An:I was recently inspired. I saw Labyrinth at a theater and remembered this Fanfic. So, here I am. I have it almost done and I think it will be about 25 chapters. Here is the first of the continuation I know some of you have been waiting a long time for.
Sarah awoke in the bedroom alone. She knew it before she opened her eyes, Jareth was not with her. She rolled on her back throwing her arm over across her vision. Was it real? She recalled the ball and last night with slight regret. It was beautiful and haunting. She stretched her fingers and touched herself, but she didn't feel any different.
Slowly, she pulled herself in a sitting position. She silently wished the room wasn't so bright, and it, quite suddenly, changed. She marveled as the shades closed, the floor darkened, and the windows disappeared. Only dim candles remained. She thought about utter darkness, and the room transformed again as the candles were gone. All sources of light vanished. Then she went back to thinking about the current time, and sunlight overtook her.
She groaned hating herself and resigning to the dim room with candles. She was too tired. She longed for Audra to bring her any food from the kitchen, but first, she wanted more sleep. The night's events from before danced in her returning dreams.
Jareth sat opposite Enyo in the library, smiling. "It worked out better than I thought it would. Love potions are so rare now, I assumed you were fooling me." Jareth relinquished. He was uneasy despite his restful night of sleep.
Enyo gave a genuine grin.
"How did you find it?" He finished, slightly impatient.
Enyo gave a tap on her cheek with her gloved finger and looked up. "I honestly don't remember." She sighed. "It must be all the conquering I've been doing." She gave another purple-lipped smile.
"I suppose you want your payment then." Jareth was running his fingers up and down his riding crop not bothering to look in her direction.
"I killed your nephew, Jareth. Did you hear?" Enyo asked cocking her head to the side. "After the ball last night. I thanked him for the party, and then I slit his throat. Just. Like. That."
"No, I hadn't heard." Jareth mused. "Sounds like a mess. He actually was fond of you, you know." He remained preoccupied.
"I thought he might have been. A shame." Enyo murmured quietly letting her mind drift to happier places.
"A pity, yes." Jareth agreed. Then swiftly, he turned in his chair to face her swinging his legs over the edge. His eyes were dark, and his mind was foggy.
"I will kill her, Jareth." Enyo said matter-of-factly. "I will hold her up for all the world to see, and then I will break her." She sighed. "It would be very sad for you. And unseemly."
Jareth laughed. "Oh, Enyo. Please do as you will." He yawned. "I'm dreadfully bored of her."
"Oh, really? Just last night you were in love with her" Enyo twisted the word love in the air with her finger.
"She was a challenge." Jareth stood up sauntering to Enyo. He put a hand in her hair. "Unfinished business." He finished softly.
Enyo stood up leveling herself with him. "Forgive me if I don't believe you, Jareth."
"Understandable." He breathed, eyes half-lidded. "She was a piece of an old puzzle I finally put in its place. I'm done with my toy now." He gave a predator's smirk.
Enyo now put her finger on Jareth's cheek. He tensed as she ran it slowly up and down the length of his jaw. "Then you won't mind if I dispose of her."
"Oh, of course." Jareth waved his hand as Sarah materialized in front of them. "Sarah, Enyo wanted to kill you." Jareth yawned again.
Sarah looked around the library with a confused expression. Enyo stepped in front of her. She cocked head causing her burgundy curls to bounce against her black cloak. Her mouth opened in a vicious smile.
Sarah looked at Jareth nervously. He gave both the women light shrug before leaving the library through one of the many arches. He shut the doors behind him and made his way down to his office. He wiped the sweat away from his forehead and laughed coldly to himself. "All for the Kingdom," he chanted "All for the Kingdom."
Sarah had managed to find her "guest" room. Her new clothes had been put away in drawers, and her string of belongings were placed on the desk next to the mirror. She picked up the mask and put it to her face again. She tied it around her hair and smiled. She needed her own make up.
Her smile faded. No, I don't. I'm leaving. She gently released the dark ribbon from its knot and laid it back down next to her black folded coat.
She stepped out onto the balcony and looked over the labyrinth. She reached for the sun willing it to give her answers. The Underground. She sighed. "I don't understand the relationship." She mumbled before returning to her room. Between here and where I am from.
She went to the bed and noticed it was made. Her fingers ran down the duvet and wandered as she thought about never feeling silk like this against her skin again. She felt a small sob tighten in her throat. She had already decided to not say goodbye to her friends.
It was time to move on. It was time to grow up.
She fell to the floor and let her tears take her. The room shifted darkening just like Jareth's room had earlier that morning.
After checking herself in the mirror, Sarah decided it was time to go. She told herself she had just spent way too long feeling sorry for herself in a king's guest room. It was time to find Jareth. She opened her door and realized the castle felt odd. Not different, just odd.
She walked down the corridor in the quiet. The gold lined carpet and the fabulous pictures along the walls did not explain what Sarah was feeling, only that she was feeling strange as they began to close in on her. She put her hand out to steady herself. She saw the world flash before her eyes. The walls became forestation for a moment before flashing back to walls. Her head ached, and her eyes watered. Something was very wrong.
She slumped against the wall unsure where gravity was going as she slid across the hall. Her head turned and she saw her body was staying behind. What the Hell. She slid through the wall screaming. She didn't feel pain as she clawed at the floor she couldn't feel. She could no longer see her body as she flew through the stone castle walls.
She finally landed in a room without doors. She could feel the floor and it was cold. There was a dirty bed full of cobwebs and nothing else. She ran to the wall she was thrown to and slammed her fist against the stone.
"Let me out!" She yelled only to hear her own echo answering her. She yelled again before tapping as many stones she could find the patience to tap. "Open, dammit!" She groaned against the walls. "This is ridiculous!"
Sarah pinched the skin on her hand, and it hurt. So was she in her body or not. Her head began pounding again as her eyes watered. "What the fuck?" She put her hand against the wall to steady herself. "What is this."
Her lungs felt heavy. She was sure she was going to die. She took a deep breath as her throat closed up. She remembered the sensation of drowning when Jareth had dropped her in the fountain. It was back.
She swung her arms frantically in the empty room. She banged the walls, small sounds escaping her mouth. Her vision grew dark once more as she felt herself crash into the floor.
She took a breath, threw up, and wiped off her mouth. Her headache was gone but her eyes were still watering. Within moments she was shooting through the castle walls again and back to her body.
When she landed she felt like the world was spinning. Her breath was ragged and intense. Her throat hurt.
"What the fuck." she said again in between her breaths. She wanted out of this place. Now.
She ran down the hall exhausted. She thought she prepared herself to turn left, but instead she slammed into a window and caused it to crack. Disoriented, she continued down the hall wondering if she was suffering brain trauma from something last night or cut off of air just before.
She made it to the stairs. Strangely, they looked normal to her. "Jareth" Her voice was breathy and forced. She pulled her self down and up the stairs knowing her trip would be short. The stairs stopped in front of a door Sarah had never seen before, though she wasn't surprised. She had come to expect there were many things she had yet to see in this castle, and many of them, she knew she wouldn't want to.
She stepped through the door swinging it swiftly away from her with one hand and grabbing her side with the other to steady herself. She felt splinters dive into her palm as she lazily slid it across the wooden door. Something is wrong.
She continued down a thin hall lined with slanted windows and a red rug. When she reached the end, Sarah had little strength left. Her eyes were heavy, her lungs were collapsing, and her hands were bleeding from all of her falls. She needed home, wherever the fuck that was.
She leaned her whole body into the door knowing Jareth would be on the other side, not knowing how she knew or why she know, but she knew. She expelled a dangerous amount of blood on the floor staining the gray stones with her life.
"What is. . ." She fell into the door frame looking up into Jareth's indifferent eyes. She held up her bleeding hand for—what seemed to her—an eternity to the empty-eyed king before her.
He knelt down to her crumbled form taking her chin in his hands. He wiped some of the blood from her lips onto his glove.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before coming back to his. Her breath stopped. She knew in that instant she had had a long drawn out death, and now, it would end.
"Good bye, Sarah." Jareth whispered as she closed her eyes all around her went dark.
Sarah stretched out her hands to grab all of her pieces. She reached in the blackness for her chest and felt it materialize before her. Next she sought her arms, then hands. She felt a serge of air travel down her lungs and back out. She reached for legs, knees, feet, and toes. Her back arched against her center of gravity. She sought her mouth nose and last, her eyes.
They flew open, and brightness surrounded her. She felt reborn. Her fingers dug into the earth as her mouth let a silent scream run through the air.
A flock of birds took off from the trees in a mass exodus and Sarah was left in the grass, alone.
Numbly, Jareth picked up Sarah's dead body. Enyo had gone, satisfied she had killed Sarah. She continued to demand Jareth's Armies, but he was able to hold her off.
"Come in a week or so. It will take time to prepare them." Jareth said from the other side of his desk.
Enyo cleaned her knife and accepted this answer. "Fine. If they are not ready the next time I am to visit you, I will kill you like your nephew and your whore."
And she vanished much the way Jareth had done many times before.
Jareth sat Sarah in one of the library chairs and removed the necklace he had given Sarah the night before. The insignia fell in his hand delicately as Sarah's body began to change. Slowly, it moved and transformed until it was a completely new creature. Then the creature fell to dust before becoming nothing but a memory.
Jareth stood up, a sad look on his face. The insignia was hot in his hand. "It had to be done." he said to the chair that sat empty save for shadows. "I need people to believe she is dead, but she must be safe."
He narrowed his eyebrows. He was not himself, and he didn't like it. She was like a disease, a pathetic, beautiful disease.
He placed the insignia in his pocket. "Thank you, for your sacrifice, Audra."