Hey Little Song Bird

Chapter One: As Dark as a Raven

A/n: I do not own Labyrinth at all; I'm only barrowing the characters for a tinny bit.

Oh also I do not own flyleaf lyrics, and because I fail at writing songs I had to barrow theirs… (I tried to write my own but I then became angry.)

Edit: 1/16/11

Music poured onto the dark streets and Sarah walked quickly against the cold December chill; but her quick walking was wasted since the cold had already sunk deep into the young woman's bones. Sarah looked around the empty street lined by abandoned warehouses. Tonight her band had a gig in one of them even though she tried to avoid this part of town; with all of the twists and turns it reminded her of a time she desperately wanted to forget.

Sarah could hear the sound of wings flapping as a bird took off from behind her; her eyes darted about but she kept her pace even to not show any form of fear. Six years had passed since her adventure in the underground, yet when she heard the flutter of wings or an owl's call within the night she always tended to start to fear the worst; that he had changed his mind and came back for her. Sarah knew he couldn't unless she asked for him; but she still was afraid he might.

"You're completely bat shit." Sarah muttered under her breath. Her breath rose in white puffs above her as she slowed and looked up to the dark night sky. She twisted and turned as she looked up trying to find the stars that were covered by the smog and city lights. Snow fell down lightly against her face and Sarah stopped in her tracts. Slowly she closed her eyes.

After she had come back from the labyrinth and after the little celebratory party Sarah had put away her play things that she had clung to for so long. She cut her hair and died it the blackest black she could get her hands on. Her room changed from pinks and whites to blacks and reds. With her black rimmed eyes and bruised colored lips she changed her magical and positive out look to a more analytical one. There were a few reasons for it, for the change, but the largest reason was because of Him. When she had come back to reality she realized he had tainted the innocence of the fairy tales that she had held so dear, he had shown her that even though she wished things could be simplistic and fair nothing in reality ever was. She could have thanked him for wakening her up and allowing her to live in reality; but she hated him for it instead.

Slowly Sarah's eyes opened once more to look at the night above her. The months had passed and her visits with her friends never stopped even with her changed outlook, they still meant everything to her. Yet once when she called for them it wasn't them who had answered. It had been that bastard of a king who had come instead. Sarah scowled to the night above her, she started walking once more, trying to escape the memory that clouded her mind. It had been her eighteenth birthday, and she had wanted to spend the night with people who mattered to her.

"What the hell do you want?" She sneered at the Fae. He wasn't surprised by her change; or at least he never had shown it. To Sarah he looked exactly the same; the cocky smirk was still graced his lips as he looked upon her. His hair was still wild and reminded her of a lion's mane. But the thing she had noticed first was that his pants were still criminally tight.

"Now Sarah, that's no way to greet royalty when they bestow you with their presence." The man leaned up against the banister of her bed. He looked at her reflection in the vanity where she sat. Sarah turned to face him, trying to hide the blush when her eyes were directed to the pants.

"He shouldn't be allowed to wear those." Her mind thought quietly

"What do you want?" She stood up from her vanity and walked over to him. Her hands shook as she crossed the floor to him; she pushed them in to her pants pockets so he would never notice her trembling. His smile widened showing his pointed teeth as she moved closer to him; her legs felt even more like wet noodles with every step closer to him.

"Can I not check up on the little champion every now and then?" He asked his voice was like velvet. A chill ran up Sarah's spine, she shivered openly but she kept her eyes locked with his.

"No." She stated firmly. "You have no right to come near me Goblin King."

"Very well, Sarah." The man looked as if her was about to laugh but before a sound came out of his throat he disappeared into a cloud of silver glitter. Inwardly she cursed him for leaving her with that mess.

No matter how many years had passed she still had no idea how he had been able to come to her and because of that it pissed her off even more.

Sarah turned down a dead end street and walked to a rusted metal door at the very end. She knocked once, twice, and a third time; hastily it opened for her and she was greeted by darker music, the boy on stage was screamed his 'rage' and 'passion' into the mike. Sarah just rolled her eyes at him as she walked deeper into the crowd of people; she made her way to the back of the makeshift stage.

"He tries too hard to win the crowds admiration." Whispered her mind, she knew it was true. Sarah made her way behind the grease stained curtain. This was nothing like the Ritz but it was all the band could get for now. Sarah smiled when she found her band setting up for their performance.

"How does it look?" She asked the group of three guys as she approached. They all looked up at her with grim smiles. There wouldn't be anything good about the news they were going to give her tonight.

"It's not good," Terrance responded and went back to tuning the guitar that was in his hands.

"What happen?" Sarah asked as she walked closer to the guys; she picked up her own Bass and started to tune it as well. Then it came to her; Sarah looked at the group and soon realized that the lead singer, Lexis, wasn't there.

"Lex caught something." Don said softly.

"She can't say a single thing let alone sing." Jack shook his head as he started to play with the amps. Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose, she knew what was coming.

"It looks like you're going to have to sing lead tonight instead of back up, Sarah." Don smiled to her as if this was actually a good thing. Sure Lexi was a Diva but she was a damn good singer. Sarah was good too, but unlike Lexi Sarah didn't like to have the lights focused on her. She liked to stay in the back and strum her Bass; There was no problem with not knowing lyrics or anything of those sorts…it was just the stage fright.

"Only tonight, not again after tonight," Sarah whispered to her group, they all nodded understanding how she felt. Soon they could hear their band name called from the pretend stage manager; it was time for them to go on.

"You've seen them one, you've seen them twice. Now, please welcome to the stage The Haunted." Sarah could hear the announcer yell to the crowd, she could hear the rumble from the crowd with excitement and then the curtains opened. The sound of the guitar and pounding drums mimicked Sarah's heart beat. With her eyes tightly shut she felt the sound of the bass sink in to her body. Her hands sweat profusely as the lyrics started to come closer.

"You can only move as fast as whose in front of you. And if you assume just like them, what good will it do? So find out for yourself. So your ignorance will stop bleeding through" Sarah opened her eyes as the crowd became more excited with every word. She smiled as she gripped onto the old fashioned mike in her hands tightly. Finally as the crowd started to react positively Sarah let her body do what it had to.

"And I can only say what I've seen and heard and only you can choose. And every choice you make will affect you, search your own self. You can breathe today." The song went by too quickly under the hot stage lights, and the crowd loved her. Her band mates gave her reassuring smiles as they went into the next song. This one was much slower than the last allowing her heart to stop pounding in her ears.

"Tiny heart, stuck inside yourself. When will you open up for me? I love you so; I wanna meet you again; before one of us must go." The crowd swayed slowly, but a platinum blond man caught her attention, for a second Sarah had thought she had seen him she shook off the idea of him there in the filth covered building. After all, why would he be here, there was nothing for him here.

"You will never know what you have done to me; and you will never know losing love for me; and you will never know a single day alone." Sarah couldn't shake the thought of him there, him watching her, but she was probably just paranoid. Sarah kept on scanning the crowd thought, she could feel his presence in the building but she tried to ignore it. "Your lips touched every hand but mine. If you choose me, I'm waiting for you. Goblin King I'm waiting for you, to take me away; always waiting." She sang the words slowly into the microphone. The crowd erupted into applause and there Sara stood on the stage with a smile on her face. The last thing on her mind was the fact that what she sang could have brought her back to the Underground.

Sarah's combat boots scuffled against the cold side walk as she hurried home to her small loft apartment. The night had gone quickly, almost too quickly for Sarah's liking. After the bands performance had ended the group of musicians went to a local bar until final call for drinks, she had lost track of time as they danced down the streets and sang with alcohol intertwining with their blood. The sun would be rising sooner than later and Sarah still needed some sleep before her late afternoon classes at the college. Yet at that moment she could not sleep adrenalin still ran through her veins.

Sarah took the steps two at a time in her apartment building, the sound of her boots echoed against the plaster walls. With every flight of stairs she un-wrapped a scarf or unbuttoned another layer. With her keys in her hand she opened the door to her small loft and shut the door behind her. Her eyes were closed as she shed the outer layers of her outfit. The hat, and the gloves, then the winter Jacket made a nice pile in the entry way. Down the hallway you could find a trail of discarded clothing. Sarah made her way to her bed room, and once she was about to pull off her tank top she heard the sound of a man clear his throat. Slowly Sarah turned to see Him standing there with a gleaming smile on his face. His eyes were cold as they looked down upon her; she couldn't help but shiver as she felt the surprising warmth of them trace her outline.

"I knew you would come around my Dear." He laughed and came closer to her.

Oh shit. Her mind thought.