With the passing weeks Marion found her situation worsening. Contact with her family was too hard on her buried happy memories. She didn't want them flooding back, she couldn't risk them coming back to haunt her, not yet. Her money was dwindling and Harry needed it more and more to score heroin. She was still unemployed and most of all, she desperately longed for Jareth, she wanted his cruel voice to ignite the fiery passion she'd had a fifteen. If only she could get back there. She couldn't sit still and she knew what she needed. She scoured the apartment looking for the remains of their stash. She growled in frustration when she couldn't find it.
"Goddammit Harry!" she screamed into thin air. She paced up and down, thinking only about home and Jareth and how she could get back there.
Finally she heard the door open and Harry appeared, cold, pale and extremely thin. He smiled at her and threw his days work onto the coffee table. They looked at each other until Harry cocked his head to the supply.
"Testing it out couldn't hurt could it?"
"That's what you said last time" she muttered
Then she saw her chance, how she could get to Jareth again, doing what she had been doing last time she found him.
"What?"
"Nothing" she replied smoothly "I'll do it"
She knelt down and started the process, her shaking hands making it a lengthy job. Finally she laid back, Harry beside her, blissed out from the first hit. She located a vein and unleashed the lethal substance into her bloodstream.
She sighed deeply as she felt everything sink deeper into the background. She closed her eyes, revelling in the freedom she felt. She knew she had to do something but she couldn't quite remember what it was. She felt Harry lay his head on her stomach and kiss the bare skin he found there, and suddenly she knew what she had to do
"Jareth" she gasped
She was doing this to get back to him. Why hadn't she stayed when he had given her the chance?
"Just let me rule you and you can have everything you want"
Why has she refused him? Was this life she had now a punishment for rejecting him? She knew from the story and from how he spoke to her that final time that he loved her, why did she leave?
"Just fear, me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave"
"You remember the lines very well Sarah" his voice cut into her hazy thoughts
"I…I could never forget them"
"If they meant so much to you why did you throw them back in my face?"
Sarah found she couldn't answer. Suddenly she felt a soft hand caress her face; she surprised herself by moaning at his touch. This is what she had wanted; this is why she allowed herself to inject her body with the lethal substance.
"Are you going to come with me Sarah?"
His question surprised her; she hadn't been expecting him to be so gentle, his voice loving almost.
Harry felt her breath quicken under his head, and started to caress her skin again. Sarah felt reality creeping back into her thoughts, and with desperation creeping into her thoughts she looked around wildly. Once again she was back on that familiar hill, Jareth opposite her, waiting for her answer. Her mind was fuzzy; she couldn't think about his offer properly, she was too aware of everything creeping into this delicious dream.
Suddenly she felt Harry's hand slip between her legs and as quick as he'd appeared, Jareth was gone and she back in her apartment, Harry moving his face to her lips.
Sarah felt like crying. She felt her life was turning into a landslide, it was moving too quickly and turning into a tragedy even quicker. They were rapidly running out of money, and Harry was putting pressure on her to go to a guy they knew, she'd get paid handsomely to entertain his friends, but she didn't want to, she knew what would happen.
She had to stop thinking, her head was starting to hurt and she felt she'd go crazy if she didn't switch off. Obeying her head she kissed Harry back and let him take over her body for a short while as she shut off.
