There sat the Goblin King in his throne juggling one of his crystals back and forth upon his hand. The room was empty except for him. The ever trouble making goblins gone having left the king and his horrible mood swings. Of course it wasn't his fault it was hers. 'Fear me, Love me. And I will be your slave.'
She was the first person ever to complete the labyrinth. Oh, yes, he remembered that day and how he wished he could forget. He had offered her everything, her hearts desires, himself. She had won the almighty Goblin King's heart and he hated her for it. No one was ever able to break his composure, his heart, but the girl did. She destroyed him sending him into a horrible sense of loss and sorrow, and now his goblins have left him. He was an emotional wreck all because of a fifteen year old girl.
He threw the crystal ball he was holding across the room, and watched as it smashed into the wall. He had offered her everything, but she was just too stubborn. He growled and rose from his chair then continued to the window. He sat on the ledge and stared out upon the labyrinth.
The labyrinth was one of his many creations, but it was the only one that took on a life of its own. While she was here it was beautiful, but now it reflected his mood and looked as if it were dying. It had become a living thing on its own accord before that.
He conjured another crystal and focused it upon Sarah. He sighed and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. 'You have no power over me.' When she said those words he was subjected to a life of solitude and sorrow. He looked in the crystal and saw her sleeping form. He could see she was having a frightful nightmare and this worried him. The frown on his face growing deeper, not out of sorrow but rather pity. She sat up quickly in her bed and saw her shout his name. Though the crystal produced no sound, but he could read her lips.
He watched her throughout the rest of the morning until she got ready to take her shower. At that time he peeled his eyes away from her still feeling that she deserved respect even after she stole his heart.
He had enough. He had to at least see her in person or he would surely go mad. He jumped out the window with such ferocity that a being from Aboveground would think he was suicidal. About five feet from the ground he shifted his form into that of a snowy owl with wide amber eyes. His wingspan nearly reached eight feet across.
When he arrived in the Aboveground he followed her from her apartment. Once they were a couple of blocks away and near the forest he swooped down and shifted back to his human form. He stayed along the inner edge of the forest staying out of her sight. She seemed able to sense his presence and kept looking around for the mystery being.
"Well, well Sarah. Let us play a little game shall we." He whispered to himself. He kept appearing in the edge of her vision where she could only see enough of him to be paranoid. All of a sudden there was a horrible screech and before he could stop it the car came rushing towards Sarah's fragile form.
He could do nothing to stop it, not even rearrange time. He couldn't save her he could only hope. He screamed enraged he was almost certain he could feel her pain. People started to get out of the car and with one quick glance at her he vanished back to his world.
He was such a bastard. If he hadn't played head games with her they would probably be sitting in her apartment talking. Well, him talking and her yelling. Why, didn't he try to help her? He could have at least tried to stop the car, but no not even a Fae could have have stopped it.
He sat on the window sill and contemplated jumping. He deserved it, he deserved death. After what he had dealt to that poor girl, who had done nothing more than wished her brother away. Even though she had done that, she hadn't realized it was real, that he was real. Also she hadn't seen the consequences of it.
He had no excuse though. He had offered her everything and she denied it, he should've left it at that. But no, he had to be the selfish, over dramatic, bastard of a Fae that he was. He could feel the tears sting his eyes as he had a total and complete breakdown far worse than any he had before. About an hour and a million tears later he conjured a crystal. He wanted her, loved her, and one thing was certain he absolutely needed her.
The crystal he conjured produced noise and he felt shock course through him for a minute before the true shock of what he heard. 'She'll live, but she'll remain comatose. Were not sure how long as of now, at least long enough for her injuries to heal. Also she won't awaken until she has gained her energy back.' He became light headed as he heard these words, she was going to live.
Then his cause for celebration died as he realized he still couldn't communicate or be with her. Finally, after some thought it struck him, he could be with her.
In her dreams.
Author's Note: There you go chapter two of Her Heart Lives in the Underground. Thanks for reading read and review. (P.S. Does anybody else think that Jareth is such a bizarre character that it makes him too interesting. I'm talking about in the movie. I think the voice and the appearance just take it to a new level.) Sorry my rant is now over. Thanks again for reading. Next chapter will be up soon.