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Sacrifices	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 9590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Something was tapping her on the face. "Sarah..Sarah..are you alright?"
She blinked, opening her eyes. Danny was leaning over her with a concerned look on his face.
"What happened?" She said as she sat up slowly.
"I was just about to ask you that. I heard a scream and a thud, came back to find you laying on the floor out cold." He helped her to her feet.
"Oh I.." Then she remembered. She turned to look at the body on the table. The plastic bag still open to reveal the skull and hair. She felt sick. "Could you close that? I thought I saw something, but..if he knows I was in here looking at the body without his supervision he'll kick me off this team."
"Sure." Danny went and closed the bag. "You need help getting back to your hotel?"
She shook her head. "No I'm okay. Just the heat. Once I take a cool shower, maybe eat, I'll feel better." She went and grabbed her tools and other possessions from her work area and plodded through the work site to where her rental was parked. Danny trailing her all the way.
He knocked on the window before she left and she rolled it down. "Sarah, would you like have dinner Friday?"
"Yes, that would be nice."Sarah answered without really paying attention.
"Good." He replied. He bent into the car and kissed her on the lips. "I really like you Sarah."
The kiss took her by surprise. She didn't know what to say so she answered politely. "I like you too..um..I need to go."
As she drove the miles to the small town the inn she was staying in was, she thought over what had happened. "It had to be a hallucination. No other explanation. Shock. Yes, Shock. Just the weirdness of those words on that dagger. Made me think of things..made me remember stuff I shouldn't be thinking about again. Shit. I'm such an idiot." She laughed at herself.
She got to the inn and as soon as she got into her small room she stripped off her soiled clothing and showered, feeling much better. She threw on some clean clothes and went down stairs and ordered a sandwich, then took it up to her room.
She opened her computer and started researching the saying online trying to find some trace of it. The more she looked the more frustrated she got. There was nothing.
"You won't find me in your box, Sarah." This time she wasn't so startled. She pivoted in her chair and took in her old adversary.
He sat on her bed leaning casually against the headboard, watching her.
"For a while I thought you were very real, but then I started doubting it. I thought maybe you were just a dream or a hallucination." She said.
He tsked her. "After all these years, that is all you have to say? Rather anticlimactic. Also, are you well? You took quite a spill back there. I was concerned, but could not stay."
"I'm fine." She said tersely.
He stood and walked closer, leaning his hip on her desk. "I believe you have a question you would like to ask."
She swallowed hard. He was still so beautiful. Her knees were shaking. She was sure he could hear them banging together. "Was that..I mean that body..is that..you?"
He smiled. "Ah yes. That poor bugger. You know, you humans have a terrible habit of digging up graves and displaying the bones of the honored dead for all to see. Such a pity. You should have left it where it was. In fact, you should have left them all where they were. Sometimes humans meddle in things they have no business meddling in. Could get you all in trouble one of these days."
"You didn't answer my question." Sarah answered.
"It was..once. In another time and place." Jareth said truthfully.
"So..you're what, a ghost? and angel? a demon? What are you?" Sarah's curiosity was overcoming her apprehension.
He laughed. "None of those." He took her hand and placed it on his chest. "Do I feel like a ghost?"
She shook her head, biting her lip at the feel of his warm flesh under her hand. His heart beating steadily.
He got closer, his lips at her ear. "Would you compare me to anything close to an angel, precious?" His lips touched her lobe as his breath warmed her skin. She shivered.
"No." Was all she could say.
He moved back. "How astute of you." He dropped her hand and went and sat back on the bed. Crossing his legs and leaning his chin on one hand.
"Not a demon either. I will tell you the story, if you like. Of my people."
The part of her that had caused her to become an archaeologist cheered with glee. The part that took in the sad tone of The Goblin King's words, was intrigued at his melancholy expression.
"We were a proud people. We ruled here, this land now called Eire. Then it had another name, one you would not know of. Your race they were young. Hearty. We were fascinated. Though you did not possess magic as we did, the prolific pace in which humans bred was quite intriguing. We allowed humans to settle in our lands, for a price. They were skilled farmers and hunters, and seemed happy to let themselves be ruled over by us. Benevolently of course, for the most part."
He stopped to shift his position.
"Humans supplied much in the way of necessities, food, clothing, metal goods, it was mutually beneficial. My race protected yours here. The humans living upon our lands were safe, able to live in peace, unmolested by outsiders."
Jareth stood again, suddenly restless. "Do you have any wine? My throat is rather dry." He looked around.
Sarah went to the small refrigerator that contained alcohol and snacks, and grabbed a couple of small bottles.
She poured them into a glass and handed it to him.
"Thank you." He said. He drank deeply. "Not bad for aboveground wine."
Once his thirst was somewhat sated he continued. "The humans got greedy. They wanted power. Yes, a few of our leaders were not what you would call kind, but none were as cruel as humans have proven to be, the only one that was was put down. It started out small, a few bands of humans roaming around, looking for one of us to eliminate. Then it grew. Grew until it was a bloody, horrible war. There were not so many of us as them, as we do not procreate easily and never have."
Jareth's eyes briefly filled with sorrow at the memories but he recovered quickly and took another sip of wine.
"By then there were hundreds of thousands of humans in these lands, and they outnumbered us 20 to 1. As we fought to stay alive, our mages, kings and queens worked tirelessly for a solution. We were certainly long lived and hard to kill, but humans are creative in that way. Still are from what I have seen."
"Eventually, there was but one choice. We had to leave. We knew wherever we went in the human world, the same thing would keep happening, so we found a way to create one of our own. The underground."
"Oh my God." Sarah said, amazed by his tale.
"Yes well, your God was not of any help to us either, if he existed then." He smirked at her. "So we left. However, to leave, it required a sacrifice. That of our physical bodies in the world. To cross over to the underground, we had to die here. So we did. We were given new bodies. Immortal bodies. Made of magic, earth, water, fire, wind, spirit and stardust. We are very much alive just different than we were before."
"How did you become buried? If none of you were left..." Sarah began.
"I was getting to that. So impatient still, my dearest. Some stayed behind. Those who were too afraid, a few offered to stay and die at the hands of humans, so that The Kin would get a proper burial and rites. Some did survive the purge. Hiding themselves among the humans. Marrying, having children." He waved his hand nonchalantly.
"We needed to stay connected to this realm somehow, so I volunteered. I created the Labyrinth. Humans, foolish as they were discovered a way to get in at first..the magic turned them into goblins and other various creatures to protect us. Over time I found a way to temper the Labyrinth's magic and close most of the doorways between except my own personal path, and one other."
He got up and paced the room, hands clasped behind his back.
"As only a few thousand of us survived to cross, we needed to breed. It is difficult as I said. Rare for us to procreate naturally."
He paused and picked up the glass for another drink, finishing the wine.
"Myself and another magician worked for many years to create the magic that will turn a human to one of us. Hence the wishing away. The children of man come to us on the power of the wish, and are changed. We depend on the new blood to keep us healthy, if not really thriving. The changed human children, when they are adults, and The Kin have a little easier time procreating as well. We have increased our population. Only by several thousand, but it is something I suppose."
He sat the glass down and focused on her. "You, my dear girl, are the only human who ever won the child back. So of course you are the most fascinating human of all." He grinned at her, his teeth glinting in the lamplight.
"How are you able to come to me now? After all these years?" Sarah asked, enraptured by him once again.
"I felt your presence when you touched my bones. Though we are separated from those bodies we once occupied. Some small connection remains between myself and my former self, you might say. Touching my former body, saying my name, you gave me a door. The small amount of magic you were granted at your defeating my maze activated it. How could I not open it when on the other side was you?"
Sarah stood up from her chair, nervous. "I thought I'd killed you."
He laughed again, louder this time. His eyes dancing with delight. "Kill me? I am wounded you think so little of my skills." He clutched his chest and leaned back on the bed, feigning pain. "Oh you caused a fair amount of damage to my kingdom, but nothing I couldn't set to rights."
She glared at him and he got up from the bed and came to stand in front of her. With a gloved finger he traced her cheek.
"Such cruel eyes. I have missed them. Never before have I seen such eyes as yours, dear Sarah. So defiant. Such persistence. You sacrificed everything for the love of a child. I admire that about you. I could have given you any dream you desired. Even the one you dreamt of in your challenge."
"To dance at a masquerade with a king?" She asked, her brow wrinkling.
"That was not what you dreamt of. That is just how it presented itself, as you were too young to truly understand what you really wanted." He smirked knowingly.
Sarah's cheeks flushed. That she knew. Later on, when the *other* dreams starting happening, she had figured that out. Her desire for the handsome king was not something she had understood at the time, so her mind created a more innocent version of it.
He stopped and tilted his head, listening to something she could not hear. "I must go my love. Now that we can speak, I do hope we will do so often. I enjoy talking to you." He went to leave but stopped. and looked back at her. "Be careful of that boy. My senses tell me he is not what he seems to be." Then he was gone.
Sarah paced around her room for a while after Jareth had disappeared. Mulling over everything he had told her. It was a sad story, but also fantastic. She opened her computer and started typing it all out. If not for any other reason she did not want to forget it.
It was very late when she finally got tired enough to crawl into to bed, and was asleep before she hit the pillow.
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