Sarah was in deep thought as she got ready for school. She was independent, living on her own. Looking over her appearance, she was dressed her denim jeans and a fitted red tee-shirt. Placing her leather jacket on she went to the mirror before applying her cherry lip gloss. She was curious for two days. She was sure Jacob King was the Goblin King. He strongly resembled him, sounded like him and carried himself just like him. While walking to her next class, Sarah sort out the business card. She placed it in her left pocket. On it, his name, business number and address were present. Right under there was a quote. Now she was absolutely convinced he was her Goblin King. "Creator of Dreams" was right under the address. So why did he act like he didn't remember her or even Toby?
So many questions. Sarah didn't understand why she wanted to spend time with him. He was the Villian! It just bothered her. Was there a problem in the Underground and that's why he's here? Still, that wouldn't explain his memory loss. Sarah was decisive. She would contact Jacob King and request that dinner she owed him. IF he was the Goblin King, did he change so much after her immature self told him he had no power over her? Why would he risk his life to protect her and Toby?
The school day dragged. When the bell rang to her last class, she all but raced out of the classroom. She hoped the payphone in the student cafeteria was free. She held the business card as if it was her rare jewel.
Arriving, she noticed there was a gorgeous guy with black hair on the phone. She overheard his conversion since he was arguing with his girlfriend. She tried to block what he was saying out as she was thinking how to approach the dinner subject to Jacob. She was brought out of her thoughts when he heard the phone was slammed down and the guy left.
Sarah dug out a quarter and dialed the number on the business card. He had to be in his office...as it rang, Sarah felt here heart race. What was going on with her? A woman's voice answered. "Reaching Stars Record Label, the creator of dreams. My name is Dominique, Mr. Kings Personal secretary. How may I help you?" The woman's voice was truly sultry. Sarah breathed in. "Hello, my name is Sarah Williams. If Mr. King isn't busy could you please transfer me?" Sarah asked kindly.
Dominique sighed. "Are you a vocalist?" She asked impatiently, lightly tapping her long, red polished nails upon her desk. "Mr. King is very busy." Sarah closed her eyes, imploring herself to try again. "Mr. King asked me to give him a call. Please just give him my name. The number I'm calling from is 555-4575."
Dominique wanted to get rid of this girl. She knew her type. The good girl. The type of girl men like Jacob wanted to show off. Dominique wrote down the number only to toss it into the waste basket seconds later.
Still she couldn't risk Jacob finding out. "Please hold." Over the phone intercom, she contacted Jacob. "Mr. King, you have a call. It's from a Ms. Sarah Williams. Shall I have her call you back if your busy with the recording album by Jeremy?" She enquired. Jacob smiled in his office. "No, it's fine. Patch her though." He told her while crossing his legs over his desk. He was dressed in a classic black business suit and maroon tie. He waited as he heard Sarah's voice. "Mr. King, It's Sarah Williams." She stated in a whisper.
Jacob grinned. "Why, hello Ms. Williams, wonderful day, is it not? How may I assist you?" He stated in a light, playful tone. Did he pick up on her nervousness? Sarah gave a small smile. "Well, sir. You played the part of a charming knight in shinning armor. This damsel in distress would like to say thank you. You requested dinner-" She stopped speaking when she heard Jacob chuckle. "Yes, I'll pick you up." He told her. "Sarah, how is your ankle?" He asked. Sarah could imagine his display of concern in his eyes. Sarah smiled. "It's healing." She replied. Jacob nodded his head, satisfied with her answer. "Do you still live with your paren-" He was interrupted. "No. I'm current in a small apartment three miles away from them. My address is: 5641 Mystic Drive 40571."
Jacob wrote down Sarah's address. He would have it memorized in no time. This didn't make any sense at all. His attraction to her would be his undoing. She was a beautiful young woman and that was a fact. He dreaded to ask the next question. Still he needed to. "Excuse me-Sarah but do you live al-" He was cut off as the phone went dead.
Sarah was looking for more change. This couldn't have happened at a worse time. G*D! She was so close. Maybe the secretary would give him the number. Sarah waited. First 10 minutes and then 20 minutes rolled by. No, his secretary didn't pass the number along. She just hoped he would meet her at her place about 6 tonight.
Why she couldn't wait to see him again?
Sarah was disappointed as she got on her bus. Glancing down at her watch. It was 3 pm now. Arriving home, Sarah took a bath and changed into her little red dress. She had no idea if Jacob would be picking her up tonight. But she would be ready. She placed her black cone heels on. The last thing to take care of was her hair. She decided on a French Twist, all the while making sure the tendril hair was out loose.
How could she prove Jacob King was, in fact, Jareth, King of the Goblins? She knew how. The labyrinth book! She would reinstate the same line when Jareth had no choice but to leave her life. But she was scared. What if that caused Jacob to leave? No, she wouldn't do that again. Skimming through the pages, Sarah didn't recall this part. 'But what the girl didn't realize was that she had fallen in love with him, too.' He wasn't a Villain. She was so wrong about that, about him.
He was simply a man who wanted to please his lady. Sarah stared down at the book, her eyes glistering in tears. Jareth, I'm so sorry. I do love you. Sarah was certain he didn't appear to her was because she was no longer a child. No, that didn't make sense. He didn't appear to her because he was in her world.
It was six-thirteen when her door bell rang. Sarah looked through the peephole. All the anxiety she held onto today vanished. Jacob King was in front of her door. Sarah grabbed her leather jacket and and purse which continued her keys before opening her the door softly, closing it behind her. "Are you alright, Sarah?" He asked, stepping through the threshold. His voice warmed her soul before incasing her in the wall with both his hands. "We were disconnected." He replied to her with a smile, approaching her.
Sarah noticed he had a black suit, a firm white shirt. She respected how he presented himself now. He wasn't in extra tight fitting clothes. It was true she had noticed all along what he wore when all those times they came face to face in the Labyrinth. But as a girl of 16, she blocked it out because it was inappropriate.
Sarah studied his movements, their eyes met. He was deliberate in his calculated his gestures. Jacob moved his head towards hers, angling his neck to take a whiff of her vanilla perfume. He raised himself. Sarah felt her heart racing again in how she saw him looking at her. Like she was his whole world. Jacob smirked before inching his head closer to her again. This time she felt his warm breath as he moved in and gently kissed her cheek. Moving away from her, he took in what she was wearing. A red off the shoulder knee length dress. He liked it. He liked it a lot. He wanted to show her off and proclaim this particular lady was his.
Sarah collected herself as best as she could. No man had ever made her feel what Jacob did. She was certain Jacob and Jareth were the same man. She recalled how he looked at her before their dance. It was the same! There had to have been proof.
Jacob didn't know what he wanted from Sarah. He knew one thing. She wouldn't be another notch on his belt. He didn't know why but he liked her. It didn't make any sense. But she was kind and she felt so right in his arms when he pulled her and Toby to safety.
Opening his car door, Sarah smiled and got in, placing the seatbelt over herself. Sarah stretched her right hand, pulling up the his car door lock. Jacob stared at her. The more time he spent with Sarah, the more he liked her.
Before Sarah knew it, she was standing in his rather large kitchen. "Jacob, you know when you had invited me to dinner, I had a funny vision of us ending up in a restaurant, not in your kitchen." She told him nearly rolling her eyes, showing off her spunk.
Jacob grinned. "Oh really?" He responded. "So you never had a man cook for you?" He asked, in a flirting tone. "Paying for dinner is one thing but preparing it could be a sign of his intentions." He replied, apron around his business suit. Sarah could see his muscles better since he draped his blazer over his ivory white couch in the living room.
Sarah stared at Jacob, her hands on her slender hips. "And what are your intentions?" She found herself asking. Jacob turned his head and observed Sarah. For some reason he found himself wanting nothing more than to take her in his arms and brush his lips over her own beautiful rose red ones. She was adorable and captivating. He smirked. "Oh believe me, Sarah, you will understand my intentions very soon." He replied, focusing on the fried chicken cutlets. Sarah felt her face heat up.
There was silence for a few moments. After he stirred the sauce, he glimpsed at the book Sarah had brought with her. "The Labyrinth?" He asked, wearing a puzzled look on his handsome face. "What's that about?"
Finally! Sarah though. She gave him the most beautiful smile. "It's about a young woman who falls in love with a Goblin king after she stupidly wished he take her baby brother away. The King vowed to turn the boy into either a Goblin or Fae." She replied.
Sarah understood as she got older Jareth meant Toby would have become a Fae. She misunderstood when he said, 'Toby will become on of us.' Sarah stared straight into Jacobs eyes. "At first she though of him as the Villain but after five years, she sees how wrong she was. He loved her so much that he granted her special abilities. In their final confrontation, she told him the one thing she regrets," Sarah didn't want to say it. She was scared he would be lost to her. In a whispered voice, 'You have had no power over me', when all he wanted was her love. But the real kicker was that the girl didn't realize she was in love with him just as much as he was with her. He offered only himself and now the girl, was older and wiser, would have chosen to be his wife, Queen of the Goblins. She would offer herself to him with only request. If he swore to keep the little boy as he was. Human. She was so stupid. Five years later, she called for him but he chose not to meet with her." She replied, eyeing Jacob the whole time.
Sarah let out a sigh of relief when she said the phrase and nothing happened to him!
Jacob noticed the main course was done. He turned of the flame, watching her with piercing eyes. "Sarah, you know life happens even in a fantasy romance."
Sarah sighed. How could she get through to him and prove what she knew? "What would you do if you were the Goblin King?" She found herself asking. "Would you accept her apology? Would you still love her?"
Jacob shrugged his shoulders, snapping his fingers. "I knew you were a good girl and good girls love happy endings. I value loyalty, Sarah. As for love," He continued. "Maybe that King wanted to get over her and willed himself and that's why he refuses to see her." Sarah wanted to cry again. She wanted to shake him, plead with him to remember who he was. He was her Goblin King. He was also the man, Fae or not, who loved her completely. "But Sarah, I'm certain we're strangers to love." Sarah stared up at him, astonishment apparent in her eyes. She found herself asking, "Have you ever been in love?"
Jacob nodded his head. "I know I was but I can't seem to remember her. I've also had many girlfriends-" Sarah shook her head. "I bet you also mean many bed partners." He smiled. Sarah was no fool and he respected that. Sarah continued, he witnessed her eyes grow a shade darker of green . "Although it isn't fair to the only woman you love."
The dinning table was completely set. Sarah helped him carry the dishes. He helped Sarah take her seat. All of a sudden he filled her champagne glass. All of a sudden, he replied in a gentle warm voice, all knowing, "Touché, my dear." He replied, he gave her an amusing grin. "But you are very wrong. That is a form of cheating and I wouldn't do that."
After dinner, Jacob showed Sarah around his home. He wanted her to feel comfortable around his place and around him. Sarah tried her best to keep up with him. He was a music producer but she could clearly see he was a collector of medieval objects.
After dinner, Jacob showed Sarah around his home. Coming across a collective table, Sarah's eyes widened. There, right there, was Jareth's crystal-ball! And it was faintly glowing blue!