Even Death...

Betaed by the lovely and very patient bzymom2manykids

I am eternally grateful to her

A somewhat lengthy AN: (but the only one)( Maybe)

Oookay so, this is my second published fanfic, and what should have been ten chapters and a hundred pages at most ended up being a mammoth story that just refused to be shortened. This is the first chapter, the next chapter will be along in a few days, as I get around to combing all the mistakes out of it.

I plan to update once a week at least. But rest assured the entire story have been written (All 1000+ pages) and are just awaiting the attentions of the spelling and grammar police...

Oh and by the way dear reader, English is NOT my first language, and so if I have made any major fuck ups, please point them out and I will do my best to weed them out.

And here comes the customary warnings. This is the only chapter in which they will appear so PAY ATTENTION! I will not have it said, that you were not warned...

This is an M, a very strong M and there will be graphic descriptions of torture, injuries, war, rape and forced adult incest as well as copious amounts of good old fashion SMUT! This is a story of blood and pain both physical and mental and if that does not appeal to you. .. well you know what to do. ( Run away screaming of course)

Oh I almost forgot, my "sweet" little Sarah does have a wee bit of a gutter mouth on her, soooooo the M is for that as well, I mean come on she is a child of the 80 & very early 90's, politically correct wasn't even invented yet.

oh yes and there may, or may not be some character deaths, so there you go, you have been warned. ...

Oh Oh Aaaaaand I may enjoy whumping my poor characters so that may be where the blood comes from, I'm just saying that I think it's fun ...

Also I own nothing, but the musings of my at times slightly twisted mind, and the few oc's and Original races who popped up. But IF I did I would be sitting beside Jareth on my throne as Goblin Queen... sending all flamers to the bog, head first... hint hint

But please do review, for only through constructive criticism ( or shameless flattery) can we hope to better ourselves

There I'm done ranting... I think...

Any ways that should be all off it, now Enjoy...

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Even Death

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Chapter: Twice by Thrice...

It had been a dreary day so like many other, of her now incredibly boring life. Pushing back from her desk Sarah threw the bane of her day, a rather inoffensive textbook on the anatomy of the human heart, onto the table top with a loud thump, and sighed in defeat. It was simple too uninteresting a subject to squander a whole 1173 pages of heavily written pages on.

Staring off into the empty air, Sarah's fingers unconsciously traced the large and now faint Labyrinth, mapped out on her desktop with a magic marker. It had been redrawn so many times since the day after her return from the labyrinth, close to seven years ago, that it had made an indent in the table top.

And even now it still calmed her to trace it, and remember...

Smiling softly, Sarah found herself imagining the magical place once more, seeing its twisting tunnels and narrow corridors, lit by flickering torches or dreamy sparkling fey light, as her fingers traced the route to the centre with unfailing certainty.

A face furrowed by the twisting pain of a broken heart slowly filled her mind, with an unruly cloud of golden blond falling around its sharp elfin features, and odd coloured eyes.

" Jareth"

The name and face of the Goblin King had haunted her waking dreams more and more frequently as the seventh year anniversary had come closer. And now only days away, he haunted her relentlessly, his dusky voice calling her name, as she constantly seemed to see his willowy form, through the corner off her eye.

And when she finally did manage to sleep, she would see him as had been, clad in the feathery long fur that framed a strong graceful neck, with frail looking bones, and fanned out to grace wide shoulders, on a body that seemed to be made up off nothing but hard planes and taunt skin. His narrow hips and long powerful legs, clad in subtle grey leather. His hand reaching for hers before he would fall from the bridge to become the snowy barn owl she had not seen since that night.

Sighing deeply, Sarah drank deeply from her ever present water bottle, despairing at the fact that even now six years, eleven months and two weeks after she had spurned his ill timed offer of marriage and queendom, her mouth still grew dry at the mere thought off him.

" Jareth... you should have waited, I was just too young, to innocent to understand.."

Reaching out, her Long slender fingers closed around the crystal ball that Hoggle had pressed into her hand as she left the world of magic behind forever, and hugging its perfect smooth surface to her chest, with one arm, she rested her head in her free hand and closed her stinging eyes, before her longing tears could fall like autumn rain. But this time she was too late, as a single glittering drop perched precariously on her long ebony eyelash before it fell with unwavering precision to the crystal in her hand, gliding across a surface that suddenly swiveled and swirled with silvery smoke as his name fell from her lips once more.

" Jareth..."

A voice cool as a winter gale yet soft and gentle like wisps of silk and down in the darkness of night, whispered through her mind, reciting a verse soft and insistent.

" A name twice by thrice called by single tear.

may heal what tore through youth and fear"

Her head whipped up, eyes searching frantically for the source of the unfamiliar voice, yet her dorm room remained an empty mess as she gnawed her lower lip in a strange fit of fear.

A name twice by thrice, what the hell did that mean? and who had whispered in her mind? it sure as hell hadn't been any of her "special" friends, firstly only one of them were female, and she had a crackled hoarse voice, not this silken whisper. And the rest well none of them could ever, make their voices sound like that! No one but...well maybe... But he was not a friend... And she had seen nothing of him since that night...But could it be?

" Jareth? is that you? Jareth? If it's you, just let me see you? ... Please I'm sorry, I was too young to understand, please I give you power over me once more, Jareth my goblin king, please come to me..."

It was a whisper of cloth against skin, a shuttered half moaned breath, exhaled through gritted teeth that spun her towards the pool of light, that spilled across her cluttered floor by her open double windows.

He knelt there in the light, his torn bloody back naked to the window, as a soft breeze shifted his matted hair ever so slightly, allowing the golden light to caress the greasy and lanky locks, yet was unable to even hint at its former glory.

Sarah did not even feel her body move, one moment she was sitting at the double desk, the next she stood, the back off her legs pressed against the desks wooden surface, as the crystal ball fell to the wooden boards, a forgotten toy.

" Jareth?! Oh god!"