He took a step toward the celestial being, only for it to also take a step, backwards. He became angry, and he noticed that when he did, the shadow around the seraph became darker, more depth was added. "What's happening?"
Arien suddenly reached out, took Jareth's hand, and lead him quickly down a path of glistening glass that appeared under the angel's feet after every step she took, purifying the blood stained soil. Jareth, after deciding to follow her so he could find out what was going on, began running too, being careful not overtake Arien so she cleanse the tainted ground.
They ran continuously, never stopping for the time that they marched, perhaps half an hour maybe. Jareth looked around, but still only seeing the brilliant white nothingness that surrounded them. He kept running, struggling to keep up with Arien's surprisingly immeasurable speed. Jareth was tempted to ask where she was taking him, but she showed him before he could.
"Here," Arien said, as she abruptly ceased running and, almost causing Jareth to run into her, turned to the Goblin King. Jareth looked at where she had brought him in awe. It was a cave, the rocky sides of granite embedded with countless jewels and gleaming gems. It was cold, and Jareth found himself absentmindedly rubbing his bare arms in an attempt to warm himself.
"You are dead,"Arien explained, catching Jareth, who had been lost in thought, off-guard. He turned to her.
"What?!" He demanded.
"That blow to the head killed you. But, instead of Heaven or Hell, you are here, in Otherworld; the thin borderline between a curtailed life, and an eternal death." She turned to him, speaking calmly as though her simple words wouldn't disturb and confuse him any further. Arien gazed at him, her large brown eyes filled with woe, "But she won't allow you to die."
"Who?" Jareth asked, watching the seraph out of the corner of his eye as she walked past and stopped beside him, facing the opposite way from Jareth; watching the silver waterfalls at the end of the dark cave as it's waves crashed violently on the hard granite rocks that surrounded it.
Arien put her head down and whispered, "Sarah...She loves you. And I feel her pain, so I cannot allow you to die."
Jareth smiled, "Then what are you waiting for? Send me back."
Arien shook her head, "It is not that simple,"
He scowled, "What's so complex about it? I love Sarah, too."
"Yes," She said, "And that is what worries me,"
"What do you mean?"
Arien shifted her gaze from the crashing silver waves to Jareth, "Do you remember what your father did? Do you remember what he did to your mother?"
Jareth nodded. He was aware that his father had abused his mother, but that was her fault. She refused to obey him, so that was her punishment. "She needed to be disciplined," Jareth said.
"It was far from discipline," Arien replied, "Your father always hit your mother, because he loved her. That is how goblin's show their love - violence, ignorance, envy, pity. Goblins were not meant to love humans," She said, looking up to him, "Your mother was a goblin herself, so she understood and endured the pain effortlessly. But Sarah is not. She shall not be able to withstand your evilness. For you are, Jareth, King of Goblins, indeed evil. And if she does marry you, if you do indeed love her, you will attack her, possibly even take her against her will. And do not forget what you did to get her here a second time. Do not forget what you did to her young brother."
"Shut up!" Jareth barked. Arien nodded silently at his order. Hot anger flooded into Jareth like water, "I would never-"
"You could," Arien interrupted. She stared at him with hollow eyes, "And you would,"
Jareth bit his lip, "Explain," He ordered.
"When you truly love her, your goblin will reign over your sub-conscious state, and you will go into a blind rage and hit her. You shall ignore her, you will pity her and toy with her heart after you have taken her and gotten what you wanted. Only when she has died," Arien said ruefully, "Will you fully understand what you have done and feel grief, feel true sorrow...Because you are a goblin. And that is what Goblins do. "
* * *
"Jareth!" Sarah cried, weeping on his lifeless body. She knew that he was indeed dead, pulled from the world of the living into the eternal realm of death, but she would not allow herself to believe it. She couldn't bring herself to realize that he was gone, and he was never coming back. But that meant she would never be able to tell him...Sarah would never be able to tell Jareth that she was in love with him like he was her. Even if she couldn't bring herself to tell him her true feelings, she could at least tell him that she was sorry. Sarah could at least tell him that she was sorry for ignoring him. But what good would that do now? He was dead, nothing could save him now - Not even love.
"Look what you did!" She shrieked, addressing the band of goblins that had formed around her; rebellious and lawful soldiers alike. Raising, hot, raging rivers of tears roared down her pale cheeks. "Because of you Jareth's dead!"
"Milady-" Turenvie began sheepishly, obviously shaken by the sudden and unexpected lose.
"Shut up!" Sarah yelled, pointing toward the goblin commander with her quivering finger. "It. Is. Your. Fault. As. Well." She said coldly through clenched teeth. She turned to the rest of them, "Do you see what your fighting has accomplished?! This is what you are rewarded," She flung her arm in the direction of Jareth's body, and continued through her gritted teeth, "Fighting for peace is like shopping to end poverty. It's like singing an opera for the deaf. There is no point."
Sarah looked at Jareth, and then fell to her knees by his side. He was gone, because of the useless quagmire over peace. Jareth couldn't hold her, Jareth couldn't dance with her, Jareth couldn't sing to her anymore. She placed her head on his chest, only lukewarm. "I can't believe your gone," She whispered, not to Jareth or to herself, but to the wind, seemingly the only friend she had to hold her at the moment. Suddenly, Jareth's abdomen rose, and then decreased sharply. "Jareth!" She cried, more surprised than relieved.
His chest elevated again, this time significantly higher, but he still made no sound. "Jareth!" Crying and screaming both in joy and fear, Sarah lifted his head onto her lap, and grasped his face. "Wake up!"
Slowly, and then more and more rapidly, Jareth's eyes opened, revealing a pair of weary, tear filled pools of blue and gray. "Sarah," He breathed, rising up quickly to her, "Sarah,"
She laid her head on his sweaty shoulder, her body leaning slightly on Jareth's own blood-stained one, "I thought you were gonna die on me," She said, struggling to smile.
"I did," For a moment, he considered telling Sarah about Arien, but then thought better of it. "But I'm back now, and that's all that matters." Jareth pulled away, and stared into Sarah eyes, totally doleful.
"You shall ignore her, you will pity her and toy with her heart after you have taken her and gotten what you wanted. Only when she has died will you fully understand what you have done and feel grief, feel true sorrow...Because you are a goblin. And that is what Goblins do."
There's such a sad love
Deep within your eyes
A kind of pale jewel
Opened and closed
Within your eyes
I place the sky within your eyes
There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast
In search of new dreams
A love that will last
Within your heart
I place the moon within your heart
As the pain seeps through
Makes no sense to you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
It's falling down
Falling in love
I'll paint your mornings of gold
I'll spin your valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing a path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars
As the pain seeps through
Makes no sense to you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
It's falling down
Falling in love
Jareth pulled Sarah toward him, and kissed her.
* * *
Okay, don't own Labyrinth, okay, I'm tired of saying it so my ass won't get sued.
I hope you guys like it! Luv y'all! ~Morgan
::As The Story Unfolds::
~I Can't Ever Leave You~
* * The Winged Seraphs Call My Name * *
* * *
Jareth examined the oncoming army of the insurgent goblins closely, his facial expression fearless while inside he was engulfed with terror. Jareth had always been pale, but now he felt as if he was transparent and you could see the contents of the throbbing veins on his perspiring face. We can't win, Was all he was able to think. He couldn't focus because of it and when the rebels reached him, he was unprepared. An extensive group of the enemy goblins attempted to overcome Jareth by leaping onto him, but his own strength surpassed that of at least ten goblins and he shoved them off fiercely; knocking them backwards into another group of goblins that were trying to hit him.
Grunting, the Goblin King rammed a masculine goblin with his strong forearm forcefully. The virile goblin was effortlessly sent backwards, only for another tenacious, unlawful goblin to step forward and oppose him. Jareth drove his long sword into his enemy's heart, killing him instantly.
Fighting came almost naturally for Jareth. He was fluent and graceful, even when decapitating his adversary. As a boy, he loved to watch his father engage in combat in the few wars that occurred during his lengthy and tranquil reign. Fighting lessons started for Jareth when he was maybe five, and now, innumerable years later, he fought almost as fluidly as that it would make you think he was born with a sword in his hand. But now that he had to do it constantly, Jareth despised fighting.
And now he had to do it again.
Jareth thrust his crimson-stained sword into another goblin, wincing as the dying creature let out a prolonged and piercing howl. He tore the blade out violently, his face contracted tightly in concentration. Another rebelling goblin challenged Jareth, and he cleaved at him with the edge of his sword, the goblin's blood spilling onto Jareth's perspiring face but Jareth didn't care and because he was so use to it by now and thought of it nothing more than wine-red water.
It was then that it happened.
Jareth had just struck down another goblin, tiring only a little. He looked around, almost tasting the bittersweet flavor of the victory for his empire that was almost upon his army. Looking up, Jareth's mismatched eyes met those of Sarah, her own shining with a mixture of deep emotions; concern and glory. He smiled at her, feeling prideful from all the goblins he had killed, Jareth's mind left the task at hand, wandering away and leading him into the feelings of men; honor, pride, envy-all of the seven deadly sins.
It was the happiest and most memorable moment of Jareth's long life when Sarah mouthed to him, "I love you." But, like many things in life, joy is short-lived, all things and people must have the final and ultimate liberation thrust upon the palms of their trembling hands; everyone must meet their destiny and die, the fate of all people, mortals and immortals alike.
Before Jareth could stop him, the virile goblin that Jareth had thought he had killed when he stabbed him in the heart had come from behind the Goblin King and hit him in the back of the neck with a mighty blow. Hot, fresh pain seared through Jareth's head, a deep gash forming where the wound was created. Jareth's warm, sticky blood, his essence, was seeping through, but Jareth was already half dead.
He fell to the worn grass, dampened from the blood of the many fallen soldiers. His life was already being drained from his dying body, Jareth's will that he clung to loosened, and he began to slowly fade into the world of death. "Jareth!" Sarah cried.
She fled to his side, her worried face so close to Jareth's pale one that she could feel his short, weak breaths against her cheek. "Jareth," She breathed, searching his eyes for a sign of life. "No!" Sarah cried, pounding her fists on his gleaming chest in blind fury, "No! I was just starting to feel something-something real!" Sobbing heavily, she laid her head on his chest, which elevated and then descended slowly, Jareth's life being drained out of him rapidly. "I was finally starting to understand what it feels like...To truly love someone."
* * *
"Jareth," The seraph called, it's voice seeming to be coming and going like the wind that blew the Goblin King's blond hair. Jareth shook his head promptly, his vison blurred so that he could see the distorted outline of someone with long hair flowing behind them, they stood over him, but he could see only their silhouette.
He stood painfully, "Sarah?" A mist unfurled around him, a brilliant light temporarily blinding him. That's all that seemed to be where ever he was now - light. Nothing was there, the ground was just barely under him. It too, was a shining white, shrouded in mist.
The figure swayed for a moment, almost like it didn't know what to do. Then it suddenly reached out and touched Jareth's cold face. He hesitated, and then pulled away at the unexpected introduction, "Who are you?"
The dark silhouette withdrew it's hand for a minute, and then touched Jareth again. He allowed it to touch him, now seeing vaguely it's large, sparkling brown eyes; they reminded him of Sarah. Where was she? Better yet, where was he? Suddenly, the gloomy figure took it's hand off Jareth's face hastily, like the touch had burned them. It gazed at Jareth for a moment, and then backed away from him.
Jareth took a step toward it, "Where am I?"
The dark form of nothingness looked down at the soil, and then with a hand that consisted of mist, rubbed the side of it's face, like helpless child. Jareth couldn't help feeling sorry for it, but then his urge to find where he was reigned over his pity. He repeated his question, "Where have you taken me?"
It finally spoke, "I'm a seraph-a pure angel."
"What's your name?"
"Arien," She said, somewhat proudly, "I'm here to take you away."
Jareth planted his foot on the damp grass, "Away to where?"
Her large eyes widened, and then decreased significantly. "You don't know?"
Jareth narrowed his eyes impatiently, it was like talking to child. He took a step toward the celestial being, only for it to also take a step, backwards. He became angry, and he noticed that when he did, the shadow around the seraph became darker, more depth was added. "What's happening?"
Arien suddenly reached out, took Jareth's hand, and lead him quickly down a path of glistening glass that appeared under the angel's feet after every step she took, purifying the blood stained soil. Jareth, after deciding to follow her so he could find out what was going on, began running too, being careful not overtake Arien so she cleanse the tainted ground.
They ran continuously, never stopping for the time that they marched, perhaps half an hour maybe. Jareth looked around, but still only seeing the brilliant white nothingness that surrounded them. He kept running, struggling to keep up with Arien's surprisingly immeasurable speed. Jareth was tempted to ask where she was taking him, but she showed him before he could.
"Here," Arien said, as she abruptly ceased running and, almost causing Jareth to run into her, turned to the Goblin King. Jareth looked at where she had brought him in awe. It was a cave, the rocky sides of granite embedded with countless jewels and gleaming gems. It was cold, and Jareth found himself absentmindedly rubbing his bare arms in an attempt to warm himself.
"You are dead,"Arien explained, catching Jareth, who had been lost in thought, off-guard. He turned to her.
"What?!" He demanded.
"That blow to the head killed you. But, instead of Heaven or Hell, you are here, in Otherworld; the thin borderline between a curtailed life, and an eternal death." She turned to him, speaking calmly as though her simple words wouldn't disturb and confuse him any further. Arien gazed at him, her large brown eyes filled with woe, "But she won't allow you to die."
"Who?" Jareth asked, watching the seraph out of the corner of his eye as she walked past and stopped beside him, facing the opposite way from Jareth; watching the silver waterfalls at the end of the dark cave as it's waves crashed violently on the hard granite rocks that surrounded it.
Arien put her head down and whispered, "Sarah...She loves you. And I feel her pain, so I cannot allow you to die."
Jareth smiled, "Then what are you waiting for? Send me back."
Arien shook her head, "It is not that simple,"
He scowled, "What's so complex about it? I love Sarah, too."
"Yes," She said, "And that is what worries me,"
"What do you mean?"
Arien shifted her gaze from the crashing silver waves to Jareth, "Do you remember what your father did? Do you remember what he did to your mother?"
Jareth nodded. He was aware that his father had abused his mother, but that was her fault. She refused to obey him, so that was her punishment. "She needed to be disciplined," Jareth said.
"It was far from discipline," Arien replied, "Your father always hit your mother, because he loved her. That is how goblin's show their love - violence, ignorance, envy, pity. Goblins were not meant to love humans," She said, looking up to him, "Your mother was a goblin herself, so she understood and endured the pain effortlessly. But Sarah is not. She shall not be able to withstand your evilness. For you are, Jareth, King of Goblins, indeed evil. And if she does marry you, if you do indeed love her, you will attack her, possibly even take her against her will. And do not forget what you did to get her here a second time. Do not forget what you did to her young brother."
"Shut up!" Jareth barked. Arien nodded silently at his order. Hot anger flooded into Jareth like water, "I would never-"
"You could," Arien interrupted. She stared at him with hollow eyes, "And you would,"
Jareth bit his lip, "Explain," He ordered.
"When you truly love her, your goblin will reign over your sub-conscious state, and you will go into a blind rage and hit her. You shall ignore her, you will pity her and toy with her heart after you have taken her and gotten what you wanted. Only when she has died," Arien said ruefully, "Will you fully understand what you have done and feel grief, feel true sorrow...Because you are a goblin. And that is what Goblins do. "
* * *
"Jareth!" Sarah cried, weeping on his lifeless body. She knew that he was indeed dead, pulled from the world of the living into the eternal realm of death, but she would not allow herself to believe it. She couldn't bring herself to realize that he was gone, and he was never coming back. But that meant she would never be able to tell him...Sarah would never be able to tell Jareth that she was in love with him like he was her. Even if she couldn't bring herself to tell him her true feelings, she could at least tell him that she was sorry. Sarah could at least tell him that she was sorry for ignoring him. But what good would that do now? He was dead, nothing could save him now - Not even love.
"Look what you did!" She shrieked, addressing the band of goblins that had formed around her; rebellious and lawful soldiers alike. Raising, hot, raging rivers of tears roared down her pale cheeks. "Because of you Jareth's dead!"
"Milady-" Turenvie began sheepishly, obviously shaken by the sudden and unexpected lose.
"Shut up!" Sarah yelled, pointing toward the goblin commander with her quivering finger. "It. Is. Your. Fault. As. Well." She said coldly through clenched teeth. She turned to the rest of them, "Do you see what your fighting has accomplished?! This is what you are rewarded," She flung her arm in the direction of Jareth's body, and continued through her gritted teeth, "Fighting for peace is like shopping to end poverty. It's like singing an opera for the deaf. There is no point."
Sarah looked at Jareth, and then fell to her knees by his side. He was gone, because of the useless quagmire over peace. Jareth couldn't hold her, Jareth couldn't dance with her, Jareth couldn't sing to her anymore. She placed her head on his chest, only lukewarm. "I can't believe your gone," She whispered, not to Jareth or to herself, but to the wind, seemingly the only friend she had to hold her at the moment. Suddenly, Jareth's abdomen rose, and then decreased sharply. "Jareth!" She cried, more surprised than relieved.
His chest elevated again, this time significantly higher, but he still made no sound. "Jareth!" Crying and screaming both in joy and fear, Sarah lifted his head onto her lap, and grasped his face. "Wake up!"
Slowly, and then more and more rapidly, Jareth's eyes opened, revealing a pair of weary, tear filled pools of blue and gray. "Sarah," He breathed, rising up quickly to her, "Sarah,"
She laid her head on his sweaty shoulder, her body leaning slightly on Jareth's own blood-stained one, "I thought you were gonna die on me," She said, struggling to smile.
"I did," For a moment, he considered telling Sarah about Arien, but then thought better of it. "But I'm back now, and that's all that matters." Jareth pulled away, and stared into Sarah eyes, totally doleful.
"You shall ignore her, you will pity her and toy with her heart after you have taken her and gotten what you wanted. Only when she has died will you fully understand what you have done and feel grief, feel true sorrow...Because you are a goblin. And that is what Goblins do."
There's such a sad love
Deep within your eyes
A kind of pale jewel
Opened and closed
Within your eyes
I place the sky within your eyes
There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast
In search of new dreams
A love that will last
Within your heart
I place the moon within your heart
As the pain seeps through
Makes no sense to you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
It's falling down
Falling in love
I'll paint your mornings of gold
I'll spin your valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing a path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars
As the pain seeps through
Makes no sense to you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
It's falling down
Falling in love
Jareth pulled Sarah toward him, and kissed her.
* * *