Disclaimer: I own nothing but a copy of the Labyrinth movie.
She thinks she's gotten the better of me.
A goblin entered the large room, carrying a tray set with ham, potatoes, a peach and a glass of wine. The same goblin ran, screaming, out of this same room five seconds later, covered in some of the food that had been on the tray. A great crash was heard in the room—then, silence.
The Goblin King paced in his room, working off some of the fury that had come over him so suddenly. The tray had clattered to the ground near the door, and there was a round, spindle-legged table that he had picked up and hurled at the wall opposite him. Clearly, he was having a bad day.
Two days. Two days since the human girl had solved the Labyrinth. Cheated, more like. She had a ton of help. If that idiot Hedwart or whatever it is had grown a backbone, she would have failed. Jareth seethed. She should have failed—she was meant to have failed. He had done everything to ensure she would not succeed, everything possible. And yet, with luck and friends, she had done the impossible.
He continued to pace. He had checked up on her, gazing into the crystals he conjured up. She seemed to be happy—she certainly got along better with her baby brother. Her ignorant, ungrateful parents seemed shocked by this change of heart, but Jareth understood. Sarah had never hated the baby to begin with. Her parents deserved to be tortured for their treatment of their daughter, however.
But what to be done now? He had no reason to bring her back to the castle—she had beaten him, however unfairly, and she had taken her brother back. Obviously she had no intentions of wishing him away again.
Jareth growled, growing more frustrated by the minute. He stopped his pacing, and looked around his large bedroom briefly. Snarling, he strode to the chair near the window and grabbed his cloak from it. Then, standing on the window ledge, he suddenly vanished. A white bird could be seen flying above the labyrinth, flapping its wings as quickly as possible.
A/N: More?