Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.

Rated T for schizophrenic behavior. This is a three part story, and it is finished. It will be updated once a week for three weeks.
Genre: Horror/Angst

Words: 938
Warning: Contains the very deep twisted imaginings of my mind. Beware: Sadistic and wrong!

Final Note: Enjoy, if you are able to and I suppose for this one, flames are welcome.

Spoiled Brat

The challenge

…But what no one knew was that the Goblin King fell in love with her and gave her certain powers. So one night when the baby had been particularly cruel to her, she asked the goblins for help. 'Say the right words,' the goblins said, 'and we'll take the baby to the goblin city, and you will be free.' But the girl knew the King of the Goblins would keep the baby in his castle forever and ever and turn it into a goblin, so she suffered in silence until one night she was tired from doing housework and hurt from the harsh words of her stepmother and she could no longer stand it. She cried out, 'Goblin King! Goblin King! Wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!'…

Sarah smirked at herself in the mirror and brushed her hair once more to smooth out the flyaway strands. She turned slowly and assessed her appearance. Last night she had the most amazing dream and perhaps if she were to read into it, she would have discovered that now she should really cherish her baby brother and be glad to have him there with her and that she should take into consideration the thoughts and feelings of others beside herself. And honestly she would have remembered all this and that there is a time to grow up and away from the world of fantasy. That was what the dream meant after all.

Yeah right! And she would give away a million dollars to the foundation of child therapy if that were true... not that she had a million dollars to begin with. All that filled her more or less empty head was the perfect image of that wonderful being. The very epitome of masculinity... minus the tights. He was perfect and he knew it! The way he lorded over her in her dream; his strut, his hair, his absolutely perfect smirk. He was the Goblin King in full glory and beauty. He shined above anything else Sarah has ever seen or any other image she created in her mind. He was Jareth and his name - the way it rolled off her tongue and whoever spoke it made the name sound like a passionate lover - described him in essence.

Sarah flipped her hair over her shoulder. Today she would visit the hairdresser. It was about time she had a new style anyway. As she gathered her bag from the floor and tossed it over her shoulder, she gave one more glance at the mirror and winked. She sauntered downstairs with such an air of arrogance that as she entered the kitchen for breakfast, the stepmother turned immediately from her dishes. Sarah laughed openly and rudely at the wicked stepmother. She sat in a chair, back perfectly straight, hands outstretched and grasping a mug of coffee and cocked an eyebrow.

"Sarah!" Stepmother screeched like the uneducated wench she was and threw down the sodden dish cloth on the table. "What on earth are you wearing? Is that leather?" she lowered her voice and hissed the last word like it was poison to those who overheard.

Sarah said nothing but smirked, drumming her fingernails on the table. Her white poets shirt opened to expose a tarnished looking medallion hanging around her neck. Stepmother's eyes widened when she saw the medallion, no doubt recognizing it correctly.

"Sarah? Did you get that from my room? Why on earth-"

"Because it looks better on me." she cut her off. "Besides"- hair flip- "it's mine, why shouldn't I wear it?" The medallion wasn't that special. Her mother had found it years ago and since it had the Williams family crest on it, she decided to get it.

Her father choose that moment to come in. "Good morning everybody. Look who's up!" He was holding Toby in his arms, smiling in a way he never had with Sarah. He looked in shock as he saw his fifteen year old daughter dressed in tight leather pants and flowing top. His eyes rested just below her neck, at the pendent. "Sarah, dear. Don't you think you should change into something a bit more... appropriate?"

Sarah smirked again- her cheeks getting slightly sore from the new movement- and twirled a piece of hair in her fingers. "Do you think I'm ugly, Daddy?" she asked. His shocked look was replaced with concern.

"Honey, is this about not getting any dates?"

She laughed. "I will get dates. Be sure of that, Father." She stood up suddenly and walked towards him with a sway in her hips that had nothing to do with seduction but with arrogance. "I need some money. I am getting a hair cut today." Toby laughed and made to grab the pendant when she was close enough. She moved swiftly out of the way with a look of disgust on her face.

"Sarah, I think we should discuss this-."

She waved him aside. "There is nothing ever to talk about, Daddy. I thought you knew that."

Flabbergasted and not knowing what else to do, he pulled out his wallet and handed over some money. Maybe when she came home later on she would feel better.

Not likely.

Sarah scooped the bills out of his hand with a simpering 'thank you'. Stepmother was not pleased. "Robert! You can't let her get away like this!" Sarah just turned on her heel and left the house, but not before slipping on a pair of black boots. Thank god for her obsession with costumes. She had everything readily available to her needs.

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