A/N I am putting this out there in case I get any fire from readers again like I have just recently gotten...

I started writing this in high school, to be more exact when I was a freshman in high school. I have only been able to go over a few chapters in order to correct any grammatical or spelling errors. When I first wrote this I was writing on note pad because my family did not have Word, or spell check. I am a terrible speller and I always have been, I have tried over man years to fix this but my brain does not compute. I have ideas and thoughts like anyone else and just enjoy putting them to paper, or screen in this case. If you can't see past the fact that I have not refined this in over a decade and have only just begun then do not read on. That said anyone who does enjoy the idea of this story please enjoy.

A/N this is rated M because it will have explcite scenes i just have to put in there but they arn't neccisary to the plot

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Jim, except those I create though I don't think I shoul own up to those.

Jareth looked out over the decaying land he ruled and grimaced. His rule was that of vulgarity and disdain. Ever since he had lost the one mortal that had intrigued him he had lost interest in the care of his land. The forest behind the labyrinth had overgrown and was visable from within the labyrinth itself. The sky over head was dark and dreary, and rain was threatening to fall.

Jareth did not mind it though, he actually enjoyed the rain. It reminded him of the Aboveground, and of Sarah. He longed to see her fierce eyes again, hear her trilling voice, and touch her the way he had never been able to before. But she was long gone as was her little brother Toby.

The loss of the child had been worth the short period of time in which he had been within her presence. Though now he was at a complete loss. He took those children discarded by their overwhelmed families still, whether they wanted it or not, but his life beyond that task was meaningless and without reason.

"Majesty, your wine." A small goblin said offering him a silver tray with a crystal goblet. It was baxe was made of silver, and in the design of a dragons claw emerging from the ground twisting and grabbing the base of the clear crystal.

In the last few years since Sarah's departure he had turned his attention to drinking, in excess. He could not help but think of offering the girl child a glass of the fruity but pungent concoction. He could see her reaction in his mind the revolted pinch of her facial features, and a soft squeal from her tight lips.

When Jereth had lost count of how many glasses had been served to him he decided his lack of proper stance was evidence enough that he should head to his bedchambers.

On his way he stumbled over several foot high goblins, who all quickly begged his forgiveness and ran off. When he reached his draped four poster bed he heard it. First he though that is was just the wine buzzing in his ear, but the sound came again first faint, then stronger. Next a vision came to his mind's eye a knife, and blood, long brown tangled hair. Then there it was again, the words he had been dreading to hear but forever longing, then he saw it a shock of soft brown within the frames of almond shaped eyes, water gathering in the corner of each.

Sarah leaned over her worktable unsure if what she wrote was just her imagination, or some sort of memory, but as her therapist had reminded her several times she was just very good at coming up with stories and acting them out. Supposedly she had a very vivid imagination, that was why she was writing. The words she wrote came to her easily as if she had gone through that night only yesterday.

'"You remind me of the babe." Jareth said picking up the closest goblin.

"What babe?" He asked looking into the eyes of the Goblin king with fear.

"The babe with the power."

"What power?" Another daring goblin asked.

"The power of voodoo." Jareth motioned his arms in a magical way.

"Who do?"

"You do."

"Do what?"

"Remind me of the babe." Jareth suddenly threw the goblin to the floor and pointed to the little toddler named Toby within a circle of goblins. The goblins all laughed at the one who had been thrown, as all goblins should do for they have no proper manners.'

Sarah looked at the typed out words and shrugged. It was so much better sounding in her head. She could almost see his eyes, one brown one green. They sparkled as he spoke with lustful contempt. Why he had resented her so, she did not know. She had felt that resentment, over and over again, then again she had learned from that resentment that not everything was fair, that was just how it was.

Sarah cracked her fingers and stretched her neck wondering when the throbbing that had been plaguing her for the last few months would go away. She saved her work and turned abruptly when the phone suddenly rang.

"Hello?" Sarah said as she put the phone to her ear.

"Sarah!" A tight very high pitched voice squeeled making Sarah wince and hold the phone a good two inches from her ear. The sound of Angelica's voice made Sara's throbbing head pluses harder.

"Hey you have to get ready. We're going clubbing tonight. I met this really hot new guy at work and he is going to get us into this new night club. He has a friend he says is perfect for you. Oh did I forget to mention I told him everything about you?"

"Umm, yeah you did." Sarah replied trying to massage out a kink in her neck.

"Well anyway I suggest that you put on the really flowing peasant skirt you've been hiding in the closet and that hot corset I bought you from Hot Topic. This is one of those Goth clubs, but I heard it is really popular…" Sarah was about to refuse when Angelica said the one thing that would spark her interest.

"The place is called umm… The Underground. I think. Mark said some people wear these really Goth masks, and some people have permanent vampire teeth it's suppose to be really cool, and they are know for their seductive atmosphere."

"Okay. I'll go, but how do you know so much about it?" Sarah asked.

"Oh after Mark said he would take me there I googled it. Well, Mark is picking me up at five and I told him you needed a ride so we'll get you as five thirty, okay?" Sarah inhaled a deep breath it seemed that the world didn't want her to get any real rest ever.

"Okay. I'll see you then."

Sarah stood in the middle of her dream, minus a few costume changes. The only thing missing was Jareth. She, on the other hand, was now ten years older than she had been in her "dream". The masks were much the same all of a Gothic nature, all of gremlins or goblins. People chased each other about the room, some people made out openly, a couple in a corner was actually having what seemed to be orgasmic sex.

Angelica was already sucking out every last breath the her boy toy Mark had to offer, while she sat next to a stiff looking guy. He wore dark slightly creased cloths as if he had forgotten to change, but fit in perfectly with the crowd around them.

Sarah on the other hand was struggling to breath in the tight corset that Angelica had encouraged her to wear. She never did have the knack to tell her friend that their sense of fashion was not the same. She did refuse to wear the stiletto heels Angelica had brought for her, instead she now wore her soft well worn black suede boots. Which gave her only a small bit of comfort.

She could hear little over the sound of the music, and the throbbing in her head. She focused on her hands not wanting to seem rude to her date, David, but hardly able to concentrate.

When a slow song same on and she looked up she noticed David's intense stare. For a moment he seemed to have those eyes, one green one brown, but in a blink she saw only two puppy dogged eyes. She could not help but smile as he slowly reached over and grasped her hand. Softly he pulled her up and directed her to the dance floor. For a few minutes Sarah was actually enjoying herself.

She placed her head on his shoulder and listened to the music beneath the continuous throbbing.

"There's such a sad love deep in your eyes,

A kind of pale jewel a open and close,

Within your eyes I'll place the sky,

Within your eyes there's such a cold heart beating so fast,

It's such a new dreams,

A love that will last within your heart,

I'll place the moon within your heart."

Suddenly she felt soft blond hair touch her cheek and all she could do was jump out of his arms, and stifle a scream.

David looked at her, one eye green one eye brown. Sarah backed up and ran as her heart beat in tune with the throbbing in her head. She broke through the back doors of the club and ran straight into a group of men. They wore black tank tops and grouped together smoking from a pipe.

The closest one saw her turning and reached out quickly grasping her wrist.

"Hey pretty thing, where'd you think you were going, huh?" Sarah snapped into his grasp as the others crowed around her.

Oh no. She thought as blood rushed through her body stealing away from her head.

"Why don't you come and play with us." Another man asked with a husky voice.

"No...no thanks." Sarah stumbled over her words.

"We weren't asking." The man who held her said as he pushed her against the closest wall. He held his fist in front of her but instead of a curled fist of flesh she saw a sharp edged blade. Leaning in closer he licked her neck he pressed the blade against the base of her ear and jaw. And in that moment all she could think was , Jareth…

When her head suddenly began to throb again she fell forward. The man reached down and caught her under the arms, but the blade he held tore into her as she fell. The knife pierced from the side of her ribs to the middle of her collar bone as he set her on the ground. He dropped the knife as blood covered it and his hands, he looked down fear crossing his face. He had not intended to kill her, he just wanted a little fun.

Quickly the man ran as the door behind him opened and someone came out. The rest of the group bolted like dear as the stranger approached the fallen and bleeding Sarah. It was David. He looked at her worriedly as she bled freely on the cement. As she looked at his blond hair, and soft pale skin she could only say one thing.

"Jareth…I wish...I could see you…Jareth...one last time…Jareth..." She whispered.

A wind pulled at David's loose shirt and he whirled around to an approaching figure ready to beg them to get help.

When he looked up he faced a man who looked almost exactly like him, except he had one green eye and one brown. His hair was wild and free tinted with blue and gold. His cloths were rich and unrealistic. He looked past David to Sarah who was crumpled on the floor.

"You called, Sarah."