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Just A Dance	By : ArkaadV Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the movie Labyrinth(such a pity) and I'm not making any money from this.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the movie Labyrinth(such a pity) and I'm not making any money from this.

A/N: In this chapter the sections that are italicized denote dream/memory. Also, I’d like to say Thank you to my reviewers and an especially big Thank You to BronxWench for being a sounding board for my ideas.

She watched as the light faded from the sky with the setting of the sun and the shadows of the forest grew long and deep. Soon the moonlight would dance like jewels on the water, a sight she had witnessed many times in her twenty summers. At twenty years of age she was the eldest of the group of young women with the youngest being just over sixteen. Her age was just another reason that kept her separated from the others but not by her choice. She rubbed her arms as the cool air of the spring evening populated her skin with gooseflesh and sent a small shiver up her spine while she waited for the sound of the Fae horn that would signal the beginning of The Wild Hunt. The fact of her being here, of being selected to run as prey was a miracle to her. Who would have thought that a bastard child that had been outcast and basically abandoned by the village of her birth would have to save that same village. She was nervous for it to start but tried to fight her urge to fidget. Unlike the others she had determined to do her best to avoid the Fae hunters and hoped that should she be captured that he wouldn’t be of those that were brutal. The memory of laughing light blue eyes filled her mind for a moment. They were so blue….
There! In the distance the keening cry of the huntsman’s horn!
She heard the excited giggles along with the sharp inhales from some of the other young women that had gathered at the edge of the small lake.
As another blast sounded through the woods, over hills and across the pristine body of fresh water the prey took flight like doves. The white silk of the shifts they wore contrasting wildly with the shadows of the wood they hastened through. Remembering what her adopted mother, the Crone, had told her the woman knew that it wouldn’t be long before the first of the runners were captured and to expect sounds and sights she had no previous knowledge of. She was fleet of foot like the deer that her passing had startled and ran alongside her as she leapt over downed limbs and rocks. The branches of trees and the undergrowth grabbed at her clothing and hair like so many grasping fingers but she paid them no attention for her mind was set on her goal that lay just on the other side of the forest.
The standing stones beckoned to her; though she could not see them yet she felt them pulling at her. The call wound through her blood and spurred her onward when she began to hear sounds of her fellow runners as they were overtaken and at one point she actually had to leap over one pair in a lovers’ embrace. The closer she drew to the stones the stronger the call became almost drowning out another secondary pull upon her.
There….behind her….
A flash of the memory of laughing blue eyes and the aura of the owner of said eyes. It was HIM….the one with the eyes that had seen down into her. HE was behind her, chasing, hunting her. This realization gave her a renewed vigor and yet also made her consider slowing her flight. Did she really want to outrun him? Escape the one that had awakened something deep in her very being with just a look and his tentative touch as he had admired her hair? Shaking such a foreign notion from her mind, she doubled her efforts and was rewarded with a glimpse of bright moonlit field where the tree line ended a short distance away. She slowed a few feet from the break of vegetation and rested for a moment against a tree to catch her breath, her senses on full alert as she listened for movement in the forested gauntlet she had just run.
Nothing. No sound of night birds or insects. She knew the meaning of the deafening silence….a predator stalked.
Heart still pounding, breathes coming in gasps, she whirled away from the tree and launched herself into her run again but her overzealousness clouded her vision and too late she noticed the stone. The same stone she had hid behind a short week ago as she spied on those within the standing stones. The same stone that the one with the soul capturing blue eyes and aura had her pinned against without touching her seemed to rear up and catch her toes as she made to jump it. The wind knocked out of her, she lay still upon the soft grass of the field with the standing stones in sight a short distance ahead on their low hill, shining like alabaster in the moonlight. As her breathing started to return to normal she began to draw herself up to begin the last of her journey. In the aftermath of her tumble one leg from the ankle down had come to rest just over the border into the forest. It was this same ankle that a firm grasp fell upon and used to pull her back into the darkness she had almost escaped.
An involuntary scream tore from her throat as she was turned onto her back. She struck out at her attacker with her nails and then fists until she was overpowered by her much stronger opponent. Her wrists pinned above her, she had bucked against her assailant with eyes closed as she braced for the worst but all fight left her as her lips were graced with the barest of contact. Slowly, eyes opening, she faced the one that had captured her. The blue eyes that met her dark ones were luminous in the deep shadow. Laughing blue eyes filled with wonder at the woman beneath him. Releasing her wrists, he slowly sat back and the two gazed at one another in silence. A small smile danced about his lips as his eyes drank up the sight of the woman he had imprinted with a few days earlier.
Slowly, so as not to frighten her, he reached out to take the silken length of her ebony hair in his hand. The Fae male leaned closer to the young woman and as she watched in awe as he placed the palm containing her glory to his cheek. His eyes slid shut as he reveled in the feel of the silken tresses and breathed her scent in. Lazily his eyes revealed themselves to her again. His head slowly tilted side to side, his bemused expression gentling her. His hand stretched out to her and he moved quickly towards her causing her to gasp and scoot back on her bottom. Worry and sadness warred on his beautiful countenance as he slowly, haltingly extended his hand once more touch to her cheek. The barest of caresses retrieved the almost childlike wonder that had momentarily left his face.
A shadow moved behind the Fae Hunter drawing the young woman’s attention from her admirer. Fear spiked in her chest as another and then a third shifted between the massive trunks of the ancient trees. Too late the wonder struck Fae realized his lady’s attention was gone, removed from him and centered somewhere over his shoulder, too late he saw her horror at the scene behind him. The blow came as he started to turn to face that hidden horror behind him. The crack to the back of his skull sounded loudly in the nighttime forest and blackness claimed him before he hit the ground.
He didn’t see one of the shadows fist its hand in his lady’s hair and drag her away by the thick waist length ebony.
Lost to the darkness of unconsciousness, he didn’t hear her screams.

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Constance jerked awake gasping for breath, comforter fisted in her white knuckle grip.
Shaking from the force of the vivid dream she sat up and tried to slow her breathing back to normal. It had been so real, her heart was still pounding from the fear and tears ran in slow courses down her cheeks. It was not the first time she had dreamed in Technicolor and she knew it would not be the last. The aching emptiness and longing came again just as they always did after she had one of her ‘blue dreams’ as she called them. Pulling her legs up she rested forehead against knees and hugged herself the same as when she was a kid.
The chiming of the antique clock on the mantle drew Constance’s attention to the time.
“I was asleep for only an hour?” she straightened her legs then slid from the bed. “Seems more like eternity in an hour.”
Looking back at the bed she made a small whine, turned away and began stretching out her stiff muscles while thoughts of laughing blue eyes in a moonlit forest filled her head.

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The battle of wardrobe won, a certain Goblin King leaned back into the hot water of his bath for a good long soak. The scent of fragrant oils worked with the heat to sooth the savage beast and soon the tired king began to reminisce.
He had been just over two hundred and fifty when his cousin, Tamlil, as an elder of the Hunt, had invited Jareth along on a trip to the Aboveground. Jareth had been ecstatic and jumped at the chance to see the Aboveground for the first time even if it was only to observe an impromptu meeting with the mortal that acted as a liaison of sorts. He had been so young, so idealistic and naïve to the motives of others. Jareth gave himself a mental kick. He should have seen Maylon’s thinly masked rage and resentment towards his favored position in the Seelie Court. The blow that had knocked some sense into his thick skull had also knocked him unconscious. In the aftermath that followed his waking he had lost everything; his innocence, his freedom and the mortal he had imprinted.
With his fingertips, Jareth touched the cheekbone beneath his left eye.Over two millennia after the fact and he still couldn’t remember clearly how his eye had been ruined that night. He knew what others had told him but not the actual moment of the magical backlash.
Frustrated, Jareth used both hands to scrub his face furiously while burying his all too familiar melancholy.
Tonight was a night of celebration. It was a night for drinking, dancing and the debauchery that often accompanied the two.
Finished with the bath as well as the memories that plagued him, Jareth rose from the marble basin with determination to leave the foul mood behind to drain away with the water. He stood before the mirrored wall and examined his naked form with approval. With a wicked smile as he looked himself up and down once more he recalled a phrase that a past lover had used to describe him.
Sexy beast.
“Sexy beast is right…” he said aloud while turning one way then another in self admiration before attaining satisfaction and quitting the bathroom to begin dressing for the evening.
After all, there is fashionably late and then there is just plain late.
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