This is the Second (technically third but I deleted the first one) Fanfcition I have uploded, I hope this is to everyones tastes. As people will discover I do like a dark kind of Jareth but not ruthless. In my eyes there is a complete difference, that being said I cannot promise that he wont have very dark and cruel moment's because sometimes thats just how my writing can go.

Anyways please read and review, id anyone has any questions then pleasw leave them and I will 100% do my best to answer them. OTHERWISE, please be patient with my speed in updating, sometimes it can be a few days and other times it can be a month. Please let me know what you think, Love NovaNights xx

USUAL DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR DO I PROFIT FRO THE LABYRINTH, IT IS OWNED BY JIM HENSON AND CO! SARAH, JARETH ETC MENTIONED IN THE FILM ARE NOT MINE BUT OTHERWISE OTHER CHARACTERS (HUGO FOR EXAMPLE) ARE MINE.

Introduction

"See that she is properly cleaned for his majesty, that wretched girl fell in the garden trying to escape me" Sarah huffed in annoyance, still struggling out of the grip of the men who had helped the hooded masked tyrant calling her a girl to obtain her. Nodding beneathe his cloak, his mask moving only slightly as he signalled to the maids who began to approach Sarah. Watching as they came towards her Sarah jerked her body further, desperately trying to scream beneathe the hand covering her mouth, she was uncomfortable as the hand pressed the cheeks of her mask into her face. "Allow her to speak, no one will hear her anyway" Sarah quietened at the sneer the masked stranger aimed at her. She presumed he was in charge, apart from whomever played his Majesty here. "I am not sure what happens at costume parties that you go to, but kidnaping girls is Illegal in any state! I demand you set me free!" finding her voice as soon as the hand was removed, Sarah decided to try the legal route before using any threats. "His Majesty selected you, you should be grateful. And also, its not Illegal in his Majesties land, besides he shall set you free once he is done"

Done? what did he mean by done? The figure turned to walk away to leave the attendants to prep her, but Sarah was not giving in. "Done? Done what exactly? I came here to enjoy the company of people who were part of a fantasy book club, not be kidnapped and used to fulfil some purpose that I am unaware of. I do not give my consent to be treated as a whore, if that is the meaning of this party then I will speak to Janet myself and leave the club" Hoping it would convince him she leant forward awaiting his reaction, she was horrified as laughter erupted from her captor, the guards holding her laughed alongside their ringleader, Sarah was nauseous. "This is nothing to do with your club, you are who his Majesty selected and I will waste no more time arguing with you. I need to go and tell his majesty we acquired you, he shall be ever so pleased" and with that he was gone.

Sarah looked at the maids who gave her a look of sympathy for they knew what their King was like with his mistresses. Sarah really didnt understand all this, what was going on here? Who was behind all this? She would ask, but for now she would have to wait and do her best to stop these women from pawing at her. She didn't care to impress a stranger, she only wanted answers.

"It is done your Majesty, you may have to tame this one. She is very disobedient and very demanding" Jareth smirked at his friend, this girl would be exactly what he needed. Jareth had spent the past six years bedding women who had particular attributes, but none of them had had the feistiness to challenge him, they simply would lay back and take whatever he gave. Perhaps this girl would be more alike the girl he truly desired.

"Thank you Hugo, I dont believe she will fight for very long... they never do" his remark earned a sly grin from Hugo. Although not in this setting, Hugo had witnessed first hand the power that Jareth held over people and had been shown how he got his way in all things.

"She was shouting demands from the moment I freed her lips, I have asked that a gag be placed in your suite incase she acts up." Jareth nodded his dismissal, with a low bow Hugo left The King to finish his dressing. Pulling on his black leather gloves, he was ready. Looking at himself in the mirror he couldnt help but grin, he was dressed in a simple white poets shirt which was cut low to reveal his chest, matched with grey snake skin printed leggings, to his knee height he wore black boots with a slight heel, winking to his reflection he cricked his neck almost ready to go to his suite. He hadnt bedded a woman in a few months in anticipation for this event, the last woman he had been with was dull she had simply walked in, bent over and smiled before leaving with her requested payment, the only time he had heard her voice was through her moaning. "Come on old boy, its time" downing a shot of whisky for courage he was ready for the fight he excitedly anticipated.

Chapter 1: Behind the Mask...

"Miss please just keep the mask on and do as he says, it would make it easier for you"

Sarah knew it was the hand maids way of comforting her, but this having been the forth time she had repeated those words made Sarah become more frustrated. She was being led by two men either side of her, who had a frim grip on her upper arms and she was not taking too kindly to being forced around and jerked like a ragdoll. "I just want to know who this person is, a first name perhaps? Thats all I am asking! ouch! will you quit it?!" hissing her request to the men escorting her so roughly. As she approached a room she saw the familiar figure shrouded still in the same black hood guarding the door, as she drew nearer he turned to face her Sarah could of sworn she saw the hint of a smirk beneath his disguise but as quick as she thought she saw something, it was gone. "His Majesty is inside, I will warn you because I am generous.." Generous? what has he done to be considered generous? Sarah could almost laugh at this idiots belief in his own attitude towards her. "My King loves games, the harder you fight him the more pleasure he will seek and the more punishment you shall suffer" Oh great words of advice, rolling her eyes Sarah just nodded. She was eager to meet this so called "King" so she could give him a piece of her mind.

The hooded man signalled to Sarahs holding guards, immediately they pushed her forward with impressive force so she stumbled into the figures chest, but before she could look up to his face he had pushed her to face the door. Swallowing hard she tried to keep calm. "Knock twice, do not speak unless spoken to or you shall regret it" he said with a sharp tug forward. Sighing she raised her right hand, knocking hard once then once agin, making sure she would be heard.

"Come in, Precious" A strong british voice came from inside spoke. Instantly sarah thought of anyone she knew who was british, but no one came to mind which just made her more nervous.

"Have fun" her not so gentle captor said patronisingly before opening the door slightly with one hand and launching her inside swiftly, once more she lurched forward falling to the floor with a thud as the door closed and locked behind her.

"Stand up, I wish to look at you My Pet" aware that she was now in the same room as the man behind all these orders she began to tremble slightly. Getting to her feet doing her best to swallow her worries, Sarah looked to face the king, her jaw dropped at the sight of A King she thought she had long since dreamt up. The man kidnapping girls such as herself was none other than The Goblin King himself.

"Well well well, what have we here?" Jareth smiled as he looked at the girl before him noticing how she visibly flinched at his words but her chin was still jutted out, a strong action showing him that indeed Hugo had been right; This girl would be a challenge. He took in her body, she was dressing beautifully in a silken green gown that matched the jade of her eyes it clung to her body bunching slightly around the low cut but conservative neck line and up the side was a long slit which showed the pale creaminess of her skin, her thick chocolate hair was placed back reminding him of the girl he was seeking in these almost meaningless endeavors, the style reminded him of how his desired mate had worn it at his ball when they danced together for their first and last time. She was beautiful, the most stunning of his lookalikes that Hugo had found him and probably the most alike the real Sarah he seeked.

"Oh you pretty thing... I am sure you have been told to keep on the mask and whilst i am sure you are very beautiful beneath it, it helps to hold my illusion together if you keep it on. I also do not wish to know your name, I will choose a name of which I think suits you and that is what you will answer to. Do you understand?" the girl before him nodded quickly, the small gesture frustrated him a little but he would not argue with her, he only hoped she would show some defiance soon or this would be as boring as the time before. Smiling to himself he would give her the same name he gave to all the girls he had lain with in the passed six years, a name he didnt know actually did belong to the girl who held his gaze. "Your name throughout this will be Sarah, does that suit you?"

"Your name throughout this will be Sarah, does that suit you?" hiding a smile, Sarah nodded knowing she couldnt argue it either way. She wondered as to whether Jareth knew it was her, if he did then surely his reactions would be different. "Prey tell, why Sarah? Is it a name you choose often for your.. er company, shall we say?" she challenged regarding him carefully. She wanted to know whether it was true, whether he had been bedding women and giving them her name. But what exactly did that mean? Did he do it as his own way of soothing his bruised ego from their battle from the past? Was it his minds way of pretending that he had some power over her, just how twisted was he?

"Well you're a curious little kitten arent you? If I tell you, will you promise to purr for me later?" he took a few steps towards her, holding her ground she nodded, her expression remaining impassive. "Well, Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl whose stepmother always made her stay home with the baby..." Sarah knew she was in trouble, he was telling their story... She watched as he began to stalk her, his stare undressing her, she was his prey and she didn't want to think what might happen if she were caught.

"and the baby was a spoiled child, and wanted everything to himself, and the young girl was practically a slave..." So entranced by how he told their tale, she didnt even flinch as he came to stand directly infront of her, his lips just mere inches from her own, his breath cooling her flushed face as he breathed. She was thankful that the mask she wore concealed her complexion. She knew the next bit, she had never forgotten it, how could she? And now, with him stood before her about to recite those words she felt both excited amd nauseous. It was a trap, it didnt mean anything, surely it couldnt mean anything...

Jareth took gently but firm in his gloved hand her chin, his phantom Sarah. This girl he liked, she had the same defiant chin that his own real Sarah had. "But what no one knew is that the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl..." her own breath betrayed her as she gasped, hearing that from his own lips. How could he have loved her? She was fifteen, he had to know who she was. "Enough, Goblin king. I wont allow you to toy with me" jerking her head roughly she broke from his hold, she backed away a few steps to create some distance. "Sarah, do not defy me" her eyes snapped onto his gaze, she saw his face was deadly serious. He had to know.

"How long have you been waiting for this? Watching me? I wont give into you, ever" Although she wanted to to come across as strong and unaffected by him but he still managed to unnerve her. "Dont think so much of yourself girl, I have not been watching you. Although yes I saw you come in and I chose you as my entertainment for the night, but I have not been stalking you believe me" his disgust angered her, how dare he? she was not entertainment, she was not a whore and she did not have to deal with his shit.

Seeing the offense harden her eyes, Jareth realised his honesty had hurt her. If he hurt her, it would make this next process all the more difficult and he wanted her, he needed a release. He wanted to see his Sarah in this girls eyes, and have her mewl beneath him. "My apologies Sarah, I do not mean to belittle you. I have a particular type, and upon seeing you the likeness you hold to my beloved stirred my sensual nature. Allow me to pleasure you this night and I promise you can have everything you want" his offerings had hardly changed, only now they were for more adult requests. She didn't know how to respond, sleep with the goblin king? the man who haunted her dreams? The man who had awoken her sexual fantasies as a young girl and had starved her of his presence? It was her own fault he had gone of course, he was the villian and she had defeated him and told him he held no power. But, now they were adults and he didnt even have to know it was truly her, not with the mask and some compliancy. So why couldn't she indulge?

Horrified she watched as Jareth conjured a crystal, allowing it to circle from his palm to the tip of his fingers in a fashion that made Sarah feel sick, this was all too familiar "Do you want it?" he stopped spinning the orb to hold it in front of her.

"No." came her blunt reply looking from the crystal to his eyes, she could see that his patience was wearing thin, most women he propositioned probably gladly took what he offered in exchange for their services, but Sarah was not one of those girls.

"Why? Is it not good enough for you? Am I not good enough for you? Do you not want it, Sarah? Do you not want me?" Sarah swallowed as his face lowered to hers, their eyes level he was searching for an answer, one that she was too afraid to actually give. She did want him, he knew so and her silence was as good as any verbal surrender. Before she could fight him his lips capture hers, arms encircling her waist he pulled her into him pressing his body into hers, trying to mould them into one. His lips were firm and yet so soft, she groaned at his touch feeling as though she had been fed after a long period of fasting, she was intoxicated in him. Boldly she gently pushed her tongue into his mouth earning a sharp intake from Jareth, pleased that she was reciprocating his touch.

Keeping her distracted with his skilled tongue, he moved his hands from behind her back, moving them to the fabric of her skirt at her hips. Slowly he started to gather skirt in his hands lifting it up, still swirling his tongue in her mouth. Sarah was on a cloud, she was kissing hum, she was kissing Jareth. Then she realised what he was doing, she was no longer just kissing him, she was kissing The Goblin King, the beast that intended to use her. "No, get off of me!" coming to her senses she pushed on the kings chest, breaking their kiss with a force that made him let go of her skirts and take two steps back. "You will lay with me willingly or I can convince you, I have been generous with you pet, but I can be cruel" fuck being treated this way Sarah thought to herself. Obviously he had forgotten his place, and she would remind him exactly of who she was and her position above him.

"Generous, Jareth? What have you done thats generous?" she fixed him with the same patronisingly bored stare she had years ago "Everyth-" he began to say those exact same words before he surveyed her, looking her up and down. She could see the cogs in his brain firing. "W-what did you just say?" The bafflement upon his lips amused Sarah. "I said. What have you done thats generous?" his eyes grew wide, pupils both dilating as he finally realised just who was stood before him.

"Sarah Williams..." he breathed her name like it was a silent prayer almost as if he were wishing a ghost to be called from its grave.

"Surprised to see me, Jareth? I must say I am flattered by your attempts to satisfy your need for me, but its never been me has it?" reaching behind her head she undid the silk ribbon that held her mask in place. She allowed it to fall to the floor, watching as it floated to the ground before she flashed a wicked grin toward his Majesty.

"Have you missed me?"