"FUCK!"

Sarah groaned in agony as she held her toe gently, trying in vain to will the excruciating pain away. She still hadn't gotten used to the apartment, even though it had been almost a year. Karen told her that it would be different from the home she was used to, and as much as Sarah hated to admit it, she was right.

She shuffled out of her bathroom and flicked off the light, then collapsed on to her bed, groaning in relief as she did so. While working in the library across town had its advantages, the stillness was enough to bore someone to tears. Even when it wasn't quiet, the soccer moms with their twisted little children would show up and demand to be shown to the children's section, then yelled at Sarah when their child knocked over books, claiming "it wasn't safe enough."

It's a job, though. Sarah thought. Better than being stuck back home. Home…

Her room back home was still filled with dolls and Labyrinth-esque items, just the way it had been 6 years ago when he came. She still remembered how cold he was, how calculating, how his eyes seemed to glow…

Sarah shook her head, ridding herself of the Goblin King's face. "Creepy, cocky freak." She muttered. "Who tries to trick a 15-year-old girl into staying with them forever at HIS age?"

"Oh, I can assure you that I'm not that old."

Sarah suddenly stiffened at the sound of the honey-coated voice. She sat up, ever so slowly, and stared intensely at the object of her insults. He hadn't changed since she had last seen him, his clothing still clinging to his body like a second skin, his hair still feathered. He wore a smirk on those glossy lips, and his eyes glittered in the moonlight.

"And what do you want?" Sarah growled, her voice harsh, a stark contrast to her insides that were quivering in fear and delight.

Jareth cocked one eyebrow. "Is that how you greet an old friend?" he purred, sending chills down Sarah's spine. "If so, I would not be surprised if any potential suitors cast you away."

That prick. That spandex-wearing, glittery prick. "For your information," Sarah declared, standing and squaring her shoulders. "I've cast them away, not the other way around. And we don't call them suitors up here. We call them boyfriends."

Jareth shrugged. "It is of no difference to me what you mortals call them. But discussing diction is not the reason I am here."

Sarah put a hand on her hip. "Oh really? What's the reason, then?" It can't be that bad. But look how tight his pants a—SWEET JESUS, what is wrong with me?

Jareth paused, then began taking off his gloves, still staring at Sarah. "Oh, Sarah," he sighed, his smirk growing. "You didn't think I would let you get away without exacting my revenge, did you?"