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Ides of March Ameolioration Chronicles IV	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bait and Switch

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Sarah awoke to a pounding headache and a seriously bad crick in her neck which she quickly realized was because her head hung sharply downwards to her chest, her chin digging in her sternum. She could tell she sat in a hard chair with restraints of duct tape keeping her arms and legs immobilized. A gag tightly muffled her mouth to the point of pain and her mouth devoid of moisture, as it all drooled into the previously dry cloth. Raising her head carefully to avoid jolting her strained tendons, Sarah worked her chaffed lips unsuccessfully trying to loosen the gag.
"Finally awake I see." A middle aged man said as he approached her in the dimly lit, warehouse-like room. Narrowing her eyes at him she attempted to express her outrage. "Yes, I can tell you're mad, you needn't glare at me so." He stated amicably. Sarah wiggled her arms and said something muffled which sounded distinctly foul mouthed.
"And I thought you were a lady, shame on you." The man admonished her and Sarah's blood surged.
'Jareth!' She screamed in her mind praying he might hear her.
'I don't think that's going to work and you're just making our headache worse.' Tutu chided softly.
'Tutu, what the hell is happening? Who is this asshole?'
'I have no clue but whatever he used on you made your necklace glow. I noticed just before you took your trip to La-La Land.'
'Magic? He used magic on me?' Sarah asked trying to process the meaning.
'Yep, nasty little spell, too. You've been out for hours.'
'Oh God, oh God.' Sarah moaned which the man heard and mistook for fear. Having no desire to unduly frighten their captive he chose to ease her concerns by kneeling in front of her and smiling.
"I'm sorry the situation necessitates this treatment of you. My name is Doug and while we have no intention to harm you..." Sarah snorted inelegantly through her gag which Doug ignored, "I'm afraid you will need to stay with us for the time being. If you cooperate you'll be home shortly." Doug smiled and Sarah sensed a certain level of sincerity radiating from this man however dull-witted his plan may be. She cocked one brow inquisitively giving her best snarky glare.
"I promise." Doug added. Sarah snorted again then shrugged. "You have no reason to believe me but once Rafe and I finish preparing and get what we need you will be free and unharmed." He earnestly stated.
'Great, a sincere kidnapper, just what I need. What on Earth could they need and how does it involve me?' Sarah wondered.
'I've a very bad feeling about this, Sarah. Remember what Jareth said about running into a sorcerer?'
'Oh shit.' Sarah's mind kicked into overdrive at the possible implications of two kidnappers, one or both into sorcery who claimed to not want to harm her. 'I'm bait.'
'You're bait.' Tutu agreed.
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Jareth paced the short distance of Sarah's living room. Pacing which started shortly after he arrived expecting Sarah to be in residence a few hours after her workday and increasing its frenetic tempo once even her decided-to-stay-late time passed and lengthened without word. Nearly two hours after full dark, after finding her car parked, and Jareth wavered between anger and fear as their last conversation left him unsure of her continued desire of his presence in her life and yet...
'Whatever else she may feel Sarah would never remove you from her life without informing you. Not now, not after so long.' His internal voice commented. 'She's not cruel, not like that. She would tell you to your face and enjoy every bit of it, old boy.'
'Yes, I do believe you are correct. Still...she may be angry with me for leaving as I did.'
'Possibly...'
'But she would tell me, she would leave a note or contact me. She's much improved since last year.' Jareth mused as he remembered her late nights at work or time with family or friends in which she informed him either in writing or contacted him directly. Ever since last year her diligence was so remarkable that this lapse was quite glaring. No...Something changed. Could she truly be willing to distance herself now?
Jareth ceased his pacing as the horrid thought of Sarah dumping him—as humans phrased it—froze his heart again. No, no, no, he refused to accept it. She would never do such a thing without speaking to him. He imagined the painful scenario and only Sarah screaming obscenities at him or cruelly staring down at him metaphorically seemed remotely feasible. Pinching his nose to combat the headache threatening behind his eyes, he realized loving Sarah simultaneously gifted him his happiest moments and his most painful.
'No wonder I avoided falling in love before, how positively inconvenient to one's peace of mind.' He thought as he checked the kitchen clock for the sixth time in the last five minutes. 'Perhaps...perhaps I might scry her to see that all is well...'
'Jareth!' His conscience quickly reproved him. 'You promised no spying or stalking!'
'But surely this is different! She's left no message...she's exceedingly late, well passed late even for her eagerness to work.'
'And if you're wrong? She'll know and you'll undo all you've gained this year.'
Jareth clenched his jaw and his fists, 'And if I'm right and she requires my assistance?'
'She'd call you.'
"Bloody hell!" He shouted deliberately manifesting a few of his lesser, decidedly dumber goblins to kick directly back into the ether returning them yipping back to his castle. Skittle followed his King's call into Sarah's home with a small pop and watched his smaller brothers vanish, sailing through the air.
"Kingy mood bad?" Warily Skittle asked as he sat watching his king stalk the Queen-to-be's living room furniture.
"Not now, Skittle!" Jareth didn't notice the goblin's wince and Skittle refrained from further speaking settling on his haunches upon Sarah's pass through kitchen countertop. Obviously Queenie was involved again and whenever Queenie was involved Skittle knew it was best to be wary of Kingy's mood. So he resolved to wait for as long as needed for his King's command while his head ping-ponged following Jareth's ranting circle.
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The two kidnappers that Sarah now knew as Doug and Rafe, Doug apparently the more intelligent of the two—barely, kept her bound and gagged for several more hours. Her legs and butt were nearly numb which was an improved from the previous aching pain caused by sitting on the hard wooden chair and being unable to shift position. Sarah watched the two men scuttle about in and out of her room with various odd items of an occult looking nature until they prepared a large circular area several feet away from her and slightly out of her vision.
'You know, Tutu, even though I'm sure I should be more afraid right now for some reason watching these two morons reminds of the Keystone Cops or Laurel and Hardy.'
Sarah heard snickering in her head and chuckled along with Tutu as they dispassionately observed the two men clumsily, hastily finish their preparations. Guessing, she suspected the circular pattern was to be used for some sort of binding or restraining spell for none other than Jareth, the only magical being known to her.
'I think you're right, Sarah. Somehow they think they're going to lure him into a trap. God, I wish I had a camera!' Tutu laughed for several more minutes.
'You and me both! Who are these morons? Don't they understand who they're dealing with?'
'Seems not. This should be interesting.'
'Still...I'd rather be able to call Jareth then sit around as bait. Hell, he must be going crazy right now. Unless...'
'Unless what?'
'Oh...well, unless he's still mad at me and doesn't know I haven't come home. I mean...it's got to have been several hours now he's not even looking for me.' Sarah tried not to sound whiny but couldn't help the waver in her mental voice as she glanced down at her non-glowing necklace...again.
'Well...you did make him promise not to spy on you.'
'But this is different! I've been kidnapped!'
'And he knows that how?' Tutu pointed out the glaring obviousness of Sarah illogical thought process.
'Oh crap.'
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Skittle's neck hurt from watching Kingy pace. Amazing how much pacing his monarch indulged once his blood pumped and his annoyance spiked. Unable to tell time but he counted well, Skittle knew Kingy paced awhile by the twelve bloody hell's, eight devil take it all's, and five damn her's which Skittle hoped wasn't Queenie but rather believed it so. Eventually King's cursing tapered off and Skittle braved speaking.
"Kingy no watch Queenie?"
Jareth paused mid-step to look Skittle in the eyes. "Ah, my little goblin, you're still here? I'm afraid not."
"Why?" Skittle's innocent little voice struck Jareth's heart.
"I've made our Queen a promise and I am determined to be faithful, no matter the cost to my pride." Jareth's resignation came through so clearly than even Skittle remained speechless for several minutes.
"What if Queenie hurt?"
"I—I've thought of that...but I can't be sure..." as Jareth spoke he stared at Skittle with a dawning realization. "But you, my faithful little goblin, you can be sure for me." Jareth smirked at the brilliance of his plan while Skittle's shaggy eyebrows rose inquisitively. Touching his goblin's head Jareth spoke a short spell to enhance Skittle's abilities.
"Quickly now, my goblin, find Sarah and report to me!" Skittle jumped to his feet with a grin, eager to complete his mission and please his king.
"Okay, Kingy!" And vanished.
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"Is everything ready?" Doug asked. He'd made the call to The Elders earlier to vaguely inform them of their plans and he expected them to arrive later.
"I think so." Rafferty replied glimpsing around at the binding circle before glancing at the mildly irate looking Sarah Williams sitting nearby. "Oh, wait," Rafferty exclaimed snapping his fingers, "The video camera." He then ran from the room to reappear shortly with a handheld digital camera which he set up and turned on in a hidden position unbeknownst to Sarah as she faced away from that direction. What she did see as Doug and Rafferty began concentrating at their chanting generated a wave of relief.
'Skittle!' The goblin slunk in the shadows a few feet from her; his eyes boggling upwards at finding his Queenie in such a plight. Sarah tried to impress upon Skittle the urgency of fetching Jareth using limited hand signals, head tilts, and exaggerated eye motions. How the goblin found her...well, questions later, rescue now! Somehow, after staring at her then closely examining the area, Skittle nodded as if in understanding and blinked out of existence.
'Finally, the cavalry's en route!' Tutu said with much relief.
'Amen!' Sarah agreed feeling her heart rate increase thinking of Jareth's speedy arrival. Probably only minutes passed but when one is tied, tired, irritated, and rather achingly numb in all the worse places five minutes seems likes five hours. Nevertheless Jareth's appearance was all she dreamed of, her personal dark avenging guardian materializing without warning. Another other time and knowing him for his vanity, she might scoff at his melodramatic performance. But as she watched from the corner of her eyes, a fully enraged and sinister Goblin King appeared dressed in his finest black leather armor, his platinum hair ablaze around his visage with black lowlights streaking throughout the locks and his cloak snapping in a mystical breeze felt only by him; Sarah knew only love and gratitude for his timely rescue.
Doug and Rafferty, the would-be kidnappers, trembled before the being of palpable power and Sarah swore the pungent scent of urine assaulted her nose as the two men ceased their useless chanting and collapsed before the great and terrible presence. With a single sweep of his arm Jareth destroyed the men's carefully designed binding circle, candles, herbs, salt, and chalk lines obliterating themselves. The men squealed prostrating themselves to this being.
"Kingy say love you." A little whisper floated to her ears. Then Sarah felt a tugging at her ankles and looked down to see Skittle gnawing through the multi-layered duct tape; she nodded her encouragement and kept still to avoid any accidental goblin bites while she listened to Jareth.
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"What have we here?" Jareth's supremely arrogant voice poured over the men and he stood with his arms akimbo on his hips, one brow arched. "Two pathetic mortal sorcerers?" Sarah thought he never sounded so wonderful. Somehow Rafferty mustered the courage to speak and raised his face.
"N-not pathetic..." he argued and Jareth chuckled faintly.
"I revise my observation, pathetic and stupid. Did you think to contain me within your weak binding circle?" Jareth released a harsh laugh. "You know nothing of my power!"
At this Doug raised his face to Jareth and spoke in an odd tone as if challenging Jareth. Sarah wondered at Doug's audacity in the face of danger until the ramification of his words struck her.
"Do you?" Doug asked softly, so softly Jareth almost missed his response but the man's two words were a knife to his gut, taunting him. Reaching one hand out, Jareth levitated Doug upwards until Doug's throat met his leather clad hand and the man dangled in the air.
"Speak all your knowledge lest I kill you now." Doug flailed a bit, his hands digging at Jareth's fingers until Jareth loosened his grip enough for him to speak yet remain hanging while Rafferty gaped fearfully at them.
"I—know..." Doug gasped then Jareth shook him. "Y-you're...the Source."
"What source, of what do you speak?" Jareth growled at him, shaking him again.
"Magic...Source of...all magic..." The man's description rocked Jareth; his hand released and Doug dropped to the ground sucking in deep lungfuls of air. Source of all magic...source of ALL magic...
The Source of All Magic? Jareth took several steps backwards, stunned but attempting to maintain appearances while the men cowered before him. He spared a quick glance to the rear of the room checking on Sarah's status; she stood gaping at him with a ragged cloth dangling from one hand. She heard the exchange, the Source of All Magic. Good Lord, what would she think now? He returned his vision to the men and stalked forward.
"How do you know this?" He harshly demanded.
"Ancient texts...Egyptian, Sumerian, Greek, all handed down for centuries."
"To whom?"
"The Illuminati." Doug met Jareth's intense gaze and regretted answering the question when he heard his growl and saw his fierce expression. Quicker than the next eye blink Jareth conjured a crystal and touched it to Doug's forehead causing the man to scream, convulse, and collapse dead. Rafferty scrambled on his hands and knees to fruitlessly escape as Jareth swooped down and repeated the action with a second crystal, both of which his twisted into the ether for later perusal of the men's memories.
"Jareth?" Sarah's unusually timid voice caught his attention and he met her tremulous eyes noticing Skittle clinging to her leg, shaking.
"Sarah...I..." Words failed him as he realized how she must view him.
'Well, you've done it now, you git. She'll never accept what you are.' He told himself and his voice had no response. He slowly walked closer, cautious not to frighten her and held out a hand.
"I'll take you home, Sarah." She nodded silently and took his hand but he saw unshed tears glistening and his heart broke further. She would never have him now. Not after witnessing his violence and knowing what he was...whatever that meant. He resisted the urge to pull her into his embrace, instead teleporting them directly to her apartment with only her hand held and Skittle still clinging to her leg.
Seconds later they stood face to face in her living room with Jareth wearing his usual casual clothes having altered them in transit. He stared into her gorgeous green eyes with her hand in his at their hip level, neither spoke but he expected Sarah to pull away then demand his permanent departure from her life. So when she gradually leaned closer until her lips gently touched his and whispered her thanks and told her she loved him, Jareth released a ruthless sob and pulled her to him nearly crushing her in his desperate embrace.
"Sarah, my precious Sarah!" He cried out into her hair trailing hot kisses down her face and back to her lips while she tugged at his shirt so fiercely he thought she might shred it as she returned his kisses.
"Jareth, thank you, oh God, I was so scare at first, I couldn't call for you but I knew you would find me." She murmured into his neck and he felt her tears soaking his shirt.
"I should've found you sooner had I thought to send Skittle earlier."
"What? Send Skittle? You didn't search for me?" She pulled back to face him, the amazement clear in her voice.
"I promised you I would not spy on you, my Love. I've upheld that promise but I felt that something must be amiss."
"So you found a loophole." Jareth smirked then ducked sheepishly at her glare.
"Just this once."
"I believe you. My necklace never glowed while I was there. And I wouldn't minded if it had."
"Your necklace..."He fingered the miniature crystal at her necklace causing it to glow faintly for several seconds. "There, I've altered it. From now on instead of glowing it will be warm to your skin to indicate spells and it will also sense if you're in danger and unable to call for me then alert me directly." He smiled, "No need for spying, Love."
"I love you, Jareth, I love you so much!" She pulled him in for another deep kiss but he broke away.
"Sarah, can you be sure?"
"What do you mean?"
"After what you witnessed tonight, I'm sorry to expose you to such violence and now I am this Source of All Magic and I know how concerned—"Sarah placed her hand over his mouth.
"Stop, please. I admit it was shocking to see you so...well...but I don't regret what you did to those men and I don't care about you being this Source. I've always known you were magical so this doesn't change anything." Jareth gently pulled her hand away and gave her a sad smile.
"But I have no idea what being this Source really is or means."
"Have you ever?" Jareth shook his head negative. "Then what makes it any different now?"
"Well, I...Sarah...have you never wondered why I refrain from telling you my true age?" She shrugged and he pressed on. "It's because I don't know it. I've walked this world before the dawn of humanity. I've watched mythical races rise and fall and before that...I'm not sure; it's spotty, bits of memory."
"Oh." She answered overwhelmed at the ramifications of his age. Jareth chuckled lightly.
"Indeed. But one thing in all these long centuries I am quite sure of, I love you and any existence I possess is worthless without you."
Sarah smiled and her eyes glittered, her hand cupped his cheek. "Let's go to bed, my dark Goblin King and worry about everything else tomorrow."
"As my Queen wishes and you're not invited, Skittle." Jareth said in a sexy growl making Sarah lightheaded and Skittle 'eek' before vanishing. He swept Sarah into his arms and carried her into her bedroom where they temporarily forgot the last two day's stresses and got very little sleep.
TBC

Sorry this took so long. Been busy publishing my original, Dreams of the Queen, on Amazon and Smashwords. It's a lot of work!
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