I'm very new to fan fiction and I would really appreciate feedback. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome. I already have a plan for second chapter and am working on it. As of now I think that this is going to be a rather long story, but I'm not sure how long. I will try to update frequently, but school work and other obligations may get in the way.
Disclaimer: I keep wishing for it but unfortunately I don't own Labyrinth. The only thing I own are any of the original characters portrayed, and the story itself.
The moon shone brightly in the night sky of the Goblin city. Jareth sat alone in his chambers silently watching Sarah through a crystal. It was something he found himself doing nearly Every night. It had been three years since she had defeated his Labyrinth, three long years since she rejected him. Admittedly he had been furious at first. How could she reject him? He had moved the stars themselves for her. However the initial anger had been quick to fade into a deep sense, of regret and longing.
These years had given him time to think. Sarah had been much too young at the time. She probably didn't even understand what he was offering her. After coming to this conclusion the Goblin King decided that waiting until she was older and trying again would be the only chance he had to claim his queen. He would have her, and no other. Of this he was certain.
He watched as Sarah grew lovelier with each passing day. Her body matured over time into a curvier more womanly figure, much to Jareth's delight. He chuckled to himself.
I suppose that's another one of the positives to waiting.
Jareth's mood quickly shifted as he recalled one of the negatives aspects of her entrancing beauty. Besides his nightly observations of her often sleeping form he sometimes found time in his busy daily schedule to check on her from time to time. He had even ventured to the above ground to watch her in his owl form on a few occasions. He had seen enough of her day to day life to know that she attracted no shortage of male attention.
One male in particular, he had noticed was often bay Sarah's side. He was a tall, thin, boy with pale skin and dark black hair. Jareth could tell by the way the boy looked at her that he had feelings for her that far surpassed friendship. Whenever Sarah was with her friends The the pale idiot would always be closer to her than the others.
At first Jareth just ignored him. He was a lanky awkward fellow who didn't have a chance with Sarah. Sarah was a beautiful intelligent girl, with high hopes and aspirations. She was destined for more than just a plain, (possibly homosexual) human boy. He wasn't even worth the trouble he would have to go through to get rid of him. That was what he thought; but as the days turned to months he saw them grow closer to each other, and the thought occurred to him that maybe, he had spoken too soon. Eventually it got so that the only thing that kept him calm was the fact that on each of those occasions he Sarah had always been in a group of other friends. He had never seen them alone together; that is not until yesterday.
That day he had been in his study looking over a mountain of paperwork. He had just finished replying to a particularly frustrating letter from the Fae High council, when his thoughts once again drifted to Sarah. He felt that something was off, that something with Sarah was not as it should be. Feeling slightly worried he resigned himself to taking a quick break to check on his beloved. With a flick of his wrist a crystal immediately appeared in his hand. What he saw unsettled him to say the least. Sarah was sprawled out on her stomach reading from a nearby text book.
Had she been alone Jareth wouldn't have given it a second thought, however that was not the case. Sitting next to his precious Sarah was the boy who he had seen so near to her when she spent time with her usual gaggle of companions. Only this time they were alone, on her bed of all places. He gritted his teeth, and nearly growled at the sight. The pale idiot, appeared to be in the midst of regaling Sarah with one of his foolish anecdotes, in a foolish attempt at wit. Occasionally Sarah would look up and giggle, but soon her giggles transformed in to a fit of hysterical laughter. He burned with jealousy. Whatever the fool was saying, it was clear that Sarah found it amusing. He knew he had to act fast.
Recalling that day made him grimace ruefully. He would be dammed if he was going to lose Sarah to some pathetic mortal boy. Jareth had heard the faint whispers of his name as she dreamt, and seen hoe she sometimes drifted off and drawn the Goblin king in her sketch book without even realizing it. Jareth knew that Sarah still had feelings for him. He just had to make sure that this interloper was dealt with. As he lay down on his bed, a devilish smirk graced his features, and his eyes regained their usual mischievous glint. It was clear that he was devising a plan. "Perhaps, I'll just have to pay the boy a visit."
Marco shivered as the a sudden gust of wind blew against his sleeping form. An owl was perched on his windowsill, watching him. Marcos struggles had only just begun.
