Hello, readers! This story is coming to you because, again, I wanted to write with Jareth. I've had this idea for a little while now and I've finally started to work on it. It won't be too long. I don't expect it to go longer than three chapters.
So, a couple things before we get to the story, bear with me!
1. This is inspired by G-Dragon's "She's Gone" and "Obsession/Nightmare". If you've never heard them, I suggest it. They are brilliant in a thriller sort of way. The MV for "She's Gone" started this whole thing. That said, this is a songfic. Lyrics of the songs are randomly interspersed throughout this story either as Jareth's thoughts, occasionally dialogue or descriptions.
2. The rating on this is subject to change to 'M'. The next chapter is what will decide it. The rating will depend on how I decide to stylistically handle a certain event. On a similar note, violence will be present. You have been given a fair warning.
3. This is first and foremost, horror. Romance is only through Jareth's perversion of thought.
4. This is an alternate series of events based on scenes in the movie, so I guess you can classify it as AU.
That will be all! That was a really long author's note. Sorry! But now, onto the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Labyrinth', "She's Gone", or "Obsession/Nightmare"
Obsession
She had bit it.
Her lips had gently brushed against the soft fuzz of the peach.
Her teeth had penetrated its succulent flesh.
Its sweet juice had dripped into her mouth and down her chin.
Everything was going perfectly.
He had ensured that it would.
There was no chance of slip up, nothing could go wrong, everything could go right. And everything would go right.
With practiced dignity, the Goblin King stood from his throne. His was the face of calmness and composure among the cacophony and raucous of his goblins. But inside. Oh, inside his slender frame surged a fierce passion that could not be measured.
Slow, deliberate, and trained steps brought him out of the chaotic room and down the hall to a tall, open window. With a flourish of his cape he sat on the ledge. A cool breeze caressed his face, but he paid no mind to it. The wind's seducing touch meant nothing to him. It was her touch he craved, and it was her touch he would receive.
A practiced gesture conjured four precious crystals in his leather clad hands.
Each one a perfected detail.
Each one so crucial.
The Goblin King let the last of the crystals slip from his fingers onto the gentle wind his breath had created. Her dreams were coming: delicate, intricate and perfect. A tight smirk curled his lips across his teeth. She would soon see. He laid it out so beautifully. A wonderful night. She couldn't deny her dreams. She couldn't deny him any longer. Those others meant nothing to her. Now, she couldn't help but see this simple truth that was so plain to him.
The malicious king stood from his perch on the window and hastily made his way to his chambers.
Perfect.
It had to be perfect.
He had planned it perfectly.
He had planned it so beautifully.
The possessed king threw his chamber doors open and stalked inside. A golden goblet sat on a small table near his bedside. He reached out a hand and roughly grabbed ahold of it. He brought the rim to his lips and allowed the burning, blood-red liquid to pass across his thin lips. The coarse liquid seared his throat as it travelled down. He usually had no taste for this goblin concoction, but today, it tasted so sweet.
Why did it taste so sweet?
The tormented Goblin King peeled off his outer wear drenched in the stench alcohol and slipped on a more appropriate outfit.
High, stiff collar.
Dark, royal blue.
Glittering jewels.
It was beautiful.
It was perfect.
She'd see.
She'd understand.
She was no longer an interesting mortal. She was no longer a trinket of amusement. She was his love. She was his waking nightmare. She was his obsession.
A smile curled his lips back as he watched her flit in and out of the bodies, searching.
Searching for him.
A thrill of excitement and passion coursed through his body. She appeared to be a child that had lost her way. Confusion, panic, fascination flitting across her face as she observed the various party goers. Her attention occasionally captured by their fleeting masked faces.
A boiling anger surged through the king.
No, he thought, look only at me. I love it when you look only at me.
Her innocent eyes lightly land on him. Yes.
He stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, holding her tight and swaying her to the music. A thrill once again swept through him.
Why had he allowed her to do this to him? This young girl, had grasped ahold of his heart and refused to let it go. Yet here she stood, with the audacity to run his Labyrinth, mingling with his subjects has if he was no more fun, as if she had replaced him.
His hand tightened its grasp on her waist, eliciting a small moan of pain from her lips. Her green, innocent eyes widened in surprise.
A feral growl rose in his chest. Heat coursed through his body.
What was she doing to him?
His head began to buzz. The edges of his vision blurred, singling her as the only visible entity.
Damn, this girl, he thought.
The vehement king slowly became aware of the masked party goers, pressing in on them. Closing in, eager to see what would happen. But their looks of contempt, disdain and disappointed didn't go unnoticed by him.
Don't curse me, he commanded them in his mind. This is my obsession.
He refocused on her to find her eyes not on him. They flitted around the room, panic glazing the bright green orbs.
Her eyes can't lie, he thought ruefully. He wasn't her fixation, her obsession.
This wouldn't do.
This couldn't do.
He had to be first.
He couldn't idly stand by her side. Could she not see the loneliness that cloaked him? Could she not see how stuck he was in it? Why was there no compassion in her eyes when she looked at him? Why were her eyes not looking at him?
She began to pull away from him, her subconscious bringing another he to the forefront of her mind. Her delicate hand slipped from his. The warmth of her tender body left his.
Panic and pain crashed over him, sending shock waves echoing through his body. He reached out a hand to her retreating figure. Just let me hold you once more. I wish you were my lover for just a moment.
Her horror and panic grew as she searched for a way to escape the dream.
The dream he had planned so beautifully.
Please, please, please, I pray.
She grabbed ahold of a chair and poised herself to swing it at the fragile glass bubble that encased this beautiful dream.
Us.
Us.
Us, he willed her to see.
Together.
Together.
He watched in horror as she let the chair fly forward.
And break the fragile glass.
Break the dream he had so beautifully planned.
Break the dream that was like a nightmare.
Her glistening tears burned the skin he hid under his gloves as he wiped them away from her truthful eyes.
"Please," came her strangled voice, "don't do this."
"It's only because I love you so much," he explained.
She had to see.
She would see.
"I want you for myself," he pleaded.
She had to see.
She would see it.
She just needed time.
The determined king checked the ropes once more, ensuring they were tight. Once content that they were he turned and left her slumped in a chair, her dress in shreds and dark hair tumbling over her face.
He had planned it so beautifully.
And she had ruined it.
She would understand.
Don't run.
Don't escape.