Disclaimer: Yeah umm... I don't own the Labyrinth and its characters. What
a surprise huh? I also give you fair warning that this following chapter
is an intro to an evil Jareth. It is unsuitable for younger readers. So
if you're underage... You are not allowed to read this chapter... skip the
stuff between the lines and just understand that Jareth is really
evil right now! I hope I haven't discouraged anyone... If things look
doubtful after the first couple of chapters, just remember that there are a
lot to go and Rome wasn't built in a day! (
Chapter 2: Dark Labyrinth
The girl squirmed on the bed and allowed a gasp of pain to escape. The man in control, however, tightened his grasp on her and only drove deeper and harder. She was a quick learner and knew that any outcry from the unbearable pain would only cause more. Her white-knuckled fists clenching the black sheets were testimony enough of the physical torment she was submitting to. She could feel the hot kisses on her neck and chest. Her wrists were straining at their bonds. She could feel him brace himself. He was coming in for the kill! Though her body and spirit had long since been broken, she tried to brace herself as well. She managed to maintain her silence as he plunged his firm essence into her bruised and sensitive flesh only because she was biting her cheek until she drew blood. He was coming fast now and so hard! She wanted to scream. She wanted to fight and claw her way to freedom. But she couldn't do any of those things... The punishment for fighting was to be tortured beyond his point of satisfaction. He seemed to enjoy their screams of pain. She had no idea why. How could anyone gain pleasure from such pain? She felt him stiffen then finally relax. She barely felt it when he removed himself from her since her pain was so overwhelming. She knew from previous experience that she was bleeding badly. At least she didn't have to worry about conception. He'd already made certain there would be no children from his perverse pleasures.
"Gather your things and return to your chambers," he nearly growled.
She could only silently do as he bid. Gathering the nightgown that had been discarded on the floor she quickly returned to her room. Other girls in the same unfortunate position as herself would be there to minister to her and help her to recover from her night with the Goblin King...
Jareth woke the next morning with a feeling of restlessness. He always seemed to get that feeling after indulging his dark nature. He shook himself awake. There was no use trying to deny it. He would get no more sleep even though the sun's first rays were barely peeking over the horizon. He had not bothered to clothe himself from the previous night's activities, and he took no notice of the fact now as he stood and moved to his dresser.
"It will never satisfy you, Jareth..."
The Goblin King stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that voice.
"Why do you come to me now?"
The King's voice was angry and the woman behind him cringed. When had he changed from the Jareth she'd known since childhood.
"You know why, Jareth. Ever since the Prophecy, I am bound to feel the changes in you. Until my vision comes to pass, I know what happens in you. And I know what you were feeling last night..."
"You're spying on me?"
One of Jareth's brows raised in question as he turned to face her. He watched her face flush as she turned her eyes away from him.
"What's the matter, Aurora? Like what you see?"
He was taunting her; she knew. But she was happily married and had been for centuries. It was not right for her to look at him.
"Jareth, I am a married woman. You know that. Are you willing to give up the last friendship you have left?"
Jareth could not have felt worse if she'd kicked him where it would matter most. Of course he'd let none of this show on his face. She had turned back to him but her eyes did not stray away from his own. He snapped his fingers causing the outfit of his choice to appear in place. He turned quickly away from her eyes. They were a piercing blue so like his own except hers were both alike. Yet the gift of sight resided in Aurora. Her gaze was piercing on a different level than his own.
"Do you come here to torture me, Aurora?"
"Torture you? You were very 'tortured' last night weren't you? When are you going to stop thinking of yourself, Jareth?"
"I am the only one I can trust any longer!"
Aurora felt the blow as surely as if he had backhanded her. He felt he could no longer trust her. And yet why should he trust her? It was from her prophecy that he now suffered. Would he even now hold her gift against her? The Sight was not something she'd asked for, and it affected her as well. Couldn't he see she was here because of the effect of her own vision?
"If that is how you feel, Jareth... Then you deserve a dark fate indeed..."
Jareth walked toward her. In his darkness, he exuded much arrogance and confidence. He was now very close to her. She could almost taste the temptation he loved so much.
"Dark fates are your currency... not mine..."
His face was mere inches from her own. She felt trapped as he backed her against the wall. He braced himself against it; his hands on either side of her head. He could feel her fear!
"What's the matter? Are you frightened little Seer?" Her face gained strength as she looked into his eyes. "Do you see your own future?"
"I am not one of your toys, Goblin King! How long will you hide behind this evil that now drives you to such ends?"
He turned away and walked toward the door. In one swift motion he turned around and flung a crystal at her feet. She watched it fly towards her and for a split second her eyes connected with those of the Goblin King. He saw at once a depth of sadness and disappointment in her eyes before she vanished in a swirl of glitter transported back to her own home.
"Cursed Aurelis!" he snapped at the place she had once stood.
The Maker of All has looked down from his Throne!
And He has granted a light to the world of men!
Now to the Underground this light must be known!
And the brightest most beloved star shall darken!
In the darkest day, when all seems fallen apart,
A wonder seen before shall to the Labyrinth return!
The wonder holds the light of the Master in her heart!
In this time the fate of the Underground we shall learn...
Forever in darkness, or to new light shall we be Will the star of the Underground forever fall or rise high to be free!
Jareth growled in his throat as the words of the Aurelis played again in his mind. The words had something to do with him. The entire Underground knew this from the mention of the Labyrinth.
-----
Aurora sat down in a chair.
"He sent me away!"
Her voice seemed surreal to her own ears as she grasped the Goblin King's actions. He had always heeded her warnings before.
"He sent me away..."
Gradually the words sank in, and she lowered her head into her hands and wept. Aidan walked in and came over to comfort her the instant her heard her cries. Deftly from years of practice, Aidan lifted his wife's slim form so that she was comfortably situated on his lap with his arms protectively encircling her shaking form.
"Now, Roa, what's this all about?"
Aidan could guess. It would be the same thing that had been a problem since the proclamation of the Aurelis. Things had gotten worse in the last few years, but Aurora was constantly upset with the turn of events. Between sobs, Aidan heard once again that the Goblin King was the source of his wife's unhappiness. He almost wished at times like this that he could give Jareth a good punch or two. Aurora sat quietly now in her husband's arms. Would Jareth ever forgive her? Silently she cursed the Sight she'd been born with. Couldn't the Master have 'gifted' someone else?
-----
Jareth lounged on his throne in a now quiet throne room. With his increasingly darker moods, he was even less tolerant of the inanities of his subjects. They never dared to approach him now. Word of situations requiring his attention was brought to him only by the bravest of his elvish servants. The task usually fell to Damien, the commander of the army. Generally speaking, Damien was present more for the King's training than the goblins. The goblins lacked the mental capacity for real battle and were usually a waste of Damien's time. Damien was Jareth's senior by two centuries, but the Goblin King was often very close to besting his teacher. Jareth looked around the empty room. He was sometimes uncomfortable with the silence of the castle. He almost wished there was too much noise to think again when thoughts of the past assailed him. Not long after Aurora had spoken the Aurelis, she had confessed to him that she had purposely withheld part of her vision because it was more personally related to him. It concerned the woman destined to either be the best queen the Underground had ever seen or the destruction of the Goblin King.
And the star shall receive the wonder.
Yet beware how the star treats the gifts...
If broken the wonder shall be as lightning and thunder!
And the star will be torn asunder in the greatest of rifts!
Aurora could only speak her visions in riddles, but the fact that she revealed this part to him alone was a warning. He cursed yet again. Why couldn't the woman simply speak normally? A knock on the door tore his mind away from his tortuous thoughts.
"Who is it?" the King thundered.
"My lord," Damien said as he entered with a bow. "Your lunch is coming along directly..." Jareth looked up with a start. Had he really been in this room that long? "I take it the Lady Aurora did not stay..." Jareth fixed Damien with a gaze that would have cowed most men, but Damien was never the least bit fazed by Jareth's moodiness.
"I had not known that the entire castle was aware of my visitors!" Jareth replied curtly. Jareth sounded furious, but Damien didn't bat an eye.
"The entire castle does not know you as I do, Your Majesty."
Jareth sighed and turned back to his own thoughts. Damien was quiet as he retrieved Jareth's lunch. No other servants dared serve the Goblin King anymore for fear of having the tray hurled at them. Yet Damien could not forget what Jareth had been before he had become so angry over the Aurelis. He would never give up hope that someday the King would go back to being the man he'd once been. Perhaps it was this undying faith that caused Jareth to be slightly stable in Damien's presence.
"Your lunch, my lord," Damien said as he set the tray on a stand close to the King's throne. With a bow he retreated. He knew that Jareth was not likely to eat anything. They had stopped serving the King warm food at any time other than diner. Jareth didn't acknowledge his announcement or his exit. Damien sighed as he exited the throne room. He wished one mortal had never come to the Labyrinth...
Jareth's thoughts had turned to the same person. The one mortal to ever defeat his Labyrinth. Since Sarah, he had become far less lenient with opportunities. Hoggle was restricted to the stone section of the Maze, Ludo was trapped in an enclosed section of the Hedge Maze, and Sir Didymus would never leave the bridge of the Bog ever without the King's permission. The Labyrinth itself had become so wild, it was as dangerous as its King. An outsider traveling the maze was sure to meet their doom. Sarah... The very name could drive him insane! She had ruined his world then had the nerve to blame him! Now the mortal thought it was all a dream! How dare she insult his existence! He almost wished that he'd been the one to break the insignificant mortal. Someday... she would pay for the damage she'd done...
Chapter 2: Dark Labyrinth
The girl squirmed on the bed and allowed a gasp of pain to escape. The man in control, however, tightened his grasp on her and only drove deeper and harder. She was a quick learner and knew that any outcry from the unbearable pain would only cause more. Her white-knuckled fists clenching the black sheets were testimony enough of the physical torment she was submitting to. She could feel the hot kisses on her neck and chest. Her wrists were straining at their bonds. She could feel him brace himself. He was coming in for the kill! Though her body and spirit had long since been broken, she tried to brace herself as well. She managed to maintain her silence as he plunged his firm essence into her bruised and sensitive flesh only because she was biting her cheek until she drew blood. He was coming fast now and so hard! She wanted to scream. She wanted to fight and claw her way to freedom. But she couldn't do any of those things... The punishment for fighting was to be tortured beyond his point of satisfaction. He seemed to enjoy their screams of pain. She had no idea why. How could anyone gain pleasure from such pain? She felt him stiffen then finally relax. She barely felt it when he removed himself from her since her pain was so overwhelming. She knew from previous experience that she was bleeding badly. At least she didn't have to worry about conception. He'd already made certain there would be no children from his perverse pleasures.
"Gather your things and return to your chambers," he nearly growled.
She could only silently do as he bid. Gathering the nightgown that had been discarded on the floor she quickly returned to her room. Other girls in the same unfortunate position as herself would be there to minister to her and help her to recover from her night with the Goblin King...
Jareth woke the next morning with a feeling of restlessness. He always seemed to get that feeling after indulging his dark nature. He shook himself awake. There was no use trying to deny it. He would get no more sleep even though the sun's first rays were barely peeking over the horizon. He had not bothered to clothe himself from the previous night's activities, and he took no notice of the fact now as he stood and moved to his dresser.
"It will never satisfy you, Jareth..."
The Goblin King stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that voice.
"Why do you come to me now?"
The King's voice was angry and the woman behind him cringed. When had he changed from the Jareth she'd known since childhood.
"You know why, Jareth. Ever since the Prophecy, I am bound to feel the changes in you. Until my vision comes to pass, I know what happens in you. And I know what you were feeling last night..."
"You're spying on me?"
One of Jareth's brows raised in question as he turned to face her. He watched her face flush as she turned her eyes away from him.
"What's the matter, Aurora? Like what you see?"
He was taunting her; she knew. But she was happily married and had been for centuries. It was not right for her to look at him.
"Jareth, I am a married woman. You know that. Are you willing to give up the last friendship you have left?"
Jareth could not have felt worse if she'd kicked him where it would matter most. Of course he'd let none of this show on his face. She had turned back to him but her eyes did not stray away from his own. He snapped his fingers causing the outfit of his choice to appear in place. He turned quickly away from her eyes. They were a piercing blue so like his own except hers were both alike. Yet the gift of sight resided in Aurora. Her gaze was piercing on a different level than his own.
"Do you come here to torture me, Aurora?"
"Torture you? You were very 'tortured' last night weren't you? When are you going to stop thinking of yourself, Jareth?"
"I am the only one I can trust any longer!"
Aurora felt the blow as surely as if he had backhanded her. He felt he could no longer trust her. And yet why should he trust her? It was from her prophecy that he now suffered. Would he even now hold her gift against her? The Sight was not something she'd asked for, and it affected her as well. Couldn't he see she was here because of the effect of her own vision?
"If that is how you feel, Jareth... Then you deserve a dark fate indeed..."
Jareth walked toward her. In his darkness, he exuded much arrogance and confidence. He was now very close to her. She could almost taste the temptation he loved so much.
"Dark fates are your currency... not mine..."
His face was mere inches from her own. She felt trapped as he backed her against the wall. He braced himself against it; his hands on either side of her head. He could feel her fear!
"What's the matter? Are you frightened little Seer?" Her face gained strength as she looked into his eyes. "Do you see your own future?"
"I am not one of your toys, Goblin King! How long will you hide behind this evil that now drives you to such ends?"
He turned away and walked toward the door. In one swift motion he turned around and flung a crystal at her feet. She watched it fly towards her and for a split second her eyes connected with those of the Goblin King. He saw at once a depth of sadness and disappointment in her eyes before she vanished in a swirl of glitter transported back to her own home.
"Cursed Aurelis!" he snapped at the place she had once stood.
The Maker of All has looked down from his Throne!
And He has granted a light to the world of men!
Now to the Underground this light must be known!
And the brightest most beloved star shall darken!
In the darkest day, when all seems fallen apart,
A wonder seen before shall to the Labyrinth return!
The wonder holds the light of the Master in her heart!
In this time the fate of the Underground we shall learn...
Forever in darkness, or to new light shall we be Will the star of the Underground forever fall or rise high to be free!
Jareth growled in his throat as the words of the Aurelis played again in his mind. The words had something to do with him. The entire Underground knew this from the mention of the Labyrinth.
-----
Aurora sat down in a chair.
"He sent me away!"
Her voice seemed surreal to her own ears as she grasped the Goblin King's actions. He had always heeded her warnings before.
"He sent me away..."
Gradually the words sank in, and she lowered her head into her hands and wept. Aidan walked in and came over to comfort her the instant her heard her cries. Deftly from years of practice, Aidan lifted his wife's slim form so that she was comfortably situated on his lap with his arms protectively encircling her shaking form.
"Now, Roa, what's this all about?"
Aidan could guess. It would be the same thing that had been a problem since the proclamation of the Aurelis. Things had gotten worse in the last few years, but Aurora was constantly upset with the turn of events. Between sobs, Aidan heard once again that the Goblin King was the source of his wife's unhappiness. He almost wished at times like this that he could give Jareth a good punch or two. Aurora sat quietly now in her husband's arms. Would Jareth ever forgive her? Silently she cursed the Sight she'd been born with. Couldn't the Master have 'gifted' someone else?
-----
Jareth lounged on his throne in a now quiet throne room. With his increasingly darker moods, he was even less tolerant of the inanities of his subjects. They never dared to approach him now. Word of situations requiring his attention was brought to him only by the bravest of his elvish servants. The task usually fell to Damien, the commander of the army. Generally speaking, Damien was present more for the King's training than the goblins. The goblins lacked the mental capacity for real battle and were usually a waste of Damien's time. Damien was Jareth's senior by two centuries, but the Goblin King was often very close to besting his teacher. Jareth looked around the empty room. He was sometimes uncomfortable with the silence of the castle. He almost wished there was too much noise to think again when thoughts of the past assailed him. Not long after Aurora had spoken the Aurelis, she had confessed to him that she had purposely withheld part of her vision because it was more personally related to him. It concerned the woman destined to either be the best queen the Underground had ever seen or the destruction of the Goblin King.
And the star shall receive the wonder.
Yet beware how the star treats the gifts...
If broken the wonder shall be as lightning and thunder!
And the star will be torn asunder in the greatest of rifts!
Aurora could only speak her visions in riddles, but the fact that she revealed this part to him alone was a warning. He cursed yet again. Why couldn't the woman simply speak normally? A knock on the door tore his mind away from his tortuous thoughts.
"Who is it?" the King thundered.
"My lord," Damien said as he entered with a bow. "Your lunch is coming along directly..." Jareth looked up with a start. Had he really been in this room that long? "I take it the Lady Aurora did not stay..." Jareth fixed Damien with a gaze that would have cowed most men, but Damien was never the least bit fazed by Jareth's moodiness.
"I had not known that the entire castle was aware of my visitors!" Jareth replied curtly. Jareth sounded furious, but Damien didn't bat an eye.
"The entire castle does not know you as I do, Your Majesty."
Jareth sighed and turned back to his own thoughts. Damien was quiet as he retrieved Jareth's lunch. No other servants dared serve the Goblin King anymore for fear of having the tray hurled at them. Yet Damien could not forget what Jareth had been before he had become so angry over the Aurelis. He would never give up hope that someday the King would go back to being the man he'd once been. Perhaps it was this undying faith that caused Jareth to be slightly stable in Damien's presence.
"Your lunch, my lord," Damien said as he set the tray on a stand close to the King's throne. With a bow he retreated. He knew that Jareth was not likely to eat anything. They had stopped serving the King warm food at any time other than diner. Jareth didn't acknowledge his announcement or his exit. Damien sighed as he exited the throne room. He wished one mortal had never come to the Labyrinth...
Jareth's thoughts had turned to the same person. The one mortal to ever defeat his Labyrinth. Since Sarah, he had become far less lenient with opportunities. Hoggle was restricted to the stone section of the Maze, Ludo was trapped in an enclosed section of the Hedge Maze, and Sir Didymus would never leave the bridge of the Bog ever without the King's permission. The Labyrinth itself had become so wild, it was as dangerous as its King. An outsider traveling the maze was sure to meet their doom. Sarah... The very name could drive him insane! She had ruined his world then had the nerve to blame him! Now the mortal thought it was all a dream! How dare she insult his existence! He almost wished that he'd been the one to break the insignificant mortal. Someday... she would pay for the damage she'd done...