Hiya guys! This is the very first fanfic I have ever written so I am well aware it's pretty naff so no flames please guys, only constructive critism :( But I also thought that because it was the first one I had ever written It should really be the first one to go up :-)

Let me know what you think, I'm contemplating re-doing it and maybe continuing it on, or maybe leaving it as a one shot. I dunno. I just wanted to see if you guys liked the initial idea :)

Also I apologize if there are any spelling errors etc. Just let me know.

Description: Set immediately after Sarah's defeat of the Labyrinth, Jareth returns home in a fool mood. His views of the brief aftermath.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth or any of the characters, I have just borrowed them for my own personal amusement. If I did, I wouldn't be here right now.

The throne room was alive with the noisy chatter and clatter of the usual goblin suspects making a mess and tormenting a few poor chickens. The Goblin King's recent defeat to the young Sarah Williams gave them all something to be talking about, in a hushed way while said King was off elsewhere probably causing havoc.

It seemed that the King had fallen for the young mortal girl and had offered everything to her, only to be rejected with his heart and kingdom defeated. One may say that it was foolish to offer the girl such a thing at such a young age, and one would be right. For she did not understand the true nature of what the King offered her and he was therefore banished to a broken heart.

It was only a few hours since the Labyrinth had been defeated but the Goblins could already feel trouble brewing beneath the surface as the King had not been seen since the final battle, giving the Kingdom a greater sense of unease.

The air crackled with electrifying magic, more so than usual. Jareth was in a foul mood. This was very clear, as the Labyrinth atmosphere would usually reflected the King's mood, and today was no different apart from the fact that the mood was terrifying.

The air was thick with magic, thunder clouds began rolling in over the darkening mountain tops overlooking the castle walls, as the ground began to throb uncontrollably beneath their feet.

The goblins quieten. Each looked around at each other with a sense of impending doom until the room was eerily silent. The sound of powerful magic coursing the air and waves of anger emanating throughout the land was all that could be heard through the ever darkening night.

Thunder began to crash as lightening streaked the sky illuminating the darkened land below. A lightening bolt lit the room as the white snowy owl streamed into the room. Jareth landed gracefully with a crash in his fae form in the centre of the silent room.

Nobody moved.

The tension was thick and daring as Jareth let the glitter dust fall to the ground from his transformation. His breathing was harsh but steady as he stared angrily at the floor. He was so very still, like a predator before he made his attack, but yet was horribly aware of the terrified audience that surrounded him. Rage and power emanated off of him, causing the floor to tremble and various objects around the room to come crashing to the floor shattering into tiny pieces.

Moments passed, until the Goblin King finally let out a whisper that was so terrifying that the Gods themselves would have run for cover.

"Get out." He whispered, it was laced with venom, rage and above all else, pain.

For what felt like forever, no one moved. Goblins nervously looked around at each other trying to certify what they had just heard from one another. The answer was made extremely clear the next moment when Jareth jolted his head up to look upon his subjects with a terrifying gaze. His hair wasn't the usual light blonde mess that they all knew, but a darker sharper style and his eyes, his eyes had turned solid black with electric blue specks; they were wild and ferocious like a predatory beast. His stare was so furious and horrifying that the Goblins didn't need telling twice. All of a sudden they got up and ran for the nearest exits just as Jareth began to exposed his razor sharp teeth and let out an animalistic growl.

"Get out, GET OUT!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs, sending off a wave of power and rage that shattered the surrounding windows and mirrors. Glass fell from every wall coating the stone floor. He roared again as he spun on his heel, drawing himself to his full height and sent a crystal flying after the now extremely fast retreating goblins. The crystal smashed against the closing door and burst into flames igniting the drapes that surrounded it.

The king stood and stared coldly at the ever consuming flames licking at the stone walls and slowly creeping around the room as it found more of the surroundings to destroy.

Jareth studied the fire silently as it slowly consumed everything in its path. He couldn't help but let out a cold cruel laugh as he saw the irony of the comparison between his love for the mortal and the ever consuming fire that destroyed everything around it.

The fire was cruel and consuming yet in the right light passionate and romantic. He had had his heart consumed by a young mortal girl. A mortal! She had such power over him and it was her who had done this to him. She had made him feel… He had given her everything! Everything, and she had just thrown it back in his face. Callous and unfeeling after everything he had done. The thought of this angered the King as he once again began to bare his teeth and bellow.

Turning several times on his heel he slung crystals at a great force causing explosions of fire to erupt around the entire room. The whole room was now ablaze, the flames caressing the tall ceiling as the stone walls began to crumble around him. Dust and ash filled the air as he breath in deeply, his chest and lungs burning from the heat and smoke.

He held the breath allowing the pain to consume him for a moment, before releasing it and allowing his appearance to return to normal. He liked being able to feel physical pain occasionally, it reminded him that he was alive.

He slowly strode towards his throne and collapsed into it resting his head upon his hand and sighing deeply. For once in his life the King was at a loss. Even though she had smashed his heart into a thousand pieces and he wanted nothing more than to see her pay, he still loved the girl, though he would never admit it.

He would make her his. He would wait, he would have his revenge, and above all else, he would have her.

Jareth snapped his fingers and the flames vanished leaving the room in a smouldering dusty mess. First things first he thought, he was defiantly going to need a new throne room.

TBC or Not TBC? Dun Dun Dun…. Who knows lol xxxxx