Marcy here folks. I'm honestly surprised the support I've been getting and honestly you all have no idea how much I smile when I see a Follow Favorite or Review. I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. I don't own Labyrinth.

An old gray jeep pulled up by the shop with bars, and signs that read "Step In For A Spell" or "Mind Your Brooms" in the windows. Sarah drummed her nails against the steering wheel, trying to get her mind to return to rational thought. Checking out the window to make sure no one was watching for her, she opened the door and rushed for the building. Slamming herself behind the door she could smell sage and dragon's blood burning in the back.

"Rosie!" she called for the woman a sliver of her panic slipping into her voice. The elderly woman came from the back, her hair a soft silver done up in a tight bun, the wrinkles around her mouth coming up into a smile while the lines in her forehead showed her worry.

"He's here." She walked forward running a hand through her hair. "How could he be here? He shouldn't be able to come through like that and bring that thing with him." Not looking at anything, she crossed her arms to comfort herself. Rosie walked over arms stretched out wide to embrace the girl.

"I'm sorry my dear, I should have seen that this may happen" Stepping back she took the girl's hand and lead her to the back room. Sarah could only look in awe when she saw the tomes resting against the wall neatly on their shelves. On the other side was a table lines with candles of various colors with carvings running down the sides. The room smelled of spices and had a heavy warmth to it.

Rosie knelt down at the table lightly patting the space next to her for Sarah to join. Sarah went to her knees watching intently as the woman grabbed a purple candle with an eye with arrows pointing out carved into it. With intense focus she lit the candle and the flame that came from it almost blinded them both.

Sarah jerked away covering her eyes but Rosie only closed her eyes for a second, then returned her focus. After a few moments the flame went out on it's own leaving behind a puddle of wax. Gripping Sarah's hand, Rosie lead her to the exit.

"You must leave. He won't be able to see you with magic while you wear that ring, but he will soon have eyes and ears every where." Rosie stopped at the door and grabbed Sarah by the shoulders. "Do you have anywhere you can go?"

Thinking through Rosie's sudden panic, Sarah remembered the cabin her family had in the valley. Once she nodded he head Rosie grazed her lips against her cheek.

"Trust no one Sarah. Go out only when you need to. If he finds you, he'll never let go"

With Rosie's warning Sarah fled to her jeep and speed out to get home and pack. Her eyes strayed from the road to see if she was being followed, but the coast seemed to be clear. When she got home she went to the bedroom to see Damian sitting on the bed waiting for her.

"Where have you been?" His tone only showed concern, still Sarah paused. Walking over to the closet she threw out a duffle bag that landed right in his lap.

"We need to leave." Flipping through her clothes she grabbed simple jeans and t-shirts that could be thrown on quickly and easy to blend in. Folding them hurriedly she placed them in the bag.

"What? Why?" The questions fell on deaf ears while she kept on packing. He stood and grabbed her by the shoulders, but she thrashed out of his hold. "Sarah what's going on with you?"

She bit her lip looking up at him a moisture clinging to the edge of her eyes. "You have to trust me. I need to leave, and you can either come with me or stay here."

He stepped away pressing hand to his forehead. Without waiting for his response Sarah went back to packing. Damian sighed and cursed grabbing some clothes and placing them in the bag.

She looked at him surprised and he only smiled and kissed her.

"You're lucky I love you"