Easy Come, Hard to Go

AN: Jareth is MINE! *ducks tomatoes* I mean... I do not own the Labyrinth....

Chapter 6

The warmth of the chamber slowly melted away and the throne room, in which Sarah
now stood, was cold, gray, and gloomy. She searched the rooms for signs of life, but
could see only the empty room. The stone was cold beneath her bare feet, but soon
forgot when she heard the chimes of a clock.

*Eleven... twelve...thirteen*

The chimes grew silent and Sarah began to wonder where she was. She turned
around, heading for the open door way out when a very depressed looking Jareth came
stalking down the stairway.

*Jareth... where are we?* She asked, but no answer came.

*JARETH!* she screamed.

She watched as he walked towards her and she wondered why he didn’t see her.
Instead of shifting his weight and going around her, he walked right through her.

*Ok... obvioulsy this isn’t real...*

A very shaken Goblin King reached his throne and laid down like a defeated lion. He
waved his hand, making a crystal appear, for his gazing pleasure. He stared into the
crystal hard, anger etching his features.

“I’m such a fool. To think someone like her could love me. I gave her everything I could,
yet that was not enough. My Sarah, why did you go and do this to me?”

Jareth wiped the small tear rolling down his face and breathed a heavy, deep sigh.

“Why must I love you, and you hate me so? I would have gave him back, my Sarah. I
would not have hurt him.” Jareth stood, throwing the crystal to the ground and
shattering it. “I wanted only you, only for you to be happy. But you took things for
granted. Not this king. You will be mine Sarah, one way or another.”

He conjured up another crystal and threw a cold glare at it. The floor seemed to turn to
ice, and the room went from gray to almost black.

“You never cross a Fae and live to tell the tale. You are MINE. Just you see, I will have
you.”

A knock came from the doorway.

“Enter.”

“M’lord, is she...” Hoggle asked.

“Shes gone. She didn’t want me or her dreams.”

Hoggle hanged his head low. “I dont believe you.”

“Believe it Hogbreath. She doesn’t want this King.”

“Is dont know sir, I believe she wanted you very much. She is still young sire.”

“Young indeed.” Jareth raised an eyebrow.

The scenery faded and Sarah closed her eyes to avoid getting sick again. but, no
spinning came. Instead when she opened her eyes, she was in Jareth’s chambers
again... but still not back. She looked upon a very regal looking King, in all his glory.
he was looking through a mirror at... *Oh my god, it’s me with...Carl.*
Sarah watched herself dance with her old boyfriend at her Christmas party for her old
work. She watched as Jareth grew more and more angry as Carl’s hands swept over
Sarah’s body. He rubbed her ass and licked her neck. Sarah watched as her own head
rolled to the side as she enjoyed the pleasure she was receiving.

“She doesn’t even remember me.” Jareth gritted through his teeth. “That bastard has
his hands on my prize. This will not do.”

Sarah watched as Jareth transformed into his owl form and ran to the mirror to watch
what she already remembered. She gazed on the party as she saw herself and Carl
leaving. She gasped as she saw the owl swoop towards the car and land on the top.

“Look Sarah, an owl.” Carl called.

“Wow, how pretty.” Sarah said as she reached for it.

“Dont touch it!” Carl yelled slapping her hand. “It might bite.”

At that, the owl swooped towards Carl, mauling his face and beating his wings furiously
into Carl’s face.

“Oh my god! Stop! Jareth... Stop it!” Sarah called.

Sarah watched as her younger self pulled the owl away and threw it to the ground.

“Why would you do that? Jareth... what do you want with me?”

Sarah gasped as the owl took off and no sooner left the mirror had appeared back in
the room.

“So she does remember. Those dreams actually meant something. Soon, my lovely,
soon.”

Again, the picture faded in front of her and was replaced by another one. A huge
ballroom, which was occupied by hundreds, was where she was now. Beautiful women
of every shape and size were awaiting their chance to dance with the arrogant pig she
had had those dreams about.

*Why must I be here?* Jareth’s voice ran through her mind. *These women are all
whores, looking for a ticket to fame and an arm to be on.* Sarah wound her way to the
middle of the dance floor and watched the fawning women throw themselves at Jareth.

* I cant take much more of this.* Jareth said with a bow. He excused himself and
headed for his bedroom. Then something caught her eye. Micheal was trailing right
behind him. Sarah hurriedly followed.

“Is everything ok?” Micheal asked.

“Just fine.”

“Why did you leave? They are certainly not here to see me.”

“I dont care about any of them. None of them really want to marry me. All they want is a
title and a meal ticket. They are all wenches. And none of then are sexually stable to
handle this king.”

“None the less, you need to produce an heir. You time is drawing near Jareth. You
know the rules.”

“I am not stupid, Micheal. Do not make the same mistake that some of my dead servants
did. I do my job, not you.”

Micheal smiled as if a light turned on. “It’s that mortal, isn’t it? your still stuck on that
little minx that beat you.”

“What did you just say?”

“That old blood. That little girl that solved your puzzle and left you out in the cold? You
think she gives a shit about you? You were just some childhood fantasy to her.”

“Hold your tongue Micheal.”

“You were some dream boy to her,”

“Micheal I said, hold your tongue.”

“She has you wrapped around her finger, the high and mighty Goblin King himself,
dragged down by a mortal!”

Jareth had had enough. He reached out and grabbed the bronze candlestick off his
table and swung at Micheal’s face, slashing him across his left eye.

“You bastard...”

“I told you to hold your tongue. You will not speak to me that way.”

“Ha! Get real Jareth. We know which one of us is more dangerous. Which one of us has
more friends in... higher places.”

“Fuck you and your higher friends. I know the code. I will see to my problem, without
the courts help.”

“Whatever, my brother, maybe you will be better off with the bitch anyway...” And with
that Micheal disappeared.

As the scenery faded, Sarah just wanted to go back to reality. But, yet another picture
formed in front of her. Beautiful gardens stretched in front of her, colors exploding like
fireworks. There sat Jareth, on bended knee, pouring his heart out to another woman.

*That bitch.* Sarah caught herself fuming at the lady sitting in front of him. *Jealousy?
he’s not even mine yet...*

“Findore, please accept my proposal and become my bride.”

Findore stared at him and then shook her head. “I can’t Jareth. I dont... I’m in love with
Micheal.

Sarah watched as his face contorted into anger. He stood and turned his back to her.

“My brother?”

“Jareth, please I was going to tell you...”

“This whole time? Findore how long has this been going on?”

“For a long time.”

Sarah saw Jareth’s heart shatter into pieces. No sooner did she him walk away did the
picture fade.

*Last one... I promise* Jareth’s voice echoed into the darkness.

“Micheal! Get off of me!”

Sarah heard screaming coming from the darkness.

“NO! Micheal, please.”

Sarah opened her eyes and saw Findore pinned to wall by Micheal.

“Mmm, my lovely bride. I promise this will only hurt... a lot.” he smiled so evilly that
Sarah almost stared crying.

She watched as Micheal slipped a collar over her head and tightened it around her
neck and chained her to the bed.

“Beg, my bitch, beg for it.”

“Micheal, please.” Findore cried.

Micheal reached down and sliced her clothes off with a dagger. She held a hand over
her mouth as he slowly made little slits in her legs, slowly licking the trailing blood off
her thighs.

“Blood is the best when just shed, my love.”

He grabbed her hair and ripped her up to her feet, kissing her roughly and throwing her
back to the floor.

“Now my pet,” he said slowly removing his clothing, revealing his fully erect
member, "lets see just good of a bitch you are.”

“Please Micheal, I dont want to.”

“Awe poor thing... too bad.”

Micheal reached down and slapped her in the face. He grasped the sides of her face
and when she opened her mouth to cry out, rammed himself all the way into her mouth.

“Ahh... yeah.... choke on it bitch...” he whispered pumping himself in and out of her
mouth. Every time he’d push in, Findore would gag, making it feel even better to the
twin. He pulled her head back and forth, faster and faster, until he suddenly stopped
and pulled back in pain.

“So your a biter?” He asked her, blood seeping down his wounded self. “Two can play
that game.”

He jerked her around and pushed to her hands and knees. He shoved three fingers in
her and she cried out in pain as he pumped faster and ripped her little by little. he
added another finger and she cried out again. He bent forward and took a bite out of
the crook of her neck, her blood flowing down the corners of his mouth. The blood
came creeping down her back and he mixed it with her juices, licking his fingers and he
readied himself to enter her.

“Welcome to marriage, bitch.”

With those words her slammed into her, relishing in the feel of her virgin body.
Pounding her harder and harder while she screamed what she could, her voice so
horse from screaming so much. He gripped her hips and dug his claw like fingernails
into her sides as his animal form took over.

He grew larger and larger, half of his body now in his dragon form. His huge dick
pumped in and out of her so hard she passed out from the pain.

“Oh, my darling we will have to work on your stamina.”

He pumped harder and groaned as he came hard into her body.

Sarah winced as she saw him push her away from him. Her limp body bloody and
bruised.

*Jareth, I’m gonna be sick.*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“You called, Micheal?”

“Yes, Geniveve, I have a proposal for you. You wish for your daughter to be the Queen
of the Goblins, yes?”

“Yes, m’lord. But, what can you do?”

“Bring your daughter, my lady. I have an idea.”


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Thanks to all of you who review... you keep me going and keep my boyfriend
glaring at me cuz I write all the time. *smiles*