Somehow this story has dissapeared... I don't know why...

My heart has been broken by the news that the world has lost our brightest star. David I will miss you every time I listen to your music or watch your movies. You were my secret crush as long as I can remember. I felt the need to write about Jareth, as the movie Labyrinth has been the first thing that brought me to David Bowie. What a wonderful man and what a wonderful actor. You will be greatly missed.

This story does not take place in the underground, but in the normal world. Jareth is a very wealthy and powerful man that crosses paths with Sarah. Will he save her? Will she let him?

Prologue

Since my father had begun his gambles I had been afraid of the consequences. It began with Friday nights alone. Were we would have been watching movies together in the past, he now left me home alone. He then started going out entire weekends. I only saw him during the week, when I came home from school. I wondered why he liked gambling so much. We used to go fish every other weekend, or camping somewhere near the lake. But not anymore. After my 18th birthday I rarely saw my dad anymore. Sometimes I heard him have yelling phone conversations, where after he cried in his room. I had once asked him why he did it, why he left me alone so much. The answer was simple. I didn't understand anything anyway and I should start having a life of my own. If he only could have known, how different my life would, because of him and his gambling.

Chapter one.

My last year in high school was passing me by. Of course I was studying, but I wasn't hanging out with my friends like normal teenagers would. Every day I rushed home, scared to find my dad gone, dead or kidnapped. His gambling had gotten so worse and his debts so high, even I understood he was in real danger. And the worst part was that I could do none about it.

'Only by winning the lottery,' I mumbled to myself, entering our house. I saw the house was empty, almost to neat for my father's taste. Would he have cleaned? I dropped my bag and walked into the kitchen, filling a glass with water.

Maybe he would come around and get help for his addiction. He couldn't go one forever gambling, could he?

'Good afternoon,' I suddenly heard a rich voice say. I knew for sure it wasn't my father's. I took a few steps into the living room and saw a man sitting on our couch. I was shocked to say the least.

The man had blonde hair, a sharp face with pronounced cheekbones. He was handsome for sure. He was lean build, almost skinny, although his arms showed muscle. No the thing that had all my attention wasn't his handsomeness. It were his eyes. One green, one blue. How strange, how beautiful.

'You are Sarah, if I am right?' he asked. His voice sounded so full, so manly. He stood and then made me take a step back by seeing how tall he was.

'Who are you, why are you in our house?' I asked, my voice shaking so much I saw him grin about it.

'No need to fret darling. I came to offer you a proposal.' He stopped advancing on me and simply watched me with his mismatched eyes. I was intimidated beyond belief. Who was this man?

'A proposal?' I asked. His grin expanded even further. He nodded.

'You are the daughter of Robert Williams, is that correct?' he asked. I swallowed before I nodded. He now smiled.

'Well, good to see that the man has done one thing right in his life.' I waited for his explanation. But it never came.

'What are you talking about,' I asked. He watched me even more intently before he grinned. I noticed how his teeth weren't completely straight, but only more manly.

'You darling, I am talking about you.' I took a step back, wondering if I could run away if I needed to. Would he follow me if I did?

'You are aware of your fathers 'occupations'?' he asked. I swallowed. So he was here because of the debts. He came to collect money that wasn't even here.

'I have nothing to do with his gambling habits. I have no money to offer. I am simply waiting for the day he stops or I can live on my own,' I quickly defended myself. His grin disappeared, his sharp face looking even sharper when his eyes found mine once more.

'Your father has a very large debt with me. One he can never repay.' I swallowed. Would this man hurt me?

'I'm sorry for that, but I have nothing to do with it.' His grin returned.

'Oh but you do. Your father had offered me something I am interested in,' he said. The way he spoke, the choice of his words where enthralling. It was both beautiful and scary at the same time.

'What did he offer you?' I asked. His face grew serious once more.

'You'.