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Without missing a beat Buffy ran into Giles office and returned wielding a wicked looking double edged axe. "Come on!" she shouted. "We have to follow them!"

"Follow them where?" Jenny said. "I can't even sense them anymore, how will you find them."

Giles rounded on Jenny. "Why can't you sense them?" he said frantically. "What does that mean?"

"Calm down, Giles." Jenny said gently. "He hasn't hurt her yet. He needs a sacred place and moonlight, so we have a few hours left. He's just taken her farther away than my ability to sense them, but I'm sure they're still in Sunnydale." I hope, she thought. "I'll go and try to find them. In the meantime, I suggest the six of you find a way to summon the Gypsy King."

"Goblin King" Willow corrected.

"I don't care if he's the Disco King, Will. Just get him here." With that Jenny disappeared, and those left behind stared at each other before heaving a collective sigh and going back to the books.

"Sarah seemed to think that the book she found just before she was taken would have an answer for us." Giles remembered. "Buffy, do you still have it?"

"I left it in your office." She said, running to the aforementioned room. She returned with a small red bound book that Giles had never even realized his library carried. It was labeled as fantasy, and he spared a brief thought as to how many other so called fantasy books were in fact reality.

"The Labyrinth" he read, running his fingers over the guilded title. Quickly he began opening the book, scanning its pages for some glimmer of hope. He realized it was really quite a bit of girlish fluff, but strangely compelling none-the-less. He wondered if there might be an enchantment on the book that drew young girls like Sarah to find it. He pushed away these distracting thoughts and continued the task at hand, the others watching him expectantly. Finally he came upon a paragraph that seemed to be just what he was searching for. "Oh dear lord." He said.

"What's wrong, G-man?" Xander asked nervously.

"Can it really be as simple as that?" he asked no one in particular. Buffy looked at him quizzically and he turned the book around for her, pointing to the sentence in question.

"I wish the Goblin King was here right now." She read, and looked back up at Giles. "Is that it?"

Giles wasn't looking at her, but at something just over her left shoulder. The lights in the library began to flicker and finally went out. She turned around just in time to see the back window bang open, and the room was suddenly filled with a violent wind. Papers were scattered and thrown about and books toppled off their shelves. The shadows scurried around the room as if in terror. Suddenly there was a burst of light and glitter and before them stood the man from the picture.

Buffy stared at him in awe, even as he gazed at them with an air of quiet outrage. He had long platinum hair that flew in wild directions around his head. His skin was pale and luminescent, and his eyes intense. She realized that they weren't even the same color, and that seemed to make him all the more exotic. He wore dark blue tights that showed off things Buffy would rather not think about, and a flowing white shirt that opened just below his chest. His feet and hands were both encased in leather, and over his shoulders was a cloak that seemed to be made of soft blue and white feathers. The wind had stopped, and yet still his hair and clothing seemed hover around him.

Jenny had been right. This man was powerful, frighteningly so, and Buffy found herself speechless. Everyone was, except for Oz, who babbled a bemused, "Huh."

The Goblin King regarded the gathered teenagers and their librarian, and circled them slowly, looking them each up and down. Finally he stepped in front of Buffy once more and smiled when she lifted her chin to him defiantly. "My word," he said mockingly, "A slayer! How quaint. I would have thought this world would have figured out how to tame its vampires and demons by now." He reached out and touched her gleaming blonde hair. "Slayers are always such pretty things. What a pity they don't last long enough to enjoy it."

Buffy tensed, but his gaze left her and traveled to Giles. "And what have we here?" he asked. "If this is a slayer, then surely you must be her Watcher." Giles didn't answer, but it bothered him that this being seemed to know so much about them, and yet he had never heard of the Goblin King before today. As if reading his thoughts the Goblin King continued. "Oh, I've met your kind before. I believe the bones of a Watcher still adorn the bottom of one of my oubliettes." He stopped and whispered in Giles ear menacingly, "I trust you're a bit more reasonable than that fellow."

Again, he turned his attention to the next in their group. He looked at Willow, his eyes traveling her up and down, and then seemed to lean over and sniff her. Willow trembled but held her ground. "I smell magic on this one." He said. "Could there be a witch beneath this pretty exterior?" he asked.

Willow swallowed, and pushed away the voice in her head that was squealing He called me pretty! "Um…I'm not much of a witch...umm…" she fumbled for something to call him that was the least likely to offend him, "Your Majesty? Sir?"

To Willow's delight he smiled, a very genuine smile, and continued. "Oh, but you are." He said, running a finger along her cheek as though tracing invisible veins. "A very dark and powerful witch, waiting to be born." Willow shivered.

He turned next to Oz. "Werewolf?" he asked simply.

"Ye." Oz nodded.

"Hmm." The Goblin King agreed, and moved on with his inspection. Turning to Xander he said. "There is no power here at all." Xander looked down and shuffled his feet, feeling deflated, but the Goblin King continued. "But there is great courage, and courage can often be more powerful than any magic." Xander looked back up at the mystical being, and to his wonder and surprise, the Goblin King bowed to him, very slightly. "I have great respect for courage." He said.

Finally he turned to Cordelia, who had been staring at him this whole time with unconcealed lust. He circled her once, twice, taking in every inch of her. Her long dark hair and slight frame reminded him of…no…he would not think of her. Thinking of her lead to pain, and he had had enough of that over the past two years. "There is courage here, as well." He said, and Cordelia smiled. "But a selfish courage that serves only yourself. Tell me, my pet, why are you a part of this company of demon slayers?"

Cordelia shrugged. "I dunno." She said. "I just got sucked into it and can't seem to suck my way back out." The Goblin King raised a glittering eyebrow and looked at the strange young woman with mocking ammusment. "Perhaps I can help you with that." He said, and she blushed.

Giles had finally had enough, and moved to step between the Goblin King and Cordelia. "Aren't you the least bit curious as to why we brought you here?" he asked.

The Goblin King laughed. "Brought me here? You say that as if I had no choice." He waved a dismissive hand and continued, "No, I simply heard your summons and, having nothing else to do, decided to answer it." His mismatched eyes met Giles' grey ones and his face was cold. "It was my own curiosity that brought me here, Watcher, not you."

Giles held his ground admirably. "Be that as it may," Giles continued. "We did have a reason for calling you."

The Goblin leaned against the circulation desk, feigning disinterest. "And what might that be?" he asked.

"There is a girl that needs help, Your Majesty, and we believe you may be the only one who can."

"Please, let us dispense with titles, Rupert. You may call me Jareth." Jareth attempted to look as though he was undistressed by this news, but the truth was he had an uneasy feeling. He had not missed the presence of the shadow elementals, and he knew that only very strong wild magic could have drawn so many of them to one place. Not many people in this world had so much magic, and he could think of only one that might think to call for his aid. "Now tell me who this girl is, and what help you think I can be to her."

"I believe you've met her before, Your..Jareth, her name is Sarah Williams." At the sound of her name Jareth's eyes shot upward. He quickly replaced his mask of indifference, but not before Giles saw the emotions that had marched across his face; anger, pain, fear, love?"

"And what of young Sarah?" Jareth asked guardedly.

"She came back from your world infused with wild magic." Giles said, and Jareth nodded. This was not news to him, considering he had been the one to give it to her in the first place.

"What of it?" he asked.

"Now that she's taken up residence on the Hellmouth, that magic has attracted the attention of a demonic spirit, one that would use that magic for his own purposes."

Worry was now evident on Jareth's face. "And where is she now?" he asked.

"I'm afraid he's taken her," Giles said.

Jareth was no longer trying to hide his concern. He stood up and began pacing the floor. "Well why are we wasting time?" he demanded. "We must go after her! We must stop this!"

Giles regarded the Goblin King, mentally wondering at his concern for the girl. "I'm afraid it's not as simple as that. We don't know where they are." Jareth rounded on him, fury in his eyes, but Giles was unflinching. "And if we don't find her by tonight, he means to kill her." Giles watched with curiosity as the Goblin King paled.

A/N: Yay! The Goblin King makes his grand entrance! I couldn't wait to write this chapter, so you get two in one day. Wasn't that nice of me? If you aren't a Buffy fan, I hope you've gathered by now that Oz doesn't talk much.

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