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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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Sarah watched the opening act without really paying attention. She had forced back angry tears and sat quietly with her jaw clenched, knowing Roger Franks was behind her, judging her, making her feel small and unworthy.
She felt the eyes of some of the others every time they glanced at her and smirked, gossiping among themselves. She took a few pictures, but her heart wasn't in it.
The opening act ended, and Sarah scribbled some notes, trying to ignore them all.
She heard Hoggleston's voice approaching and looked up. Happy to see a friendly face.
He nodded to her and smiled, then pointed behind her.
"Him, that's the one there." He said to his companions, whom Sarah just noticed. The big man, Luddy, and another older man she did not recognize.
The older man motioned to Roger Franks behind her. "Excuse me, Mr. Franks, could we speak to you please."
Roger Franks grinned, finally he was getting his interview, or so he thought. He made his way down the row and over to where the men stood.
"Hey Stan." He started.
"I'm sorry Mr Franks, but you have to leave. Mr. King does not want you here."
The reporter's eyes about popped out of his head. "What The hell are you talking about? He has no authority to kick me out. I'm Roger fucking Franks!"
Hoggle spoke up. "He does so! This is his show, and he does not want you here. You were rude and mean to his guest, Miss Williams, you gots to go!"
Sarah heard this and gasped. she jumped up and went over to the group. "No..it's okay Mr. Hoggleston, really, I can deal with it it's no big deal."
Luddy spoke up. "Hi Sarah! Mr. King said the mean man has to leave."
"But..but.." Sarah was speechless. She had no clue why the singer was so protective of her, of all things. It was nice, but really put her in an awkward position.
The older man stepped up to her her. "So, you are Miss Williams? Heard about you from my wife, Hazel. Nice To meet you. I'm Stan Martin. I understand where you are coming from, but this is what Jareth wants. He is very protective of his employees and friends."
He turned to the sputtering, cursing journalist. "I'm sorry again, but Mr. Franks, please come with us."
Roger Franks turned to Sarah. "Looks like I was right, Miss Williams, slut reporter..not sleeping with King, my ass. Bitch." He said with nasty smarmy look on his face.
Mr. Hoggleston, stepped up to the much bigger man. "You shuts up right now, or it'll be a lot worse than being asked ta leave!"
Franks snorted and turned and went to leave with Stan in front and Luddy behind...he took a few steps and turned back. "This isn't over, girl. Not by a long shot."
With that he was escorted out, with everyone in the section silently watching the confrontation. Then they looked back at Sarah, but except for a few whispers, thought it was a good idea to keep their thoughts to themselves.
Sarah, beet red, sat back in her chair and tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened, and wondered what Franks was going to do to get back at her, at Mr. King..at all of them.
Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good. She knew how the man was. He was a bulldog of a reporter and knew a lot of people. Ugh.
She tried to relax and waited for the show to begin. A few minutes later the lights when down and the roar went up, and for the next 2 hours, she was completely caught up in Jareth King.
He sang, danced, twirled, and seduced the audience with voice. His band was amazing, and in spite of what had occurred before the show, she found herself smiling, and dancing with everyone else.
Off and on she took pictures of the show, and some random audience shots.
Jareth King had an aura, a charisma, she could not explain or deny. He was beautiful and stalked around the stage, gyrating, pouring his passion into every note. She could not take her eyes off of him.
She did not know, or care about anyone else there.
Jareth loved to perform, it was as much a part of who he was as being a King.
Every move he made, or note he sang, he could see her.
Her smile, her dancing. Her shining green eyes.
She was like a beacon of light, and no matter where he went on the stage he could see her. He performed for her, and her alone.
She was the only one that mattered here. The only one he could see.
In both their eyes, their souls, they were the only two beings in the world.

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The concert was over, and Sarah came back down to earth. She wished she attended one of his concerts much earlier, it was amazing.
She made her way through the milling crowd, all happily chatting away about the show and off to buy souvenirs.
When she got close to the door, she noticed the crowd in front of it. They were mainly scantily clad women, hoping for a chance at the singer.
As she approached, she saw Mr. Fox looking around, and his eyes lit up as he he caught sight of her.
"Miss Williams Miss Williams!" He declared loudly, running over. "There you are! Mr. King asked me to fetch you! The crowds are always so thick, he wanted to make sure you were escorted to avoid any problems."
He grabbed her hand and pulled her along, through the crowd of hangers on, press people, autograph seekers, and groupies, many giving her inquiring looks as to who she was. Well those who had not seen the earlier confrontation and heard her name already.
They finally made it to the door, A guard opening it just enough to allow them through with a nod, the surging crowd being pushed back behind them.
Once the door was closed, Sarah smiled at the man. "Wow! Mr. Fox is it always this crazy?"
"Oh yes, my lady, tonight was rather tame." The thin man told her.
They made their was down the hallway, and Sarah stopped short when she saw who was waiting by the dressing room door.

Roxy Love.
Probably the most infamous groupie in the tri-state area.
Who hadn't heard of her.
She also saw the door open, the woman being let into the room, and the door closing behind her.
Sarah felt a surge of jealousy go through her. Wait? jealousy? Why is she jealous again?
This is what he does, she told herself. You need to get a handle on feelings, these emotions where this man was concerned.
He was a rock star, which means he had lots and lots of sex with groupies.
You know how it works.
She pushed the feelings down and went and knocked on the door.
"Come in Sarah!" She heard, he sounded like he was laughing.
She opened the door and saw the beautiful woman leaning against the dressing table, and they *were* laughing.
She was gorgeous, long blonde hair, tall, big blue eyes, in a super sexy black dress that showed off her long legs.
She smiled at Sarah. "Hey there! My name is Roxy!" She turned to Jareth. "She is really pretty Jareth!"
Sarah feel the jealousy start to poke at her again, but once again shoved it back. "Hi, Sarah Williams. I know who you are..Roxy Love right? You are very..well known. I bet you have some great stories."
The tall woman chuckled. "Yes, I suppose I do. Just saying hello to my old friend here. I'll let you get back to your interview."
"Another great show, Jareth. I'll be outside."
The woman went outside and closed the door.
Jareth stood and crossed the room, standing in front of Sarah.
"How did you enjoy my concert, Sarah?" He said in a soft voice.
She looked up at him. He saw a bit of a fire in her eyes.
"Wow..nothing but the best for you..right Mr. King? Roxy Love..that's..impressive."
Jareth narrowed his eyes, noticing her ire. "Sarah..." he went to put a hand on her arm.
She jerked it away. "I'm sorry, Mr. King, I should not have said that. Ugh. I don't know what is up with me lately. When I'm around you I get to caught up in my emotions. I don't get it."
Jareth smiled to himself. He knew why. It was the bond that was created years ago. He could not tell her that, though.
He tried again, taking her arm. "Sarah, I understand. This..business tends to be riddled with highly emotional people. I...feel the same. We have a connection, you and I."
She looked up into his face and stepped closer. "You..you feel it too?"
He put his other hand on her shoulder, caressing in softly. "Yes, love. I do. From the moment I saw you. you are...well..it's hard to describe. Radiant, I suppose is the right word."
He made a move then, taking her face into his hands, touching it gently.
She wet her lips in anticipation, she could not help it, she could not stop it.
His eyes were soft and she saw the longing there.
She was sure he could see the same in hers. All the feelings her stirred her, all the emotion that had pooled in her belly that had started to rise watching him perform spilled to the surface.
He bent down and kissed her softly, and went lightheaded, almost swooning with the sensation of tasting her for the first time.
Sarah's knees weakened, she felt her body basically fall against his, as he deepened the kiss.
She opened for him, letting him in, her arms winding around his back. Thier tongues intertwining.
All of the sudden a thought went through her head. What the hell am I doing? This cannot happen!
She jerked back, bringing her hand to her mouth.
"Oh..umm..I am soooo sorry, Mr. King..I...I let myself get caught up in the moment. Ugh!"
Jareth was in a bit of a daze. He wanted to grab her and press himself against her..he could kiss her for eternity.
He finally came back to the moment.
"Sarah...please..I'm not sorry. Please don't be..you are..intoxicating." He reached for her again.
Sarah shook her head, not just to say no, but to clear it and stepped back.
"Mr. King..I can't. This story means everything to me. I've waited forever for it. I can't jeopardize it."
She turned to leave. But turned back for a moment. "Your show was incredible...I need to..I'll see you tomorrow."
She opened the door and fled, looking fora car to take her back to the hotel.
Jareth sighed, and went back to his chair and collapsed in it..frustrated.
The blonde woman waiting outside saw Sarah's flight, and went back in.
"Is she the one, Your Majesty?" She asked quietly.
What Sarah did not know, was that Roxy Love was Roxanna, an immortal, and an old friend of Jareth's.
They had grown up together.
She was banished many years before, for supposedly attempting to usurp the authority of Lord Brayson. whom she despised.
It was well known Lord Brayson greatly disliked mortals, and in reality, Roxanna had fallen in love with one, and paid the price.
She took her banishment and married her mortal, a man named John Shore, whom she had hoped to bring to the underground and had been denied.
They had a daughter, Violet. As a halfling she had the opportunity as an adult to live in the underground, and took it.
He knew what she was, and thought himself lucky to have a gorgeous, wonderful wife, even though she had to glamour herself for others to appear older, to match his aging personage. In private she was as young and beautiful as the day he had first seen her in the woods when he had been fishing.
He often wondered what he had done to be so blessed.
She could have delayed his death for a time, but John had refused, accepting his fate. Roxanna stayed with him until the bitter end.
She did not see his aging body. She saw his spirit, his heart, glowing brightly through the graying hair and wrinkling skin of humanity. So she took care of him, and held him as he died in her arms.
When he was gone to the Summerlands, she left her aboveground home, her life, and made a new one in New York.
She had had to fake her own death to do it. But she did not consider that death a lie. The woman who had been married to John Shore was dead. Only her daughter, allowed to visit her for 3 days a year, and other immortals knew who she was.
She had never been allowed to see the two children Violet had bore.
She missed John and vowed to never love another.
However she was stuck in the mortal world, so she took her pleasures where she could. She love music and musicians because of their open, creative nature.
"Yes, Roxanna, she is." He answered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I had no idea this would be so difficult."
Roxy smiled sadly at him. "Love is never easy, Jareth. don't give up. I am wishing with every fiber of my being that this works, and you get to go home and take her with you."
"As a king you have the ability to do what I could not. I hope for you the eternity with your love, the one I didn't get."
"Let me tell you, watching them grow old and die is...I don't wish that for anyone. They are so fragile, but in so many way stronger than any of us could ever be. They face their mortality every day, and keep going. Sometimes I think it would be easier, to be mortal."
Jareth gave her a small smile. "Thank you, Roxanna. It is good to see you. It's nice to have old friends here."
She reached over and squeezed his hand. "Yes..well I'm going to go find myself a tasty little morsel for the evening. You go get her. See ya later."
She took off in search of her pleasures..head held high as she walked through the crowd.
This was all she had left, she thought, the physical release that made her forget, for a while, her loneliness.
Jareth watched her leave, then quickly changed and did his duty. He signed autographs, smiled, and greeted any and all mortal fans that managed to get a pass or get through security.
Then he finally was able to flee to the safety of his car..wanting to get back to the hotel and sleep.
He also needed to figure out how to get Sarah to break down her walls of resistance, and fall in love with him.
Jareth sunk into the leather of the seat and watched unseeing as the car made it's way through the crowds, into the street, and to the hotel.

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Sarah found a cab and fled back to the hotel. It was worth having to pay for the ride to get away from Jareth King.
She was angry at herself, pacing back and forth in her room.
She stopped and looked around. This beautiful luxurious room Jareth King provided her with.
"Tomorrow I need to speak with Mr. Franklin about getting a simple room as far away as possible from this level."
She couldn't trust herself.
"Crap!" She exclaimed out loud. "How could I kiss him! Let him kiss me! What the hell was I thinking! Arrgh..really damn smooth Sarah."
She stopped and plopped down into a nearby chair.
"I need to think. One; There is definitely something odd going on here. Two; every time I get near the man I do something stupid. Three; I kiss him...or let him kiss me."
"I've never been this out of control before. I've been around plenty of attractive men, lots of musicians, artists, writers..and always managed to refrain. Why now? Am I just horny? Or have I gone insane? He is sexy as hell, but I can't torpedo my career for a roll in the hay."
She sighed dramatically, and kicked off her boots.
"Whatever, I think I'm just going to sleep on it."
She changed and laid in the enormous bed staring at the dark ceiling...trying to figure out how it got this far.
How in one day she could feel so strongly for this man.
Why she was inexplicably pulled towards him.
What on earth is happening to me? She thought. What is so special about Jareth King? So he is handsome. Charming, sexy.

Almost..dare she say it..magical on stage. So what?
Because, her inner voice said, in simple terms, he is the one.
Sarah ignored her inner voice, who had obviously been reading too many romance novels.
"No such thing! Stop saying that!" She said through gritted teeth.
Finally after tossing and turning for several hours, she slept.

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The Castle Beyond the Goblin City:
"Sir Derryn!" The bellowed echoed through the castle, making Derryn sigh in exasperation.
These unannounced visits by Lord Brayson wery getting tiresome.
He turned to see the portly man coming towards him huffing and puffing.
"Good day Lord Brayson, how can I help you today?"
"How goes it in The Goblin kingdom, Sir Derryn? Everything running smoothly, while your King is aboveground?" The man asked.
Derryn examined Brayson's face, trying to surmise why he was here this time. "Fine, My Lord, all is well. quiet."
He didn't dare tell of sending the goblins above as Jareth had ordered.
Like most humans, the man he had been ordered to set the goblins on could not see the goblins because he had no belief in them.
By the time they were done running amok, throwing things around, whispering in his ears, poking at him and knocking his possessions to the floor, cackling with glee, the man had been hiding in the bathroom summoning the police complaining of ghosts, and invisible beings torturing him.
It was amusing to watch the police, after a thorough search of the home, shake their heads in wonder as he had insisted he was telling the truth.
Finally they took the man away, saying something about a 72 hour mandatory psych evaluation at a nearby hospital.
"Ah..yes..good good. Tell me, have you spoken to His Majesty recently?" he was asked.
"Yes, just this evening. He wanted to update me on the situation. The mortal girl has been located and is now within his reach. He is beginning to bond with her as we stand here. Soon they will all return."
Lord Brayson's face fell. He hated The Goblin King, and was hoping he would fail. It did not help the case that Lord Brayson's nephew, Lord Kiernan, had been the other person up for nomination to run the challenge to rule The Goblin Kingdom.
Jareth had been given the honor, and won the challenge. Not a surprise, to most.
Jareth was the most gifted, magically, in many thousands of years to be born in the realm.
Lord Brayson was of the opinion Jareth had been brash and reckless up until that point, and that he had cheated in the challenge, which of course was not possible.
Unless The Labyrinth allowed it, which Lord Brayson did not know. He had little clue as to The Labyrinth's true nature, he just knew it was powerful and wanted it.
He could not reveal that to Sir Derryn though.
"I see. Well, very good, I suppose. Good to hear. Is he still playing at being a performer?"
"Yes. It was the perfect choice. His Majesty as you know, has a way with mortals." Derryn answered.
"Yes, well, they aren't the brightest creatures, are they? Almost as stupid as these disgusting goblins, I'd say." Brayson said, looking around with a grimace.
"I don't know why Jareth would want to put a mortal girl on the throne, even if she becomes immortal, she will still think like one. but as he is a king I do not have authority to tell him who he can marry."
"He says she is very clever, very bright. I trust his judgement. No ordinary person could solve The Labyrinth, Lord Brayson, very few of our kind could even do it. One in 10,000 years is given the chance." Derryn told him, defending his king and friend.
Lord Brayson waved his hand in dismissal. "Whatever, no matter. It's not like it makes a difference who is queen here anyway.
"The Goblin Kingdom is by far the smallest in the underground. If it weren't for the presence of The Labyrinth, no one would pay any attention to it." He said, trying to sound nonchalant.
In truth he knew how powerful, how important this kingdom was, but he didn't want the other man to know he knew.
"Alright, well, I suppose that is all I wanted for now. I better get back to court and let everyone know of The Goblin king's progress." with that he was gone, leaving Sir Derryn shaking his head.
Lord Brayson appeared in his rooms, then started pacing, trying to figure out something to thwart The Goblin King just long enough to be rid of him.
Then he could put simple minded Kiernan on The Goblin Throne and finally have control of the one thing he most coveted..the most powerful being in existence, The Labyrinth itself.
Suddenly he stopped. "I've got it!" He said to himself. He rushed out the doors and down to the immortal registrar's offices.
He had some work to do do.
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