Randi's eyes shot open as she heard faint giggles in the corner of her room. She looked at her watch and saw it was two a.m. She had fallen asleep apparently and something had woken her up. Sitting up she flicked on her light, only to find the power was out on it. Probably a burnt bulb. She shook her head and laid back down, eyes closing. A few minutes later she felt poking on her side.

"The fuck?!" she said, sitting up now, the poking ceasing. She looked around her room, shadows seeming to dance across the walls. Now she was scared. She threw her blankets to the side and placed her feet on the ground, her eyes trying to focus to the darkness. It was raining out again. Great. So maybe she had a power outage to.

She picked up her sweatshirt and searched her bed, looking for the poking source. Something wasn't right...it didn't feel right. A bolt of lightning filled the room, Randi then silently counting the seconds till the clap of thunder sounded. On four Mississippi her window shutters flew open, a huge sound of thunder shaking the house. Randi gasped and rushed to the window, shutting it, bolting the shutters this time. The rain had wet her shirt a bit which made her more irritated at the situation.

Grabbing a spare one she changed, tossing the shirt to the floor. Expecting a wet 'plop' instead she heard another giggle and a ruffle of sheets. Turning around ready to pounce on what was obviously spooking her, her eyes laid upon a tall shadowy figure in the corner of her room. Randi froze, uncertain of what to do.

"I would of never thought someone would twist my spell so they would be sent away…."

The voice seemed so familiar! Randi knew she had heard it before. And what did he mean his spell? Sent away? She was confused and felt like she shouldn't be.

"Who are you and what do you want." she said to the man, backing up slightly, her back now against her wall, the sweatshirt she had previously grabbed clutched to her chest as if it was going to protect her.

Even in the darkness she could see the smirk on the man's face as he cocked his head to the side. He took a step forward, the sound of boots hitting her hard wood floor echoing in her mind. What had she gotten herself into? The man stopped mere inches from her, lightening flashed in the room again, giving her a brief glimpse of him.

It was the librarian. But yet….he wasn't.

"A bit slow, are you now?"

He was teasing her! The nerve. She frowned at him and stood up straighter.

"Now listen here you! You barge in my room, call me slow, and you don't even give me your-" Randi was cut short by the clap of thunder, making her jump and 'eek' all at once, nearly bumping into the stranger. She heard a low rumble and realized he was laughing at her.

"Oh my…not to brave either….perhaps I am wasting my time here…I have much better things to tend to."

Randi stepped away from him, her eyes searching over his form.

"This would be so much easier if you would just tell me who you are." She sounded annoyed now.

Sighing the man picked up the book on her bed, looking at it. She was not Sarah, obviously, but she still had the same spit and fire as the brown eyed doe had way back when.

"You wished yourself away….who would be here to come and retrieve you?" he finally said after a few minutes of silence, him still leafing through the pages of the book.

Realization FINALLY dawned on Randi.

"You're….You're the Goblin King…"

Jareth, his name finally been given, smiled brightly at her, pointed teeth showing.

"Welcome to the Labyrinth."

Randi wasn't in her room anymore. She didn't even have to open her eyes to know that. It SMELLED different where she was. Crisper. Cleaner. Pure. But when she did open her eyes the sight before her was marvelous. She seemed to be standing on a cliff overlooking a maze of some sort.

"The Labyrinth." said a voice behind her. She didn't need to look back to know who it was. Instead she kept her gaze on the maze.

"Its amazing." she finally said, turning around to face Jareth. She found him mere centimeters from her, a grin on his face, obviously loving her love for the Labyrinth.

"Yes well…when one has unlimited time on his hands they tend to create magnificent things…But things aren't always what they seem."

Randi stepped back from him and nodded in agreement. What she would give…she paused in mid thought. What would she give? She turned to Jareth, now wondering why she was here. And as if reading her mind he spoke again.

"Since you wished yourself away here…You obviously have some great need to escape whatever it is that is such a great threat to you. So…the rules have changed."

Randi was about to protest but was cut short by Jareth.

"You will try to solve my Labyrinth in twelve hours if you refuse my offer…"

Randi frowned, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I highly doubt you can give me my 'dreams', Mister Goblin King." she snorted, rolling her eyes, knowing where this was going. She read the book, and had memorized everything that would happen. He would offer her dreams, she should refused, she'll run the Labyrinth, win, naturally, and go back to her pathetic life. To her, it was a waste of time. To him…it was all a game.

Jareth sighed at the girls incompetence. She knew the story…but times have changed. Things have changed. He had changed. Ever since her. Sarah. He shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of that memory and turned his attention to the adolescence before him.

"Oh…but I can."

He stepped closer to her, producing a clear crystal.

"I can give you everything. Just love me. Fear me. And I will be your slave…Let me rule you. You will be mine."

His voice had a darkened demeanor to it as he said the last few words, making Randi shudder. She was slowly starting to notice the Goblin King wasn't who she thought he was. She had felt sympathetic towards him as she read the book…but now…meeting him in flesh and bone, he was exactly what the book had described him as. Cold. Heartless. Lonely.

"I refuse then." she stated simply, turning to the Labyrinth.

She could hear Jareth step up behind her, his hands grasping her upper arms, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin.

"I'm not letting you go so easily." he murmured, Randi's eyes closing. "I want you Randi. And I always get what I want."

Then he was gone, the words 'I always get what I want' echoing in her mind. She sighed and looked down at her shoes. Here went nothing.