Jareth surveyed his kingdom in quiet rage. His once glorious and beautiful kingdom was now a run down miserable land. His subjects were reduced to goblins. All thanks to the imagination of a certain 15 year old.
He couldn't even use his magic to bring his kingdom back. She had won and it would stay in the image her imagination had made until it gradually faded away and returned to what it once was.
Stupid mortal. Stupid, stupid mortal. Why had she not fallen for him? Why had she not succumb to him? All the others had, his beauty was hard to resist. But she hadn't taken notice.
He paced and his subjects cowered. Their king's silence was much more terrifying than his rages. When in a rage, Jareth was merely angry but when he was silent, well, that was a different matter. He was cold, distant, malicious, calculating. The girl would feel the king's wrath and it would be more furious that she could ever imagine.
She had destroyed his world; he would return the favour and destroy hers. All he needed was time. He would watch her grow and when she was happy with life, he would strike. Destroy her world, break her soul.
Oh yes, his dearest Sarah would regret that she had ever heard of the goblin king.
AN: it's short, I know. I have no idea where this fic will go, it's writing itself. It may quite possibly become J/S. As for updating… at the minute I have a 9-5 job. I got to work and come home tired, so updating may take a while but I will get there eventually. Please R&R.