Author's Note: Ahhh…the joys of being an author. Cliffhangers get you all so revved up! So, are you confused yet? Never fear! Adrian will be doing the explaining in this chapter! Bwhahahahaha, fear me!
Disclaimer: Ho hum…just playin' with my balls, nothing else to do around this godforsaken place anyhow…-Jareth (Jareth's Realm ) Go there!
Double Disclaimer: GASP! Ha, this was a long time coming. The character Demetria was partially created by my friend Anna, otherwise Lilith. I'd say about ¾ of the character, infact. Heheh.
Sarah was very confused. Wait, wasn't it Damian that had been after her since she first ran the labyrinth? Why is Adrian here, and why the heck is she in Hell? Most importantly of all, WHERE THE HELL WAS JARETH?!
Adrian leered at her and a soft but despicably evil laugh erupted from his throat. " My, my…aren't we curious?" He directed towards her in a dry tone.
She growled at him, about to loose her patience, but took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, then answered coolly yet menacingly as each word progressed. " Yes, I am curious as to why I am stuck in Hell with you after being led to believe that it was Damian that wanted me! Which, by the way, I have no consent to any of this and I just want to go home!" She growled the last part through gritted teeth, clenching her fists.
Adrian glared at her, about to let out his seething anger, but tried to stay calm and merely smirked. " Allow me to explain, dearest Sarah," he said in a mocking tone, flicking his wrist towards her with an evil smirk and sending her flying back onto a wall where her wrists were shackled, a metal bar across her mouth keeping it closed and another around her waist so she wouldn't be too busy squirming to hear his story.
"Listen well, Sarah. I do so hate it when people don't listen to me. I, after all, am the Son of Lucifer." He stated this comment rather arrogantly, causing Sarah to sneer under the metal. Just like Jareth.
Adrian began pacing, keeping his eye on Sarah as he began talking. " As you know, this all started back a few years ago when you first entered the labyrinth. My half brother, Jareth, had unexpectedly fallen in love with you. You, being the wrong girl as it was supposed to be the next generation in your family, had caused a great problem in the Underground by screwing around with the prophecy. Yes. A silly, naïve, smart-mouthed, teenaged girl. A mortal, messed up the prophecy." He said to her, watching her expressions with a grin at how easily it hurt her feelings, amazed at how mortals are so sensitive.
"Anyway," He continued, " I was bored and, while eating my pizza and drinking my peppermint schnapps, I decided to check in on the Labyrinth. Seeing you, I began to panic, knowing you were one of the chosen generation. Then I looked to my brother in his castle, seeing him watch you in his crystal with a starry look in his eyes. I got incredibly jealous. One, because I never get the girls and they are all over him. Two, because you would be the one to cause the controversy and I loved the mayhem that came with it. And three, because you made me so damn horny. So, I devised a plan. I would get my uncle, Damian, to send an attack at the Labyrinth claiming he was going after you because he had gotten obsessed. That led everyone to believe Damian was the danger, when it was me the whole time, Sarah. I told Demetria's boyfriend about it as well, and he, being good friends with Jareth yet also with me, kept it a secret which caused him to be dumped by Demetria because she sensed something was wrong. Those poor souls, they still have no clue it was me all along." He finished with a laugh, one of those annoying evil laughs.
Sarah hung there with wide eyes, shocked at the news. What else was there to be? She has been tricked, brought to the Underground again, and now trapped in Hell with an Adrian that didn't even look like the other one she met. This was some freaky shit.
Adrian blinked and then chuckled evilly, walking up to her and leaning in to where his lips brushed against her ear, and whispered. "As for earlier, Sarah, I used a simple charm to make myself look more like Jareth. Pity it never worked on my eyes," he remarked, a mischievous grin on his lips, then her turned, flicking his wrist and making her fall, and ordered to her, " Come."
Sarah followed reluctantly, a shocked expression on her features. How would she get out of this one?
Author's Note: Muhahaha! Is it clearer now, my friends? Be happy, I just showed you the master plan ¾ into the story. Yep, that's it. SIKE! Muahhaha…oh, there will be many twists…XD 5 reviews until next chapter!