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Chapter 1

"S-sire! I only meant it as a-a … it was on a whim, I swear," the goblin blubbered, fat tears making his face look a greasy mess. "Sire, please, I did not mean to defend the girl," spit, flying from his toothless mouth, "only that it was … b-brave of the girl t-t-to", he gulped, "to deny your highness".

The goblin king stood before the irrelevant spud of a goblin, his face in shadow around his blonde and uncontrollable hair. His stance conveying complete dominance over the figure in front of him, who now had doubled over onto his knees and had started kissing the king's knee-high, leathered boots. The goblin king's mouth twitched at this and with his right foot, he kicked the goblin hard onto his back, procuring a yelp from the insolent thing. He then placed his foot upon his neck, pressing down; making him choke and splutter as his breath slowly escaped him. He began to writhe beneath Jareth's boot, trying to squirm away from his imminent death. Jareth pressed harder and watched coldly as the goblin slowed down, his body gradually coming to a halt as his eyes glassed over.

Lifting his foot off the slime, he glared at the four other goblins in front of him who hadn't uttered a word since Jareth had stood up to confront the stupid fool who commented on the girl. They daren't move back. His eyes burned with a new desire. The goblins, screeched as their king brought up his hand and with a swipe their bodies slumped slowly to the floor, blood draining out from their noses and mouths with their eyes rolling back only showing the whites.

Jareth stood, fists clenched over the scene, breathing hard; his chest rising in a red rage. His jaw clenched hard as the blood started to pool out over the stone floor, almost reaching his feet. The sconces around the room started to dim and in the dying light all that could be seen were the bright mismatched eyes of the Goblin King.

Sarah…. "She will be mine" he growled.

And then darkness encased him.

5 years later- Sarah is 20

Sarah woke with a jolt. Her clothes and hair clung to her sweat covered body. Breathing in deep as her heart thumped against her chest, she slumped down back onto her pillow as the head rush took over her vision and made her feel even more sick than she was feeling from the nightmare. Having calmed down now, she turned her side lamp on and rubbed her bruise like circles under her eyes.

That was the third nightmare this week and it was always the same one. She had been running in a field, her vision turned the scenery around her a warm whiskey colour. She ran through the long grass not knowing what she was running from. She knew that she had to run but the trees on the other side of the field weren't getting any closer. She had felt the pain, the tears streaking to the side of her face as she felt a force behind her. Twisting round she saw the barn owl sweeping down towards her in a hunters stance, flying straight towards her but as it came close to her face it changed into a hawk and screeched right in front of her, its talons ready to rip at her face.

At this point, she would wake up in the same manner that she just had; drenched in sweat and a painful banging at her chest. Sliding out of her bed she quietly went to the bathroom across the hall, careful not to wake her sleeping flatmates, who were at this point sleeping in the middle of the floor having had too much to drink that night. Mark snored loudly (stirring up Lisa) as she twisted the door handle and went in to have a cooling shower.

After she had finished and put her pyjamas in the wash basket, she wrapped the towel around herself, having already dried her long dark hair enough that it wouldn't be dripping as she made her way back to her room, carefully stepping over the other two. She gasped as she noticed that Tom was lounging on her bed reading a book from her bookcase. She sighed as he noticed her and he gave a half smile in response.

"I couldn't sleep," he said as she walked over to her wardrobe, grabbing a pair of red shorts and a white spaghetti strapped top to change into. Turning round to him she gave him a look so that he would turn around whilst she changed; he did. She paused, however, placing her clothes back onto the dresser.

"Tom, why are you here? I thought we went through this… I don't think it is a good idea, I mean, you're moving to the other side of America next month, we can't do a long-distance relationship," she said in a low voice, knowing that he hadn't noticed how she was acting too coolly for what she had said to sound like she cared. It's not that she didn't care, she did. She loved him… but she wasn't in love with him. They had been dating for three years now and after he had told her he was leaving to go pursue his acting career, she just felt … relief. She went over and sat on her bed next to him and took his hand. Tom looked up through his eyelashes at her, giving him the cutest look, but she knew what she had to do. She sighed, "You'll find someone over there, I know it! You're a great guy but we want different things and that cannot work forever".

He pulled his head up to face her this time and gently lifted his hand to caress her cheek. She allowed it, but looked down as he did so.

"I love you, Sarah. I just want to see you happy... but if this is how you feel, I won't stop you from achieving your dreams," he shook his head, his face the picture of sadness and she gently rubbed her thumb over his hand. She leaned in and gave him a hug which he received with utter thanks for he was beginning to tremble.

As she pulled back she noticed that Tom wasn't relenting, thinking to herself that this was harder than she thought, she said "Tom, please we have to le-" but she was interrupted by a terribly familiar and cold voice.

"Hello Sarah."

Fear gripped her as she pushed Tom away from her, realising as she let him go that his arms were awkwardly being held in the air and that Tom had completely frozen, his eyes squeezed shut. Stunned she hesitantly looked over to where the eerie voice had come from.

There he was, in all his gloriousness. His brown leather boots connected to long legs which were adorned in extremely tight black leggings which left his package to be viewed in a most unutterable way. He wore a loose white cottoned shirt which billowed at the sleeves and scrunched down by his wrists creating old-fashioned ruffles, yet his shirt was open down past the middle of his chest revealing the crest shaped amulet that hung from his neck. He wore his black leather gloves. His stance not only oozed arrogance, it characterised him. His shoulder rested against her door and a sly smirk crept onto his pale, beautiful face. His platinum hair a mess around his head but it made him, to Sarah's disdain, look rather sexy.

She blushed at this thought and quickly straightened herself off the bed, crossing her arms as she faced him, her chin jutting out in defence as she glared at his sultry looking eyes. 'No! He is your enemy, he stole Toby away from you, you cannot let him get to you, not after how you defied him in his little "bubble" and later defeated his Labyrinth and said those last words'.

"Goblin King," she addressed breathlessly, not sure he had even heard her. How is he even here?! She thought he was a dream, that she was just a teenager again trying to make her fairy tales seem real! He can't be… but he just looked so solid and real.

His eyes glowed at this as he pushed off the door and paced slowly towards her in a predatory like manner. "Oh, how I have missed you, Sarah" he drawled "you look lovelier than ever," he spoke in such a fluid, gentle yet masculine voice, making her tremble and almost doubt that she could keep up her façade. He crept closer to her and at this Sarah put stepped back only to find out to her dismay that the edge of the bed was closer to her than she had originally thought. He stopped too close to even imagine that they weren't just acquainted but lovers.

She gulped, her bravado barely showing now that he was almost clashing heads with her. His stare held her eyes until she felt them becoming dry and painful. Clearing her throat and side stepping him to be closer to the immovable and right now invaluable as a cry for help, Tom, protecting him - as if she could.

"Why are you here? I told you, you have no power over me." She glared at him through her eyelashes, too nervous to raise her head at this amplified version of Jareth that she had barely encountered in the Labyrinth, five years ago.

"Is that so?" he asked, another smirk gracing his face. "Funnily enough, dear Sarah, I am here despite what you seem to think," he straightened up now and faced her, finding her act amusing. He noticed the boy behind her, his eyes still scrunched with a trace of a tear still glittering on his cheek.

"He loves you, you know,"

"What?" she glanced back to where he was looking surprised that she had already forgotten about Tom. Blushing, she slowly looked back into Jareth's tense mismatched eyes. He ignored her question, smiling with a knowing smile that he had her full attention. His eyes lowered to take in her attire, pleased with what he saw as her long pale legs led to a curvy waist and a flat stomach. Her pert breasts could be seen through the thin towel, her chest heaved as she breathed in quick breaths. Her dark hair, not fully dried gave her a feral and sexy bed hair look, which encompassed her moon-like face, her green eyes glistening with the amber light. He took in how she chewed her bottom lip, feeling his arousal stir.

Sarah didn't like this. She didn't like the way he looked at her as if she were a possession. It was as if he was about to claim her at a prize draw. A new type of adrenaline rushed through her, confidence raining through.

"What's the deal? I defeated you, you shouldn't be here," she jutted out with her chin and raised one arm in exasperation.

He smirked and took a step towards her making her stumble over her own feet. "Am I not allowed to visit an old friend?" She could feel his breath on her face.

"You're not my friend, Jareth." His face fell, his lips becoming a straight line and his eyebrows furrowed. 'She spoke with such defiance' he thought. 'I'll teach her to submit, just she wait…'

"I am here because I can be, because Once upon a time," he mocked, "I was summoned by you and because you did that delectable act, I can visit you whenever I choose fit."

"But that's not fair, we had a deal-"

"No Sarah, you chose to say simple words that you read in a children's book, what part of you made you think that that would have any "power" over me?" His eyes narrowing. I began to heat up, rage boiling inside of me and this time I wouldn't be taken for granted. Swiftly turning away from him and heading to the empty space near the door Sarah turned to Jareth with a smug look upon her face.

"If I didn't have any power over you, you wouldn't even be here. So why don't you do as I ask, and leave?"

He was laughing! Actually laughing! Her face lit with surprise, 'how can he have the audacity to commit such a degrading act after I asserted my authority?' She shuffled her feet in frustration as he continued.

"Why are you laughing?" she whispered, breathlessly. His laugh slowly came down to small chuckles as he explained.

"Oh, Sarah. I can't take you seriously when all you are dressed in is a cheap, thin towel. Not that I am complaining of course," he smirked. "I just find it funny how you still think that I play by the rules, and more specifically, by yours." He straightened his arms and began pulling at his gloves so that they tightened over his fingers. He then raised both of his hands and procured a crystal. Balancing it on the tip of his fingers of his right hand he went on to toss it to Sarah. She didn't go out to catch it – if she had her towel would have fallen and that would have left her in quite the situation. It didn't matter that she hadn't though as it hovered in between her eyes a small animated picture inside it displayed a young boy. That was when she screamed.

"Toby! Toby! Why do you have Toby?! Where is he? I can't believe this. I can't- I-I. What have you done to him, why do you need him? I'll do anything, just please don't hurt him!" she begged, her knees about to buckle in from the shock.

"You see, Sarah. All I wanted you to ever do was love me, fear me, and do as I say… You wouldn't have had to have gone through all these frivolities if you had just accepted my offer to begin with. Now I'm just going to have to use this boy as some kind of leverage, I hope you're happy that this is where your hard work has lead up to," he gave a half smile and winked.

I couldn't believe him, how could this be happening. So fast, so sudden, so undeniably ridiculous I almost had to laugh herself.

The crystal shattered in front of her making her gasp. Jareth slowly lifted his hand, beckoning Sarah towards him. She stood her ground but let a tear escape her. He sighed at this and moved closer, and finally went to grab her resisting wrist.

"Time to go, dear."

And with a snap of his fingers they melted away in a cloud, each staring into the others eyes with pained expressions. The room became alive again.

Thank you for reading! This is my first attempt at writing a story/fan fiction, so if you are feeling harsh please make it so I can learn from my mistakes! Thanks again!