Easy Come, Hard to Go

AN: *avoids cold stares* I know... two whole days without anything. While some people
might think two days is nothing *glares at boyfriend* I know that it can be an eternity
when waiting for a story. My SINCEREST apologies...but Jareth is still mine. No one
elses... accept the person who created him... but besides him, he’s mine. Yep, all mine. Oh
sorry...*blushes* Im blabbering... on with the show....

Ch.9

Jareth opened his eyes and smiled. Curled next to his body was Sarah, fast asleep and
smiling also. He breathed in deep, smelling her hair that fanned over his face. He swept it
out of his eyes and shifted to rise.

“And where do you think your going?”

Jareth smiled and laughed to himself. “I have business to attend to. Being King is not easy
you know.”

“I dont think so... I think you need to stay here.” Lielle lifted her head and stretched.
Jareth turned when he heard Sarah’s tone. “My love, I have some things that need to be
addressed.”

“What you need to do,” Lielle stood and crossed to Jareth, “Is give me a kiss and come
back to bed.”

Jareth smiled as Lielle licked her lips.

“Wait...” Lielle held up her hand, “I gotta go the bathroom.” She stuck her hands between
her legs and squeezed.

Jareth watched her scuttle away to bathroom. *Mortals and not being able to hold urine...
* He smiled as she returned looking refreshed.

“All better... now how about that kiss?”

Lielle reached up and grabbed Jareth’s head and latched right onto his lips. Jareth
marveled at the force that drove her into him. She playfully bit at his lip, biting one spot a
little hard and his blood leaked into her mouth. He kissed her back passionately as the fire
burned between them. Or was it on them?

Jareth’s lips began to tingle and burn and he began to feel sick.

“Jareth, what’s wrong?”

He looked up at Sarah as she mocked him.

“Are... you... mocking me?” Jareth asked, the pain behind his eyes escalating.

“Why? You gonna hurt me?”

Jareth reached and attempted to draw a crystal.

“What’s wrong, fae boy? Magic not working?”

“Sarah...”

Lielle threw her head back and laughed. “Sarah? No baby, I’m no Sarah.”

Jareth watched through half open eyes as Sarah melted away from his eyes and a figure he
all to recognized stood where she was. Her green ringleted hair was held back by her tiara.
Her ruby red eyes gazed at him like he was a worm. Her plump breasts held up with a
corset that was a shade lighter than her cerulean blue skin. The heels she was wearing
were only visible because she was standing with her hand on her hip, drawing the long
skirt up a few inches to show it off. The slit up the side showed off her long, sensual legs.
She smiled as he looked her over, pushing her breasts out a little.

“Lielle.”

“Correct, my sweet.” She prodded.

“Where.... where is.... Sarah?”

“With Micheal. Dont worry, my love. He is taking care of her.” She said slyly.

“What... what did you do... to me.”

She held out a little cylinder tube and twisted the bottom. “The newest color in lipwear.
Iron Shaving Silver.”

(AN: For those of you who dont know... Fae folk are allergic to Iron. They die if too
much enters their system.)

“My little love bite allowed the iron to get into your blood. But no worries, my pet, your
not going to die. Just be very, very,” Lielle moved close to Jareth’s face, “very weak.”

Jareth coughed and heaved with the pain.

“Sleep, my little fae, sleep.”

Jareth watched as she paced the room, smiling just as he passed out.

“Perfect.” she walked into the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror.

“Micheal... it’s done.”

“Are you sure?” Micheal appeared in the mirror seconds later.

“Yeah, I bit him and the iron got in his blood there.”

“Good job. Now for part two. I will mark Sarah and we will be at the gate at dawn. Make
sure he’s ready.”

“Oh I will. Make sure she suffers.”

Micheal smiled. “You know I will.”

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

“Crystal... Crystal... wake up.”

Crystal opened her eyes and squinted. It was still dark and she couldn’t see who was
shaking her.

“Wha?”

“Crystal... your mom’s here.” Toby excitedly said.

“Mom?”

“We have a big problem.” Persephonie’s voice came strong through the night.

“Your telling me.” Crystal rubbed her eyes as she yawned. “Did you have to come so
early?”

“Im sorry, its just that we have a big problem.”

“Is my sister ok?” Toby looked up into Persephonie’s eyes.

“She’s not hurt, but in bad hands. Micheal’s cloned Sarah. He’s going to mark her and
send her through the Labyrinth again. Even worse, that cunt,” Persephonie covered her
mouth, “excuse me. I mean, that girl Lielle has poisoned Jareth and they are manipulating
him to make her think he’s against her.”

“You need to get her out mom.”

“I know, but her being in the lands is just as dangerous, if not more than sending her
through the Labyrinth.”

“Mom, she cant go through it again. They’ll make her die. Just to spite Jareth. Get her out
of there.”

“As you wish. But then, she is on her own from me. The Seelie court is already at my
back, telling me not to interfere, just like they did with your father. I will not loose another
member of my family. Nor will I let one that is loved be hurt.”

And with that, a very pissed off mortal queen dissipated in a cloud of glitter.

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

Sarah attempted to sleep whenever she could. The reoccurring dream of Jareth’s mom had
her thinking all day when she was awake. What did she mean “love works in mysterious
ways?” That was so cliche’. Why cant anything make sense? *Its not fair*

Sarah laughed a little at her thoughts. She used to say that so much. *God was I
immature.* She shook her head.

“Ahh, your awake.”

She jumped at Micheal’s voice.

“Good. You were going to be one way or another.”

He reached forward and pulled her by her hair.

“Get up.”

Sarah wrenched herself away from the monster who cause all this shit in the first place.

“I’m not your bitch. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Such big words for a young lady. Don’t choke.”

Michael grabbed a hold of Sarah and they disappeared. When Sarah looked around again,
she almost hurled.

“Oh my god...”

Sarah couldn’t believe her eyes. Chains. Lots of chains. Hooks, swords, ninetails, and
shackles were everywhere.

“Ninetails is my favorite. What’s yours?” Micheal mocked her surprise.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Pure evil spanned across Micheal’s face as he lead Sarah to a chair.

“Sit.”

“You know, please and thank-you would be nice.”

“I said sit.”

Micheal clamped down on Sarah’s shoulder and forced her into the chair.

“Now my darling, we need to fix a problem.”

“And what would that be?”

“For one,” Micheal smacked Sarah across her face, “your tone.”

Stretching out her stinging face, Sarah looked up at Micheal and spit in his face.

Micheal chuckled a little.

“Too bad theres no iron in there.” Sarah rolled her eyes.

“Indeed.” Micheal smiled.

“You know, why do you have to be such an asshole?”

Micheal grabbed Sarah’s arm with one hand and her chin in the other. With bruising force
he pulled her face upwards.

“Because... seeing little wenches like you squirm makes my day.”

He roughly kissed Sarah, bruising her lips with his jagged teeth and forced his tongue into
her mouth. Deeper and deeper he pushed his tongue, only letting a miniscule amount of air
to her lungs. When he finally broke the kiss, Sarah’s head spun from lack of oxygen and
she didn’t even notice him reach for a sharp needle.

“Now, this will only hurt a lot. Dont worry, You’ll be fine in a couple weeks.”

“What the....” Shrill screams ripped through the torture chamber. Sarah’s body thrashed as
Micheal repeatedly stabbed at her fair skin with the foreign object. Sarah cried out in
horror as that asshole of a brother cruelly inflicted pain on her.

“Now dont move so much, you’ll make it ugly.”

Binding out of nowhere held down her wrists and arms. Her legs were shackled to the
bottom of the chair. She opened her eyes and stared at the blood seeping from her body.
Now and then Michael would stop and admire his so called “artwork” and lick a little of
her up.

“You taste exquisite.” He taunted liking a little bit off the side of his mouth. “Almost
finished.”

He stabbed into her a couple more times and then stood back.

“Too dirty to tell.”

He reached for a bucket and threw what looked like water on the wound. Sarah
whimpered in pain as the salt water stung deep into her body. With no energy left, all her
body did was convulse and he dabbed the blood soaked cloth on the wound.

“Ahh... perfect.”

He held up a mirror to her side and Sarah barely saw the image.

“Great... a fucking.....dragon...aren’t you....quite the...artist.”

Micheal reached up to smack her again, only stopping when he noticed she had passed
out.

“Tsk tsk... not any fun if they aren’t awake. Here,” he called to a servant, “take her to her
room. She’s useless now.”

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

“Sarah....”

“Mmmnnn.” Sarah’s head was throbbing in pain.

“Sarah, are you alright? That asshole...”

Sarah felt strong arms pick her up and embrace her.

“Pers...Persephonie?”

“Shh... yes, it’s me.”

“Oh... Persephonie... I hurt so bad...”

Tears rushes through Sarah as she cried into Persephonie’s chest.

“I know, let it out... let it all out.”

Sarah wasn’t sure how long she cried, she didn’t even know if she was awake. She lifted
her head up and looked around. Darkness with swirling mists. *Nope, not awake* she
thought.

“Persephonie?”

“Yes?”

“Umm...Am I going to be ok?”

Sarah tried to strand and the pain pulled her back to reality.

“Lay down my dear.”

“Excuse me?”

“Lay down.”

Sarah looked at Persephonie and noticed there was something in her eyes. She watched in
fascination as Persephonie moved, more like glided her hands over Sarah’s body and her
clothes vanished.

“Umm...”

“Shh...” Persephonie held a finger to Sarah’s lips. “Let me help, let me heal you.”

Sarah shifted uncomfortably and gasped a little as Persephonies face came close to hers.

“Trust me, Sarah.” Persephonie’s lips barely brushed Sarah’s.

Sarah couldn’t help the feeling that ignited in her veins. *No. This is Jareth’s mom. While
she might look 20 and she might be hot, I am not getting turned on by this.* Sarah
thought to herself.

But, when Persephonie’s lips connected with Sarah’s, she couldn’t stop herself from
kissing her back. Soon, all thoughts were gone of incest and other things. Sarah was to
busy contemplating the pleasure that racked her body.

She moaned as Perspehonie’s mouth sucked at her neck, cleaning off all the blood and
healing the bruises from Micheal’s smacking. She trailed her way down to Sarah’s side
and licked the tattooing, cleaning more than the blood that trailed down her side. She
headed down Sarah’s lower stomach and went down her legs. Reaching down to the
bottom, she trailed her tongue all the way up Sarah’s leg, over her belly button, and down
the other leg.

When all the wounds were clean and Sarah’s soft body was almost as good as new,
Persephonie lifted herself.

“No, please, dont stop.” Sarah breathed out. “Please...”

Persephonie raised an eyebrow in a fae way and grinned. She bent down and straddled
Sarah’s head. She bent over and breathed on her loins.

“As you wish.”

Sarah immediately dove into Persphonie. She felt her body respond to the pleasure and
went deeper into the queen. Moaning softly, she let her body be racked with the torrid
pain of pleasure that Persphonie was offering. She felt Persephonie slide in a finger and
cried out in sheer pleasure.

“Please... Oh my god....” Sarah breathed out.

Persephonie climbed off Sarah and watched the young maiden thrash under her hand.

“Oh...oh my...” Sarah covered her mouth as she screamed louder.

“Free yourself, my dear.” Persephonie whispered in her ear. “Let it go and be free.”

Sarah felt herself begin to shake harder and an image of Jareth burst into her mind as she
let herself go.

“There you are, my so young one. You are free. Good luck and remember, love works in
mysterious ways.”

Sarah felt the heat of Persephonie’s body disappear. Her clothes were wet, but not sweaty,
she wasn’t even breathing hard anymore. Had it all been a dream? She sat up and no pain
added her to the ground this time. She rubbed her eyes and stood, stretching her back.

That’s when she noticed.

“Holy Shit.”

No longer was she in Micheal’s castle, no unforgiving stone walls encased her in, making
her breath toxic fumes. Now, lush green forest surround her and the sun was just rising.

She looked towards the sun and saw the Labyrinth and the Goblin city. *The castle* She
thought.

“Come on feet. Lets get going.”

She smiled, thinking about what had just happened. Did she really dream that?

*“Love works in mysterious ways”* she thought to herself and grinned.

“Mysterious ways indeed.”

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

“Are you ready, Toby?”

“I... I think so.”

“Max, trust me. You’ll understand in time.”

“Whatever... just hurry.”

“Right. Now Toby, stay close and if we get separated,”

“I know. Stay where I am and whistle.”

Crystal looked down at the young boy. *So brave at such a young age.*

“You have the doll and the pendant?

Toby looked at the doll and the small pendant around it’s neck. He looked at his over
stressed and over worried father.

“Bye,dad. Dont worry, I’ll bring her home.”

Max nodded and kissed his son good bye.

“Let’s get going then.” Crystal looked at Max and gave him a weak smile. *We will bring
her back*

And with a cloud of glitter, the fae princess and the boy started their journey.

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

Ok... so things got a little steamy between
two unlikely characters. I know some of you
probably hate me for it. But if you didn’t like that
then you shouldn’t be reading my stuff. It was a
healing mechanism...*looks around and coughs*
A hot healing mechanism...*grins*
More to come.