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Sarah thought about her present situation, sadness flooding over her with the realization that her entire family was dead. She wished that she had never called the Goblin King. She could run the Labyrinth, but what would be the point? She had no one to return to, no home to go to. If she chose the castle, there was no telling what Jareth would expect of her. She shuddered. Although she had always been attracted to him, the idea of being at his mercy brought forth a new fear.

She would run his Labyrinth. And she would demand to stay in the Underground forever as payment for the increased difficulties he had placed within. Just to keep it "fair" of course. She smirked and looked down the hill. "Well, c'mon feet." She said, and trotted down the hill, and towards the pool where she had once upon a time met Hoggle.

Jareth watched Sarah through the crystal. So she's decided to run the Labyrinth again, has she? He mused. Of course, he'd have to make it more difficult for her this time around; he needed to make her come to him, to bow to his whim. Just to be sure, he'd had the dwarf, the knight, and the beast taken to the dungeon, which of course was a hip and happening club in the Underground. That ought to keep them distracted so that Sarah would have no help this time around.

Sarah walked around the outside of the Labyrinth's walls, trying to recall where Hoggle had directed her to the door. A loud buzzing started near her ear, and she absently waved her hand at it. Suddenly, a sharp pain emanated from her little finger.

"Ow!" she cried, and stared at her hand, then glance up at the injurer. Fairies. Of course. "You know, I'm happy that Hoggle used to kill you buggers." She muttered.

But not quietly enough. At the sound of the name Hoggle, a loud buzz began, and a swarm of fairies arose around Sarah. Her eyes widened, and she ran for her life, the cloud of angry, hissing pixies close on her heels. As one fairy finally reached her and bit her ear, she leapt sideways, and by chance leapt through a small opening in the Labyrinth walls. She slipped to one side, and held her breath until the buzzing disappeared in the distance. She let out a sigh, and looked around – she was in a part of the Labyrinth she had never seen before.

Pathways stretched out in all directions with her standing at the center. There was even a pathway behind her, where she had come through the wall. Three years ago she would have been shocked by that, but not now. She knew better. The question was now which way to choose. She looked up to see the castle, far in the horizon. The pathway straight in front of her appeared to go on forever, and in the direction of the castle. Sarah started to walk down it, but she had forgotten one essential thing: things were not always as they seemed.

As Sarah continued down the path, darkness fell over the Labyrinth. Soon, she was walking with her hands in front of her, so she did not walk into a wall. Suddenly, there was the sound of grinding gears, and before she could react, she was dropped through the ground. A grate above her closed, and she realized – she was in an oubliette.

As she sat on the dusty ground, a sinister chuckle began – silently at first, and then with increasing volume. There was a flash of light, and then, beneath an over-hanging glowing crystal stood Jareth.

He was resplendent in black breeches that hid nothing, tucked into knee-high black leather boots, and his loose black poet shirt flowed over his shoulders and left his chest bare. His alabaster skin was almost translucent. Sarah had to stop from reaching out to touch him. When her eye finally rose to his face, he smirked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"See anything you want, Sarah?" he asked silkily, his sharp teeth shining in the odd light.

Sarah glowered at Jareth in the dim light he'd cast over the oubliette. As if she'd want anything to do with him, disgusted with her past desire to touch him.

"You wish," she spat defiantly.

Jareth raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow once more. "Very dangerous words, my dear."

Although her face showed anger and defiance, inwardly she was fighting the urge to jump up and tear off his shirt, to feel his faultless skin beneath her fingers. Why did he have to look so good? She stood up and faced him properly.

"What do you want, Jareth?" she asked, a fiery rebelliousness evident in her voice.

Jareth smiled menacingly, "Very dangerous question, Sarah, very dangerous indeed." He leaned in closer, resting his arm on the wall above her head. She suddenly realized she was pinned between the unyielding wall behind her, and the equally unyielding body of the Goblin King. He leaned down and nipped at her neck. "You do like to play with fire." He whispered, his hot breath tickling the small hairs around her ear.

Sarah shuddered, and clasped her hands together behind her back to keep from threading her fingers in his long, silky hair. "I don't play with fire," she denied breathlessly, "I put fires out."

Jareth chuckled and backed away. "Of course you do." He stepped backwards, and faded into the wall. "Good luck Sarah. I look forward to meeting you again. When you fail to solve my Labyrinth. Perhaps I shall meet you here. For I doubt any little dwarves are going to help you this time – I am not sending any."

Sarah let out a frustrated cry, and kicked the wall. As pain shot up her leg, she wailed "It's not fair!"

A silky chuckle sounded from somewhere above her.

"Jareth?" She called, a shiver of unease running down her neck.

"No, my dear Sarah, I am not that insidious king." A shadow unfolded from the depths of the ceiling and stepped into the dim light. A man stood in front of her, his hair dark, his skin paler than Jareth's, his eyes mismatched also. His thin lips stretched in a cold smile.

"No, dearest Sarah, I am certainly not Jareth. My name is Damien."

Damien was more terrifying to Sarah than Jareth had ever been. He was clothed in black, the very picture of elegance. His expression was cold and unforgiving. He reached a gloved hand out to stroke Sarah's cheek, causing goosebumps to form down her neck.

"My brother certainly enjoys keeping his mortal pets," he stated mockingly. "But, my, aren't you a pretty little pet?"

Confusion rose up in Sarah – had she heard him right? He was Jareth's brother? She didn't like his tone any more than she liked Jareth's. Untrustworthiness must run in the family, she mused.

"Don't touch me!" she yelped, hoping that she sounded convincing in her command.

Damien smiled coldly. "Now, now. No need to be rude, Sarah," he chided. "I haven't got the taste for mortals that my brother has."

He regarded her for a moment. "No, I have something much better planned for you."

In a flash of red light, the oubliette disappeared around them, and Sarah found herself standing in front of an open window. She looked out to see a barren landscape ahead of her, with the Labyrinth lying to the far west.

"Do you like my lands, mistress Sarah?" She spun to see Damien lounging on a bed behind her. She backed away, and held tightly to the wall as he slowly got to his feet and strode towards her. "You have a unique suite here, my dear. If you take a look around . . ." he gestured broadly to the room "You will see that there are no doors. The only way out is that window. I think, perhaps, you don't want to travel that way. I hear you mortals do not fly well." He began to fade into the wall.

"Wait!" cried Sarah. "Why are you keeping me here?"

"Oh, dear Sarah, do you truly not know? Your dear Goblin King will do anything to keep you well. And so you, my dear, will be all I need."