Hullo everyone – yes the Labyrinth does most definitely NOT belong to me, nor do any strange sexy men in tights, damn the luck.

Warning: This novel contains scenes with graphic sexual content. If you don't want to read it, you don't have to!

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She was back in the past, held deep in the clutches of an unnatural sleep but kept safe in the hands of loving memory. Elyssa was once again a young child, clinging giddily to her tall father. She laughed, carefree once again, hanging on for dear life as her father whirled her around the dance floor. Other couples danced around them as soft music from the orchestra filled the air. It was a ball held sometime in the faraway past, probably one of the countless charity events her father loved so much. As they danced, her father beamed down at Elyssa, "Someday little one, you will dance on the stage and light up the world." With childlike wonder, Elyssa responded as she did that magical evening, "Daddy, will Mommy see me dance in heaven?" Her father's eyes sparkled, "Of course she will, gosling. Your Mommy will be so proud…"

Suddenly it was no longer her father's voice she heard, "Mommy and Daddy will be so, so very proud." There was no mistaking that mocking voice. Elyssa looked up directly into the mismatched eyes of her enemy. So no longer was a child, and the ballroom around her had changed. It was once again the night of the auction – the night she first danced with Jareth. His arms were like bands of iron pressing her against his body. She struggled to get away, but it was pointless – he powerful body held her tight. Jareth slipped his hand into the dark tangle of her hair. Giving it a cruel yank, he titled Elyssa's face towards his own.

"You belong to me now, my love," his dark, cold voice drove shards of terror deep into her soul. Jareth's lips crushed into hers painfully, his passionate kiss momentarily robbing her will to struggle. Jareth's tongue slipped into her mouth, teasing and tasting her lips and tongue. Mesmerized by his kiss, Elyssa offered no resistance as he dominated her, erotically nipping at her lips. She moaned in pleasure when he turned his attentions to her neck, gasping as he bit the sensitive skin behind her ears. "This isn't real," she whispered. Jareth's feral gaze met her dazed eyes, "Oh but it is, my dear."

This can't be happening… her mind protested. Jareth's tongue continued to kiss and bite, claiming possession of her tingling skin. Dizziness washed over her; Elyssa fell against Jareth's strong body. Music roared in her ears, and she was dimly aware of other couples dancing and swirling all around them. Elyssa gasped as Jareth's hot mouth slowly moved further down her neck, gently biting at her shoulders. Where he had kissed felt raw, and a trail of red love marks marred the pale skin of her neck. Wherever his mouth moved, pleasure mingled with pain filling her with a sweet torture. Relentlessly, Jareth moved down her chest, kissing the swell of her breasts. Releasing her hair, his hand yanked at the delicate strap of her gown, pulling the bodice down to her waist. Elyssa cried out in shock as she stood, her exposed breasts rubbing against the rough fabric of Jareth's jacket.

Desperately she pleaded with him, renewing her struggle to escape his grasp. Jareth silenced her pleas by covering her mouth with his own, claiming her mouth for his own. Holding her hands pinioned behind her in one hand, Jareth cupped one of her soft breasts with the other. Elyssa couldn't control the low moan that escaped her throat. His thumb gently rubbed over her nipple sending her into an uncontrolled ecstasy. "Don't be afraid," his dark voice whispered into her ear. "Let yourself go…"

Elyssa struggled to maintain control, but was dismayed at how completely her traitorous body responded to his ministrations. Already a heat was building low in her belly – between her legs a warm dampness was spreading. She whimpered softly when his thumb brushed against her taut nipple again. The heat inside of her rose unbearably, creating a need so deep it was unbearable. When Jareth's mouth encircled her nipple, Elyssa arched her back, gasping in pleasure. Pressing herself against him, she felt for the first time the incredibly hard heat of Jareth pressed against her abdomen. As realization sunk in, fear raced through her mind causing her body to shiver in a sudden terror.

"Please," she whispered her eyes pleading. "Please don't hurt me…" Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and she lowered her head.

An understanding light flashed in Jareth's eyes as he gazed down at her. Stoking her hair softly, her raised Elyssa's eyes to his own. "I would never hurt you, Elyssa… not even in the dreamworld." His nimble hands caressed her skin, his touch unbelievable tender. Gently Jareth kissed her lips, savoring their softness as he held her in his arms. "Sleep now…" his voice began to fade as darkness slowly began to overtake her. "Sleep, my love…"

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The lonely sidewalk…the biting cold…the man standing all alone

…the gun…

Elyssa woke in silent agony, muffling her sobs with a pillow. Emotions wracked her small body – fear and pleasure mingled with the terror and sadness of her dreams. Overwhelmed by her own helplessness, she shed secret tears in the dark night. Silently she vowed, I am Elyssa D'Artagnan, and I will not let him use me. I will fight him and resist him with everything I have, no matter what the cost.

After several minutes her crying ceased, and sleep crept over her again. As she closed her eyes, she fell into a troubled, uneasy sleep. Fitfully she tossed and turned throughout the night.

She never noticed the silent figure who stood over her bed. She never felt the cool, calming hand which stroked her sweaty brow. She never heard the quiet words whispering into her ear. Kissing her forehead gently, displaying a tenderness he had accorded no other, the Goblin King stood as a sentinel in the night. Assured that her sleep was finally calmed, he slipped easily into the form of a snowy white owl and flew out an open window into the dark, dark night.

A/N: Don't worry…. Marcus is not gone forever….