"Here is your room, Sarah." Angie opened an oak door, leading to a normal bedroom.
"What are you talking about? I live down stairs, in the dungeon. Don't you remember? I am the prisoner in the castle and am to serve the goblins." That's all I am.
"No, you're goin' to live here now and I'm not going against the King's wishes, so ya just settle down." Angie hobbled out the door.
Sarah started to turn in a circle looking at the construction of the room. Drapes of gold went from ceiling to floor were on either side of what looked like a sitting area. Over by one of the over stuffed chairs was her bed. A wooden sleigh bed covered in an excess of white and gold colored pillows, as well as quilts, which had, beside it, a closet. It was a gorgeous room, but Sarah felt out of place. She had not bathed in days and she was still wearing that tattered tunic of The Goblins King's. The young girl walked over to see if anything was in the closet and there was. There, on a hanger of some sort, was the dress he had made for her.
"I need my own clothes now…" Sarah ran her hands through her once silky hair, which was now tangled."...and a bath."
Looking around again Sarah spotted a bowl and a pitcher, "Oh please don't tell me that is what I have to use to wash myself with." Walking over, she saw there was a washcloth and soap. "Whatever," Sarah cautiously began to take off the burgundy poet shirt. Quickly Sarah began to wash herself and as she did, the girl noticed that she had calluses bruises, and cuts on her feet, "Ugh, why didn't I ask for shoes?" She ran her hand up her calf, "or a razor?" This is getting gross!
After her 'bath' Sarah decided to wash her only articles of clothing as well, but, because she did that Sarah had only one option for pajamas… her skin. Awesome, just what I need. To go to bed naked in the castle filled with the goblins and… their king. Sarah let her clothes dry in the cool night air as she slid in between the clean sheets. Oh well its not like he is going to be my wake up call. He doesn't want anything to do with me.
The young girl turned to her side as thoughts of the king's cruel words came flooding back.
Flashback
Sarah looked at him, but he did not even glance at her, "Say something."
Jareth stepped closer over to her, "Thank you for the tea." he said in an impassive tone.
End of Flashback
What an arrogant bastard.
Sarah turned lightly over in her sleep.
BAM suddenly bright light flooded the room.
"What that hell?" Sarah bolted straight up in her bed as she grabbed the top sheet to cover her body.
"Wake up deary. Ya can't sleep in here all day, besides that ya have cleaning ya need to take care of." Angie started to pull down the covers, but Sarah stopped her.
"Please, leave the sheets I'll get out on my own."
"Well hurry up sweetheart" Angie patted the bed and hobbled back out the double doors.
Sarah took the sheet with her as she stepped onto the rug that covered the freezing cobblestone. She walked over to her "bathtub", but was stopped by a knocking at her door.
"I said I would be right out Angie," the door opened, "Please Angie, I'm naked and I don't… Jareth."
"Nice to know, my dear Sarah," he walked over to her knowing that young girl was very uncomfortable, "but I only meant to tell you…" He started to stare at the bowl she used the previous night.
"What is it?" Sarah tried to figure out what he was looking at.
The Goblin King started to laugh, "Please don't tell me that you used this to take a bath in."
"Well of course not. You didn't expect me to fit in there."
"No, but you see Sarah just because we do not have the technology that you all have, does not mean to we to not have bathrooms." Jareth walked over to a door, which Sarah must have missed her first time looking around, and pushed it open to reveal a bathroom.
Sarah walked into the room and there stood was a bathtub, towels, a sink, and on rim there look to be some sort of blade. "Well thank you very much. Now if you will please excuse me." Sarah grabbed the door handle and slammed the door in his face.
Finally finishing her bath, Sarah walked back in her room and grabbed the steel blue gown, which reminded her of something that Juliet would wear from Romeo and Juliet.
The fabric was very soft on her ivory skin as it slid down her form. Thank the lord that it is not white or I would have to ask Angie to make me new underwear. How awkward would that be? Sarah thought to herself, while looking at herself in the full-length mirror. This is not going to work I need something from home. Sarah marched down to the king's room. "Jareth I need to talk to…"
"What can I help you with?" a tiny goblin looked up from the other side of the huge bed, which she was making.
"Um, sorry to bust in here like this, but do perhaps know where his majesty is?"
The green scalded goblin tucked a corner under, "Oh yeah, he went down to the ball- I mean I don't know where he went."
"Thanks," Sarah dragged out the word and walked out of the room. "The ballroom huh?" she whispered to herself.
Sarah walked down the corridor, which she thought she remembered led to the Ballroom, however it was 50/50 shot that it was the right one being that the last time she went down that way it was dark.
Lucky for the 17-year-old, she found the door; it was bulging out of the wall and reflecting the hall. Sarah turned the knob and let the door swing open.
Jareth stood in the middle of the destroyed room, "What do you want?" his back was to the door.
"I wanted to discuss something to you."
The Goblin King turned just in time to see Sarah come stepping down the stairs. Her hips swayed with each step; even though the steel blue gown hid her figure, he could still see the outline of each curve.
Sarah's heart fluttered as he stood in tight hugging leather pants, a billowy midnight blue poet shirt, which opened wide in the front, showing off his pale chest and abdominal muscles, leather boots that reached mid-calf and his dual eyes, which drifted over the young girl's form, studying her.
She swallowed hard, "Did you hear me? I need to speak with you."
Jareth held out a black gloved hand, "Dance with me."
Sarah stood there looking at him just being a few away from his offer, "What…I don't know,"
"I won't bite," Jareth grasped her hand and pulled her to him, making Sarah collide into his body, "hard." he finished. Sarah burst out in laughter; she just had to at his cliché remark.
They started to dance in the normal ballroom position, his hand about her waist, hers on his shoulder, together their other hands clasped together, and about a foot in between their bodies. However, Jareth let his arm become tighter around Sarah and brought her closer.
Feeling uncomfortable being so close and silent, Sarah remembered her questioned she wanted to ask, "Jareth," She kept her eyes away from his.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if perhaps I could go back to my house and get some clothes." Her words came out in one breath.
"What are wrong with the clothes I have provided for you?" he spun Sarah around.
"Well it's not that I don't appreciate it, it's just that I need something from home…" Sarah had made a decision earlier that day. She knew that she could never go back to the aboveground world, but where would she live. That is where she made her decision, Sarah would have to live in the underground…forever.
"Why would you need something from home?" he dipped Sarah.
"Well if I am to stay here," Jareth swept Sarah's body in a circle motion, then brought her back up, face to face with him, "that is if you would let me, then I would like to have something to remind me of my old home." Sarah finally was able to look into his blue and hazel eyes and there she saw something that frightened her straight to the bone, something that only deep with in her heart did Sarah ever want to see.
Suddenly Sarah was out of Jareth's arms, "I'm sorry I should have never of asked such a thing. Forgive me." She gathered up her long gown and turned to leave.
Jareth saw his Sarah about to leave and swiftly grabbed her hand bring her back to him.
"I'm sorr…" the king's lips came pressing hard onto Sarah's enabling her to finish her protest. Jareth's hands began to wonder down the girl's back pressing her so close to his body, so that not one ray of light could have shown through. Sarah raised her hands to his chest, the shirt he wore was feathery to the touch, almost brainwashing her from pushing him away.
Jareth kissed her delicately on her pouty lips and backing away, met her hazel eyes. "Sarah," he whispered, as he circled her elf shaped nose with his, then captured Sarah's temping lips again.
That was it, that was the downfall to Sarah's control. The young girl soon found herself wrapping her arms around the king's neck, allowing him to take full control of the situation.
Don't fall Sarah, don't fall, don't fall, don't fall… Sarah felt herself beginning to drown in his warmth, his kisses, his love.
Pushing away, Sarah regain control, "No," She again gathered her dress and stepped quickly out of the room.
Reaching the top of the stairs that met her room door, the girl ran straight on into the room, and collapsing on the bed. Holding her heart, Sarah closed her eyes and saw his face again. His eyes…there were fill…fill with such… She panted trying to catch her breath. Oh, why did I have to say that? WHY! I should not have said that to him and let him touch and kiss me like that. Now how am I to face him…I will just have to go to him and act normal. Sarah hopped off her bed and walked over to open the door, but some how it opened on its own before she got the chance.
"Hello?" she questioned.
Angie popped her head in, "Sarah deary, the king would like to know what you wanted to ask him earlier and he is terribly sorry for your meeting to be cut so early before."
"Oh thank you, I… I wanted to know if I could go back to my world and get some of my things." Sarah did not dare to look up afraid Angie would be able to see her blushed face.
"Alright, I'll tell his majesty." and as she entered, the goblin popped her head back out.
Sarah lay back onto the bed and let out a loud sigh, "Great, more time with Jareth."
When Sarah awoke, it was night outside, "Ugh, I must have fallen asleep." she rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked aloud to no one.
"It is about eleven here in the Labyrinth." Jareth's cool voice ran down her spine.
"What are you doing in here?"
"I came to fetch you… or do you not want to go back?" he lifted his gloved hand and studied it.
"Oh, yeah just let me…" Sarah looked around; she knew she looked a fright. "I just need to freshen up a little."
"Of course," Jareth gave a low swiping bow and stepped out.
Walking over to the mirror, Sarah wanted to scream at the way she looked. Her wild wavy hair was sticking everywhere; it looked as if she had been struck by lightening. "Good lord," She dunk her face into the bowl and scrubbed then decided what to do with the nest on her head. Finally, she was able to tame the raven beast, to where it looked like gentle waves.
A knock came to the door, "May I come in?"
"Yes." she yelled towards the door.
Jareth walked in, "Are you ready to leave my dear?"
"I think so…" Sarah looked down at herself.
"You look wonderful," The Goblin King whispered into her ear.
The young girl almost jumped she did not even hear him walk across the room. "Thank you, but I think we should leave now."
"As you wish my Sarah," Jareth offered a midnight blue covered arm and with that they couple was on there way.
Sarah almost fell onto her childhood bed when they landed in her room. Adjusting to dark, Sarah saw that her room was just as it was when admitted to the hospital. "Everything is the same," the young girl let go of the king's arm, "Lancelot!" Sarah held the teddy bear to her breast, giving it a peck on the head.
"I never saw your room when I first came here three years ago." Jareth was now inspecting his Sarah's room. "I can understand why you were such a child back then." he held a ragged doll in his hands.
"Give me that," Sarah snatched from The Goblin King, "and I was not a child."
Jareth let out a heavy sigh, "Of course not, it was just everything was so unfair to you." He leaned on her desk as he smiled at Sarah, making the heat rise to her pale cheeks.
"I was 15… and I'm not like that anymore, so don't bring it up." She said in her defense.
Jareth walked over from where he was leaning and kissed Sarah's forehead, "I know."
"Stop that," Sarah brushed him away.
"Stop what?" he gave another innocent grin.
"Kissing me, I don't like it."
Jareth stood in front of Sarah leaning his body into her, "Oh but you didn't feel that way in the Ballroom." he was now mere inches from her captivating mouth.
"Please don't…"
"Who's in here?" a voice came from the other side of the door, causing Sarah and Jareth to split.
"Shit!" Sarah cursed.
The door came swinging open, "Sarah! Oh my God where have you been?" her father came into the room.
"I just came to pick up a few things." Sarah went to her closest to grab her suitcase, but it was already on her bed with clothes packed in. Jareth you little sneak… Thank you. She thought.
"Sarah we heard about the kidnapping, he here with you?" Her dad started to come closer. "Where did you get those clothes? Did he make you wear that did he hurt you?"
"Jareth brought me here and I'm going back." Sarah started to lift the suitcase.
"Oh please Sarah not this again. You know that he is not real, its just your imagination. Please you have to stop this." Richard started to take the bag away from his daughter, "Now tell me who took you so we can get him and take you back to the hospital."
Sarah tugged at the carrier, "It is real and I'm not going back to Shady Meadows."
"Stop this, you're crazy!" Her father pulled at the case letting it fall to the floor and all the clothes spilled out.
"Look what you have done." Sarah yelled and began to pick up the garments.
"Sarah, Sarah!" Richard pulled his daughter to her feet.
"Leave me alone, I have no reason to stay here! You and that bitch of a mother don't want me so why should I stay?"
"Listen to me," Suddenly the world became dizzy as Sarah felt her cheek being slapped by her father.
The young girl held her cheek as tears of pain came pouring down her cheek, "I'm leaving!" Sarah gathered up her suitcase.
"Oh Sarah I didn't mean to hit you!" He followed his daughter out of her room, but stopped at the top of the stairs to watch her leave. "I just wanted you to listen to me!"
Sarah slammed the door
Outside she saw Jareth standing there waiting for her.
"What happened to you?" he could see her left cheek was starting to swell.
"He didn't mean it…he just wanted me to listen to him."
"Who Sarah?" Jareth walked closer to her and lifted her chin to see the abused cheek.
"My father…" the young girl let out a horrible cry of pain and anguish.
Jareth wanted to rip that sorry excuse of a father's heart out. How dare he touch her in such a manner, no respectable being would do that to someone they love. He will pay for such an act.
"You should have not let him do that to you." Jareth started to walk closer to her.
"I don't understand…" Sarah cupped her injured cheek, "He has never done that before. Why would he hurt me?"
Jareth wrapped his arms around the fragile girl, "Because he doesn't love or care about you, Sarah. No one who loves someone would hurt them, like your father hurt you."
Her whole body shook as she cried, "But… but I thought he did, he was supposed to love me… Jareth, I want to go home…" Sarah ran her hands over her face.
"Of course, my dear Sarah, of course." He held her tight and they disappeared into the night.
A/N: Please review! and Thx to everyone who has! .