DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth or any of the characters associated with the film. They are the property of the Jim Henson Company. I do own Stewart, and he is evil, as will be showcased in this chapter. Enjoy. :)

Sarah stared at Stewart. As she had stood watching Stewart and Jareth interact, she had noticed it – his aura. The entire time that they were in the labyrinth, she had just assumed that he was a fae, that he was the same as Jareth. But, standing here in the room with the two men, she could see his aura unmistakeably surrounding his form. The only reason she'd noticed it was that she could not see the same type of glow around Jareth. Jareth had an aura, but it was as clear as a crystal. She had looked down at her own body and noticed the faint green glow outlining her. Why could she see auras all of the sudden? The effect of the dark magic on her body was becoming more pronounced, she swayed from a loss in equilibrium.

Sarah had started to step back with the realization of Stewart's race, but that's when she saw the look in his eye that made her falter. He was human. He had been morphed hideously by hatred and dark magic, but there was a pain in his eyes that was undeniably human. The magic clouded her vision momentarily, and she swayed once more. She shook it off and began to move closer to Stewart.

Sarah stood beneath him, her warm, green eyes delving into his icy orbs. She raised a hand to his face. In her peripheral, she could see Jareth start. She could see that he'd moved from his lounging position and was preparing to stand. She smiled weakly at Stewart as her hand touched his face; there was pity in her eyes. For a moment, Stewart looked down at her, confused and unmoving. He had never done anything to deserve her kindness or her pity. He blinked and the confusion was cleared from his eyes. Sarah's eyes widened and she began to back away, her hand hastily pulled away from his face.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, Stewart, no!"

She was pleading, her mouth opening and closing without making a sound. Stewart's face became very dark, holding all the promise of what was to come. Sarah could see it in his eyes. There would be no remorse, in fact he would likely relish in Jareth's pain. Sarah continued to back away, but she was caught by a swift use of magic. Stewart dragged her forward with his magic as roughly as he had physically. Her arms were pinned to her sides, and she watched in horror as his arm reached back far beyond his head. The movement was rapid, so rapid that she'd barely had a chance to recognize her fate with any finality. He'd hit her again, swinging her head back with a lethal force. Her entire body twisted from the force, and she crumpled to the ground with a dull thud.

Stewart turned to Jareth, clearly satisfied with his handiwork. Almost satisfied. With a snap of his fingers, Sarah was clothed in her favourite fairy tale dress, a ring of white flowers adorning her head, her hair clipped up loosely. He'd left the damage that he'd caused her visible: purple bruises and thin trickles of blood from her nose and mouth.

Stewart smiled coldly. "Isn't she lovely?"

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Jareth had started at Sarah's movement. She had actually touched Stewart's face, moved closer to him, showered him with her pity. Jareth sensed that she was risking far too much with the action. He realized with a start that his suspicions had been correct as she backed away in horror. It had all happened far too quickly, with an inhuman speed. In Jareth's weakened state, he had been unable to do anything, his speed not matching his powerful foe's. Jareth had watched as Sarah had hovered in the air at the perfect height for Stewart to strike her. He'd seen her pleading for her life with her perfect green eyes, and he'd seen him pummel Sarah, champion of the Labyrinth, keeper of his heart, to the ground with a force no human could withstand.

Jareth stood motionless, staring at her lying in the ground, hoping to see her chest rise and fall. It did not. Her porcelain skin, blemished by Stewart's hand, grew paler with each passing moment. Yet, there might still be a chance, if he could dispatch of this villain quickly, there might still be a chance to drag her soul back from its eternal journey and breathe life into her body once more.

Stewart stood watching the Goblin King for a while, regarding his handiwork. He was quite proud of himself, for who was the girl to pity him? He'd lived for hundreds of years, planning his revenge, plotting Jareth's demise.

"You really do spoil all that you touch, Jareth," Stewart spewed.

Jareth turned all of his attention to him. The sooner he was rid of him, the sooner he could try to save his soul mate. Jareth's face was a mask of indifference.

"I try," he said, quietly.

Stewart had not been expecting that response. He'd expected the Goblin King to crumple in misery, he'd expected him to feel the same sort of pain he had once felt, long ago.

"Who are you, Stewart?" Jareth drawled lazily. Stewart became incensed. He had just killed Sarah, the girl the king was refuted to be in love with, and the bastard didn't even care.

"Sarah was right, wasn't she? You are human," Jareth stated. "So, who are you, exactly, and what do you want from me?"

"My sister," Stewart screamed, consumed by a rage that had built up over the centuries.

"What about her?"

Stewart's anger was mounting exponentially. "She was in love with you! She never forgot you! Never! She died from heartbreak!"

Jareth raised his eyebrows, still unsure to whom Stewart was referring. He smiled his dazzling smile, "I tend to have that effect on women."

His rage uncontrolled, Stewart shot magic at Jareth with dizzying speed. Luckily, sensing Stewart's fury, Jareth was able to block the attack easily. He glanced at Sarah's body once more, over Stewart's shoulder. There was no time for this.

"She ran your labyrinth," Stewart had continued. "And, you made her fall in love with you."

"Probably," Jareth replied. "But, who, my dear boy, did she wish away?"

Stewart swallowed hard. "My mother."

A realization hit Jareth. He remembered the girl now, she had been plain, and her dreams of being wanted were projected strongly. Her mother had been cruel to her and her brother, and so she had wished her away. She had run the labyrinth anyway, realizing that despite her cruelty her mother was the only one she'd ever have. She'd done surprisingly well, reaching the castle eventually. In the end, he'd been able to seduce her into running out of time. Twelve hours. His thoughts turned worriedly to the next woman to conquer his labyrinth, he'd bent time for her. Jareth shook his head, he needed to focus. That woman had run his labyrinth six hundred years ago. This gave him valuable information about his foe. It had taken this human as many years to plan his revenge, meaning that he was clothed in a magic which slowed his aging process. Undo that magic, and he would crumple into dust.

"I had no mother!" Stewart howled, "No sister!"

"No fault of mine," Jareth said quietly.

"WRONG!"

Again, uncontrolled magic came flailing from the man. He'd focussed it midway on its path to Jareth. It hit its mark. Jareth was flung backwards, but managed to stay on his feet, conjuring up a protective barrier around himself. But, it was all he could do. Stewart had been wise to weaken him. He frowned, he would not win. The force of the dark magic emanating from Stewart was incredible; his misdirected hatred was so complete. Jareth mused for a moment that humans were so predictable in incorrectly placing their blame. He recognized that this may be one the last musings he'd ever make. He gazed at Sarah for a moment, feeling he'd failed her in so many ways. Stewart's magic forced him to his knees. Still staring at Sarah, he thought sorrowfully:

I'll be joining you soon, my love. We've chosen the path between the stars.

AN: GOOD GOD, I'VE KILLED HER! It's not over yet… BWA HA HA HA! Oh, and please review…pretty please?