Underneath the Crystal Moon
a/n: I do not own Labyrinth. A picture of the statue Eamon finds can be found at this url: www (dot) runicmoonart (dot) com (slash) art (forward slash) erebus (dot) jpg. You know what to do with that. I hope. There is also a little sexual situation in this chapter that has some violent parts. Ye be warned.
Part Three: Eamon
Chapter 1
Eamon considered himself to be an honest Fae. He had told Princess Celinda that he was not really interested in making love to her, although she may be his only choice in the not so distant future. But she had chosen to take his rejection as a 'maybe', and had taken to cornering him all over her mother's castle.
Eamon had been sent here by his dad, the Goblin King. The Ice Lands were far north, and its queen was a good friend of his family. But she saw little of them, and little of anyone else really, so Eamon was sent for a state visit, just to keep her company and help her out in any way he could. But damn that Celinda, always chasing him. He had finally had enough and took his horse, Youkai, out for a well deserved ride in the fallen snow.
The ground was hard, as usual, and the trees had icicles hanging from their branches. Eamon loved the stark beauty of the ice and the snow. All white, and all seeming so pure. Yet, the snow could always hold surprises. And as he rode up to the strange statue he once again reaffirmed that statement. It was tall, and curious looking. The statue looked like many things. The feet were like large bird talons, and turned into the well-muscled legs of a man. His fingers looked like talons, but became the arms of a man. His muscles were well defined, and a small bird was perched on one clawed finger. The face was a jovial mask, like a theater performer, and the ears were pointed. His hair was long, and ended in what looked like little bells. The tail out the back looked long and strong. He looked like a funny fellow, but one that could appreciate a good joke. Eamon dismounted and stood in front of the statue.
"Oh, my fine friend, that princess will not let me be. I do not want to mate with some princess I hardly know. All these princesses seem insipid and only inspired by the fact that I will one day inherit all that my father and mother rule. If I lived Aboveground things would not be like this. Did you know my mother came from Aboveground? She did. She lived in upstate New York, wherever that is, or was. I sometimes get curious. I wonder what it is like there? No real magic, no real princes and princesses wandering around. Hmph," Eamon picked up some snow and made a snowball. He threw it at the statue, and then said words he had never even thought about saying before, "I wish I could see my mother's Aboveground home, and the world surrounding it"
A rush of wind went through the air, and then he was gone. Crown Prince Eamon of the Goblin Kingdom was gone.
The reliquary shuddered and broke open. The ashes within started to swirl until they coalesced into the form of Eamon. The imposter rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs.
"Be careful what you wish for, Eamon," Erebus said.
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Eamon fell to the ground with a loud thud. He gasped and opened his eyes, before him stood a white house with a large porch. He turned around and saw he was in the middle of a street (at least that was what he thought it was called). He quickly moved onto the lighter pavement in front of the house, and stopped in front of the gate. This was the house he had seen while in his mother's womb. The only difference was the cozy look the house had now, with a large amount of flowers and plants in the front yard, wrapping around the house.
"Be careful what you wish for, Eamon," he muttered to himself, "Now time to get yourself back, and get rid of that statue"
Eamon tried to form a crystal, and it did not work. He tried to take the form of an owl, no good. Eamon found himself trying to perform every spell and such that he knew, but to no avail.
My magic is gone, I'm stuck here!, Eamon realized.
"Are you going to come into the yard, or are you going to stand there gawking and looking insane for the rest of the day?" a sweet voice asked. Eamon looked around and finally found the source, a tall mortal woman. She was wearing these pants that covered her whole body, and had straps on the shoulder. She had some kind of pink top on underneath that also only covered her shoulders. Her feet were bare, and her pale blond hair (lighter than his!) was piled on top of her head in an effort to keep it off her neck. She had ice blue eyes, and pale skin. She was almost as tall as he was, and very slender. There was a smudge of dirt on her cheek, and a trowel was in her right hand. These flower print gloves covered her hands. She had obviously been working with the dirt.
"Stare much?" the woman said.
"I'm sorry. My apologies. My name is Eamon," Eamon bowed to her, and noticed his breeches were torn, probably from landing on the street.
"Unusual name. By your accent I would say you are not from around here. Well that, and the way you are dressed. My name is Rhiannon," the woman said as she approached the gate. She removed her gloves and held out her hand. Eamon took it in his own and kissed the back of it, "Where are you from?"
"Uh, um…" was all Eamon got out before he collapsed.
"Shit. Well, I guess I will have to take you inside. The goddess would not approve of me leaving you out here to die," Rhiannon grabbed his arms and started to drag him into her house, "Thank goddess you do not weigh all that much"
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Erebus used his magic, combined with the magic he stole from Eamon, to convince the horse that everything was okay. He rode back to the city in question. The life forces there were pulling at him. And as he reached the castle, a stablehand helped him with his horse. The stablehand was shocked when Eamon did not give him his customary thanks. Eamon never forgot to say thanks.
Erebus encountered no resistance on going in the castle. He was somewhat annoyed when a valet stopped him in the hallway.
"Your Highness, Princess Celinda has been looking for you," the valet told him with a bow.
"Where is she?" Erebus asked.
"In her private garden, Your Highness. She said you are welcome to join her," the valet told him.
"And which way is that?" Erebus asked irritably.
"Down the hall, left, and then second right. Her door is the third one on the left," the valet told him, surprised that Prince Eamon even needed to ask. He paid it no mind, and continued on with his next task. Erebus followed the fellow's directions, and ended up at a darkly colored door. He pushed it open. A small, pale maid dropped the vase she had been holding.
"Leave us," he told the maid, and she scurried out of the room. He walked out the open door and into a beautiful garden. A petite woman with silvery skin, white hair, and bright blue eyes sat on a bench in the corner, her eyes on a silver rose. She smiled as she saw him. She walked up to him and went to hug him.
"I missed you. Why have you been avoiding me?" the woman whined. She was soft, and Erebus had not been with a woman for so long.
"I have been trying to figure out how I feel about you. I now know that I need you," Erebus lied to the princess as he grabbed her. He pressed her against him. She squealed at the contact. Then he lowered his head down to hers. He kissed her roughly, and carried her back to her bedroom. He made their clothes disappear, and he threw her on the bed.
"You're my first, Eamon," she breathed, "I was hoping you would be"
Erebus kissed her again as his fingers found her nipples. He pinched them and pulled them, twisting them. Celinda moaned and gasped in pain alternatingly. Erebus reached down and found her ready for him.
"All ready for me, aren't you?" he asked cruelly. Then he got between her legs.
"Be gentle," Celinda warned.
"Never," Erebus said, and he thrust into her, breaking her maidenhead in one motion. Celinda shrieked in pain, with no time to savor the lovemaking, as Erebus was thrusting quickly. He bit down on her nipple, breaking the skin slightly. That hurt.
Celinda had thought it would be better than this, more gentle. Eamon had never been rough with anyone in his life, she knew that. But Eamon now was pounding into her, and he was not showing her any respect. He thrust into her one last time, and then he came, spurting his seed into her.
When he could breathe again, Erebus rose from the bed and dressed himself. Without a word he left, and Celinda cried herself to sleep, lying on blood soaked sheets.
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Erebus walked around until someone could tell him where his rooms were. They looked at him strangely, but told him anyways. He walked in to find a valet looking very strangely at him.
"Pack my things. I am going home," Erebus told the valet.
"But, Your Highness…" the valet began to speak.
"No buts. Now!" Erebus yelled. The valet ran around in a frenzy of packing and them summoned porters and a carriage.
Within one hours, Erebus was headed back to the Goblin Kindom in the form of Crown Prince Eamon, and no one was any the wiser.
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When Princess Celinda refused to open her door to come down for dinner, Queen Carla went to her daughter's room and opened the door by force. She wanted to cry when she saw the sight before her: her daughter was alive, but pale. Her eyes did not recognize anything but space, and the sheets were covered with blood.
"Get a healer!" she yelled out the door, and she ran to her daughter's bedside, "What happened to you?"
"Eamon came to my room. I wanted him to be my first. I thought he would be so kind, and so gentle. But he wasn't. He was mean, Mom!"
"Did he rape you?" Carla asked her daughter.
"Oh no. I wanted him. I never said no. I never thought no, not until near the end. But by then it did not matter Mom"
Carla wanted to cry, but instead she shouted, "Jareth and Sarah will hear about this!"