I finally figured how to get to the next bit of the story. I'm sorry in advance this is not a nice chapter.

WARNING : adult content and violence : WARNING

PS please don't hate me and I promise to update again ASAP.

Chapter 8

Sarah was dancing in someone's arms but her vision was blurred, she could not identify the man. There was music and laughter in the background, yet it wasn't happy laughter, it sounded mocking and malicious. She could tell the room was brightly lit and there was a heavy musk, the scent of sex, in the air.

There was something familiar about her surroundings and as her eyes cleared she saw with adult eyes a crystal ballroom where she had danced before. She looked down to see a familiar looking white and silver dress. A small part of her said she had to get away, to break the enchantment, as she had nine years before, but Sarah was unable to stop her masked partner from leading her around the dance floor, she was held tightly in his arms and the separate part of her mind was silenced.

Having no other option than to be swung around the dance floor Sarah took a long look at the man in whose arms she was held. He seemed so familiar but she couldn't remember his name. She could see blond hair around his goblinesque, white, mask, it was longer on the sides but shorter on the top, it stuck out in all directions like a lions mane.

"I know you from somewhere." Sarah told the man as she tried to avoid looking at the other people in the crowded room

"Really?" The man replied, his voice oozed charm and sex appeal even in just that one word.

"You're important somehow." She tried to remember.

"Am I now?" He teased.

"I was waiting for you somewhere."

"Then why did you stop, Sarah?" He made her name sound like a caress.

She made no reply, her eyes had met briefly with a man in the shadows at the edge of the dance floor. The lust in his eyes was scary and his look was echoed by every one around her.

"Why did you give up waiting?" Her dance partners voice was intense as he carefully enunciated the words, his grip on her waist and hand tightened.

Sarah was becoming increasingly nervous, her surroundings and the mans actions were setting off alarm bells in her head. She couldn't think of a response to his question, she somehow knew that having no answer would anger him. She diverted him, "Did you ever turn up?"

"Too late." His mask was gone and she could see his strikingly handsome face. The pale skin, upswept eyebrows and mismatched eyes made him seem more familiar than ever.

"We're together now isn't that all that matters?" Sarah didn't know why but she stood on tiptoes and pulled the mans head down to meet hers. The sensation as their lips touched was electric and the hungry looks on the face of the crowd were suddenly unimportant. The room seemed to fade away from around the lip locked pair.

When Sarah disappeared from the nursery Hoggle and Sir Didymus weren't sure what happened. If the enchantment had been broken she should have just woken up, not faded from view. That the nurse had somehow expected it they were sure, she had taken the child from Sarah's arms with only moments to spare. The dwarf and the knight could only hope Sarah was somewhere safe.

Jareth didn't know how Sarah had manoeuvred him into the kiss. It hadn't been part of his plan, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, he had let the magic ballroom fade as she'd deepened the kiss. Her hands were on his chest pulling at the openings to his shirt, he found his were at the ties to her dress.

Her skirt hit the ground, revealing a short lace underskirt, the bodice joined it only a few seconds later. He realized that his jacket and shirt had also been removed. As he ran his gloved fingertips over her bare back and shoulders he could feel the erect tips of Sarah's breasts on his chest through the thin fabric of her camisole, while her hands roamed over his smooth muscled chest. Her supple, scantily clad body pressed to his was the greatest distraction from his original plan.

Jareth, his name is Jareth, Sarah thought. Now she could remember his name she was sure the rest would follow. She threaded her fingers into his feather soft, white blonde hair. She could feel the heat building at the junction of her thighs, and could feel the bulge of his arousal through his leather trousers.

Shivering with excitement she took a deep breath in through her nose, the smell of cinnamon now in her head as they fell intertwined onto a four poster bed. Cinnamon scent rose from the covers beneath her. On some level she knew that this was his bed. His hands roamed under her camisole, fingertips softly brushing her nipples, sending shivers through her, making her hair stand on end.

She was in the presence of this perfect man. A gorgeous man, definitely not lacking in the trouser department, from the feel of his against her, and his spicy smell hot wiring her brain to dump crazy amounts of hormones into her veins. And this perfect man wanted plain mortal Sarah, her perfect man was lovingly tracing the mortal figure of the girl under him with his soft leather glove as she was successfully releasing the clasp of his belt.

A connection in her brain immediately doused the fire in her loins. Her mind was once again completely operational and in full possession of all the facts and her memories. Her cousins words suddenly had a very shocking meaning.

Jareth had obviously sensed the difference in her, her sudden stiffness. He broke off from nuzzling into her neck and looked down at her face only to see her wide eyed and surprised.

"Oh shit I never thought... Jays father was fae." She muttered struggling to breathe trying to pull away from Jareth slightly.

All Jareth heard was "Jays father" and it was enough to fill him with rage. To remember a past lover while in his bed. He would not be denied now he was once again reminded of her betrayal.

Sarah saw the change in the Goblin Kings eyes, the rage no longer controlled on his face. He brutally mashed his lips to hers, not caring that she didn't respond. It took a few moments for the still slightly stunned woman to realise what Jareth was intent on doing, at that point she started to fight him.

Jareth growled, her squirming under him was unwittingly rubbing against an increasingly sensitive area and even working down his tight trousers for him. He grabbed her arms and using a physical strength much greater than her own he held them above her head and with his free hand ripped away her last few, very thin, items of clothing.

"Jareth stop!" Sarah pleaded. "You don't understand about Jay."

He slapped her cheek hard, for mentioning the son of another man, bringing tears to her eyes.

"Please don't do this." She sobbed.

He drove her legs apart with his knee and positioned himself at her entrance.

"No!" She screamed at him, salt tears flowing from her emerald eyes.

He forced himself into her up to the hilt feeling something tear on the way, simultaneously knowing he had just done something he thought was impossible and that it was something his conscience knew was atrocious and utterly repulsive to him.

Sarah had still been a virgin An innocent, faithful woman, and he had raped her.

He withdrew from her directly, releasing her hands and rolling from his position over her. Jareth felt ill, guilt welling up inside him as he waved a gloved hand his clothing once more intact. He had wrapped her in a blanket where she had curled up into a ball, weeping and shaking.

"This isn't the way it was meant to happen." she whispered between her cries.

"Jay isn't your child." Jareths voice was coarse and broken as he spoke for the first time.

"My cousins. I adopted him." She managed to get out.

"I'm so sorry Sarah I..." He couldn't formulate the necessary words. The Goblin King backed away from the bed into a darkened corner of the room almost collapsing against the walls. He watched over the weeping woman as, exhausted, she succumbed to sleep. He continued his vigil as she slept, not able to sleep himself but unable to think of anything but the despicable act he had perpetrated.

When Sarah woke hours later no more tears fell. She gathered the heavy blanket around herself and rose from the bed. She calmly, and with more poise and dignity than the High Queen herself, walked over to the Goblin King. Her face set with a look of disdain but her eyes were hollow and empty.

"Your Majesty, I wish to go home now with my son. It is my wish that you never interfere with my life or the life of any member of my family ever again. You no longer have any power over me." As Sarah said the words she heard the clock begin to chime the end of her thirteen hours.