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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3
Sarah took off her jacket and shoes, walking out onto the balcony and looking over the city. What a crazy day! She closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze.
After a few minutes she went back to the room, gathered a clean t-shirt, panties and her robe, and made her way to the bathroom.
It was gorgeous. A floral motif, roses everywhere. She loved roses. There was a huge walk in shower stocked with toiletries.
She disrobed, stepped in and enjoyed a long hot shower, going over the strangeness of the day.
Such an odd mysterious man Jareth King is!
And so freaking gorgeous and sexy, her conscience reminded her.
Stop that Sarah! Crap!
What was with that hallucination in his dressing room anyway..I never had jetlag effect me that way before. So freaking weird.
She finished her shower, dried her hair, dressed and went and laid on the bed, determined to take a nap.
After tossing and turning a few minutes, she got up and grabbed the red book out of her carry on.
She read for a few minutes, then dropped off.
Drifting into her dreams while thinking what an interesting evening this night may be, and picturing his face.
"You're no match for me Sarah.." "But I have to have my brother back.." "He's there, in my castle..Do you still want to look for him?" "Is that the Castle Beyond the Goblin City?" "Turn back Sarah, turn back before it's too late..""I can't..don't you understand that I can't?" "What a pity.." "It doesn't look that far.".."It's further than you think, time is short..you have 13 hours in which to solve The Labyrinth, before your baby brother becomes one of us, forever..such a pity.." "The Labyrinth..doesn't look that hard..well, come on feet.."
Sarah's eyes popped open. Looking down at the book laying by her side, she moved it and sat up.
"Wow this book gives me strange dreams...eesh." She said out loud.
She tried to recall her dream, and noticed although she could remember bits and pieces of the dialogue, the picture of the man she was talking to was very fuzzy.
Oh well. She shrugged it off.
She looked at the clock and noticed it was after 5. She ordered dinner via room service and got up to start getting ready for the show.
She changed into her black jeans, boots, a plain purple t-shirt, and leather jacket.
Her dinner arrived, a sandwich and salad.
The waiter who brought it gave her an appraising look when she tipped him, and it gave her a boost of confidence.
She ate quickly, so she would have time to finish preparing for the evening.
She got her camera out and made sure it was in working order, packed plenty of film, tape recorder, tablet, and pens.
She did a quick makeup job, nothing too intense, but it was a rock concert, so she did add some sparkle.
She brushed her dark hair until it shone then pulled it back into a ponytail.
Lastly she hung her creds around her neck. She felt rested and felt ready to act like the professional she was.
At 7:15 she made her way to the lobby and waited for the car to arrive.
A couple of scantily clad women were eyeing her and her pass with less than concealed envy.
One finally approached her. "Hey, you, you going to the King show?"
Sarah nodded, smiling politely. "Yes, I'm covering it for a magazine."
"Wow..that's cool. You wouldn't be able to get us in..would you?" The girl said. She was a bottle blonde with garish makeup and a miniskirt.
Sarah laughed to herself. This had happened many times.
"No I can't I'm sorry, I could lose my job for that." Of course, she wasn't sorry. She wondered if this was the type of girl Jareth liked. A surge of jealousy went through her. Wait, what the hell...why I am jealous?
"Too bad, had to ask, you know? Say, if you ever want to sell that pass, I'd give you a couple hundred for it. Or you know, we could work something out. You are pretty hot." The girl answered, smiling in what Sarah figured the girl took for a sexy look.
Oh boy.
"No, I can't do that either." She saw the car pull up. "Gotta go! Have a good night ladies!"
She dashed to the car and dove into the open door the driver held before the girls had a chance to reply, or worse, follow.
As the car took off she glanced back at the girls, obviously disappointed. She shook her head and leaned back, laughing and rolling her eyes.
Once they got near the arena traffic was slow going, with the parking lots filling quickly with eager concert goers.
The car made it's way around the back, random people peering inside trying to see who was in the car. The driver stopped to show the guards his ID and pass, then was waved through to pull around to the back door.
Sarah rarely got to go to shows this way. So it was quite a treat to not have to fight through the crowds to her seat which, comped or not was usually not a very good one.
The driver stopped, coming around and opening the door for Sarah. She gathered her things and made her way into the doors, and through the crowded halls.
She was directed to go straight back to the singer's dressing room, and weaved her way from memory, finally arriving at the door.
Taking a deep breath she reminded herself to try and be professional now, after making a fool of herself earlier, and knocked.
"Come in, Sarah." She heard through the door.
Opening it, she saw Jareth sitting in his chair surrounded by people fluffing his hair, applying makeup, and setting up his clothing..all while he sat calmly, the eye of the storm.
He smirked at the dark haired woman slinking through the door.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked.
"Call it intuition, my dear." He answered, winking.
Sarah didn't know what to say to that, so she found a spot to sit out of the way and simply said "Oh..okay then."
Jareth chuckled. "I was expecting no one else..everyone else I wanted to be here, is here."
Sarah gave him a small smile, wrapping her arms around herself, watching an older woman snapping gum as she applied elaborate eye makeup to Jareth's face.
"Doll, who is this one now?" The older woman asked between snaps.
"Oh yes, let me introduce you. Hazel, this is a reporter from Rock Life magazine, a Miss Sarah Williams, here to do an expose on yours truly. You know my heart belongs to you beautiful." He smiled at the older woman, winking.
The woman, Hazel cackled at him. "Yeah, sure..me and half the female population of the planet. I'll tell that to Stan tonight when I see him, he will be so worried...probably happy to be rid of me nagging at him, and the kids would be too."
Sarah had to laugh at the woman. Obviously she was quite fond of Jareth in a motherly way.
"May I take a picture of you Hazel, while you work? For the article." Sarah enquired.
"Sure can, honey." was the reply.
Sarah took a few shots of the woman applying Jareth's makeup. Jareth closed his eyes against the flash.
His eyes were sensitive to camera flashes. Even the stage lights were filtered to make him more comfortable.
She also took a few pictures of the wardrobe people working. Once Sarah was done she sat back down.
Hazel turned to Sarah and gave her the eye. "Now you be sure to be nice in your story there Missy, No matter what he or anyone else says, His Majesty is an old softy here. Takes good care of all of us, he does."
Sarah who had picked up a bottle of water to take a drink, choked at her calling him "His Majesty" and started coughing.
Jareth stopped Hazel's work and went to stand if necessary to help her, concerned. "Sarah? what is wrong?"
Sarah put up her hand to gesture she was okay, and for him to sit back down. Once the coughing subsided, she managed to speak. "I'm fine, the uh..the water when down the wrong way. Did she call you "His Majesty?"
Jareth grinned at her. "Yes, for some reason, my staff has taken to calling me that. Most likely due to my last name."
Hazel scoffed. "Don't forget your tendency to boss everyone around, and act all imperious."
He gave the woman a withering look. "I suppose there is that. I cannot help it if I expect things done a certain way."
"Yeah yeah yeah.." Hazel replied. "Okay, Mr. King, all done. You look perfect. If I do say so myself."
He nodded. "Thank you Hazel. Why don't you take a break."
"Good idea. See you at the break, doll." Hazel turned back to Sarah. "You are a lovely one. Don't let this scoundrel break your heart." Hazel could sense the chemistry between the two.
With that she left the dressing room, leaving Sarah just a little surprised.
"Your employees are very loyal, Mr. King." Sarah remarked.
"I expect nothing less. They are richly rewarded for their loyalty. Hazel's husband is my tour manager. They are good hu-people. for that, their two children are going to very nice colleges at the moment, and they want for nothing, and never will."
"Not even if someday I am no longer here...I mean touring, even if I retire to my house in the country and wile away the hours gardening." He told her.
Sarah's curiosity was piqued. "Is that what you plan to do? Play rock star for a few more years, then retire and become a gardener? Where is your house? England?"
"No, my house is not in England it is...in a very exotic place, which I don't feel I want to disclose now. I will tell you eventually. I have a huge garden, complete with a large maze." He answered, trying to not quite lie but not give anything away either.
Sarah's brow furrowed. Another weird maze reference. "A maze, Mr. King? I love mazes. Always had a thing for them as a child."
Jareth raised an eyebrow at her. With the makeup, he looked similar to the odd vision she had earlier that day. It was unsettling, and gave her achill. "Somehow, love, that does not surprise me in the least."
He leaned forward again. "Maybe someday, dear Sarah, you can see it for yourself. I'm certain you can conquer it, and I can call you the Champion of my Labyrinth."
Sarah gulped. "Sure..I mean that would great, to see your house and garden. Sounds fun. Maybe I'll take a vacation sometime and visit you or something...but..what happens when I get to the center? I mean what's the prize?"
Jareth laughed a hearty laugh then met her eyes and spoke soft and deliberate. "Only you would ask me that. If you get to the center of MY Labyrinth, love, you never get out again. Your prize is to stay forever in the center with me."
"Well that's...kind of weird." She said. she was a little nervous at the way he was looking at her. Like he was dying of thirst and she was a big glass of water.
She was pretty sure he was joking with her, playing with her...she hoped anyway.
Jareth tilted his head. "Weird? I don't think so at all. The maze is representative of something else. Something far more important."
Sarah tilted her head back at him, narrowing her eyes. "What?"
Jareth stood, to make his way over to where his clothes were being laid out, turning away.
"That is for you to find out, Sarah. Now, Hoggleston is outside waiting to escort you to your seat, but please do as I asked and do not try to pry information out of him at this time. I trust I can make an exception and let him escort you without worrying you would defy my wishes?"
Sarah nodded once although, her lips tightened into a frustrated line. "I would advise you to leave with the others, unless you prefer to stay.." He started to slip off his robe.
Sarah popped up off of the couch as quick as she could. "No! I mean, Of course not. I'll go get my seat. Have a great show, Mr. King."
Sarah, followed behind the others that had been attending to the man. They all left the dressing room to let him get changed for the concert.
Once out of the dressing room. Sarah took a deep breath and released a big sigh of relief.
Hoggle had been standing and waiting for Sarah to emerge, as Jareth had summoned him to do magically.
So when she finally did Hoggle noted she looked a little flustered and relieved to be away from Jareth.
"Miss Williams?" He said nervously as he approached her.
She turned and smiled. "Hey Mr. Hoggleston. Good to see you again."
Hoggle could not help but smile back. While she looked older, the smile was the same.
"Umm..comes with me, I'll shows you to where your seat is." He waved for her to follow him.
"So, Mr. Hoggleston..I'm not supposed to ask you about anything, but.." Sarah started, thinking she could get in a question or two without Jareth finding out.
"No, Sarah..I can't answer any questions. Jareth already told me to keeps my trap shut. I can't go against his wishes."
Sarah's mind was racing by this curious rule."But, I just want to know if.."
"I means it Miss Williams. He has 'is reasons, and I don't like it, but that's the way it is." Hoggle said, frowning.
He hated to admit Jareth's reasoning was sound, but it was. They had to be careful not to trigger her memories too soon, or chase her away if she suspected they weren't human, or worse tell the world as much.
She was the only way to get home. They did not know what would happen if she remembered before she should, before Jareth was able to woo her and make her fall in love with him, it could trap them here.
It was also possible it could send them home without her, keeping Jareth from bringing her back with them forever, and ensuring she would never be their queen. They just didn't know.
Sarah bit her lip from saying anything further, irritated with the little man. "Fine. Mr. Hoggleston, just take me to my seat."
She followed him to a section of seats near the stage, in the front row. Looking around she saw many familiar faces of fellow journalists and other famous musicians, and realized this was the VIP section, roping off from the general audience.
She was given the best seat in the house. She looked a the stage mere feet from her and her jaw dropped again. Holy crap! This is amazing!
"Sarah Williams, I presume?" She heard a voice behind her. She turned and there was Roger Franks, probably the most renowned rock music journalist in the world, and his seat was *behind* hers.
"Yes." She stuck out her hand. "It's an honor to meet you Mr. Franks."
He nodded, ignoring her hand. He leaned forward.
"You must be very blessed Miss Williams, when I was told I was being moved back behind my usual seat, at Mr. King's orders for a green reporter from Rock life, I was certainly..surprised."
Now that I've seen you, well I now understand why. So, who exactly did you sleep with for this assignment? Your boss? Road Manager? Or, Mr. King himself? Maybe all three?"
Sarah felt anger rising, but tried to control her temper.
"Mr. Franks, I do not now or ever have, sleep with anyone for any reason other than passion, and certainly have not screwed anyone to be here right now. I was asked, by Jareth King himself, to do a story about him."
"He himself, assigned me this seat." She pointed at the chair to accentuate her words. "I am disgusted you would suggest such a thing. Maybe that is the way it's done by many people in this business, but not me. Not now, not ever."
What a jerk! She thought as she glared at him.
She turned away from the man and faced the stage, her face turning red.
She knew several people had overheard and were now giving her the eye, sharing knowing glances amongst each other. They were now thinking she was some skanky sleazoid sleeping her way to the top. Ugh. She also noticed Mr. Hoggleston was still standing there, and that he also looked angry.
"Hoggleston, may I get another seat? It seems I'm not wanted here." She asked the little man.
Hoggle reached and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "Don't worry about them Miss Williams they don't mean anything, and neither do their words. Let them think what they want."
"Trust me, you are more important than all of 'em puts together and I'm nots the only one that thinks so. Jareth wants you here, you stay here." he turned and fled to the backstage, to let Jareth know what had occurred.
Jareth was still in his dressing room, listening to the beginning strains of the opening act.
45 minutes to showtime.
There was a knock on the door. He stretched out with his senses and rolled his eyes. "Come in Hoghead."
Hoggle quietly entered the room and stood before Jareth, his face red.
"Well, what is it?" Jareth asked impatiently.
"That Franks fellow, the one who been after you for years to gets a story? He was upsets Sarah got his usual seat, even afters she was nice to 'im...and he..he said some nasty stuff to her, Your Majesty...really awful. Made her mad and upset it did."
Jareth was instantly angry."Roger Franks is a boil on on the ass of humanity. Disgusting excuse for a human." He hissed. "How dare he insult my future queen?"
"Well, Sire..I don't thinks he knows that part. I means about being a future queen." Hoggle answered.
He could see and feel Jareth's anger.
"Get Ludo and Stan. You know what to do. I want him out. Now." Jareth commanded.
Hoggle for once agreed. "As you command, Yer Majesty." He smiled, and went to take care of it.
One thing about his king, Hoggle thought, you don't tick him off for nothing, and get away with it. Hoggle ought to know.
Jareth created a crystal. "Sir Derryn, please come, I need something."
Behind him appeared his aide, who bowed. "My Lord."
"I need you to take care of something for me. Ludo and Hoggle as well as one of my human employees will be escorting a rather unsavory character out the back door."
"Follow him to his residence, and make sure a few of my most..mischievous goblins pay him a visit and have a little fun teaching him a lesson in manners."
Derryn nodded. "Of course, My Lord, it will done as you ask. They rarely get out for a romp these days."
Jareth laughed a wicked laugh. "Yes, well, You are far less likely to seek a little goblin revenge on those who piss you off, cousin. How are things?"
"All is well, You Majesty. Quiet. Lord Brayson is is usual pleasant self. I do believe he is hoping you fail." Derryn answered.
"I am sure he is. Now that Sarah is here, it won't be long." Jareth told him. He saw Derryn's eyes brighten a little.
"That is wonderful news, Sire." Derryn was thrilled to hear it. He really had no desire to be a king, did not enjoy the duties he was performing in Jareth's stead, and was looking forward to The Goblin King's return.
"Yes it is...you are dismissed. I will inform Hoggle to call you when he needs you to make your appearance."
Derryn bowed again and disappeared.
Jareth turned and looked at himself in the mirror. "Well Mr. Franks, enjoy the wrath of The Goblin King, next time I won't be so lenient. Ahh..what I wouldn't give for a oubliette."
Sighing loudly to the empty room, he closed his eyes to await his cue to go to the stage, listening to the pounding beat of the drums as they vibrated through the building.
Tonight, he performed for her, and her alone.
He had been waiting for this moment for so long. Now it was here.
"Sarah mine...this one is for you."
Thank you to everyone reading!!
I'm so glad I wrote ahead, otherwise would be completely thrown off schedule with The Olympics sucking up so much attention from me. Not to mention all the live skating is early in the AM and I am sooo not a morning person, and it doesn't allow me for staying up late to write either. Never fear, I'm starting chapter 7, so weekly updates will continue unabated.
I want to dedicate this chapter to my sweet furbaby Skittles, who quietly passed to the Bridge in my arms as I sang to him Feb. 1. He had a long life full of love. He often kept a quiet, purring vigil in my lap, as I wrote. A sweeter, more gentle soul such as him has never lived. He was ever cheerful and loved everyone, people, other cats, dogs, he had no prejudices. I think I may name a sweet little goblin Skittles, to keep Sarah company in that drafty old castle :)
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