Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth!
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Once upon a time...
Chapter 1: I Dare To Dream A Dream.
'Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl whose stepmother always made her stay home with the baby. And the baby was a spoiled child, and he wanted every thing to himself and the young girl was practically a slave.'
It's
only forever Not long at all Lost and lonely No
one can blame you For walking away Too much
rejection No love injection Life can be easy It's
not always swell Don't tell me truth hurts, little
girl 'Cause it hurts like hell (echo hurts like hell) But
down in the underground You'll find someone true Down
in the underground A crystal moon, ah
,ah It's only forever It's not long at all Lost
and lonely That's underground Underground
A land serene
The room was hopelessly cluttered; a child's dream's pushing it at the seams. Filled with plush animals of every shape and variety, their colors limitless. They all bore names to honor dead deities and creatures of myths or legend.
Merlin
Lancelot
Guinevere
Arthur
Krishna
Bluebeard
Beast
Rose Red
Snow White
Gretel
Lilith
Story books filled shelves that lined the walls all around; ranging from "Alice and The Underground" to "A Story About A Boy Who Left Home To Learn About Fear" and "The Rose".
The green-yellow, luminescent eyes of a feline stared, unblinking from a poster of the "Cats" musical play. M..C. Eshers' stairs that never began or ended was posted to the wall, across from a small bed. A small vanity table lined with make-up, books, and costume accessories sat in a wall in the corner near a pillow filled window seat.
A lone figure stood upon the vanity, a man, with hair dripping like ice frost around his shoulders, his body dressed in old world splendor. Held on him tightly like purple and black armor, his gloved hand was held out beseechingly, a crystal sat in the middle of his palm, twinkling with untold dreams. His eyes of brown and blue looked out to his hapless victim, a smirk taunted all- upon his lips.
A small red, wooden canopy curved above the twin sized bed. Small red curtains fell from it in disarray, shielding a young girl, on the brink of woman hood. She lay curled in a ball, her blankets knotted around her upon the bed.
And this is where our story begins.
"SARAH!!!"
I winced, as my step mother Karen screeched for me, in her annoyingly nasal voice. I grabbed my white encased pillow and stuffed it over my head, drowning out the ominous whines.
"Sarah Williams! You had better get down here, right now!!"
I knew that voice.
It was the 'if-you-don't-get-down-here-in-five-seconds-your-dead' voice. I sat up and threw the pillow at my vanity in frustration. With a loud 'CRASH', it violently knocked all my make-up and perfume bottles down, they fell to the floor, the bottles of cologne spilling. Their sweet floral scent spread and filled my room, unwittingly, suffocating me.
My eyes, still unused to the light of morning, checked the green fuzzy alarm clock that sat on the small table near my bed. My eyes widened in surprise, as I saw the numbers blinking red on the plastic surface, "Oh no! It's 8:30. I'm late!"
I thrust my sheets away from me and jumped out of bed, running to my dresser. I ripped my night gown from me and threw it to my bed. From my bureau, my hands clutched at the first clothes that were seen; A white peasant top, with large, billowing long sleeves, a pair of worn blue jeans, and a vest, with intricate designs on it. I continued searching around all the drawers, "Where's my bra?!" I said; exasperated.
I checked around the room (under my bed and whatnot), and couldn't find any of them or any underwear for that matter, 'What's today... er... what was yesterday? Today's Wednesday... Karen does the delicate's on Wednesday.' Grabbing my blue, terry cloth robe (which hung off the brass door knob) I wrapped it around myself and ran down the stairs.
I raced through the kitchen and dining room, like I was being chased down by the furies of Hades and into the laundry room. There in front of the washer Karen was about to throw my underclothes (even the clean ones) in the tunnel of churning fabrics.
"NOOO!"
I screamed, taking a chance, and diving at the clothes. Than, for a moment, I seemed to extend in the air and snatched the clothes from Karens pale hands as she threw the clothes in the pearl colored washer.
Karen's face held a priceless look of dumb blonde confusion
"Sarah? What?"
I waved my hand at her, dismissing her confused rambling, as I ran back to my room, "Sorry, gotta go. I'm late for school."
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I slid into my plastic, creaking seat that connected to the, sticky fake, polished wood desk. When I arrived at my class I ended up being reprimanded by my writing teacher for being late and than snickered at by my peers. I put my (ripping at the seams from all the damn homework I'm given in this place) back pack down next to me, and buried my head in my arms.
"Ms. Williams," My teacher said, in that voice teachers get when they are having their own private joke about you, I jerked my head up in surprised attention. My face burned as it always did when someone talked to me, "Since you were late, would you be kind enough to listen, after all, I so do not wish to bore you."
I nodded meekly, 'Sometimes I don't understand teachers senses of humor. Are they so cynical after having to deal with annoying teenagers, or do the cynical people become teachers?' My teeth began to clench in humiliation, as every one present in the class chuckled and sneered at me, after all, I was not the most well liked person in school.
I was quite well-known in school for always being quiet and my head was quite often in the clouds, with my nose in a book. I spent most days in class daydreaming of far away places, castles disappearing behind wild climbing gardens and princes in disguise. Apparently other teenagers disdain such qualities in a person; yea well surprise, surprise so did blonde step-mothers named Karen.
So, I guess everyone's against me.
My day didn't end up improving much. Let's see: I got a ho-ho smashed on my home work by an...er... 'admirer' (I use the term very loosely or you know what? Just ignore the word altogether), I failed an important math quiz because I spent my time doodling a faere hiding from the rain under a toadstool (her wings stretched out behind her, catching drops of rain) on the side of the test, and my french teacher decided she would point out all the mistakes of my homework in front of every one to stress 'Ze importanze ov ztudying'.
When I finally got to drama period I had the overpowering urge to fall down and weep pitifully.
In short, it was a bad day. I wasn't aware that the worst was yet to come.
Today was the day we would all be told what our parts in the high schools production of 'A Street car named Desire'. I wanted to play the part of Blanche.
God, the hours I spent practicing for that part, perfecting it. I even spent an entire day talking in a southern accent so it would be easier to use. As I sat in the theater room I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and waited for the teacher to do role call. Unfortunately, I knew the part would be split between me and Trina Lovjoi, who was from the south.
Kentucky; I think.
"Quiet down every body, quiet." Mr.Wesley said. I looked up, catching a glimpse at the attractive face of my teacher. His hair was dirty blonde hair, pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck and he had a definite flair for the dramatics. Most of the time walking around in handmade costumes. Today he wore a dark green, velvet pages hat, and a black doublet with large, flaring sleeves to his wrists, over a pair of jeans.
Now as weird as it sounds I have always found him very handsome, than again so did most teenage girls. My lips curled in disgust at the thought of fitting in the same role as every body else.
"Alright now!" Mr.Wesleys loud voice boomed through the room. "I have made up the cast list. And I have put everyone in the roles I think are best suited for them. I will give each of you a packet with your lines. I want you all to read them over in productive silence."
Mr.Wesley walked in the direction of where I sat and handed me my packet. I looked down at it, my eyes immediately being drawn to the name at the top of the packet.
'Stella.' I know it was ridiculus, but I hopped up and ran out of the room. Tears of distress trailing down my face. I ran towards the nearest girls bathroom. Throwing open the door I went to the sink and turned on the faucet, splashing my face with the freezing water the school insisted on running through the pipes (even in the dead of winter).
I scrubbed at my face until it was red. This was just the breaking point for me, as stupid and trivial as it was, I still cried.
I didn't even think about my decision, but soon after leaving the bathroom I found myself walking home. "It's not fair!" I cried up to the skies, minutes later a black Trans-am car came zooming around the corner.
I jumped out of the way, but I couldn't avoid the cup filled with soda that the passenger inside threw out the window. It hit me square in the middle of my forehead, the sticky, carbonated drink dripping down my face, the smell of coca-cola wafting up to my nose. I growled up at the sky, "It's really, really not fair!"
I pulled my house keys out of my back pocket and unlocked the door before I even thought to check if someone was home. When I closed the door behind me I heard Karen yell out; "Robert, Is that you?" I stood stunned with my idiocy, I definitely hadn't thought this thru.
I was way too impulsive sometimes.
Karen walked around the corner when I didn't answer, "Sarah!?" She called out in surprise, when she saw me my eyes widened, 'Stupid, stupid, stupid.'
"I'm really sorry Karen. I just, I've had a horrible day and it's just... I didn't think about it and then I was home... and I'm sorry."
She gave me that 'I'm disappointed in you look' that all parents have perfected to a T. "Well.. I do not approve of you running away from your problems at all, and I will have to tell your father about this. But you rarely ever miss school and there are only two hours left..." She said, looking down at her "Chanel" watch, that was decorated with a brown leather strap.
I looked up hopefully, as she continued; "I suppose I could call the school and excuse you, but you must promise to not do this again." I was so relieved that I ran up and hugged her "Thank you, Karen." She lightly patted my back, unused to hugging me, as we rarely showed each other, any sort of, affection.
"Alright why don't you go upstairs and rest, you do look a little pale." I shook my head and pulled away from her. "Actually I was thinking about going for a walk with Merlin. You know, clear my head."
She raised her eyebrow, "Are you sure you aren't pulling a fast one on me and just getting me to approve your ditching?" I shook my head again, "No. It's not like that Karen, I just think the fresh air would help me."
Her eyes searched mine, than she nodded. I want to the bathroom to quickly wash my face before the soda spread to my shirt. Laughing silently as I thought of how I had gotten Karen's sweater wet with it.
I grabbed my favorite fruit, a peach, off the table and asked; "Where's Toby?" Karen folded the dish towel and placed it on the counter, before answering, "Taking a nap and Merlins in the back yard." I nodded.
As I turned to the stairs, Karen yelled out, "Don't forget to be here at six to watch Toby!" I didn't look back and replied, "Okay." Running up to my room, I grabbed a red leather book, and one of my costumes, a white gown with sleeves that flared out, a silver braid at the waist. Then took off my shirt and vest, slipping on the dress over my jeans.
I stampeded downstairs and went out the back door to get Merlin, who wriggled in puppy-joy at seeing me. "Hey boy! Hey Merlin! Did'ja miss me? HUH? Did'ja?" I ruffled his fur, and scratched behind his ears. "We're going on walkese boy. Yes we are."
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The park in my town had to be my favorite place. It was elegant yet wild, classy and sophisticated, but untamed and unruly. It was perfect, my haven, I always came here to practice my lines or pretend to be characters from a book. My favorite book was exactly the one I came to rehearse.
"Give me the child."
I said to the unsuspecting snowy white owl, who was playing my Goblin King. I didn't stop to think how weird it was for an owl to be out in the day, I just kept going.
"Thru dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle, beyond the goblin city.
To take back the child you have stolen."
I stepped toward the owl, his eyes on me intently. I had never gotten such a strange look from an animal before.
"For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great!"
Thunder sounded in the sky, I looked up. Then remembering what I was doing, I turned my head to the side and whispered,
"For my will is as strong as your's, and my kingdom as great...damn, I can never remember that line."
Picking up the red book with the gold inlaid title. I reread the scene than nodded in confidence,
"You have no power over me."
The thunder was louder now, Merlin barked at me saying, without words, that he wanted to go. "Oh Merlin." I smiled at him, then the clock tower chimed loudly, 7 ringing times. And rain began pouring heavily from the sky.
My head jerked towards it in disbelief. "Oh No, Merlin! I don't believe it! It's seven o'clock!" I started running towards the bridge, then turned to hurry Merlin along. "Come on boy! Come on!"
As Merlin and I ran I didn't notice the owl flying away. The town I lived in was a small New England city, and to get to my home I had to run through 'downtown', which is really to small to be a down town.
The rain poured down like a lake as we ran thru the streets to my house. Running thru some bushes, that was inevitably a shortcut home, I yelled out to the weeping heavens; "Oh it's not fair!"
I ran up to my house and saw Karen on the porch."Oh really!" She said dramatically, as if all her plans had been ruined by my being late. "I'm sorry!" I tried to explain to her.
"Well don't just stand there in the rain come on." She waved her hand towards the door, snappishly, "Ok, come on Merlin, come on."
"Not the dog!"
"But it's pouring!"
She pointed at merlin, than the garage. "Go on, go into the garage." My face crumbled in frustration,
"Oh... go on merlin, go into the garage...GO!"
I stomped into the house getting water and dirt on the white carpet. "Sarah you're an hour late." I was exasperated and implored to her, "I said I'm sor..." "Please let me finish" I scoffed,
"Your father and I go out very rarely." My mouth gaped open at that outright lie.
"You go out every single weekend."
"And we ask you to babysit only if it won't interfere with your plans."
She never even asked me to baby-sit, just forced it on me,
"How do you know what my plans are. You don't even ask me any more."
I was at the stair case walking up, Karen followed.
"I assume you'd tell me if you had a date. I'd like it if you had a date. You should have dates at your age." I was enraged; no boy had even looked at me before, so a date was out of the question. And beside why would the only thing a girl do be dating?
I heard Toby screaming behind me, "Sarah your home, we were worried about you."
I flung around as my father talked, stomping the rest of the way upstairs. "I can't do anything right can I!" I ran away from them to my room, slamming my door in the process.
I ripped off my sopping wet dress and flung it to the floor glaring at it. I put my shirt and vest on. Running my fingers thru my drying hair, I plopped on the seat in front of my vanity. A gold crown hung on the corner of the mirror, fake jewels dripping from it. It had been a gift from one of my mom's friends; he said I was like a little princess. I put it on my head and examined my face in the mirror.
"Needs something more." I muttered. I picked up my pink lipstick and uncapped it, "Thru dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city. To take back the child you have stolen." I recited slowly.
I gave my mirrored self a haughty look and drew the lipstick across my bottom lip when I heard, "Sarah, I need to talk to you." Annoyed I flung the lipstick at the vanity and said "There's nothing to talk about!"
I slammed the crown down and turned towards the door, yelling at it. "You better hurry or your gonna be late."
"Listen we fed Toby and put him to bed. We really have to leave now, but we'll be back around mid-night."
I gaped at the door, saddened that my father never made time for me anymore more. It was always about his 'New family'.
"You really wanted to talk to me didn't you?" Turning I picked up a handkerchief and roughly rubbed my lipstick off. "Practically broke down the door!"
I flung myself on my bed, and turned my head to the side, my eyes widened in shock seeing the obviously empty spot on my stuffed animal shelf, "Lancelot!" I seethed inwardly, my lips pressing together in anger. "Someone has been in my room again! I hate that. I HATE IT!" I ran to the door and ripped it open knowing that screaming blond baby had my beloved bear.
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'Funny,' I thought, later on as I cleaned up the mess my mythical friends left behind after our party. 'That all this started with a bear, well that and a crappy day.' I wondered if I would have still wished Toby away if he hadn't stolen Lancelot. I pushed the discarded balloons and confetti into the bottom of my trash can.
If Karen had seen the mess around my room she would have had a fit, I giggled despite myself, than gave a stretching yawn, ready to sleep. My legs ached from the amount of activity I had done, that it wasn't used to.
I pulled back the sheets on my trumped up bed and brushed off bits of confetti, promising myself to vacuum in the morning. My heart beat fast, almost as though it were suspicious. My back prickled, as if someone had set their eyes on my unsuspecting person.
A silken, masculine voice echoed through my quiet room. "It seems as though I have missed your little party."
My heart beat a loud drum in my chest.
That voice sounded so familiar, as if I had spent my whole life hearing it.
Terrified of it.
But still wanting it to vibrate through my very being.
"Jareth." I whispered, huskily, and turned my body to face His Majesty, once again.
I felt my cheeks burn red.
My body go ice, than fire.
He stood in my room as if he belonged there, his whole body confident and regal. His hands held the book end figurine of Hoggle, "Does Hogwart know he sleeps in your room?"
"Hoggle." I corrected, my voice trembling, trying to keep up my defiance act. He waved his hand in the air, dismissing what I said.
He looked onto my vanities desk and noticed the figurine of himself. I would have had to been blind to have missed the smirk of pleasure that came across his face. "How many men do sleep in your room Sarah?" His voice held a suggestive edge. He lifted the doll that looked remarkably like himself and examined it.
I regained some of that ol' courage I have in me (more like the spoiled, childish side that hates it when other people touch my stuff.) I walked up to him and grabbed the doll from his hand, "It's a doll, Goblin King; it's not real." I put it back on my desk, out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand shot out and he grabbed my other wrist, pulling me to him.
His hands encircled my waist and he looked intently into my eyes. "You never answered my question sweeting. How many men sleep in your room? Or better yet, your bed?" He had a murderous glint in his eyes as he said that, his voice thrumming low with a possesivness I didn't understand.
I cowered inwardly beneath his eyes burning gaze. "N...No one." I stated warily. With a self satisfied smile his arms loosened, but not enough for me to move.
He leaned in, pressing his body flush to my back. The feelings that had confused me throughout the Labyrinth raged inside my body. I had never felt such an intense attraction for anything. His touch felt like a burning coal, branding my body: his. The metal of his pendant pressed deeply into my back, I could feel it's shape and outline through my shirt.
"How many men have kissed your lips?" He whispered, his breath sliding across my ear, shocking the sensitive nerve endings. Heat burned in the pit of my abdomen, sensations stabbing inside me.
'What was he talking about?...Kisses?' I thought of his lips on mine and my body flushed red in embarrassment at such a wayward thought. It felt like an animal was inside me, wild with the need to leap out of me. I twisted and wiggled, fighting both his hold on me and the animals quickening possession of me.
I had to make him set me free.
I felt a warming pressure against my back as I struggled, what was it? I felt his breath harshen beside my ear, it was warm and smelt like exotic spices. His hair tickled my face, it's strands as soft as Tobys' baby hair. The pressure hardened and heated further, making the animal in me howl and fight harder against my control. It's primitive urges wanted something so desperately and I couldn't name what it was. And I still hadn't answered his question (not that I intended to).
He burrowed his face in the crook where shoulder met neck and groaned softly. "W...why are you here?" I stuttered, he looked up and scowled at me, his eyes full of heat.
'I've never seen eyes hot like that.' His pupils were black and nearly covering the color in his eyes completely, "Say my name." He ground out, like something was clutching his stomach. 'Don't do it, don't do it.' "Jareth." I breathed. He let out a deep breath in almost as if he was pleased, and pressed his body around to my front.
And then it hit me, desire.
That's what he was feeling.
That's what I was feeling.
And the animal in me was feeling the primitive need to mate, and it's need was overpowering me. It was making me want to whimper and rub against him in abandon, the flesh between my legs was burning, aching, thrumming.
I could feel what I had done to him, his entire body was strung tight, his...parts were hard and warm upon my back.
"I'm only 15." I said, confused as to why he would want someone so young..
So...inexperienced.
He looked down at me, his eyes beseeching me to go on. "I'm too young for this, I can't do this please...I...please?" I begged, not only with him, but with the animal in me as well.
He ignored me seeming to know that: while my mind tried to fight it, my body, and heart didn't want to. He pressed his lips to mine in a chaste kiss, than pulled back. He looked at my face, his eyes on my lips, darkening, than he pressed his lips deeper to mine, he worried at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue slid between the seam of my mouth and opened it, he began searching through my mouth. 'Oh god this is my first real kiss.'
He pulled away again and looked me, almost asking for permission. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up.
It was a very savage kiss, like he wanted to devour me. His hands moved down to my rump and lifted me as he deepened the kiss.
I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, and when his tongue begged for entrance I opened my mouth.
How could I deny him? It darted in, swooping around my mouth as if he was claiming me for himself.
The kiss slowed and he pulled away, moving on to my neck, dropping hot kisses and nibbles. I then noticed that I had been pressed hard against one of my walls. His hands kneaded the cheeks of my bottom, I sleepily tangled my hands in his hair and let my head fall back in shameless pleasure, giving him access to all my neck.
I sighed out loud and rubbed my self instinctively against him, the animal in my body only knowing to seek pleasure, despite any shame on my part. My breasts tingled like raindrops were falling on them, the nipples tight, they felt so full and heavy; lusciously full and heavy.
He growled like an animal seeking it's mate and bit down on the pulse point of my neck
I cried out in surprise, the pain quick, almost pleasure filled. He lapped up the blood he'd drawn from me, like it was a fine wine. I moaned in happiness as he made his way back up to my lips.
Kissing me roughly he backed us over to my small bed, falling down on top of me. My mind was like fuzz; I couldn't think. The pleasure took over as I helplessly felt Jareth's fingers brush my skin, softly, as he unbuttoned my top, he pulled it off me and looked at my half clothed body, his eyes got darker still (if such a thing was possible). I bit my lip as he flicked his wrist impatiently, a feeling of confining cloth leaving my body, enveloped me.
Looking down I saw all my clothes gone, my eyes shot to his as he took in my body. He licked his lips slowly and then kissed me again, his hands traveled down my body.
Cupping my breasts, massaging them, pinching the delicate pink nipples. I moaned into his mouth, I wanted the feel of naked skin pressing together on the top of my body. Almost as if he heard my secret wish his clothes were gone.
His warm skin melded with mine like liquid metal. I sighed pleasurably into his mouth, he pulled away and softly fastened his mouth on my nipple, suckling as intently as a hungry babe. The feeling pricked thru me like needles in acupuncture. The pleasure of opium.
I arched upward as his had smoothed down my stomach, his fingers finding the cleft at the top of my mound and began rubbing it in circles. My breath came in helpless mewls as my own hand seemed to anticipate what he wanted and lowered to his arousal. I held it in my hand, marveling at the shape, the soft texture enclosing a steel pipe and began to pump, not knowing why I did it.
Jareth's thumb went in furious circles as my hand slid faster, then growling out loud he pushed my hand away and separated my legs to lay more comfortably between them. His other hand went between us as he positioned himself between my nether lips. He looked me in the eye, "This will hurt." he murmured, concerned.
I gasped to far gone to care, "Just hurry Jareth, please I need you in me. I love you, I need you. Please?" I begged him. I knew exactly what I was saying, but I didn't care because it was the truth. I did love him. I did need him. I thought I would die if he wasn't in me soon.
He ran his tongue up my neck as he pushed into me, hard. I cried out, the pain was so great that I whimpered repeatedly, this wasn't right, stretching this way wasn't right. Why did I let him do this?
Stop!
Please!
It hurt's!
Jareth kissed my cheeks, and all over my face as he groaned in guilty pleasure, lying still for me to get use to the feel of him pressed so deep in me.
My eyes un-focused in quiet surprise, 'he's in me, I'm part of him now, he's part of me.' the pain wasn't gone, I focused on the wonder strumming through me. I looked into his eyes and kissed him sweetly on the mouth, he shuddered.
I nodded my head and shifted my hips showing him he could go on. As he thrust in and out of me I let out my pain by clenching my teeth. Than it felt like a wet, hot pleasure-creature pushing in me, I made soft mewls, sounding like a hungry newborn kitten.
And I was hungry, I needed to move, something needed to get out, my hips began thrusting with his, our flesh slapped together with wet suction, sweat rolled down our bodies, the pulsing, aching, thrusting inside my body. He groaned and bit my shoulder marking me again.
His mouth shuddered out my name, ran his hands over my body until he reached our joining brushing his hand against it, "Oh god!" My voice breathless. Oh this was wonder ful, his thumb began firmly rubbing my cleft; oh, oh. This was too much, I felt like I was falling and flying because there was no ground or sky, just Jareth.
My love.
Then it exploded and I screamed out loud his name, "JARETH!!!" He growled as he pumped his hips faster, "Oh my beautiful, my Sarah. Mine." He purred, burying his face in between my breast and growled, I felt something warm rush from him, thru me, to my core.
He collapsed, his body tight to mine. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, soothing him gently. "Your mine." He growled, possessively, "Your all mine." I shuddered as his words brought me pleasure and a natural fear of his possession. I kissed his head lightly.
"Do you think my parents heard us." I said, completely horrified at the thought, but he shook his head, "I placed a silencing charm on the room." I closed my eyes sighing in pure happiness, and hugged him tighter to me. I looked at my clock 3:21. It was so late, I yawned and snuggled closer to Jareth, allowing myself to sleep.
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When I woke up jareth was gone, my room smelt like sweat, and sex, and there was a silver ring next to a note on my vanity. I picked up both, the note read:
"When you place this ring on your finger, it will transport you to my kingdom in the underground."
I smiled, thinking I could visit him and my friends. I folded the note up and put it in my vanity draw. I looked at the ring, there was a small ruby jewel on it, the silver metal twisted in intricate design, it was gorgeous.
So I grabbed a silver chain to put it on, then hung it around my neck, it settled right below my collar bone. The longer I stood the more I could feel a soreness in my hips and thighs. I squirmed my hips to try and erase the pain, but it hurt even more. So I thought to take a hot bath, 'Yes that'll work.' I headed towards my door to go to the bathroom.
I walked across the hall to the bathroom, inside there was a stand alone shower and separate bath tub, the wall was decorously lined with plain white tiles. I loved our tub; it had metal claw feet on the bottom, and was so deep that you just sunk into it. As the faucet filled the tub with hot water I drew my clothes off, and stood in front of the full length mirror on the wall.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
I said in a purposely husky voice. My body was covered in marks off Jareth's ardor, red suckling marks adorned the bottom slope of my breasts and stomach, a slight splash of blood stained the inside of my thighs, near the apex. My hair was tangled wildly, around my head and my face held a look of sleepy satisfaction.
I felt as though I could be glowing from the inside.
I turned the faucet off and poured oils that smelled of leaves, blossoms and bark. The mirrors began to blur with steam like sacred mists. As I sunk into the scorching water, I felt it envelope all of my skin, soothing me at touch. Sitting in the tub, with the water not feeling wet or dry; just soothing.
The air was moist with humidity, I breathed in deep and sunk to the bottom of the tub. Under water I could her my heart beat, pounding loud in my body. I could have stayed in the water forever, the feeling was just so familiar. At the moment I was truly thankful for modern pipes.
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2 month's later
I stood in front of my health teacher's office trying to get up the courage to ask for help. Ever since the night I went to the labyrinth I hadn't see Jareth again not even, for a little "get to know you session". I was beyond pissed, but Hoggle said Jareth WAS king and that he had a lot of stuff to take care of. I jealously agreed to trust that Jareth would come back.
But now I was scared, I hadn't had my period since that week, and I am not totally naive I know I could get pregnant from that night and frankly it scared the crap out of me. I mean I am only 15. I knocked on the glass panel of the door, "Yes?" Came from behind the bubbled glass, take a deep breath, "It's me Sarah" I could hear her say come in, so I pushed the door open thinking: 'Here goes nothing.'
Mrs. Collins was a very over weight women (and it wasn't muscle) which is why I always found it funny that she was our health teacher, and always lecturing us on the importance of eating right, when you could find her eating the most unhealthy foods. But I couldn't laugh now, I was way to scared.
I sat on the chair in front of her, she put aside the papers she was grading, "Now what would you like to talk to me about?" I closed my eyes breathing deeply. "Sarah?" She inquired, "I think I'm pregnant." I blurted out, 'There I finally said it' Her eyes widened minutely in surprise before her face relaxed in a practiced expressionless mask. "Well what do you mean you think?" I rolled my eyes, exasperated.
"I mean I had unprotected sex about two months ago, I have missed my period once than had only spot bleeding the first month, and I am too scared to test it on a home pregnancy test." She smiled indulgently at me than opened a drawer on the side of her desk, and handed me a long rectangular box. "The bathroom is over there, and there are 2 in that box so take them one at a time." I nodded and walked to my doom.
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I laid on my bed with two pregnancy test's sticking my butt, in my back pocket. Both with the same results, and I had no idea how I felt.
Getting up I walked over to the mirror on my vanity and looked in, a pale face stared out at me. My mouth looked like a red wound, my eyes; like green bruises. My, usually impossible to notice, freckles stood out darkly against my skin, I opened my mouth and said weakly, "Hoggle I need you."