A/N: Thanks to the few who read and reviewed! Mwah!
There's a phone number stated in this chapter. It's just random numbers. Don't try to call it and expect to get me, because that's just weird. If it's YOUR phone number, well, heh. Now I can stalk you. :3
The Labyrinth isn't finished with you! Chapter Three: Someone downstairs isn't happy!
"CURSE THAT BLASTED BRAT!" Jareth, the arrogant Goblin King yelled out in his quiet throne room. The few goblins that lingered in there sped out, for fear of meeting certain demise from Jareths' boot.
Unfortunately, there was a single tiny goblin that didn't make it out in time, and quickly ended up flying through the air with nothing but a feeble, 'Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!'
Jareth, frustrated, sat down on his throne, and rapped his troubled fingers on the arm of the chair. Grumbling incessant nonsense, he conjured one of his mystical crystals and looked inside it. There she was, happy as always. Well, not really. She seemed a little more dreamy than usual. Perhaps later, he'd send a goblin or two after her. Just to let her know he wasn't gone.
A tawny owl swooped down and landed at Jareths' feet. Despite his anger, a pleased smirk twitched at the corners of his mouth.
"No, no goblins..." He thought aloud. "Nethyre, follow her. Don't let her forget."
The owl hooted, and scratched at the floor before it took off again out the window.
He leaned back in his chair, a devious plot forming in his egotist mind.
"Hmm... yes, but that's all the hints I'll give the girl. Let her think she dreamed it all, and then..."
He conjured another crystal, (as the other one had floated away) and stared into it. The vision within it was not focused on Sarah, but more Sarah walking away, and a little red book on the floor.
A girl, who was lingering in the halls with her friends, picked it up, and her eyes went wide at the sight of 'This book belongs to Sarah Williams. If found, call 555-8474.'
This caused Jareth to break out into laughs. Yes, perhaps things would turn out more quickly than he expected!