Author's Note: Hey everyone! Okay, so I wrote this story with one of my very best friends, but neither one of us have written Labyrinth fanfiction before, so please be gentle. Hopefully you'll enjoy this, and if you do, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: We do not own Labyrinth or any of the characters mentioned here (except for Iris).

This chapter was written by: Gaara's Little Girl

Chapter One

The sound of rain beating against the window panes set up a steady rhythm as the wind howled and screamed outside. Sarah watched the storm from her bedroom window, her eyes glittering with every lightning flash, and her heart pounding with the thunder. She imagined herself down by the river on the outskirts of town, dancing between the huge rocks lining the riverside, and beneath the bridge as the Goblin King and his subjects watched, enthralled. She closed her eyes, drifting into her imagination, smiling softly to herself as she enjoyed the peace of the moment.

A sudden crash snapped her back to reality, and Sarah turned to see her half-brother Toby sitting in a pile of books, which had fallen to the burgundy-carpeted floor when he had tipped over the bookcase. The wails of the infant rivaled the screeching of the storm, and Sarah covered her ears.

"Toby, shut up!" she hissed, glaring at the boy. She stood, and picked him up, wincing as his cries grew louder. Sarah reached into her pocket, and quickly shoved Toby's pacifier into his mouth. Toby immediately spit it back out, and continued to cry. Sarah sighed in frustration and put her brother down in his crib.

"Stupid kid," she muttered, sitting back down at her desk and turning away from him. "Why can't you just disappear?"

Toby whimpered and started shaking the bars on the crib. Sarah groaned and put her hands over her ears, trying to ignore the throbbing of her temples. It had been this way all night. She had tried rocking him, giving him toys to play with and feeding him, but nothing worked. The instant the storm had started, Toby had started bawling uncontrollably. Sarah had only just gotten him to stop crying when he tipped the bookcase over. It was ironic really, Toby was terrified of loud noises, but he never stopped screaming. Sarah turned to him, irritated.

"Toby, be quiet! Will you please just stop it? I'll tell you a story if you do, just shut up!"

Toby continued wailing and Sarah picked him up, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, be that way. Once upon a time, there was a girl, who's mom ran off and left her with her father, who decided to marry some stupid tramp who got pregnant the minute she walked through the front door. The tramp had a baby boy, and then she and the girl's father decided to go on a three week cruise and leave the girl all alone with the stupid baby, who wouldn't shut up. Finally, the girl got so annoyed, that she threw the baby out of the window! The end! There, wasn't that a nice story?" she finished, glaring at Toby. A flicker of a thought crossed her mind, and she smiled coldly at the baby.

"Or maybe, I'll just give you away to the goblins. Would you like that Toby? Do you want to go away to live with the goblin king?"

Toby whimpered, and Sarah put him back down, sighing. She walked away and pressed her forehead against the cold window pane again, staring out into the storm swept night.

"I wish the goblins would just take you away!" she murmured bitterly, "Right now!"

The lights in the house flickered and died. Sarah groaned. Another power outage. And her brother was still screaming.

"Toby, stop it! It's just a stupid power failure-"

Sarah was cut off as the door to her room suddenly slammed shut. She swallowed hard and stood up, walked over to Toby's crib and picked him up. He stopped crying, favoring a soft whimper instead as he buried his wet face in her chest. Sarah cradled him, staring at the door. The room was silent, other than the sound of the storm outside. Sarah sighed. It was just the wind, she told herself. Nothing but the wind. A strong wind. Inside the house.

Sarah relaxed slightly, and let out a soft laugh. She was being ridiculous. It was just a coincidence that the lights had gone out right after her wish. Besides, goblins didn't exist, and no burglars were stupid enough to be running around in a storm. She was perfectly safe.

The sound of a barn owl screeching cut through the silence, and Sarah turned around, heart racing. For a second, she was facing the window, staring out into the stormy night sky. Then, there was a flash of lightning. She blinked and suddenly a young man was standing before her, a cold smirk on his face. He was tall, with long white-blonde hair, and glittering blue eyes. He wore long sleeves, and tight black pants, and his cape which was tattered and thin, glimmered, the color shifting between dark purple and black in the moonlight.

Sarah stepped away from him, swallowing hard. The regal looking man smiled, his cold eyes still fixed on her face.

"You," she whispered.

"Me," he said simply, his voice tinged with amusement. "And I must say, Sarah, it is so good to see you at last… face to face,"

"I don't want you here!"

The man ignored her, his cold eyes moving from Sarah's face to Toby's, and his smile widened slightly. Sarah held her brother closer to her chest, ignoring his muffled squeals.

"Y-you can't take him!" she said, her voice faltering slightly.

"I'm afraid I don't have any choice," the man replied, his voice soft and cool, like running water. Sarah could feel tears burning at her eyes.

"But I didn't mean to call you!"

"Oh, you didn't? Pity. Well, I'm here now. It's a bit late to be changing your mind now Sarah. Give me the child,"

"No!" she almost screamed. She turned to run, but suddenly the man was in front of her again. She stepped away, tears slowly starting to roll down her cheeks.

"Please," she whispered, her light brown eyes searching the older man's deep blue ones. "Please. Y-you can't take him away from me,"

He stared at her for a moment, his expression blank and distant. And then, just as suddenly as he had come, he was gone again. Sarah sighed and felt the muscles in her shoulders relax.

An arm clad in black suddenly wrapped itself tight around her waist, and Sarah felt Toby being wrenched out of her arms from behind. She screamed and turned around in time to see the man climbing out of the window. Without thinking, Sarah launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his throat and digging her fingers into his cheeks and shoulders as they went crashing through the glass.

Suddenly, everything was spinning, and a whirl of reds, yellows and oranges flashed past. The world had disappeared, and Sarah could feel nothing but an invisible wind whipping past her face, and the writhing of the man beneath her as he struggled to throw her off. But Sarah refused to let go. She held an arm around his throat as she fought him with her free hand, alternatively scratching and reaching out for her baby brother. She could feel the man's blood running down her fingers as her fingernails slashed across his throat and face, but she did not care. He was screaming something at her, but she could barely make out his voice over the wind.

As she reached one hand out across the man's body, reaching for Toby, she felt her fingers connect with something hard and thin. As she gripped it, she realized it was the handle of a small, stone knife, and with one swift movement she pulled it from its sheath and slammed it hard into the man's side and tearing a long gash into the flesh of his stomach.

Several things happened at once. The man screamed and his entire body convulsed. Sarah lost her grip and for a tenth of a second she was falling. A pale hand reached down towards her and she grabbed it, just as she saw Toby drop past her and into the wild red abyss.

Sarah screamed and reached out for her brother, but the man was already pulling her back towards him, holding her close to his chest. She struggled to push him away, clawing at his face and arms as she tried to reach the place where her brother had disappeared. She could feel the man's warm blood trickling down her back, and his hot breath on the back of her neck.

"Sarah stop it! Stop! There's nothing you can do to help him now! He's gone!"

The words echoed in her head, and Sarah felt her body go limp. Blinded by tears she turned and started scratching at the man again. But the fight had gone out of her, and her head fell against his chest as she cried.

Almost as suddenly as it had started, the whirlwind of color came to an abrupt halt. Sarah felt herself slip out of the man's grasp, and her head slammed into something cold and hard. For a second, she saw several small, grimacing faces looming over her, before her vision flickered and went black.

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