This is it, another one of my stories. Seeing as nobody read my last one sob sob I was seriously
discouraged, but I hope that you like this one. It's unfinished, and I don't plan on posting anymore unless I
get some reviews (hopefully good ones) but I can promise if I do, this will be a strange, original story.
Thanks! Tael.
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own: Jareth, Sarah (who might not even be directly mentioned),
Godzilla, or any other character, Labyrinthine or otherwise, and especially not the Labyrinth itself, except
for Niki, Kelly, Lissa, and of course Gabe.





In a stuffy living room in the middle of summer, a four-year-old was screaming her head off about

something or another. A scraggily fifteen-year-old, tall for her age ignored the girl as long as was humanly

possibly. Kelly, her little sister, was having a fit, again. Niki sighed and went to comfort the annoying four-

year-old. When would she grow up and sleep normally, like other humans. Sometimes she was sure that

Kelly wasn't fully human. She was surprised how right she was.


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Gabriel sat in a comfy office chair, with steepled fingers, looking seriously over at his newest

"patient". His newest post at the Alcohol rehabilitation was giving him an excellent opportunity to corrupt

and seduce people, some hardly over 12, into resubmitting to their horrible addictions. His current disguise

was that of a young man, quite like his real self, with raven black hair, but with a small black goatee. The

main difference was his eyes, which were startling green instead of his usual mismatched piercing blue,

which ran in the family. He turned to his young green-eyed brown-haired patient.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked the fifteen-year-old as he offered her a small black bottle.

She eyed him hatefully. "I don't drink. I never have." She hissed. He countered her mean glare

with a cool, even one of his own.

"Perhaps some pills then?" He asked, rattling a drawer filled with numerous kinds.

She shot daggers at him. " I don't do any of that. What are you doing? Who are you, the devil, or

something?"

He chuckled. "Perhaps. What do you do, if not substances? Are you maybe addicted to something

else?" His lightly accented voice was silky. He glanced at his records for the girl. "What's your name...

Melissa?"

"Yes, that's it. No, I'm not." She said, still just keeping control on her voice. "Look, what the hell

are you doing here. If you don't tell me, I'm gonna tell the warden!"

He looked at her across the desk. There was just no getting through to this one. He stood up, and

loosened his tie, walking around the desk with slow measured steps. "I'm just here to make sure that no

good little girls like you slip through my clutches." He reached to put his hand on her shoulder.

She spun around to face him. "Just what do you think you're doing, you jerk?! First you

offer me alcohol, then pills, and then, and then!!!" She raised a hand to slap him, but then they both

blinked into the underground, pulled by the summons of a king.