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amulet-no3@owlpost22.zzn.com

Electra paced barefoot up and down her bedchamber. Annoyed at Jareth and the goblins. She had warned them, she had tied to tell him, but he would not listen. That girl was trouble, she would bring about his ruin, but he had decided that he needed her, that he wanted her, that he 'loved' her. But Electra knew differently, she knew the truth. "The girl must die!" It was the only way to protect Jareth, to secure his freedom, his kingdom and his hidden love for her.

They had been lovers before that little witch had entered into their lives, now he wouldn't even look at her, or give her a kind word. He had turned on her, away from her. "Damn you, Jareth. You will be mine again. I won't let her destroy us. She's going to die!" An evil laugh erupted from Electra, she would rid them all of Sarah and her brother, FOREVER!!!

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Jareth looked out over the Goblin City, its small streets and alleyways empty and cleared of the battle debris. The rocks and bodies having been moved, as had Sarah's friends been removed from the living realm. He had made sure of that personally. The only reason that she still lived was because of his feelings for her, for his temper was getting rather short, as was his tolerance of her shit. She had called him, she had asked that the child be taken, and she had failed to get him back. Now was the time for her to pay the consequences. Love him, the Goblin King, or die!

As these thoughts inhabited his head Jareth longed for her choice to be him, but he knew it would not be so. Could he kill her? He knew that the answer was no, but Electra would have problem with ridding them all of Sarah. But he would have a problem with Electra ridding him of Sarah; it all went round in a viscous cycle. The sound of Sarah's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Let go of me, you ugly little creep. Let me go!"

Struggling, the Goblin Army brought Sarah to Jareth and forced her to her knees. She fought against them, but to no avail. "Ah, Sarah. Still in chains, it doesn't have to be this way. You could have a throne, a castle, a kingdom. You could have it all."

"With one drawback." She was feeling bold.

"Really?" He smiled down at her. "And that would be?"

"YOU! You Jareth!" The smile was wiped from his face. "I will never accept your proposal."

"You seem to be forgetting one thing my dear."

"What?" Grabbing her hair, Jareth snapped Sarah's head back.

"It's not a request. You failed, now you belong to me. So make your choice. Me, or death."

"I would rather die than be your Queen." Indignant to the last.

"We shall see about that. Put her back in the dungeon."

The Goblin Army rallied around Sarah and dragged her back the way they had come. She kicked and screamed, swearing she would get Jareth for what he was doing, he paid no heed, she would come around. She would love him and she would be his Queen, or he would die making her.

"ELECTRA!!!"

Blue hair flowing, Electra glided into the room. Her long sky-blue gown with a long trail graced the ground behind her, the corners of which were tied to her wrists. "Yes my lord?"

"Put Sarah in a Bedchamber, lock her in. Give her food and gowns. Jewellery too. If I can't make her love me, I can persuade her to love me."

"With the gifts of gowns and riches?"

"With gifts of generosity."

"More like stupidity." She whispered under her breath.

He whirled on her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to him. "ENOUGH, ELECTRA! You really don't like her do you?"

"I don't trust her. I have seen the effect that she has on you, and the consequences. You have changed, I want the old Goblin King back." She moved her face within inches of his, moving closer with each breath. "The ruthless King who kills on the first mention of the word, the king, the ruler, the lover, I want him back."

He responded to her advances, but stopped short of a kiss. "You know." He said as he pushed her away. "Green is definitely not your colour."