Disclaimer: This is not mine, I'm making no money with it, which is a damn shame

Disclaimer: This is not mine, I'm making no money with it, which is a damn shame. The only Character(s) that belong to me r the ones that I decide to add to it.

A big thumbs up to my friend Mandaloonie, who has helped me through some of the hard parts. Thanx hun! ;o) All suggestions thankfully noted although not used. They didn't quite fit in with the story.

Not saying a word, he turned his back on her and walked away.

"Get me the girl!"

"No!" She had to make him see.

Jareth stopped, turned on his heel and stared at her. A stare so cold it made her shiver. "If you want her, get her yourself." Her voice was bold.

His clicking boot moved slowly, menacingly towards her, his body in close pursuit. He moved to within inches of her.

"If you value your life, Electra, you will do as I say." His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but that made it all the more frightening.

"I won't help you with anything that will lead to your ruin. I have seen the future."

"You have seen wrong!" Now he was shouting. "Do not defy me, Electra! Get the girl and get her NOW!" She had no choice but to back down.

"Yes my lord. As you wish."

In that instant she hated him. Never before had he questioned her abilities, never had he treated her the same as his minions. She was a seer, a muse, his pathway to future events. He may not have listened, or heeded her warning, but he had never shown a disrespect to her tellings. Sarah had to go. She had to die. But Jareth would never forgive her if she rid him of the girl. But what could she do? Jareth's next words not only broke into her concentration, but they chilled her to the bone.

"Electra!"

"Yes my lord?"

"If you hurt a single hair on her head, I will kill you personally and feed your rotting corpse to the worms. But not before I rip out your heart and feast on it."

"As you wish my lord."

With that he turned and walked away. Before she had even had time to think of a plan he had foiled her attempts to rid them of the girl.

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Sarah sat in the dark, damp, spider infested cells of the dungeon, thinking over how to escape from the Castle beyond the Goblin City, but nothing she came up with could help her. Either she would rot and die in the dungeon, or she would have to agree to the Goblin King's offer. Although neither choice was rather appealing to her, she had to choose.

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Electra screamed inside. She wanted the girl dead, not sleeping in the chamber next to her. Why couldn't Jareth see? She would make him see, somehow. But for now she had to humour him. She had to make, 'Sarah' comfortable. She wanted to kill her, not convince and invite her to stay for all eternity. But the master wanted it so it was to be.

Changed into her most gorgeous midnight-blue, silk gown. Her hair displayed in a contorted, mis-shapen, yet effective, pile on the top of her head. A hooded cloak to finish of her outfit, and she was ready to go get the girl.

Upon entering the dingy, dungeon, Electra was reminded of how much she hated Sarah. She stood in the cell, bold and unafraid. "Open the door." Electra commanded. The goblins couldn't move fast enough to obey her command.

"Come with me!"

"Where?"

"Never mind questions. Just follow me and you will see."

"I'm not moving until you tell me where you are taking me."

"Fine, stay here with the rats and the spiders. See if I care." She spoke to the goblins again, who jumped at her words. "Lock the door! The sewer-rat has chosen to stay in the dungeons."

"Wait!" She had suddenly changed her mind. "I'll come with you."

"I'm honoured."

Walking quickly, Sarah had to jog behind, Electra to keep up. She had so many questions to ask but had realised in the few minutes that they had been walking, that Electra was not the one to ask. Goblins surrounded them as they walked through the castle, afraid that Sarah would try to escape. It was not long before they were at her bedchamber. Forcing her through the door, Electra motioned for the goblins to wait outside. "The king wants you to be comfortable. This is all for you. Change quickly." She pointed to a gown on the bed. "You are to dine with Jareth tonight." She opened the door. Sarah was gazing around in wonder at the splendour of the room, the gowns, everything that was before her. Even the blue haired goddess standing before her in all of her glory.

"Thank you."

Electra laughed. "Don't thank me. If I had my way you would be dead by now."

"Why? I just want to go home. I never thought that I would be a prisoner here. Like you."

Electra turned on her. Who the hell did she think she is? Moving closer with each word. "I am not a prisoner. I was to be Jareth's bride before you showed up." Sarah backed further into the corner, until she hit the wall. "If it wasn't for you and your wish to get rid of your brother, we would be married and I would be ruler of all of this with Jareth at my side. But you have no concept of the power you could hold. Jareth wants you as his bride, he wants you as much as I want him."

"I'm sorry."

Grabbing her hair, Electra snapped Sarah's head back. "Know one thing, Sarah." Her voice held such contempt. "Before this night is through, I shall have your head on a platter." A single tear ran down Sarah's face. But the contempt did not last long.

"ELECTRA! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Jareth was standing in the doorway.