This is a non Sarah fic, sorry guys but I think you’ll enjoy this. Oh and it is most probably going into the NC-17 rating, my first so please be kind. Another thing this is an evil Jareth story, also my first. Hehe, got to love it when he’s bad ::clears throat:: Disclaimer: As you all know I own nothing from the movie Labyrinth. Jareth, ::sighs::, is not mine but the characters that I make up along the way are all my doing. So read and enjoy and remember most importantly review.
Innocence Lost
Chapter One
The room flickered as the lightning from outside flashed making its occupants jump in fright. The small group of friends laughed at themselves for being so jumpy. The electricity had been knocked out just as they were in the middle of watching their favorite movie, Labyrinth. Now in the dark, they waited on the hostess to retrieve the flashlight and candles from the back room.
Marcy blindly reached within the cabinets, hands searching for the flashlight. Hands hitting the long cold metal she lifted the object searching for the switch with her fingers and light illuminated the room. Now with light to guide her she grabbed the now visible candles and a box of matches before rejoining her friends in the living room.
Lighting the candles the room was thankfully lit with a warm light and everyone could see everyone. The small group of four grinned to one another happy to be able to see each other once again.
A small, petite young woman of twenty smiled with mischievous glee, "All right, anyone in the mood for some fun?"
All grinned knowingly as they watched Jennifer pull out the Ouija board. Marcy bit her lower lip, looking to her friends Jennifer, Margi, and Nancy, "Okay, let me just say that those things give me the creeps."
Margi, a large woman of the same age, giggled, "Marcy, don’t be such a baby."
Looking towards Marcy, Nancy was starting to wig out, "Um, I'm with Marcy on this. Lets do something else."
Jennifer groaned, "Oh for Pete's sake! It'll be fun, besides what else are we going to do?"
The crackle of thunder made everyone start. Marcy gave in and sighed, "Oh, all right but the first sign of this getting too creepy we put that thing away!"
As Jennifer placed the Ouija board in the center of the floor, everyone else gathered around it. The pointer was placed and everyone leaned in as Jennifer and Marcy placed their fingers on the small white object. Both Margi and Nancy watched with bated breath.
Jennifer's brown eyes sparkled with mirth, as she knew exactly what to ask, "Tell us, is the Goblin King Jareth real?"
Both Jennifer and Marcy felt the pointer move underneath their fingertips as it first moved to the letter Y followed by E and ending in S. Marcy felt a cold chill run down her spine. Jennifer, Nancy, and Margi got a dreamy excited expression on their faces while Marcy looked as white as a sheet.
Margi laughed, "Your moving it aren’t you!"
Jennifer shook her head, "No way! That thing moved by itself. Right Marcy? Uh, Marcy?"
Marcy nodded, "I didn't move it…"
Jennifer straightened, "Okay, next question. Does the Goblin King Jareth know about us?"
The pointer moved once again but this time instead of pointing to the letters Y, E, and S it pointed to the edge of the board where it had the word yes printed. Jennifer continued, her voice slightly shaky, "Is he watching us right now?"
Yes, was the answer given. Marcy pulled her hand away sitting back on her heels, "Okay, that's it. I told you this was a bad idea."
Margi cut in, "Oh come on! Wouldn't it be cool if he really was watching? I wonder if he's as sexy as in the movies?"
Jennifer grinned, a stary eyed expression on her face, "Hmm, maybe if we say the words?"
Marcy rolled her eyes standing from the floor, "Okay, Coke anyone?"
All nodded and she headed towards the kitchen with one of the candles in her hand. Grabbing four glasses from the cabinet she made her way to the fridge behind her and opened the freezer to grab some ice. Turning around she dropped the ice tray.
On the counter where she had placed the glasses facing up they were now facing down. Looking around shakily she saw no one within the room.
"Hey, you okay in there Marcy?" Nancy called from the living room.
"Yeah, fine! I just dropped the ice tray!" Marcy called back in return.
Leaning down she picked up the pieces of ice that had fallen on the floor and threw them into the sink. Her hands cold from picking up the ice, she turned to the glasses and just about dropped the tray once again. The glasses were now each filled with ice.
Numbly she placed the ice tray on the counter and closed her eyes counting slowly to ten before opening them once again. There, standing before her, were four glasses filled with ice. The crackle of thunder made her cry out in startlement and as she fled from the kitchen she could have sworn she heard laughter.
Freaked out, Marcy sped into the living room, her blue eyes huge with fright. Grabbing the Ouija board she quickly placed it in the box, "That’s it! No more Ouija board! Got it?"
All looked to her strangely, Jennifer saying what everyone else was thinking, "Okay, what the hells with you?"
Marcy plopped down on the couch rubbing her face with her hands, "I'm loosing it that's what!" she mumbled to herself. Standing she laughed nervously, "Sorry, just got spooked. You know with the storm, in the dark, Ouija board…Can we please not do that board any more?"
Jennifer laughed at the ridiculous behavior of her friend, "Oh all right! But now what? We can't watch TV, can't get on the computer to log onto the Internet, and there is nothing to do."
"I know!" Margi perked up, "We can summon him."
"Why are you so stuck on this paranormal crap?! Get a clue! NO!" Marcy shot back. As soon as she said this she regretted it, "I'm sorry Margi. What do you have in mind?"
Margi looked hurt as she crossed her arms, "I was going to say we could do that thing with the mirror but instead of calling Bloody Mary three times we can call Jareth."
Marcy sighed, this would never work so she had nothing to fear, "Creepy much!" laughing she continued, "Okay, since I'm obviously being the party pooper I'll go with this."
Margi grinned wickedly, "Okay then you go first, your bathroom is perfect, that mirror is huge!"
After her friends pushed her reluctantly into the bathroom and shut the door Marcy sighed as she placed the lone candle on the counter in front of the mirror beside the sink. The light from the candle made the bathroom look luminous and frightening. With a sigh she squared her shoulders, thinking that she might as well get this stupid thing over with.
Inhaling she softly spoke as she stared into her reflection, "Jareth, Jareth," the candle flickered causing her to stop. Looking to her reflection with worry she bit her bottom lip trying to give herself the courage to say it one more time and then run as fast as she could out of there.
Taking a deep breath she rose her voice, "Jareth!" the light from the candle flickered out and the bathroom was flooded into darkness.
Chapter 2
Marcy froze her breath caught in her throat as the candle went out. She was surrounded by darkness, the faint smell of smoke drifting to her nose from the candle that had just went out. Throat suddenly dry she swallowed trying to regain her ability to move.
Hair brushed back she gasped at the touch to the back of her neck, hot breath whisking against her ear. She was trembling now as gloved fingers began sliding gently down the sides of her arms causing goose bumps from his touch. A warm body pressed against her back, lips caressing against the side of her neck.
She found herself incapable of speech, to move away. All that she was capable of accomplishing was short gasps at each sensual touch he bestowed upon her. Never in her life had she been kissed and caressed in such a way. She felt herself drugged by his touch, her body crying out for more. The pounding on the door to the bathroom broke her free from the sensual haze that he had pulled her into.
Hands tightened around her arms as she made an attempt to pull away his breath tickling her ear, "We are far from finished my sweet."
Blue eyes large as saucers she tried to find her voice, tried to find her inner strength. A crash of thunder shook the house, the flash of lightening illuminating the room for a brief second from the small window in the back of the bathroom. Pale skin, long blond hair cascading down to his shoulders, but this was not what had caused her to gasp out in fear and desire, those mismatched eyes. His eyes bore into her like no other and she could literally feel his hungry gaze. She watched fearfully as his lips edged into a sensual and seductive grin, a wave of nervous trepidation flowing through her being.
"MARCY…MARCY…Come on this isn't funny. OPEN THE DOOR!" her friends shouted into the door, pounding on it for her to come out.
"What do you mean?" she shakily asked.
The candle within the bathroom re-lit and his solid warm figure was gone, his voice echoing within the air around her, "Later my sweat."
Marcy felt herself stumble back as she lost the solid support of his body from behind. She was literally shaking, arms wrapping around her self, as she knew that she would see him again. What had she done? It was all too obvious what he wanted.
Door slamming open the three friends practically fell into the floor of the bathroom. Jennifer immediately went to Marcy seeing the look of fright on her friend’s face, "Jesus! Why the hell did you lock us out and…Are you all right?"
A nervous laugh left her lips, "Sorry guys, I didn't think that I locked it. I…" at this point she crumbled to the floor, her hands fidgeting with one another as she was struck completely by what just happened.
Margi lunged to her side, "Did you see him? It worked didn't it!"
Nancy not at all liking how the others were treating Marcy, when it was all to obvious that she was in some kind of shock, came to her rescue. Helping Marcy up to her feet she glared at the other two, "Give it a brake!" Just as she had said this the electricity in the house cut back on and everyone squinted against the sudden brightness of the room.
Everyone including Marcy sighed with relief before Nancy continued, "Listen, let’s go back and watch the rest of the movie."
Margi was about to argue but stopped as she saw the glare she received from Nancy. Nancy was a quiet, sweet person but get on her bad side and you would regret it.
Marcy said barely another word as they watched the rest of the movie, her mind stuck on that moment within the bathroom, his touch, the look within his eyes. So lost in her remembrance of that incident she had not noticed when the movie ended and Jennifer was trying to talk to her.
Blinking she broke from her memories, "Huh, oh sorry Jennifer… What did you say?"
Jennifer looked to Marcy concerned, "Are you sure you’re all right?"
Smiling weekly she nodded to her friends, "Honestly I'm sorry about making you worry. Nothing happened…" she lied, "the candle just went out and scared the dickens out of me."
Shrugging her shoulders Jennifer smiled, "Well, I'm taking the others home. Call you tomorrow, K?"
"Okay…" she watched as her friends grabbed their things and started out of the door.
Nancy waited for the others to leave before she turned to her best friend, "Marcy, I know that something more than what you told us happened. Just be careful okay. Sometimes when something seems to good to be true, it usually is." Quickly hugging her friend she rushed out of the door, the feeling of someone watching them very strong. That presence was chilling.
Locking the door behind her friends as they left, Marcy leaned against the door feeling chilled to the soul at her best friend's words. It was as if she knew exactly what had happened and was trying to warn her.
Shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all, Marcy decided that it never happened, that it was all some big hallucination brought on by the storm, electricity going out, and the other occurrences of the night. Heading back into the living room she headed towards the bathroom and stood within the doorway. Even though she was telling herself that it was all within her mind she could still feel his lips pressed against the side of her neck, the way he touched her, pressed himself against her.
Laughing at herself she shook her head as she spoke to herself, "It was all my overactive imagination. He's not real." Saying it and making her body believe it was the truth was not one in the same.
Deciding to take her ritual shower before going to bed, Marcy started to peel off her clothes as she started the running water of her shower. Quickly she ducked in shutting the glass sliding door as if it would block her from his view. Her determination in believing that it was all a product of her overactive imagination was dwindling with each passing moment.
Closing her eyes she ducked her head underneath the hot steamy water, allowing it to caress over her body. Hands brushing back her hair she turned leaning against the cool tile of the shower and relaxed under the hot water as it cascaded over her fair skin.
A caress against her skin broke her out of her relaxed stated. As she was startled by the intrusion, she jerked to the side eyes searching frantically for the source of that touch. The steam rose before her, the glass of the shower door fogged by the swirling steam. No one was there but it felt as if she had been touched.
About to shrug it off as nothing she felt a pressure along her wrist and was made immobile as she found her arms pinned above her head. "Please!" she begged to the invisible presence.
Gasp escaping her lips, she felt hands moving over her wet skin, cupping her breast and downward to caress against her thighs. Breathing labored, she moaned as she felt a pressure against the inside of her thigh moving upwards.
Heart pounding she unconsciously spread her legs as the need to feel that touch grew with each agonizing movement upwards towards her most secret of places. Never in her life had she been touch by another in this way. A husky laugh met her ears as the touch traveled away from its original destination.
"So innocent," came the sensual reply making her quiver all over.
"Why are you doing this?" she breathed out softly, relieved but also disappointed that he did not finish.
"So many questions," was softly spoken into her ear.
Marcy slumped as the pressure on her wrists disappeared and the presence of a body pressed against hers was gone as well. Arms rapping around her naked exposed body she slid down to the shower floor. Eyes closing against the hot water Marcy felt used and violated. Why was he doing this to her and where would it lead?
Mismatched eyes gazed upon the image within the crystal a dark and sensual smile edging the corners of his lips. Leaning back within his throne Jareth relaxed enjoying the view.
"Really Jareth, must you toy with that mortal girl so? She is an innocent!"
Allowing the crystal to disappear Jareth looked to his intruder with a lazy bored gaze, "She did call me as well as summon me. Marcy belongs to me now and what I do with her is none of your concern."
Shaking his head Erwin tightened his gloved fists, "Brother, many have summoned you before and never have you done anything like this."
Jareth’s brows rose at this, "And why the concern?"
Erwin narrowed his dark blue eyes, "She’s an innocent Jareth, she does not deserve what it is you have planed for her!"
Standing from the throne he approached his brother, "Innocent, not for long."
Erwin’s jaws clinched at his brother’s cruelty. Jareth in return threw his head back, a wicked laugh escaping his lips before eyeing Erwin’s angered form, "By your reactions I would think that YOU wanted this mortal woman."
Erwin glared at his brother, both staring down the other, he was the first to pull away, "I wonder how we are related at times."
Jareth’s strong hands gripped Erwin’s shoulders turning him to face him, "I’ll allow you a taste of her if you wish. Despite most beliefs I can share."
Pushing away from his brother’s hold, Erwin stormed out of the room,
Jareth’s laughter following behind him as he left.
Chapter 3
Sitting on the edge of her bed with her feet tucked underneath her Marcy pulled the blanket tightly to her shivering form. Though the room temperature was pleasant, she felt chilled to the bone. Her mind was in a whirl as to what was happening to her. Why was he doing this to her? What did she do to this being to make him treat her so?
A startled cry left her lips as she felt a gentle caress against her cheek. Marcy whimpered as she pushed herself back against the headboard of her bed.
A gentle whisper met her ears; this mans voice not the same as the one she had heard before. His voice was gentle, soothing, and comforting as well as mesmerizing, "Please do not be afraid. I do not intend on harming you child."
Brows furrowed, she whispered into the air, "Wh…who are you?"
"I dare not give my name, but trust me when I say that I intend on helping you" the voice soothing replied.
Marcy relaxed slightly, though still wary of this new presence, "Please, let me see you." No answer was given and she could feel that he was gone. Comforted by his promise she allowed herself to lay back as her eyes drooped until finally the abyss of dreams found their way to her closed lids.
Allowing the crystal to fade, Erwin pursed his full lips, his gloved hand running through his dark brown wavy hair. He and his brother were of the same blood but looked nothing alike. The only features that they did share were their fair complexion and their young appearance, as the attribute of most Fae.
His dark blue eyes looked distant as he ran her face through his mind. Marcy was a beautiful mortal woman and he had been watching her for some time. Jareth had no idea of his obsession with her. Hell, he had no idea that he even looked in on the mortals of the Aboveground realm!
She was a part of the large amount of mortals that had been taken in by that play about his brother. Oh, if they only knew Jareth's true nature! He doubted that they would think of him in the romantic sense as they did now. How such a story about his brother was told he had only one conclusion… Jareth must have somehow planted that story in the playwright's mind.
It was frightening how much Jareth's powers grew as his name and title was known more and more in the Aboveground. The more he was brought into the minds of those above, the more power it gave him. His twisted brother had indeed done well by his manipulation of the Aboveground mortals.
'Oh Marcy, if only I had come to you sooner…I will not allow him to defile your pureness of heart. He will not have you that I swear!' fists tightening at his thoughts he leaned back against the windowsill to his bedchambers.
Not allowing his anger to cloud his judgement, Ewrin gazed out over his own kingdom. Where as Jareth was the Goblin King, Erwin was the King of the Land of Dreams. If he had not visited his brother when he did, he might not have known about Jareth's actions and Marcy's danger.
Returning to the inside of his bedchambers, Erwin looked to the mirror that hung on the far wall. There is where he had first found her. He had been curious about the mortal's activities Aboveground and wondered about his brother's interest in such a place.
Gazing within the mirror he saw her as she slept soundly within her bed. Gloved fingers traced the contours of her face and he watched as she smiled against his touch. She would not remember, but he had come to comfort her many a night when she would cry herself to sleep from the harshness of her world. He wanted more than anything to take her to his world, but he did not hold the power that his brother held. He could not physically cross over into the Aboveground and was powerless to bring her to the Underground.
Pulling away he allowed her image to fade, a frown set upon his handsome features. He had to protect her, but how? There was something that he knew that his brother did not know about this mortal, she was different from the others of her world. Marcy did not know it, but she held power hidden within herself, a power he had never before encountered.
Erwin feared for Marcy, if Jareth should find this out. Now, she was just an amusement to him, something to occupy his time but if he found out about her secret…Jareth would never let her go.
The shrill of the alarm beside her bed broke her from her slumber. With a groan she turned over switching off the alarm as she forced her eyes to open. Her thoughts were immediately focused on the events of last night. Was it just a dream? Did any of it really happen? Surely it must have been a dream?
Pulling the warm blanket around her she closed her eyes wishing she could go back to sleep. Finally after arguing with herself on why she needed to get up Marcy sat up in the bed her dark hair mused, one side flat against her head as the other stuck out slightly. Running her hands through her hair she immediately smoothed her hair back making it, at least, a little presentable.
Standing from the bed she groggily made her journey to her bathroom, pausing slightly before entering. Looking at her reflection she cringed, "Man, are you scary in the mornings!" this comment made her laugh as she reached for the brush to run it quickly through her hair.
Marcy took a quick shower and made her routine of getting ready for the day. She had so many errands to run and it was only Saturday. Dressing in a long white summer dress with small blue flower print she slipped on her sandals and headed out of the door.
By mid-afternoon she was tired of running errands and decided to take a walk in the park. It was a beautiful sunny day and if she had to dill with one more shopping line she felt as if she would scream. Finally within the park Marcy sat silently on a bench that was set in front of a large pound. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply and smiled at the warmth of the sun on her face, the soft breeze as it swept back her shoulder length hair…
With a sharp intake of breath her eyes snapped opened, as she felt strong hands snaking underneath the skirt of her dress moving up her legs. No one was there but the feel of his hands was too real to ignore. She tried to stand to break free from that touch but she could not move.
"Please stop this!" she breathed her heart pounding her world slipping as she felt a wave of exquisite fire coarse through her from where he touched her. Eyes shutting at the intensity of this feeling she slumped down slightly on the bench her head falling back as she moaned from his touches. Each stroke between her legs sent her higher and higher eliciting a moan from her lips. She felt lips pressed against hers taking her mouth hungrily into his, his tongue probing and exploring and then she returning his kiss.
Gone, eyes snapping open her fingers touched her lips, his lip’s impression was still present, the throbbing between her legs still pounding. Shocked at what had just happened and thankful that the park was empty Marcy quickly grabbed her purse and stumbled to the car. Hands fumbled with her keys as she shakily tried to insert them into the lock. Finally after a few failed attempts she threw herself into the car, slamming the door shut.
"Enjoying our rendezvous?" came a sensual voice from the backseat of her car.
Eyes immediately shot up to her rearview mirror, where she saw his eyes looking into hers. That look within his mismatched eyes making her anger rise, it was as if he were mocking her, playing with her. "You BASTARD! Why are you doing this to me?"
She was about to turn to face him but was brought back against her seat as his hands pressed tightly against her shoulders bringing her back. She looked away from the mirror trying to turn her gaze but his vise like grip on her shoulders gave her little room to maneuver.
"Now Marcy, that is no way to speak to your King."
Her eyes glared into the mirror meeting his mismatched eyes with her blue ones. Narrowing her eyes she spoke low her voice edged with the disgust, "You are not my King."
Jareth pushed her back harder against the seat, his lips to her ear, "Oh but that is where you are wrong my dear! You called me, remember, summoned me to you. You are mine…" he drawled just before sucking her earlobe then nipping her ear with his teeth.
Marcy cried out as he bit her earlobe and groaned as he sucked at it before allowing his lips to slide down the side of her neck. Jerking free she turned only to find that the back of her car was empty and that he was gone, nowhere in sight. Turning back to face the front she looked at her ear in the mirror and saw the small trickle of blood from where he bit her, and it still stung. Starting the car she drove, not sure where she was going but knowing that she did not want to be alone.
Chapter 4
Stopping the car she stared at the steering wheel, her knuckles white from how hard she was grasping it. How could she crave for such intrusions? This Goblin King Jareth was nothing like what she had imagined. So many stories she had read off of the internet about him, the discussion groups she was apart of about that character, the many times where she and others wished that he were real. He WAS real and now he was using her, manipulating her body, and intruding on her privacy.
Those eyes, there was no romantic gesture hidden there, no warmth, just a cold possessive intensity that held promises of dark fantasies and passions of the flesh. Closing her eyes she shivered at her own thoughts, at the impression of his hands against her flesh. It was as if that incident was permanently imprinted on her body never to be washed away no mater how much or hard she would scrub.
Opening her eyes, she looked to where she had stopped and was surprised that she was at her best friend’s apartment. She had not realized that she had driven to Nancy’s. Needing someone to talk to and having the suspicion that Nancy would understand her and believe her, Marcy placed her car in park and quickly headed up to her friend’s apartment. She just hoped that she would be there.
Reaching Nancy’s apartment she stared at the white door not sure if she should be going to her. Would she drag her best friend into the same danger that she was currently in by seeking out her help? She could not do that to Nancy. Biting her lower lip she stepped back changing her mind about her course of action.
Before she could retreat back to her car though, the door to Nancy’s apartment swung open. Marcy just stared dumbly at her friend as she opened the door.
Nancy had been expecting Marcy to come by and immediately dragged her best friend into her apartment. Closing the door she looked to Marcy with concern, her friend looked flushed and she could not shake the feeling that something had happened to her friend. "Marcy?"
Marcy threw herself at Nancy, hugging her with desperation for someone to make this whole thing go away, "God, Nancy he…he…" she could not finish her sentence as the tears spilled out and she began to sob uncontrollably onto her best friends shoulder.
"Shh," she soothed immediately guiding her friend to the couch, "Marcy, what happened?"
Pulling away Marcy laughed at herself, swiping the tears from her face, "Jareth," Nancy looked to her waiting for her to continue, "I lied last night. Please believe me. He appeared to me. He…"
Nancy felt pained for her best friend, so her fears were true, there were times when she hated when her intuitions were true, "I believe you."
For the first time, Marcy was able to look Nancy in the eyes, "You…you do?"
Taking her best friends hands she looked over her friend with concern, "Marcy what did he do to you?"
Pulling her hands free, Marcy stood abruptly, her arms wrapping around herself as she started to pace, "He…he…made me feel things. Practically told me that I belonged to him now that I had summoned him!" She wanted to tell Nancy all that had been done, to make her understand, but she could not bring herself to tell her what he did to her. Stopping her pacing she sat back down facing Nancy, "I don’t know what to do."
Nancy looked to her silently, looked past Marcy nodded, and then turned her attention back to her friend, "There is something that I haven’t told you about me. I’ve always been able to see things that others can not, sense things, and sometimes predict them. Last night, I definitely felt his presence. Marcy, do not give into him. There is not much I can do but…advise. My spirit guides say that it is too dangerous for me to get involved in this. If I do try and help you I’ll end up being pulled into this."
Marcy looked to her best friend with a puzzled expression; she did not know this side to her. Nancy had been her best friend for as long as she could remember and never had she known this about her. Throat dry she leaned back in the sofa, "How can I fight him? What chance do I have against such a being?"
Marcy’s hands came to cover her face, "I’m in over my head…"
Nancy looked to her friend with sympathy, if only there was something that she could do to help her friend. A whisper in her mind gave her insight, "Marcy, you're not alone in this. There’s another, he will be able to help you. Trust him."
Marcy sat bolt upright from her slouched position on the couch, "How did you know?"
"I’m right then, he has made himself known?"
Nodding her answer Marcy bit her bottom lip, "I wish I knew who he was. I don’t know why but he felt familiar somehow…"
Smiling, Nancy patted her best friend’s hand, "He might be your spirit guide but I don’t know. Mine are not very forthcoming about giving me much info about the matter. Marcy, trust your instincts and your heart."
The shrill of the phone broke them from their discussion and Nancy picked up the phone, "Hello…yeah Jennifer she’s here. Oh tonight? I don’t know…Let me ask her." Hand covering the receiver she looked to Marcy, "Its Jennifer, she wants to go out to a club tonight. I’ll tell her no."
Marcy quickly grabbed her hand before it could leave the receiver, "No! Wait! That will be perfect, so far he’s only come when I’m alone. Maybe I’ll be safe if I’m surrounded by people."
Nancy bit her lip, "You sure?"
"Yeah, besides I don’t want to be alone tonight and I could definitely use a drink."
Taking back the phone Nancy told Jennifer that they would go. After hanging up the phone she looked to Marcy with concern, "Are you positive about this? I can call her back if you want."
Nodding she stood, "Yeah and besides they need someone of legal age to sneak them some drinks!" both Marcy and Nancy laughed.
Turning serious Marcy looked to her best friend, "Can…can you like stay with me today up until tonight? I’m afraid to be alone."
"Okay, let me grab something to wear for tonight and we can go by Braums or something. I don’t know about you but I’m starved."
Glad to not be thinking about the events of earlier, Marcy waited and they made their way to her car. Just as she was about to open her door she froze but quickly ducked into the car. Marcy could have sworn that they were being watched.
Getting in the passenger seat Nancy felt worried as she felt as if something, other than her spirit guides, were watching. If it was Jareth she hoped that he would just lose interest and go away. Her instincts told her though that that was not going to happen and that tonight might be the last night that she would see Marcy. She kept the knowledge to herself knowing that it would do nothing to help her friend and she hated that she was powerless to help her. The feeling of helplessness was painful to bare and the ride to Marcy’s house was spent in silence as Nancy tried to force herself not to cry at what she knew.
Looking to her friend she bit her lip wanting to tell her but her guides were insistent that she keep her knowledge to herself. They were telling her that Jareth was watching them and that if she said anything it would put her in danger. Luckily Jareth was not listening into their conversation at her apartment, that was the only reason why they allowed her to tell Marcy what she did know.
Thankful that he did not make an appearance to her while she was in the shower, Marcy leaned over the sink as she applied her eyeliner. Nancy was standing beside her, running a curling iron through her hair. They both looked to each other and laughed.
Marcy looked over the finished results of getting ready and grinned. Wearing a tight fitting black skirt that came mid thigh and a sleeveless shimmering white shirt with a v-neck, she finished the look with a silver chain belt that drooped a little on the side accenting her exposed midriff. She wore her hair loose letting it fall about her shoulders in slight waves. Reaching for her black pumps she slowly pulled them on looking to Nancy as she was touching up her own makeup.
"Nancy, when did Jennifer say she was coming to pick us up?"
Finishing touching up her eye shadow Nancy started to apply her mascara, "Um, she should be here anytime soon." Finishing with her makeup she looked to Marcy, "I would kill to be able to wear that get up!"
Marcy giggled, "Girl, you’re looking good! Damn, I need a drink. I am definitely not going to be designated driver!"
Biting her lip she looked to Marcy with concern, "Are you sure that’s wise? With you know who…"
Sighing, she really did not want to think about that right now, "Look, we’re going to a dance club surrounded by people and friends. He’s not going to show up and molest me in public."
Before Nancy could comment they heard the door open and Jennifer announcing her arrival, "Never fear the party girl’s here!"
Jennifer walked in with a huge grin on her face, "Damn girls don't you look hot!"
Nancy and Marcy grinned, Marcy looked Jennifer up and down with a whistle, "Oh, the guys are definitely going to be fighting over each other to get to you! So is it just us three?"
Jennifer sighed, "Yeah, Margi had to bail but that’s cool. Remember as soon as we get in your sneaking me a drink."
Marcy walked to Jennifer placing her arm around her friends shoulder, "Count on it! Sucks being twenty. Legal enough to join the arm and die for your country but not legal enough to drink. Talk about screwed up world!"
All grinned to one another before heading out the door. Marcy was glad to be going out and getting her mind off of last night and that afternoon. This was definitely what she needed, to go out with her friends and have some fun.
Chapter 5
Reaching the bar, Marcy leaned against the bar waiting for the bartender to notice her, as he did she shouted over the music her order, "Long Island Ice Tea and a KamiKazi!"
Sliding the money to the bartender Marcy quickly downed the shot and grinned as she turned to Nancy holding her other drink, she could already feel the affects of the alcohol working in her system. She could feel the base vibrating through her, the music calling her to go and dance. Marcy wanted to lose herself out on the dance floor, quickly finishing her drink she pulled both of her friends out onto the dance floor.
Nancy was having fun, enjoying the music that surrounded them. She danced with her friends her eyes glancing about the dance floor. Who was that? He was gone but she knew that person. Frowning she looked back to her friends only to find that they were gone. Surrounding her were dancing bodies of no one that she knew. Turning she moved through the crowed and saw Jennifer dancing with a cute guy but no Marcy.
The flashing of the lights and the growing warmth consumed her body from her dancing and the alcohol, she allowed her eyes to close. Allowing herself to lose herself in the dance she swayed with the music her hands gliding over her hips and then under her hair. Pulling her hair up on top of her head she allowed the air of the club to cool her hot body a smile creasing her lips.
Hands came about her waist from behind, a hard strong body pressed to her back. She continued her dance, rubbing herself against him as her body was controlled by the beat, by the need of letting go of ones worries. Allowing her hair to fall back down, her hands moved downward provocatively over her waist, over his hands. She swayed her hips against him, he moving with her in an erotic dance.
Lips pressed against the back of her neck sending a wave of excitement through her. Her head tilted back automatically, eyes closing against the erotic feelings his touch was bringing about within her being. Part of her knew that she should pull away, that she should not be doing this. Who was she dancing with? Marcy refused to allow her mind to focus on who it most probably was.
Jareth smiled against her flesh, he was pleased with her dance, the way she reacted to his touch. He knew that the alcohol in her system was impairing her judgement, all the more easy to catch his pray.
A silent gasp left her lips as she was pulled back, her body suddenly pressed between the wall and Jareth’s body. Lips pressed hungrily to hers, his tongue smoothly entered her mouth caressing her tongue, manipulating her mouth.
Hands moved of their own accord as they wrapped themselves around his strong neck. She trembled against him as his hands trailed down her sides downward to the edge of her skirt. She was lost within his touch, carried away by the desires he brought about within.
Jareth edged up her skirt, raising her off of the ground slightly as he pulled her forcefully to him. Lips trailing skillfully from her mouth downward over the soft skin of her neck he whispered in her ear, "Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you want me. Tell me."
His hands glided over her warmth underneath her skirt eliciting a cry from her lips. Jareth’s lips still played with the taste of her skin as he kissed along her neck then her collarbone. The desire he could sense within her was intoxicating. This one had a darkness within, she held promise.
Head tilting back against the wall she felt overwhelmed with a lust she had never known. It was a sweat agonizingly rich torture that left her breathless, yearning for more. She could feel every inch of her body yearn for some form of release. His hand snaking underneath her panties and fingers gliding along her folds, she moved her hips towards his touch her arms tightening around him as she pulled him closer. Oh my…she felt as if she would lose complete control and at that moment she did not care. All that she wanted was more, "I want you!" she cried out.
His teeth grazed along her skin just above her collarbone, "And…" he urged her to continue his thumb circling her clint as his fingers penetrated her opening.
Marcy cried out, "Jareth…I…" she felt utterly lost in lust, her mind clouded by desire. If he was not holding her up she would have surely fallen to the floor. In the back of her mind she knew that she should be fighting this being, pushing him off of her, and running away but she felt powerless against his touch. She felt herself rising higher and higher feeling as if at any moment she would explode.
He stopped, eliciting a groan from her lips. Though the music within the room was deafening she heard his voice loud and clear, "And!"
She wanted to whimper from his stopping, she needed…needed…"Please!" she found herself begging.
"And?" he urged her again.
"I…I…belong to you!" she finally breathed and as soon as she had said this she regretted doing so. His lips edged into a feral grin just before his lips crushed against hers and his hands and fingers continued to stroke her.
Orgasm raced through her, her cry of passion drowned out by his lips hungrily taking hers. The music and darkness were concealing them both. Panting and her heart still pounding between her legs she had to hold onto him in fears that she would fall to the floor. She could feel every inch of him pressed against her including the bulge within his pants that was threatening to break through. This feeling scared and excited her all at once making her whimper slightly at such feelings.
A dark rich husky chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled down her skirt. Smoothly taking her hands in his, he guided them to his member, a groan escaping his lips as her hands stroked against him.
Panicked at what he wanted her to do, Marcy tried to take her hand away. Fear gripped her as he pulled her hand back sliding them into his pants as his lips edged to her ear, "Don't be so shy my sweet. Its time that you returned my favors."
Marcy was suddenly all too aware of the mass of people dancing around them. Though they were in the dark she couldn't shake the fear that someone could see, not to mention the fact that what he wanted her to do terrified her. He was hard against her preventing her from moving away, his member hard and warmly soft against her touch.
"Please…I can't…I've never…" she pleaded her eyes wide with fear. She had never done such a thing and felt embarrassed and frightful of doing what he was demanding of her.
A feral grin edged the corners of his lips, she was still so innocent, he would have to change that, but oh how fun it would be in the doing so. He would just have to take his time. Not allowing her to free herself from him he spoke hotly into her ear, "No one will see but you and me. I've been generous, do not force me to be cruel."
Afraid of angering him she closed her eyes trying to block out everyone around her as she stroked his throbbing member. Hands gliding over his flesh she heard him moan against her movements. Never having touched a man in such a way, she found herself fascinated by her exploration. She moved slowly at first, gliding and stroking until she felt him buck his hips into her hand and she quickened her movements.
He moaned deeply into her ear as he came in her hands, grabbing her hands away from him as he had finished his orgasm. Using his magic to clean both of them of his juices, he chuckled into her ear, "Very nicely done, for a beginner that is."
Marcy jerked away from him, what had she done? Did she really not have that much control over her own body? Shame quickly flooded her being as she fully realized what she had just done. Damn it, she should never have come here! Jerking free, she pushed away from him running from him as she pushed her way through the crowed, hot tears filling her eyes.
Jareth watched her, allowing her to flee from him. A dark chuckle escaped his lips; this mortal woman was too much! She was very satisfying, trained well she would be a very beneficial addition to his realm. Well, to him that is. Vanishing from the dance floor his mind raced to the countless possibilities and positions he could have with her. Now for bringing her to his kingdom…
Pushing her way through the crowd of bodies Marcy ran out of the door never thinking to find her friends. Ducking into the alley, she wrapped her arms around herself as she slid down against the wall until she was sitting on the cold ground. It was so hard to focus her mind when he came to her, made her feel things, made her do things and she had enjoyed the acts that had been done to her.
Marcy clenched her eyes shut at the realization that she actually hungered for more. With each meeting with the Goblin King things were quickly working towards her loosing the one thing that she had sworn to keep for the man she would spend the rest of her life with. If things continued the way that they were, he would take that from her and she could not live with herself if that happened.
Why did he want her? What did she have to give this Goblin King? She was a nobody, a woman who's head had been in the clouds for way too long. Oh, how quickly one can fall from the clouds! Head falling into her hands she groaned out, "I never wanted this. Please someone help me! I don’t want him to take my virginity!"
Angered, she rose from the ground with gritted teeth, "All I've ever wanted was to fall in love, to find that other half of myself and to be happy. Damn you Jareth, don't do this to me!"
Cans and trash crashing to the ground near her startled her out of her thoughts. As she was about to run for it, suddenly realizing how stupid it was of her to go into an alley in the middle of the night, she was flung to the wall. Rough hands grabbed her by the wrist holding her hands above her head, ranked breath reaching her senses.
"I be happy to take what ya got. I be your other half and shove it in ya!" The drunken man chuckled at his own words feeling all too eager to fulfill his lust.
Marcy struggled against his grasp and tried to bring her knee up into the drunken mans groin but he moved and she only succeeded in hitting his side. A sting to the cheek brought her falling to the ground, the taste of blood on her lips. Trembling she tried to crawl away but his heavy body was on top of hers preventing her from getting away.
Whimpering from underneath her attacker, Marcy tried to push him off of her, "STOP! HEL…!" her head snapped to the side as he struck her once again.
Struggling with his fly, he laughed as he held her down, "None o that! Now lay still bitch!"
The drunken man was suddenly pulled off of her stunned formed his back slamming against the wall as hands gripped his throat. Enraged that someone had dared try to take what was his, Jareth squeezed the man's throat, his eyes narrowing murderously.
He couldn't breath, his neck feeling as if it was being crushed from the strange man's grasp. Legs dangling off the ground, he struggled to free himself. Vision blurring he distantly heard the crackling of bones, a shooting pain growing through his neck. He struggled to groan out his pain but as soon as it had started it was over and he felt no more.
Allowing the disgusting mortal to fall to the ground Jareth turned to his prize, a frown on his lips. This would just not do. Marcy needed a change of scenery and he had just the place in mind.
Chapter 6
Not sure of what was happening, Marcy was relieved that the man that attacked her was pulled off of her. The concrete was cold and her skin burned from being scrapped against its harsh surface. The side of her face throbbed, the bitter taste of blood assaulting her tongue as it touched the side of her mouth.
Weakly she struggled to pull herself up but only succeeded in falling on her back; eyes met with the walls of the building of the alley and the rectangle view of the star filled skies. Distantly she heard the sound of cracking followed by a loud thud making her flinch slightly from the sound. At this point her mind did not want to process what had almost just happened and all she wanted was to be home in bed and this nothing more than a nightmare.
Making himself known Jareth crouched over her, his hand gently stroking the side of her cheek. Marcy flinched but nothing more as she was too tired to do anything else. Assessing the damage done to her he healed the bruise that was starting to form on the side of her face and the small cut at the corner of her mouth.
Marcy could feel her face tingle, knowing that her wounds were healed. The attack replayed within her mind and seeing her tormentor of the past day she pulled away, blue eyes as wide as they were able to open.
Jareth's brows rose at her reaction and a sigh escaped his lips, "Do you really think that I will harm you Marcy, especially after having rescued you and healed your wounds?"
She could not answer, not understanding this being before her. One moment he is sexually manipulating her, forcing her to do and feel things without her consent and now…now he was actually trying to help her. 'Probably not without a price' she thought coldly, 'I don't trust him!'
A grin edged the corners of his lips, "Yes, well, you shouldn't."
Marcy could have sworn that her heart just stopped, as she realized that he had read her thoughts, "I…how?"
Jareth studied her form, his fingers resting against his thin sensual lips, "You look tired my dear."
She was about to stand and flee from this Fae before her but his hands passed over her eyes and she slumped as her body quickly fell asleep. Crystal forming in hand Jareth allowed it to drift to her unconscious form and watched as she disappeared from the alleyway. Standing he boredly tugged at the sleeve of his gloves before disappearing from the alleyway, returning to his realm.
Nancy pushed her way out of the club, as she had not found Marcy anywhere within. Her and Jennifer had both been looking for her and had no success in locating her. Knowing that Marcy had been this way she continued following her senses as they lead her to an alley.
Brows furrowed, she could sense that a great power had been here and so had Marcy. Biting her lower lip she knew that Jareth had taken her. A cold chill swept up her spin and as she turned, the faint light from the star lit sky bringing something into view. Shakily edging forwards her heart leapt within her throat and she cried out in horror. There before her lay a limp broken body of a man his blood seeping into the alleyway, flowing slowly towards her feet.
Her whole body felt light, as if she were floating within the air almost flying. There was nothing but darkness surrounding her but that darkness was comforting making her feel safe. Someone was within her dreams but his presence did not feel like an intrusion but welcomed. Arms wrapped around her waist as lips lightly touched her cheek.
His voice was masculine and soothing as his softly spoke into her ear, "Marcy, you need to wake up soon."
Leaning back into his strong arms she felt fear run down her spine, "Please, can’t I just stay here? I’m afraid!"
His grasp around her waist tightened slightly, "Be strong child and trust in me."
She wanted to turn within his arms, to look upon his face but she had not the strength and she could feel herself fading from this place, this sense of peace and coming home. Marcy whimpered, as she could no longer feel his arms holding her to his chest, a faint light growing within the darkness.
Eyes closed she could feel herself lying down on a bed of silk, soft and cool against her skin. Fear gripped her as she remembered being attacked, Jareth coming to her rescue and then forcing her to sleep. Instinctually she knew that she was no longer within her own world, that he had brought her to his, and this was most probably his bed.
At this last thought her eyes snapped opened and she sat bolt upright in bed, quickly pulling the sheets up over her as she realized that she was not wearing any clothes. Her eyes were met with a softly lit room, the sheets of the darkest red almost black silk. Beyond the bed sat a roaring fire with a couch and chair sitting before it. Eyes quickly scanned the room looking over the large size of it and taking quick notice of the dark wood canopy of the bed, a large hope chest. Then the paintings of the Goblin King and his kingdom as well as the large window with flowing curtains matching the color of the bed sheets. About to rise from the bed and take the sheets with her as she was without clothing Marcy froze as a hauntingly familiar voice met her ears.
"Finally awake I see. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake." Jareth said smoothly as he approached his bed.
Not really wanting to, Marcy turned to face her stalker and kidnapper, her words caught in her throat as he made his way towards her. Jareth was wearing a white poet’s shirt opened as it dangled loosely out from his black form fitting pants showing his bare muscled chest.
He was the seducer and she was the one in which he wished to seduce. His mismatched eyes racked over her as if the sheet that Marcy desperately clung to her naked body did nothing to conceal her. It was as if he could see right through the material and this made her even more nervous and frightened than she already was.
"Where am I and where are my clothes?" she asked her body trembling as he stopped at the edge of the bed.
Slowly Jareth placed his knee onto the side of the bed his hands and then his other knee following as he, like a panther, crawled towards her trembling form, "What I have planed for us my sweet requires none."
Marcy backed away from him until her head and back hit the headboard, "Please, I…" God, she felt helpless and vulnerable as she was unable to utter a coherent sentence from her lips!
His hand, which she noticed was ungloved, traced her trembling lips as the side of his mouth edged into a sensual grin, "Shhh, no words…"
A gasp left her lips as his lightly touched hers in a butterfly kiss, his breath was warm against her lips moving slowly over the fair skin of her jaw line down to her lovely neck. Marcy trembled from the gentleness in which he proceeded to kiss her making her heart race and her breathing labored.
Frightened by the sensations his actions aroused Marcy pull the sheets tighter to her chest as she tried to shyly pull away from his addictive caresses. She was relieved when he pulled away slightly but her relief was short lived at the dark look within his eyes, telling her that he would have her whether she wanted him or not.
"Marcy why are you so afraid of what I have to offer you? You want it I know you do, your body practically cries out for it every time I come near you, touch you…" he demonstrated his words by tracing her neck downward to her collarbone with this fingers causing her to quake from his soft touch.
Her blue eyes closed from the intensity in which her body was inflamed by desire, her mind trying desperately to find a way to save her virtue. Lips pressed securely together Marcy tried desperately to clear her mind, to find her inner-strength. She was stronger than this. He was taking advantage of her venerability, her inexperience at such encounters. Anger started to replace her desire as her eye’s shot opened and glared at the Goblin King.
"Stop this! I’m not a whore!" finally managing to push herself away she took the sheets with her as she stood from the bed but stopped as the sheets would go no further. Marcy glared at the Goblin King as he kept her from going any further, his body lying on the rest of the sheets. She gasped out in surprise as he took her wrist firmly yet gently in his hand.
Pulling her towards him he sat on his knees so that his body could press against hers, "I never thought of you as such my sweet. You called me remember."
"It wasn’t on purpose, it wasn’t supposed to work. You were not supposed to be real…" she silently spoke the last part as she felt his body pressing into hers, his lips softly caressing the side of her neck. Her legs felt as if they would crumble beneath her when he did that.
"Oh I’m real! What is it really that is stopping you from giving in to me Marcy? Are you afraid of this, of what I’m making you feel?" Jareth breathed against her skin as he continued to manipulate her flesh, tasting the sweet intoxicating skin of her neck. He smiled against her skin as he felt her waver from his caresses.
By God, she felt as if she would literally melt at the sensations he brought about within her! Her skins felt on fire, tingling, and awake as she could feel every touch, every caress. His hand on her wrist was lightening its grasp as it started to move up the side of her arm. Her mind felt clouded from his actions as she struggled to answer his questions, her body was raked with desire but also fear. He had asked her if she was afraid and that she was, "Yes, I…"
Jareth pulled her to him his lips silencing her words as he lowered her onto his bed. She was his from the moment that she had sat in front of that Ouija Board and she was now powerless to resist him. She was so innocent and he wanted to take that innocence, that pureness so that he could possess her completely. Unlike other women in his past this one was a special case.
Panic gripped her as she felt the sheets sliding from her naked skin causing her to struggle against his hold of her. She quickly found her arms pressed down above her head on both sides as Jareth continued to kiss her his tongue probing her mouth, manipulating her tongue.
Heart pounding she was afraid, where was he? He was supposed to protect her…Breathing heavy her eyes were wide in fright as Jareth pulled away, his eyes hungrily taking in her naked form. Marcy looked away from that gaze as shame filled her being, she had never been comfortable with her body and having herself naked before him was frightening.
His eyes raked over her smooth creamy breasts downward to her smooth flat stomach, the curves of her hips, the lovely shape of her thighs, her legs, "Beautiful," he huskily whispered.
Seeing her look away he leaned forward, gently touching her cheek and making her look at him, "Look at me, you are a lovely woman Marcy, do not feel ashamed of your body, of this."
But she did, she did not love this Fae before her. How could she give herself to someone that she did not love? Yes her body craved for this but she knew this to be wrong. She wanted to break free, to pull the sheets up over her and cover her nakedness from his hungry gaze. He had no right to do this!
Marcy’s body jerked as a loud pounding was heard on the door to his bedchambers, the hungry gaze of her body turning into anger at the interruption. The pounding loudly continued and Jareth closed his eyes a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Grinning to her, Jareth gently kissed her sweet lips pulling the sheet back over her, "Please excuse me my sweet. I shall not be gone for long, that I promise."
She watched with relief as Jareth pulled away, the bed shifting from his weight rising off of the bed. Who ever was at the door she sent a mental thanks for and prayed that Jareth would not be back too soon. Seeing Jareth disappear, ‘Does he ever use a door?’ Marcy quickly gathered the sheets around her body and rose from the bed.
Quickly her eyes scanned the room, seeing a door she quickly ran to the door hands jiggling with the handle but it would not turn, "Damn!" Head defeatedly thumping onto the door she leaned against the door, ‘I’m doomed!’
Chapter 7
Dark blue eyes narrowed at the image within the mirror before him, he had to act soon if he wanted to save her from his brothers clutches and act soon he did. He had only wait for when his distraction would draw his brother away from her. Relief flooding his being as Jareth left his chambers to deal with his distraction Erwin summoned his power.
Head leaning against the door Marcy felt helpless and alone, what was she to do? Eyes widening she pulled back from the door as a sensation like tiny fingers dancing over her skin overwhelmed her senses. What was happening?
The room soon began to shift before her and then as soon as it had started it was over. Blinking in confusion she looked with perplexity at her new surroundings not knowing where she was but feeling as if she knew this place. Hand coming to her chest her eyes looked down at herself as she noticed that she was fully clothed.
Lightly she traced her fingers over the soft blue material of the bodice and full skirts. She could feel that her hair was up fashioned away from her face and neck. What…
"Marcy," his voice called to her gently.
Heart pounding, her eyes remained glued to the floor as she felt a wave of nervous anticipation rise within. That voice, she knew that voice…Black boots came into view along with form fitting gray pants, in a fashion similar to the Goblin King but she knew that he was not Jareth. Fear consumed her, dare she look up, dare her hopes be shattered and she would be facing Jareth.
He watched her closely, she seemed afraid of him, of who she might discover that he would be. Needing to see her eyes and wanting her to finally actually see him he gently lifted her chin with his ungloved fingers, "Do not fear me. I wish no harm to you."
Trembling now, his skin was warm and she felt an almost electric feel from his touch. Slowly her eyes looked up and locked with eyes of the most beautiful blue she had ever seen. A wave a familiarity swept through her being as memories flashed before her mind. Nights of crying herself to sleep, his comforting touch as he held her with invisible arms lending comfort and sweat whispers of soothing caring words caressing against her mind.
Eyes filling with tears Marcy moved her hand up to caress his cheek, "I…I know you!" Though she knew him she had never known his name. She could remember her mentally pleading for him to reveal himself to her, to give her his name but he never did, until now.
A smile edged the corners of his full lips as he gently held her face within his hands brushing away the tears that fell softly with his thumbs. Erwin so much wanted to draw her nearer, to kiss her fully on the lips and hold her close, to erase any trace of Jareth's touch on her soft lovely skin but he held back. He would take his time with her, now that she was within his kingdom Jareth could not touch her.
He would treat her like his queen, 'Oh, if only she would be mine! Not now, I will do this appropriately and treat her like a woman should be treated. I love you so much Marcy but I can not have you if you do not love me. I will not be my brother and do that to you.' "Erwin," he whispered knowing her questioning gaze as she had begged him on so many nights to reveal himself to her.
"Erwin," she repeated, testing the sound of it from her own lips. The events of the past few days had come crashing down around her and fear gripped her being as she remembered that Jareth was after her. Marcy felt suddenly sick and cold inside as the day's events replayed within her mind of what he had done to her.
He could sense her fear and immediately pulled her to him holding her within his arms. Kissing the top of her head he ran his hands over her back in soothing motions as he felt her tears seep through his silken blue shirt. She was trembling within his arms and Erwin inwardly cursed his brother.
Pulling away from his embrace Marcy cautiously backed up from him her eyes still brimming with tears. "So many nights you came to me, held me," her eyes were searching his as if in search for the answers that suddenly swelled within, "Why? What is your intent with me? Why bring me here and just exactly who are you? I…you…you promised to protect me from him and yet you allowed him to do…to…" she could not finish and turned away from him shame starting to well up within. It was not only the fact of what Jareth had done to her, with her, but the fact that her body actually enjoyed it, hungered for more. He had made her feel lust and it sickened her that he could have easily taken her virginity, and almost did if not for that distraction…
Turning towards Erwin as he watched her closely, looking as if he ached to take her in his arms, she continued anger beginning to rise, "Is this some kind of sick sadistic joke that you and Jareth have conspired? Am I some kind of toy? How could you? How could you come to me on so many a night and never reveal yourself, never let me know that I was not losing my mind, never stop me from calling his name?"
He watched her as her body shook with fear to sorrow and then to anger allowing her to let out her frustrations and feelings that he knew she had kept bottled up for so long. Jareth had destroyed her trust in others and he knew that it would take a little time for her to rebuild the ability to trust. Erwin moved forward stopping as he saw her step back from his approach.
Closing his eyes he tried to explain to her why he could do nothing, "Marcy, I had no idea that you would summon him and when you did I was powerless to stop him. Jareth has the ability to physically cross worlds where I can only cross into dreams or soul walk into your world. When he brought you here that was the only way that I could rescue you from him. As for why I came to you in those times of need… Your soul called out to mine and when I saw you, looked into your aura, what I saw captured my heart and I wanted nothing more than to ease your pain. Ever since I had first laid eyes on you I have searched for some way to be able to bring you to my world, so that you could see that you were not crazy, to show you what you yearned to see."
With each word he spoke she could see him inching closer stopping when she would tense and then begin to move forward once again as he saw her relax slightly. His voice was soothing to her, comforting, mesmerizing, and familiar. Deep within her heart she wanted to believe him, knew that she should, but could she?
Marcy did not resist as he took her hand bringing it up to his lips, her body pulsing with heat with each movement that he made. When she felt his warm lips press gently to her hand she gasped out slightly at the sensation that shot through her arm, her heart pounding wildly.
She knew that her mouth was hanging partially open but she had never felt these sensations before. Not even Jareth had made her feel this way. So caught off guard by the sensation she did not notice when his face started to lower towards hers.
He was totally caught off by the sensation that shot through him when he kissed her hand her response drawing him near her. He could not hold back his own desire, as he felt drugged by her touch, her proximity. All forms of reason escaped him as his lips pressed against hers, making his blood burn for her.
At first she was startled but melted against him as his lips continued to caress against hers in a gentle and loving embrace. Her world was spinning, floating, a feeling of wholeness flooding her. Marcy desired this, had since he had first held her in his arms so long ago when he had first started to come to her in the middle of the night. She nearly cried out in protest as he suddenly pulled away.
This was wrong, he should not being doing this, not like this, "Please forgive me." Instead he took her hand and kissed it once again, "Allow me to show you to your rooms so that you may rest for the night. Do not worry about Jareth, he can not touch you here."
Anger washed over him at the disturbance, disappearing from his bedchambers and reappearing outside of his door he watched with raised brow as a midsize goblin proceeded to pound on his bedchamber door. Crossing his arms he cleared his throat, "And just what do you think you are doing?"
The goblin stiffened knowing that when his majesty used that tone of voice it was not a good thing. Tugging at the suddenly tight collar of his shirt he turned towards his king throwing himself to his majesty’s feet, "Majesty…I…"
Annoyed Jareth nudged the creature before him with his booted foot, "Well?"
"Someone’s at the gates…ssss…sire! They been callin for ya and destroyin the gates!" the goblin answered shivering from fear for what punishment his king would bestow upon him.
Crouching down so that he was face level with the stupid creature, his arm draped over his own knee, "Let me get this straight. You defy my orders to not disturb me when I’m within my bedchambers because some lout is having a fit at the front gates!"
The goblin nodded desperately wanting to be away and go back to his duties. Why they made him messenger he would never know?
Not caring to bother with the goblin before him he made it disappear and sent it straight to the bog, "Can never have any good help these days." Boredly he turned his wrist, a crystal appearing within his hand, Jareth mismatched eyes gazed within and a thin angry line formed upon his lips. As he gazed at the scene he watched as an apparition disappeared from the gates and all looked intact. An illusion, someone had set up an illusion but why…
Realization dawning he shifted scenes within his crystal to show the inside of his bedchambers and his new guest. The crystal shattered within his grasp, crumbling to powdered dust. Marcy was gone and he had a hunch as to whom was responsible.
Chapter 8
Lying on the soft mattress of the bed Marcy’s hands played with the soft material of the silken sheets. Though she was tired, the impression of Erwin’s kiss still tingling on her lips kept her awake, as she blankly stared into the darkness of her room. The faint light of the stars and full moon barely lit the room as it shown through the tall glass balcony doors of the bedroom that lied at the far corner in front of her bed. Turning on her side she tried to close her eyes and allow sleep to claim her but she could not get his kiss out of her mind.
Frustrated with herself Marcy propped herself up and sat within the bed, her arms supporting her from behind. Seeing the window of the balcony she decided that some fresh air might do her good and slid from the bed, her bare feet met with the soft fluffy carpet. Reaching the doors she slowly opened them and was met instantly with the fresh scent of flowers and mist and stepped out onto the balcony.
Her heart raced at the beauty of this place as she gazed out at the star lit grounds and wondered how such a place could exist. In the moon light the garden grounds looked breath taking and alluring and she ached to go and walk amongst its beauty. Instead she leaned against the cool railing of her balcony, taking in a deep breath she looked up into the velvety darkness of the skies as it was painted with sparkling diamonds of light and the moon looked as if a giant beautiful crystal. Never had she gazed on a night as beautiful as this.
The cool breeze swept against her pushing back her shoulder length dark brown hair, her blue eyes closing against the gentle caress of wind. Her white nightgown tossed about her, the rays of the moonlight making her look as if she were glowing. Taking another deep breath Marcy pulled herself away from the wonderful view and headed back into her room closing the balcony doors behind her. She needed sleep and was excited about what tomorrow would bring within this new and wondrous place. Her thoughts were still focused on Erwin and his kiss and as she slid underneath the silken sheets she grinned hoping that tomorrow would bring more such encounters.
He watched her as she stood there on the balcony, looking as if an angel as the soft moonlight caressed against her milky skin and white nightgown. She was here within his castle, within his world. Finally after all of the nights of wanting, craving her physical presence within his world, and she was here. Her being within his world was due to the fact of his brother, and no matter how much he wished not to be thankful to his cruel brother he knew that she would not have been able to come here if it wasn’t for Jareth.
Turning away from his view of her he made his way back into the castle with jaws clenched. It angered him to have to be at all thankful to his brother after all that he had done to Marcy. She did not deserve what Jareth did to her hell no woman did. If he had not been able to intervene when he did…
Erwin’s eyes closed as he shook his head not wanting to think of what might have been, Marcy was here safe within his castle and his kingdom. As long as she was here within his kingdom she would be safe from Jareth’s clutches. He just hoped that his brother would just forget about her and turn his interest elsewhere, though he felt pity for any woman Jareth might take a fancy to.
Opening his eyes again he looked to his reflection within the mirror that hung before him and sighed. His brother was not one to take what he had done lightly and knew that it would not take long for Jareth to realize just who had taken his prize away from him. Not wanting to think of Jareth anymore, Erwin made his way to his bedchambers knowing that after a full night’s rest he would be more able to come up with a solution in the morning.
Jareth’s grip of his crystal tightened as he watched with cold mismatched eyes the image within, Marcy was indeed within his brother’s kingdom. Watching his brother within the crystal he could see that he was in love with her and it angered him beyond measure that Erwin had dared to take what was his. Love or not, Erwin had stepped over the line and needed to be dealt with.
Allowing the crystal to fade Jareth lounged back within his throne in thought, ‘So, dear brother, you think to take what is mine. I have news for you; I do not take such actions against me lightly and just because you’re in your kingdom does not protect you from me. There are ways around our world’s laws and I am just cunning enough to know them.’
Lips edging into a cruel and vindictive grin he rose from his throne disappearing as he tugged on his dark glove. A cold wind blew through the now empty throne room just after its king had left as if in proclamation of what was to come.
Morning had come, its warm rays shinning in through the balcony doors and gently caressing against her closed lids. The intrusion of light made her stir and wakefulness crept its way into her tugging at her to wake from sweet dreams of flowers and of moonlit gardens. Hands coming up to wipe at the sleepiness of her eyes Marcy turned to her side burying her face within the softness of her pillow. Hands proceeded to glide against the silken sheet beneath her and tucked up underneath the pillow that she lay on as she fought against the need to open her eyes.
Finally after a moment more of trying to resist the urge, her eyes blinked open blearily taking in the bed she lay on. Blue eyes focussing, she took note of the white pillow and silver sheets of the bed and proceeded to pull herself up. Though she had seen the room before she had retired to the bed Marcy could not help but to look in awe at what surrounded her.
The room was enormous, larger than any she had ever dreamed of having. A dainty mahogany wooden chest sat at the foot of the bed, carvings of symbols and designs edged into its surface. To the side of the bed a small distance away sat a vanity and chair of silver with brush and other accessories sitting neatly on top.
Sitting up from where she lay she slid to the beds edge, her eyes wide in wonder, as she took in the room of silver and white. It was lovely, breathe taking in its simplicity and beauty. Running her hand through her hair she rose from the bed and made her way towards a door that stood slightly ajar. Pressing her hand against the wooden door she peeked inside taking in the bathroom, a wide grin spreading about her face.
She could definitely get use to this! The bathroom was enormous, with all the conveniences of home and then some. Making her way within she looked to the large sunken in bathtub and turned the knobs allowing the warm water to flow and fill. God, she needed a long hot bath!
Erwin had been up for hours pacing about his bedchambers in his form fitting black pants and an open silken creamy white long sleeve shirt. Barefoot his hands nervously played with a crystal, as he felt nervous about seeing Marcy. Wanting to look in on her to check if she was all right he brought up the crystal but then dropped his hand down. What if she were changing or taking a bath? It was too early and he did not want to intrude on her privacy. A knock at the door made him start.
Rolling his eyes at his jumpiness he called with annoyance, "Enter."
A small figure of a woman entered the room, her blond hair pulled back and up into a small bun. Red eyes looked softly to her king as she curtsied to his majesty, "Your highness."
Turning he had almost forgotten that he had called for Villa and sighed at himself. He was a nervous wreck and it was all do to the beautiful woman that was staying within a guestroom at the end of the hall from his room. A woman that had so long ago captured his heart, who he had craved for to come and actually be with him to share his world with him, and now that she was here he was a nervous wreck in fears that she would not return his feelings.
Villa could not hold back the smile that crept its way up to her lips and waited patiently for her king to acknowledge her presence. This woman that he had brought had definitely captured the king’s heart and she was curious to meet such a woman. She must be something to have captured his heart so and she was happy that her king had finally found someone to love.
Seeing that he had yet to acknowledge her presence she gently cleared her voice causing him to break from his reverie.
Mentally berating himself for making Villa wait as he so obviously was daydreaming about Marcy again he cleared his own throat, "Villa, I would like you to personally see to Lady Marcy and make sure that she is comfortable here. I hope that this won’t interfere with your other obligations."
Her small pink lips smiled warmly to her king, he was always so polite to all of his subjects, one of the reasons why all loved him so. "Majesty do not worry, I will take care of Lady Marcy and make her stay here as comfortable and enjoyable as possible. Do you wish for me to have a small breakfast prepared so that you and she may have breakfast together?"
Erwin smiled to the small elf, "Villa you are a life saver. I do not know what I would do without your services."
Curtseying to her king she slowly backed out of his chambers, "It is always a pleasure to serve your highness."
Watching her leave he looked down to himself and ran his hands through his semi-long dark hair. He had better get himself presentable and get a hold of himself before he met with Marcy. How could one woman hold so much power over him? Shaking his head at himself he grinned knowing that he did not mind at all and would willingly give her all and anything that he had to give. She had yet to know how much he loved her and he had every intention on showing her.
After a long hot bath Marcy felt refreshed. Still wrapped in the long silver silken robe she sat in front of the vanity and ran the brush through her damp hair. Last night’s kiss coming back to memory she smiled at her reflection. Enjoying the feel of the brush against her scalp her eyes closed and she leaned back into the chair, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
Brows furrowing she sensed something odd and opened her eyes. Frozen in her chair with fear she looked shakily at the mirror not seeing her reflection but the image of the very Fae that had haunted her.
Jareth grinned at the stunned expression about Marcy’s face, lifting an eyebrow he spoke to her, his voice deep and purring, "You look lovely this morning my sweet. I do hope that my brother is treating you well."
She felt bile rise in her throat at his intrusion and her heart sink slightly at what Jareth had said. Erwin was Jareth’s brother? Her brush fell from numb fingers, clanking loudly to the floor causing her to flinch slightly.
A deep chuckled escaped Jareth’s lips, "Speechless I see. Don’t get too comfortable my dear, you belong to me and I will not rest until I have you. Tell my brother to enjoy you while he can for I will have you back."
His lips edged into a dangerous grin, "Oh, and tell him that no one defies me, least of all him."
She felt sick inside, the secure feeling of safety leaving her as quickly as it had been reestablished within herself. Protectively she pulled her legs up into the chair wrapping her arms around her knees and bringing them to her chest.
Villa entered with a smile on her face but that smile quickly faded as she saw Lady Marcy’s state. The woman was trembling with knees drawn up to her chest and her face buried into her knees. Quickly she came to her side, "Milady? What is the matter? Are you ill?"
Marcy jumped slightly and looked with teary eyes to the woman beside her. She was a petite woman with blond hair pulled up into a bun revealing pointed ears and her red eyes. She heard her questions but could not bring herself to speak or answer. Her body felt cold and numb. Why would he not leave her alone?
Concerned that she did not answer, Villa gently lay her hand on hers and smiled, "Do you wish me to fetch his majesty Erwin?"
She could only nod in answer and watched detachedly as the elfin woman left her side and exited the room. In moments Erwin appeared by her side his eyes full of concern.
She had appeared well when he had last seen her but now she looked pale and terrified, "Marcy, what is wrong?"
"J…Jareth," she stuttered, "he…he was here in the mirror." The tears that she had been holding back burst forth, shaken with the intensity of those tears.
Erwin gently pulled her from her chair and carried her to her bed. Still holding her in his arms he pushed back her damp hair and rocked her within his arms.
She felt safe within Erwin’s arms but Jareth’s words still fresh within her mind kept her from believing that false sense of safety. Even though Erwin had promised that Jareth could not harm or touch her here, she knew deep inside that Jareth would make good on his promise.
Seeing that she was still trembling within his arms he needed to know what had happened, "What happened? What did he do?"
"He…said that he wouldn’t rest until he had me, th…that I belonged to him and that no one defies him." Pulling away slightly she looked to him with question, "He said that you were his brother. Is this true?"
Blue eyes never leaving hers he answered truthfully, "Yes, unfortunately it is. I had wished to tell you under different circumstances but it is the truth." His hand cupping her face he searched her eyes with his, "Marcy, I will not allow him to make good on his promise. You belong to no one but yourself. Never forget that! He only has power over you if you allow him too."
Pulling herself back into his warm embrace she wrapped her arms around him tightly, "I love you."
His heart soured at her words and he fought the tears of joy that threaten to escape from his own eyes. Kissing her gently on the top of her head he mumbled against her damp hair, "And I love you."
Holding onto him she couldn’t believe what she had just admitted and that he had admitted it too. How could she be in love with someone she hardly knew? But was that true? Deep within her heart she felt as if she had always known him, loved him. These feelings were so confusing and new to her.
Villa watched the scene with held breath an ache within her heart. King Jareth was no one to trifle with and even though he was King Erwin’s brother she knew that Jareth would be merciless. No one defied the Goblin King without living to regret it, that is if they lived after he was done with them. Backing out of the room she knew that she needed to leave them to be alone together in private. She feared for her King and his love as well as for the kingdom. The future did not look bright.
To Be Continued…