Author's Notes: ok I saw the amazing Labyrinth a few months ago and this has just been rolling around in my head. It kind of bothered me how the movie didn't quite go in depth with the Goblin King so I decided to fill in that gap! I wanted to make him a little, ok A LOT darker than he was in the movie because lets face it: he is the GOBLIN king. I'm probably not going to make this a one shot but it may take me awhile to update because I have other stories that I desperately need to update first. Please leave plenty of reviews and let my know if the characters are believable and such. Thanks!

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I stare at the raven haired vixen from the shadows, my mismatched eyes roving over her tense form as she struggles to find the baby. Her slender legs sprint up the winding stairs, her emerald eyes longing for any sign of the tiny mortal. Such cruel eyes framed in an angelic face.

How you turned my world you precious thing

I fall past her, pleading whispers escape my lips. My body meets another platform and I emerge, walking confidently, yet I've never felt so fragile.

You starve and near exhaust me

I materialize through the stone barrier and appear behind the young woman. No not even that. She's still but a child. Oh but she looks so enticing with surprise painted on her face. Those cherry stained lips, china doll face, and emerald orbs fringed with black silk.

Everything I've done, I've done for you

I walk towards her, eyes boring into her. She is cautioned by the closing distance. She backs away a mere fraction as my warm breath washes over her. Her lips part in surprise…even fear, my determined features locked into her light green pools. I feel her gasp sharply as I pass through her. I suddenly feel so cold. I turn back to her , and raise my arm, wrapped in embroidered leather. Why does she look at me so? Am I THAT revolting?

I move the stars for no one

I lean over the edge, collapsing into the abyss. Wind rushing through straw locks and caressing my flesh. She wouldn't even care if my body collided with the unforgiving stone. All I've done for her. Absolutely worthless.

You run so long, you've run so far

And she did. All she did for the pathetic little human. And she doesn't even realize that she could have never won if I hadn't let her. All for her. I run under her. I feel her. Her frantic heart beating. A single step and I'm staring into those cold eyes once again.

Your eyes can be so cruel

Does she not know what I've done for her? Why does she regard me with such resentment? Green mirrors narrowed and pretty mouthed pursed. A crystal rolls carelessly in my hands. I'm holding my own heart to her. Small and made of glass.

Just as I can be so cruel

And I can be. Oh the things I could have done. I could have taken EVERYTHING. Her little friends, gone. Her brother, gone forever. Even her very sanity. I gave her a chance to reclaim everything. I never counted on her taking everything from me. She doesn't hear me sing. The lovely words which leave my lips never seem to reach her ears. Surely she would surrender if she listened. Just listen my precious thing. I throw my heart away, the crystal bouncing noisily up the stairs. Grubby fingers of the young thing grasp it tightly. She calls its name. Not a word spoken to me. I am left. Alone as she runs past me for the little demon. I despise the tiny monster. He led her to me only to snatch her away.

Though I do believe in you, yes I do believe in you

I do believe in her. She needs to let go. Let go of it all. For me as I have done for her. Just stay with me you wretched thing. Why don't you listen? Can you not hear me? Or do you not want to?

Live without your sunlight

I feel so heavy, my body leaned against the cracked stone surface. Why do I feel so damn weak? Look what you have done to me. I am breaking. At your feet, but you continue to step on them. My shards and pieces.

Love without your heartbeat

She tries so hard to reach him. The stairs seem to twist and warp with every turn of her head. Well, they don't seem to my dear. With the wave of my hand, I can take everything. But I don't. It's not that I can't. I just won't. I try to get you to listen, but all you care about is that damn child. My words are hollow to you, my melodies are dust in the air. Dead and without meaning. What else do I have to do for you?

I--I--can't live…within you

It hurts so much, this revolting feeling. It's slowly consuming me. I hate it. I feel so damn lost. She doesn't care. My eyes are down, deep pools of unmatched blue, clouded with gray. Her teasing eyes rest on the candy caned child. He's within reach. Just a small jump down. She's got the child. I can get her alone now. She got what she came for. Now she won't be distracted from me. Then she'll listen. Then she'll love me. The girl jumps, but her feet never reach intended ground. I watch her float down, the child I now despise so, is cradled in my hands, twitching. I glare at the innocent eyes, curly gold locks. Funny how I thought this baby was anything like me. Well your not. But we do have a similar desire, I think. We both can't have her. And I don't plan to share.

I give it to one of my disfigured minions, giving it one last sneer as it is carried away. I suppose neither one of us will see you again. I turn back towards her, her graceful form descending through the swirling abyss. I make sure her anxious feet finally reach the comforting ground. She looks around, confusion and awe are etched into her porcelain face. Now you will listen to me. I appear to her, emerging from reaching shadows, shrouded in cloaks of white. A light fog swirls between our distant forms. She stands her ground as I approach, her ebony locks lightly caress her face. Just like I should be.

Give me the child

Her rose petal lips form such harsh words. The soft mouth cuts me deep. Doesn't she understand? Am I not worthy? Why would she rather seek companionship with twenty pounds of worthless, feeble flesh? The very thought angers me, if not wounds me.

Sarah, beware. I have been generous up until now, but I can be cruel.

It feels right to say her name. Like a first note in a symphony of pleasures. But she has no idea how cruel and heartless I can be. In fact…it seems like I never had a heart until I laid my eyes upon her. She will see reason and be mine. All mine.

Generous? What have you done that's generous?

That ungrateful witch! That relentless seductress! Does she truly believe that she made it this far ON HER OWN? The very thought would normally make me sneer with scorn but the way she cocked her pretty little head, mockingly, only antagonized me.

Everything! Everything you wanted I have done. You ASKED that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me. I WAS frightening. I have reordered time! I have turned the world UPSIDE DOWN and I did it all for you….I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn't that generous?

Ah damn her! That accursed speech slips through her lips and pounds into my head. It is excruciating. She comes towards me, her words stab into my ears. I step back, hoping to soften the blows of her hard words. She follows my every step. Why do you hurt me so, you little siren? I hold my hand up to her, severing her words my eyes struggle to find her, blinded by the pain.

Stop! Wait…Look Sarah. Look what I'm offering you…your dreams.

My gloved hands now hold a crystal before her eyes. The smooth surface swims with vibrant pink and purple. Her lithe form is embracing me , fingers laced together. We are dancing once again in the enchanted ballroom except smiles are painted on both of our faces. It is not only her dreams inside this tiny sphere, but mine as well.

She is unfazed! Her eyes harden with determination and concentration. She continues to walk towards me, words tumbling from her mouth. I back up still clutching wistful dreams tightly in my hand. So weak…

I ask for so little…just let me rule you….and you can have…everything.

She needs to understand. If she just admits her love, she shall experience true happiness and bliss. I can give her everything she ever needs and desires. She will never have to return to that world. Just give me your pulsating heart. Just stay and remain with me.

She turns her head to the side, struggling on the last line. One that could steal her away. One last time. One final chance. My pained eyes plead with her, the glass globe is once again presented to her, the vibrant swirls glow more tenaciously than ever. My lead heart thudding in my chest.

Just fear me. Love me. Do as I say and I will be your slave.

Sarah, my poisoned little peach, you have robbed me of everything. My heart is screaming to you. Can you not hear it? Everything I once was is trapped inside of you. Inside you mind and body. Is it so bad that I ask the same of you? All I want is everything. I stopped breathing. There is a deathly silence, so thick. She chews on her bottom lip, thinking. What are you pondering little Sarah?

She looks up at me, her green eyes flashing with hope. My grip tightens on the orb, close to my chest. I see what is to come before the damned words even leave her lips. She looks at me with such satisfaction and triumph, the little wanton.

You have no power over me

There was no feeling in it at all. Nonchalant, like a single note strung out for eternity. She felt nothing at all. She never did. My heart was disintegrating, slowly crumbling away into dust, to fill the rest of my hollow form. I give her one last look of sorrow before tossing my. Her dreams into the air. I feel my self falling, the floor swallowing me, white cloaks enveloping my body. The last thing I remember seeing was her wretched hand catching the glass orb. For a split second her eyes view what could have been. Her cruel orbs are un reacting when the dreams shatter in her hand. Clouds of pink, purple, orange and green. Destroyed. Decimated. Broken. Lost. The clock pounds in my head. That infernal pounding. Her time is up. All thirteen hours are done. My body soars, white silk transforming into heavy wings. The wind caresses my face, but its touch feels hollow. Damn that clock. The immortal instrument of taunting and mockery. Be silent! Can you not see me weeping? My newly converted form, twirls around her . She is back at her wretched house, eyeing me suspiciously as I fly around her. I leave her standing there alone as I fly out a welcoming window. I feel so heavy. My heart, is now made of lead. You little wretch.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!

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My talons grip my thin wooden perch with a newfound rage. My now ebony eyes glow with hatred and loathing. My heart no longer beats. Not for you. Or for anyone for that matter. No one sees me outside her window. Such joyous faces, eyes flashing, tinkling laughter. So many damn smiles. Brightly colored paper paints the room. A squawking creature, set ablaze with orange, scarlet, and yellow feathers. That traitorous and repulsive lump from the corners of my realm. The tiny ball of fluff that was irritatingly overconfident. That enormous mass of stupidity that befriends rocks. The poor excuse of a prophet with the annoying foreign hat. Pitiful, yet they all belong to me. Just as she should. Does. Its disgusting. She has already forgotten me. Already moved past the torment she caused me. Shoved me away like the small toys that were now crammed in her desk drawer. Well my dear Sarah, I haven't forgotten you. And I don't plan to let you remain so jubilant. I want to see precious tears streak your rosy cheeks. Your emerald eyes dull hopelessly. You will lose everything. I will watch you crack and shatter like the dreams you tossed away so carelessly. You will regret. You will cry. You will fear. Scream. Hate. Obey. All my doing.

I tear my eyes away from the grotesque scene and open my pearl wings. The sky cradles my body, stars shining mirthlessly. The moons awaits with glowing, open arms. As I enter her warm embrace, I feel a malevolent smile spread onto my face.

Very soon Sarah…You'll give me everything.