Hello everyone, I've gotten the itch to write this next, short chapter as a bonus thanks to my multiple reviews, followers, and new readers!

I hope you all enjoy! I love you all!

Bonus chapter

(The minutes in between hours)

Oh, that beautiful, horrible girl. She intrigued him; beguiled him as she tortured him. Jareth barely understood his own mind some moments when she was near. He lost himself.

Why did she have to make this turn? Why did he dare retaliate? Hadn't he learned from the first time?

He shook his head. He'd moved Elizabeth to another room, weary of her whining and moaning. Did the chit never shut up?

Clearing his mind, Jareth conjured a crystal orb and peered inside, turning it slightly. Within, an image of the young woman who so tormented the Goblin King, sending his mind reeling with ideas and nonideas; thoughts and blanks.

In this insane world, even that didn't make sense. How could one girl, no matter how beautiful and kind hearted, have this power over him and claim no majick?

There had to be something... something hidden in her that she and no anyone else, including him, could detect. But what could this be?

He propped his head in his hands before being distracted by the image in the orb. What was that blasted Nymph doing! He dared to touch his... his what? He didn't own her, nor did she seem to accept anything she gave him, so what did that make her to him; him to her?

He watched for a moment, anger rising above pondering, before he threw the crystal towards the wall, shattering it into millions of pieces.

He disappeared in a poof of glitter, reappearing in the cottage just beyond the Ravine-between-loves.

The nymph jerked back from Kirstin's prone body, a blank look safely in place- lucky, intelligent nymph. Any other expression- guilt, perhaps- would have ended the boy as dead.

Jareth glowered at the boy. "And what, pray, are you doing here?" Before Mercutio could even open his mouth, Jareth exploded, "I told you to test her for majick, not attack her and scare the life from her!"

He waved one gloved hand and Mercutio disappeared in a shower of glitter, which glooped on the floor where the nymph had stood. Where was the boy sent? ...Did Jareth really care?

He turned his attention to Kirstin, lying on the bed, motionless except for her facial expressions, which changed from having her brows drawn to a small smile.

Gently, he glided one gloved finger down her cheek, murmuring, "Dream of me, Precious. Only me..."

Sorry it's so short, but I really just wanted to give you all a better look into the Goblin King's mind there.

This short passage is set between Kirstin being knocked out and her finale in the dream ball, so I hope I didn't confuse anyone with the timeline!

I hope to update soon, so don't go anywhere!