In The Blood - Chapter 9 - TheKettleWitch - Labyrinth () [Archive of Our Own]
Glenn and Abraham's deaths fracture the foundation of the Alexandria community . Beyond coping with the loss of their lives and meeting Negan's demands. Anne Van Helsing married a man called Harold Kemp in and two the great-grandson of Professor Abraham Van Helsing," she explained. The pair of them had stayed up late into the night talking about Count Dracula and Jareth, Sarah almost gasped as it looked so like her copy of The Labyrinth. Jareth (Labyrinth) · Sarah Williams · Mina Harker · Count Dracula · Abraham Van Sarah was lying with her eyes closed next to a scruffy looking male "I will not mourn for you, my love," Jareth spoke softly in her ear as if she were only sleeping. By his reckoning, the strength of their connection gave him.
Would that it were my greatest offence, as I now fear something infinitely worse has overtaken it.
Distressed as I was to hear of the desecration of a number of graves in Highgate Cemetery, it was nothing to the horror I felt upon learning that the final resting place of my dear departed friend, and the most gallant of man, Mr Quincey Morris, had been disturbed.
At first, it appeared to be nothing more than a random act of vandalism, as unfortunately, these things do occur.
It was only when I received a report from an acquaintance in Transylvania, regarding strange activity around Dracula's old castle that my fears begin to mount. Upon closer investigation, I discovered that when the tomb of Mr Quincey Morris was disturbed, his Bowie knife, which he used to inflict the decisive blow upon the Count and which had subsequently been buried with him, had been stolen.
Furthermore, the unmarked grave in which the casket containing Dracula's ashes had been laid to rest fell under suspicion of being tampered with. My Transylvanian acquaintance, Father Grigore, did inform me in his correspondence that the earth appeared to have been disturbed. He did personally undertake to determine if the casket was still interred there, and he reported it was. But I could never be easy in my mind that some kind of substitution had not taken place.
Father Grigore did write to me on one last occasion before his death in He reported hearing of strange rituals taking place in the forest surrounding the Count's castle. The gipsies who once aided Dracula were suspected of dwelling there, and they were rumoured to practice the dark arts.
Father Grigore's congregation spoke of their fears regarding reputed virgin sacrifices and wild orgies amongst the trees. Many villagers reported seeing a dreadful spectre with glowing red eyes stalking them. I did attempt to catalogue these sightings.
In The Blood - Chapter 16 - TheKettleWitch - Labyrinth () [Archive of Our Own]
But alas, as I've been in uncertain health, I could not undertake to travel to Transylvania. There was scant solid evidence to support the presence of a vampire, as no actual victims were ever found. However, in such a remote rural location, one can never be sure that all missing persons are a matter of record.
It is my belief that an attempt was made to resurrect Count Dracula. I further believe that some vital ingredient was lacking in the process, which led him to be brought back in a weaker state than had hitherto been the case.
I did immediately write to warn the Harker's to be on their guard, and likewise all those still living who'd ever had any dealings with the Count. His two companions had been sat in rapt attention and they gazed at him expectantly. But it does at least give some explanation as to how Dracula could still be around, albeit in a weakened or non-corporeal form. The young woman before him didn't take it anywhere near as calmly. Her friend already knew as she too held the same status.
But to confess such a thing to a near-stranger left her mortified. Sarah embraced her, knowing the mix of emotions she felt and sharing her overwhelming fear. He remained willing to entertain the possibility that vampires existed, but he required solid evidence to become a true believer.
Otherwise, all he had to draw upon was folklore and second-hand reports. Billie nodded gratefully, at least she'd found someone who might be able to help her which was more than she had, and it gave her hope.
Jude rummaged around in his bag and brought out a weighty black leather bound book. My great-grandfather uncovered many similarities between vampires and faeries in certain folktales. These creatures were reputedly extremely attractive as you can see. Sarah's gawked in shock as she examined the image on the page. But as neither of them was particularly gifted in the art of drawing, they'd had no likeness to gaze upon until now. Jude could offer no explanation for that, nor could he come up with anything that might expel him, except for the old wife's tales of using cold iron and certain herbs like St.
He had compiled a list of dos and don'ts for both of them, in the event that they should come face to face with their respective nightmares.
You say he has no power over you. Therefore, you should be safe, so long as you abide by the rules I put on your list. But beware, because the fae can be tricky, although they reputedly cannot lie.
Whatever his motivation for stalking you, I believe he needs to regain some kind of hold over you before he can proceed. In her dreams, the Goblin King was her lover, leading her on a voyage of discovery through a sexual encyclopaedia of pleasure. It wasn't just about the physical; he knew her body and soul. Her fear came from not knowing where it would lead to in reality, or what his ultimate intentions were. Jude offered to escort them back to the museum entrance.
In fact, she'd never heard of it. She did promise to keep trying to track one down so we can compare it to your version, which does seem uncannily tailored to your own personal circumstances. Hopefully, she'll have it by the time the other books I'm waiting for are ready. He walked them past the human evolution exhibits.
- Jareth the Goblin King
As they paused briefly at the statue of Charles Darwin, Billie smirked. There was warmth in his sapphire blue eyes and she found his geeky appearance endearing. He smiled back at her, not unaffected by her beauty but keenly aware of her being eight years his junior. Who's to say that all these creatures we define as being supernatural didn't evolve in such a way? He was due to start his shift at work and so they said their farewells.
It elicited a yelp of pain from her which caused Jareth to release her from his arms. Searching for the culprit, she grimaced in disgust at the discovery she'd sat on a broken chicken bone.
Fowl remains of all kinds littered every part of it. Carcases, feathers, faeces, eggs; smashed and whole. Beer barrels with leaking taps had been left to create stale-smelling puddles. The goblins were obviously still running amok, although the place was suspiciously clear of them for the moment.
For the first time, she noticed the shoes he'd conjured for her were ruby encrusted slippers. Jareth sprang up to join her.4:Labyrinth Jareth/Sarah Part2/4 Mistaken belief
Casting a disdainful eye around his throne room, he grimaced, "I suppose it is looking a little shabby," he admitted as he kicked away a bowl of mouldering chicken stew.
It never bothered him much before as he loathed the place. One didn't expend energy and lavish attention on making a hellhole more habitable. Besides, the goblins were slovenly creatures and finery would be wasted on them.
But if his queen desired pretty things to look at other than her king, of course, he would be accommodating.
Jareth twirled a crystal ball, which seemed to appear from out of nowhere. This place wasn't her home, nor was it ever likely to be. Noting him eyeing her with an expectant look, she threw her hands up in exasperation, "Surprise me.
Sarah spied a round porthole window behind her, and she turned her attention from the disarray inside to the outside. For the first time since her return, it struck her she was actually back in the Goblin Kingdom. The Labyrinth stretched out beyond the horizon illuminated by the strange orange sky. It all looked exactly as she remembered, from a distance at least. The sensation it evoked wasn't exactly akin to a homecoming, but it certainly gave her warm fuzzy feelings.
Her query irked Jareth and the crystal ball popped like a bubble in his hand. His intentions of redecorating the room evaporated with it. He sulkily strode over to his throne and sat down, slinging one leg over the Horned arm.
Her brow furrowed as she figured out what he meant. I demand you let them go right now.
For that, he was willing to be generous. Three years languishing in the dank castle dungeons probably constituted sufficient punishment. It should make his wretched subjects think twice before defying him again. Sarah wanted to wipe the smirk off his face. And, if it didn't mean condemning her old friends to remain locked in their undoubtedly bleak cells, she would have unleashed her temper. The Goblin King appeared satisfied and roared to attract the attention of his guards.
Two clattering, clumsy, armoured goblins appeared, doing their best to stand to attention. Jareth exasperatedly waved them away and turned his attention back to Sarah.
Perhaps he'd lived in isolation for too long with only imbecilic creatures for company. It might have rendered him incapable of sustaining a romantic relationship. He did not doubt his ability to satisfy Sarah in bed. But the rest of the time, they would surely drive each other crazy.
Maybe it would be for the best if he carried on living alone and let the wretched title of Goblin King die with him. He wanted her to save his sanity, not push him over the edge of reason.
Except, somehow he knew, as he'd known three years ago, that she was his salvation. Sarah felt a rising wave of panic; he didn't really intend to keep her prisoner, did he? What about her family and friends? Billie, for one, was counting on her. But that doesn't mean I want to be your queen or anything else for that matter.
But she couldn't accept, not at the age of eighteen and maybe, never. Relationships need to be built on more than physical attraction, however strong that might be. Was he the kind of man she could build a future with? He wasn't even a man at all, he was a character from a book.
The Goblin King remained as much a fantasy as he was flesh and blood. Jareth reached down the side of his throne and produced his crystal topped riding crop. Sarah gulped as he got up and stalked towards her.
She sucked in a breath as he gently stroked the underside of her chin with the leather tip. She didn't reply as he glared at her, his strange eyes cold and cruel. You could all complain about how unfair everything is together. This was the real Goblin King, the one she'd rightly feared as much as desired. The move startled her and tried to step away from him, but he grabbed hold of her wrist.
You said you'd have no claim on me and I believed you. Do you want to make it third time lucky for him? Sarah gasped in wonderment as he dropped it into her open palm. She closed her fingers around it and let out a sigh of frustration. Why did he have to be such an infuriating creature? He could be so sweet and such thrilling company if he stopped playing his nasty games.
Jareth returned to his throne in a contemplative state and cursed his earlier procrastination. He might have had longer to tempt her to stay if he hadn't wasted so much of the day wallowing in self-pity. His magic wouldn't be strong enough to pull her back into his world again until Samhain, and that was months away. He could visit her in the meantime, but the mortal realm drained his magic and weakened him and so he could never stay for long.
Sarah would be transported back to where she came from at the stroke of midnight unless he could bind her to him. Unfortunately for him, his power over her had its limits.
Jareth refused to take her by force. Seducing her into bed before the clock chimed twelve would be a tall order, even for him. Sarah watched as he silently debated his next course of action.
The king opened his mouth as if to speak but the sound of raucous singing invaded the room from somewhere outside and put him off. The smell of burning wood drifted in through the window along with other, more mouth-watering aromas.
The goblins seemed to be engaged in some kind of frivolous revelry which included drinking, singing, feasting, and lighting bonfires. Jareth joined her as they put their squabbling on hold.
Things about Labyrinth you only notice as an adult
A goblin, with dark green skin and fuzzy white hair, brought over a tray with two silver goblets on it. The goblin joined his friends and they broke into much giggling and suggestive gesticulating, to the king and his companion's dismay. He led her over to where a merry band played a lively jig.