Persephone: The Sequel to The Labyrinth

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sarah looked around the room she found herself in. She had never seen it before. It was dark. Oh, it was filled with lit candles, but all the fabrics and walls were dark. It was a beautiful room. Sarah moved towards a candelabra. She glanced down at herself. No longer was she in her tank top and shorts. Now she was dressed in a flowly white night gown. It floated around her ankles in a gentle breeze.

Sarah moved to a window and froze in place. Out before her was a night covered Labyrinth. She turned back towards the room. Where was she? And why was she here?

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Jareth leaned against the wall in the only darkened corner of the room, where Sarah couldn't see him, watching her as she moved around his bedchamber. She looked like an angel and she was all his. Tonight as she dreamed he would make her burn for him, but for now he watched her.

She moved around the room as if looking for a way out. Sarah moved closer to the draped bed. Just watching her move around the chamber made his blood run warm. She sat on the end of his bed. Things seemed to be going better than he had planned.

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Sarah relaxed back into the comfy bed. She now had an idea where exactly she was. She was dressed in a silk nightgown in the Goblin King's bedroom. Why? She didn't know yet. Sarah figured that she would soon know. He would of course at some point make an appearance. She sighed. What was going on?

Sarah glanced over at the only dark corner of the room. Her blood ran both hot and cold as she watched HIM walk out of the corner towards her. Sarah yelped and bounced off of the bed, landing on her derriere on the stone floor, but her eyes never left his face.

It was both beautiful and terrifying. Sarah slowly stood up as he advanced on her. "What are you doing here?"

He smirked. She then realized he was wearing only a pair of tight pants. "This is my bedchamber, Sarah. I have every right to be here." His face became blank once more.

Sarah continued moving away until her back met the wall. "I didn't plan to be here."

He reached the bed and leaned against one of the post. "Now Sarah, you haven't ever wondered what this room looked like?"

How would he know that? No one knew about it. No one. She hadn't told a soul. "I have a feeling you know why I'm here."

His eyes glanced towards the window. "My, my, no monologue, Sarah?"

"I don't need one. Why I am here?"

He looked back her. "What can't you figure it out?"

Anger filled Sarah. "How dare you bring me here!"

He moved away from the bed and towards her once again. "Oh, little Sarah, you seemed to have forgotten who I am."

Sarah began to inch along the wall, glaring at him as he came closer. "I know very well who you are."

He smirked as he blocked her escape by trapping her between his arms and body. "Then you should know that is no way to speak to me."

Sarah swallowed. "You're not my king."

He leaned his head next to hers. "Oh, really. Such a pity."

Sarah smirked. "What part of "you have no power over me" didn't you understand?"

He leaned closer and whispered into her ear. "Oh, little Sarah, did you really believe that? If I really have no power over you, than how was I able to bring you here and why am I almost always on your mind?"

Sarah gasped and looked around her trying to find a way to escape. "Why you good for nothing…"

He pressed his cheek against hers. She could feel him smiling. "You can't escape, Sarah. Tonight I plan to allow one of those dreams about to come true." He pulled his face back and looked her in the eye. "I just haven't decided on which one yet."

Sarah needed a plan. Yes, she had occasionally had those kind of dreams about him, but there was no way she would let him control her. "You really think I'm going to let you do anything to me."

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Jareth almost laughed. She was being more difficult than he had thought she would be… once he had found out she was having the same dreams. He could almost forget in some ways she was still a child because of them.

"Oh, little Sarah, you want me just as much as I want you, only you are too afraid of what that desire leads to."

Her breathing quickened. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Oh, she was going to play that game. She was fighting it. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about." He pulled back just a bit. "You're not a little girl anymore, Sarah."

"I know that."

"Then act like it."

He watched as she stood taller, reminding him of a fifth teen year old girl standing up to him.

"I don't know where you get the idea that you have the right to say any of this to me."

Jareth smiled. She wasn't looking at him. Of course she was trying to find a way to escape. "Sarah, I only speak the truth." He leaned closer towards her. "You need to realize that."

She turned her head and looked at him. He was only a breath away from her lips. If only she would move that last tinny tiny little bit he could be kissing her.

"I don't have to realize anything."

He moved a bit closer, yet still not touching her lips. "Oh, I think you have to."

Her eyes grew larger as he moved even closer, still not touching. "I…don't…think…so."

"Why not, Sarah? What's so bad about realizing that I'm right?" He grinned. "It might just be fun."

"You have no power over me."

The grin became a smile. "Oh, but I do, little Sarah. More than you know." He leaned in that last little bit to kiss her.

Her lips were soft and full under his. Slowly he lowered his arms closer to her waist. She wasn't fighting him, now. Oh, far from it. She was melting into him. As the kiss got more heated and more passionate, Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. Soon his arms were wrapped around her middle and he was pulling her tighter against him. He knew she could feel his arousal, and he didn't care. He wanted her to know just how much he wanted from her. Soon he couldn't tell where each of them began and end. Slowly regrettably he pulled away. Both were breathing heavily.

"Are you still going to fight me, Sarah?"

He looked into her passion filled eyes. She was in no way able to fight him, now. He smiled. Riing. Riing. Riing. Sarah disappeared from his arms.

Jareth fell towards the wall. He turned and slid down it. Tonight proved more than he that originally planned. He wasn't going to wait any longer. She was his and she would be within his reach when he wanted her. The next time she would truly be in his chamber and under him.