Disclaimer- All I want for Christmas is the Labyrinth, the Labyrinth, the Labyrinth. All I want for Christmas is the Labyrinth. Yep. Still don't own them, but Larizel is mine, and she's cooler than Jareth anyway, but that's just because I actually own her. Someday... The Labyrinth will be mine.

AN- Thank you, Norehnka and unwritten, for my reviews. It makes me feel loved. I'm still surprised that with how many people are reading this, no one is reviewing. Hey do you guys know you can leave an anonymous review. Yea, just click the little box on the left bottom there… it will tell you how. Here is a nice long one for you. Norehnka this chapter will answer your questions. Love you guys.

Insanity Takes Its Toll

Chapter 11: Real Awakening

Larizel tossed and turned for hours. Jareth watched her in curiosity, with his concern showing on his face. It had been two days since he brought her to his castle, and she had yet to awaken. Emotions stirred in him that he couldn't understand. Shouldn't he be worried about what happened to Sarah? Shouldn't he be upset with Larizel for what she did? What did she do? Why did she do it? The questions clouded his mind, but all he knew was that he needed Larizel to wake up. He needed her to be okay. He took a wet cloth from the bowl next to her bed and dabbed her forehead with it.

It boggled his mind that he didn't see it before. "How could a Fae of such power like you go unnoticed for so long?" He spoke to her as if she could answer the question. He looked over her face and smiled to himself. 'She even looks Fae, the violet eyes should have at least been my first clue.' He sighed audibly and whispered to her in her sleep. "Larizel, please wake up." With that he stood and left the room to attend to the preparation of dinner.

Larizel slowly opened her eyes, and found herself in a room she didn't recognize. She knew she was no longer in her house. The walls were stone along with the floor. The dark room was decorated in dark shades of black, violet, and burgundy. The bed had satin sheets, and a crush velvet comforter. She stretched out her legs and slowly rose from the bed, nearly falling to the stone floor do to the head rush. She felt miserable and she couldn't remember anything. The last thing she remembered was getting back to the house and finding Sarah there with Jareth. She had noticed a window in the side of the wall. It was more of a walkway to the outdoors. As she approached the window with caution she could hear distance screams. Finally outside, the dark dangerous Labyrinth laid out before her. It shifted and moved like a predator stalking its prey. She could almost hear it whispering her name. She felt ill to her stomach as realization took its toll. "Jareth was telling the truth. Sarah truly had turned the Labyrinth into Hell, and I'm in the middle of it. Alone."

"You're not alone." His accented voice startled her and she started to black out from the shock. Stumbling slightly Jareth moved to her side and caught her tiny figure in his arms. Lifting her up like a babe, he laid her back down on the bed. "Please be careful. I wouldn't want you falling over one of our many ledges here in the castle. You are no good to me with a cracked head. You have still not fully recovered from your ordeal. Tell me Larizel. How much do you remember?"

She searched her brain, but found only the last memory. "I came back to make sure you were okay and." Her eyes began to glow lightly once more and Jareth found himself stepping back. "And I found you with Sarah." The glowing ceased and she continued. "I remember nothing after that."

Jareth sighed out loud. "Larizel, you may find this rather hard to believe, but I'm going to try my best to make you understand the position that you are in now."

She sat up leaning her back against the headboard. Her violet eyes stared at him intensely. She awaited the explanation he was about to lay out before her. He knew one thing for certain; if what he thought was true. The Labyrinth was far from lost. He grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and sat next to the bed and took a moment to relax. 'This wasn't going to be easy.' He thought to himself.

"Larizel I have no gentle way of telling you this." He swallowed hard as he took her hand into his. "Many years ago there was a young girl of the Ravenite bloodline that was set to be betrothed into a brooding bloodline, Nokturna, to merge the two and end the hatred. Before the betrothal could take place the girl disappeared. Regardless of how the two families searched she was never found. The two families battles with each other heightened as the accusations flew on why and who was behind her disappearance. This is what brings me to you. I believe that you maybe that girl." He held his breath to wait for her response, but she gave none. He cleared his throat.

Larizel sat in the bed focusing on her hand in his. She felt his pulse quicken as he spoke. She indulged in his breathing as he tried to calm himself in the task of telling her something he obviously wasn't comfortable saying. She inhaled the air around her. All of her senses were intensified. Except her hearing she had noticed. She watched his lips move but was too infatuated with his eyes, his expressions, and the way his mouth moved to hear a word. She found herself smiling.

"Larizel." Her name snapped her out of her trance. "Do you understand anything that I am telling you?" He stared at her at a loss. With one last attempt he spoke as blunt as possible hoping that this time she would understand. "Larizel you are Fae." This time she heard him. "You are a Ravenite."

Her smile faded and she sat in some sort of shock. She knew what a Fae was, but she had no idea what a Ravenite was, but it didn't matter. "What do you mean?" She sounded furious as if he just told her something was wrong with her.

He was mildly relieved to have some kind of response from her. He moved from his chair to the bed. "You are a Ravenite, Larizel, they are the Fae of Death and the most powerful bloodline in all of the Underground. " Realizing how close he was to her he went to move but she grabbed his leg.

Her violet eyes caught him in his place. "Jareth… why am I here?" He was taken aback by the question unsure of what she was actually asking him. "Why did you bring me here?" Her tone held such confusion and in a way fear.

He still didn't understand. "Larizel, with your power we can save the Labyrinth." He didn't want to discuss the matter of her being there and all the past of her bloodline. "Will you help me?"

She paused for a moment trying to grasp an understanding of what was happening. "Wait, if I am Ravenite, what are you?" Her tone was slightly accusing.

And there was the question he didn't want to answer. "Does it matter?"

"I don't know. Does it?" She took a critical eye to his features and facial expression. He obviously didn't want to give the answer. Which made her want it that much more. Lifting an eyebrow she showed that she expected the answer.

He sighed once more and stood to his feet not able to look her in the face. "I am the Fae that by blood you should hate. I am Nokturna, a Fae of Darkness."

She found that he was right it really didn't matter. "What do you need me to do?"

Sarah lay in her bed looking at her ceiling. She had enough of this existence. She was tired of the solitude that consumed this room, this bed that she has laid in for far too many years. She winced in pain as she tried to move her foot. She didn't break her ankle like they originally told her. It was a harsh sprang though and they say a sprang is worse than a break. A Sprang never heals correctly.

Her thoughts were drifting through the drugs in her system. Regardless how hard she tried all she could think about was Jareth. She finally got to tell him she loved him, or was that just another delusion. Was Larizel an illusion as well? What was she to believe and then a thought came to her. 'How does Jareth use his power to transfer from the Underground to the Aboveground and back?' It was a legitimate question one that she should have thought of a long time ago cause if he could do it, why couldn't she. She had more power than him. She had over taken him, so why was she the one locked up? She was getting upset with herself and started speaking out loud. "Why didn't you think of this before? How stupid could you be to have this kind of power and in 17 fucking years never think to use it?" She knew the answer. She looked back at the time shortly before they came and took her away.

Sarah sat at her mirror in her room touching the smooth glass with her fingers and cried. "Please Jareth. Please forgive me. I was wrong." She felt the suffering of the Labyrinth in her veins. Its torn soul warped itself around her. "Jareth… I need you."

"For what?" His uniquely toned voice answered from behind her, but when she looked he wasn't there. Bringing her attention back to the mirror he stood right behind her in the reflection. He repeated his question. "For what?"

Tears dragged their way down her face. She wanted to touch him but it was only in the reflection that he stood. "I need to tell you something." Her voice shivered as if she were cold. "I'm sorry for leaving. I was just stupid. I didn't know what I was losing… or winning." It was as if she was having an epiphany.

A cruel laugh crept it's way from his thin lined lips. "Oh you didn't? What a pity."

"I want to come back to you. Take me away from this awful place." She pleaded with the reflection but all he did was smile with cold eyes. "What's done is done." With that he turned in the reflection and left with his laugh echoing through her ears.

She cried out one last time to him. "Jareth… I'm In Love With You!" He turned one last time to her and shook his head at her. "It's not fair is it?" The realization that he didn't care sent a surge of panic and anxiety through her like a bullet.

Sarah awoke in her bed crying hysterically. "No Jareth! It's not fair! Don't leave me here!"

Her dad rushed into her room and tried to comfort her rocking her in his arms. "It was just a dream Sarah."

Karen stood in the doorway and watched in annoyance. "You need to stop giving her the attention she is searching for when she does this. You only make her worse"

He stood up from Sarah's bed and looked down at the poor girl in sympathy. "Sarah this needs to stop right now. You are almost sixteen years old. It is time to grow up." And with that he followed Karen out the door and back to their bedroom.

Sarah's tears welded up inside her. She was alone. Jareth left her, her mom left her, her dad, her friends… everyone has left her here to die in her own misery. Her pain turned to anger and hate. She felt the hatred circling in her body. In that moment was when her insanity was released into the Labyrinth and she swore that Jareth would pay for her pain.

Sarah lying in her bed she closed her eyes searching her mind, her soul for the Labyrinth. She felt a shock of cold in the depth of her chest. It slowly went from freezing to a burning glow as it traveled what seemed to be from her heart throughout her body. From her chest to her legs, down her arms, up her thighs, the heat was coming to a climax swirling in her stomach. Her ankle no longer hurt in fact her entire body no longer hurt. No longer in pain, the pain that she had felt for so many years was gone. All that was left was a tingling sensation as her body disappeared from her bed leaving nothing but light glitter falling onto an empty bed never to be occupied again.

AN- whoo, that was tough. The very beginning of this chapter up to Jareth not knowing how to explain Larizel being a Fae was what I had originally written forever ago. This was the chapter I got stuck on in the past. But finally it is complete. Only 6 chapters to go. I'm sure you thought we were done with Sarah huh? Not by a long shot. The last part of this chapter was the flashback of the episode Sarah had that put her into the psychiatric hospital, it's also the occurrence she thought that Jareth came to her and after her confession laughed and left her causing the dark change in the Labyrinth. There you go Norehnka. This was hard to set up, but after 6 years… lol it is done. Now… moving on.