Author's Note: As you may have already noticed, each of the chapter titles are going to be names of songs, and to the best of my ability I will try and display the songs tone somewhere in the chapter. You can download these songs and use them as a sort of musical representation of this story. Each chapter is a different song, sort of like a soundtrack. This particular song is, in my opinion, a well described depiction of the movie. It's almost exactly the same. I love it and so should you (if you don't like rock music then I will try to find another song that might match the movie for you, just let me know)! The song is called The Dream by Birthday Massacre; there is an awesome Labyrinth music video on made by namelessshe. I highly recommend it!

Enjoy!

Kryhs

Chapter Two: The Dream

The sun shone through the make shift curtains that Sarah had stuck into the window in her bunk on the tour bus, and onto her face. Her countenance scrunched into a scowl as she blindly reached for the curtain. After feeling around for what seemed like forever to Sarah, she succeeded in capturing the dark material in her hands and yanking them closed. However, Sarah did not succeed in keeping them there for long. As her hand slipped away from the curtains, she had the misfortune of pulling them out entirely making the sun light increase in her sacred bunk space.

Sarah growled and sat up, glaring as best as she could at the bright window. She'd break the window later; right now she was too tired. It had been two weeks since Dream Killer had hit the stores and already Reverie of Euthanasia's recognition was through the roof. Now if only she could manage to look as good as she did on the album cover, during a concert all her problems would be solved. She hadn't thought about anything but practicing, music, sleep, and the constant need for Aleve due to hangovers every morning.

Rubbing her hands over her face, she kicked her sheet off and pulled back the drape that cut her bunk off from the bus. She looked out, still scowling, and saw that everyone else was already awake. Riley was playing a game boy or PSP or something, she really didn't care right now. Hank was listening to something on his headphones, laid out in his bunk staring at the ceiling. Chris and Alex were playing chess on a magnetized board so that the lurching of the bus didn't disturb the pieces, and Sean was playing around with melodies on a small keyboard. Sarah slowly lowered herself onto the floor and readjusted her shorts and camisole top that she had been sleeping in then proceeded towards the bathroom. Chris glanced up, as she passed.

"Good morning, gorgeous!" he said teasingly. Sarah's hair was fluffy and tangled everywhere. Her eyes were still scrunched together trying to regulate to the light, and her mouth was clamped shut due to a bad case of morning breath. She walked in slow small steps caused by the massively filled bladder she had and gave Chris a certain finger before she closed the bathroom door behind her. Inside the small restroom, Sarah sighed heavily and turned on the faucet. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, then grabbed a comb and embarked on taking the tangles out. She exited the bathroom only to return to her bunk, open a drawer, pull out some clothes, and return to it. Closing the door, a little more softly this time, she changed into a pair of baggy black pants, and a black tank top. She picked up the comb and ran it through her hair to make sure she got all the tangles out. She stared at it for a while. How on earth did Chris and Alex convince her to cut it? That was beyond her. But, some how they did and thank the goddess she drew the line at cutting it. It wasn't that the hair cut was bad, she was just used to it being long and all one length. Her hair was cut just below her shoulder blades and had choppy layers. The first layer began at her jaw line. She hated bangs, not that she had bangs but she considered any hair that hung in her face bangs.

Grabbing a hair tie, Sarah left the bathroom and plopped down on the small sofa in the back next to Alex.

"'Bout time you woke up, girly." He said moving his knight to take one of Chris' bishops.

"What time is it?" she asked cradling her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Like three thirty in the afternoon." She watched the game with mild interest. The tour had started three days after the album's release. Already they had been to over three states and played almost ten shows. Sarah was tired, but this was the dream she wanted wasn't it, to be a musician? But, why had no one told her it would be this tiring? She closed her eyes and thought about what lay ahead for her and the others.

The parties that occurred after the concerts were filled with drunken dancing and groupies, male and female, trying to get in good with the band. She hated those people. The suck ups; the ones who would try anything just to follow you along on your ride into fame; the ones who only stuck around for the money and the fortune. Chris was the only one who hadn't bought into any of their lies. He and Sarah knew exactly what these people wanted. Alex and the others didn't care what they lied about. They knew exactly what the girls had intended when they asked them to have sex, and they knew that just because they bedded them didn't mean that they were an item. Though it was vindictive, Sarah applauded Alex and the others. Thanks to them, there would be fewer groupies in the world now.

Sarah gave a sadistic smile at that thought. She was sounding more and more like him every day. She frowned. No, never would she allow that to happen. He was an awful person, thing, whatever he was. He was terrible and petrifying. She hated him, no matter what she hated him. He kidnapped Toby, had scared both of them, harassed her and tracked her movement through the Labyrinth like it was a game. But, of course that's what it was to him, a game: A game in which he frightened anyone who dared to play it. But according to him, no one ever finished; probably due to the fact that he screwed with everyone's head in that horrible place.

"Stop it, Sarah…" she hissed, "Don't think about it, not now."

"You say something, Princess?" Chris asked, the click of a magnet being stuck into place sounding right after his words. Sarah's head snapped up and she opened her eyes.

"Just talking to myself," she said readjusting her position next to Alex. Chris eyed her for a moment.

"We've got a show at like seven or something," he moved his queen to take Alex's last night, "so don't get all, 'oh woe is me, I don't feel like singing tonight' on us ok?"

"Yeah, whatever just make sure you don't screw up your solo this time," she said standing up.

"Hey!" he called never looking up from his game, "I did just fine thank you; I was able to salvage that little slip up!"

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that!" she yawned moving towards the mini fridge, "Damnit, who ate all the cupcakes!"

-x-X-x-X-x-

Good Jesus, there are a lot of people out there tonight, Sarah thought looking out into the crowd. Pacing back and forth back stage was not helping to ease Sarah's nerves. She looked out into the crowd thoughtfully. There were much more people here than at any of the previous performances they had. She eyed each visible face warily. Their following consisted of a very gothic crowd. Not that she was complaining their music wasn't exactly the happiest thing in the world. It just showed that her lyrics meant something to people, they connected with it. Though they would never fully grasp the concept behind the lexis she wrote, no one would, not even Chris she enjoyed having a following. It was her secret and hers alone.

"Sarah?" she spun around to see Chris smiling at her, his eyes bemused by her fussing, "Why do you always do this?"

She stopped fidgeting and looked out into the crowd again, "I don't know what you're talking about." He laughed.

"Yes, you do. In the last two weeks everytime we've played a show, you're always restless and nervous back stage but the minute we walk out there you turn into this killer rock star."

Sarah gave him a self-conscious glance and returned to fidgeting and casting nervous looks into the audience. Suddenly the lights dimmed and Sarah obediently followed her friends into the low lighting of the stage. She felt someone staring at her, not like the normal sycophantic stares of her fans, but a more devious one. It sent chills up her spine as she approached the microphone. She looked everywhere, but still couldn't find the source of said vibe. Sarah shrugged it off as best she could and held up her hand for silence. The clamor of the mob muted and she beamed at them her eyes wild like someone with a neurosis. Chris was right she changed on stage. Suddenly she had a hunger to drown this horde with their music.

"Good evening!" she said pleasantly, "Are you guys ready?" The crowd roared with excitement. A distorted sound began for two eight counts then the tune seeped in slowly, stopped then came again. Suddenly the smash of the harmony and melody colliding together permeated the entire venue.

Sarah sang with a sultry voice staring out into the crowd, daring them to sing with her. She leaned into the microphone stand, making the show as flashy and theatrical as she could.

After she sang the last lines of the verse she felt the feeling of being watched again. Goosebumps began to rise all over her skin. Was she imagining it or did she just see a mane of blonde hair. She looked around quickly and saw a girl with bright curly blonde hair jumping up and down. She inwardly sighed in relief and began taunting the crowd again. She threw her head around letting her hair fly in all directions and grabbed the microphone vigorously, still the feeling persevered.

Sarah closed her eyes and felt the next verse rip through her being and surge with the music.

Sarah looked around the small concert hall. The prickling feeling kept tugging at her stomach and her nerves were screaming that something was wrong.

As Sarah snatched the microphone and began to sing, she saw who was staring at her, not their countenance, but she saw their form really. They stood with a black panama jack hat covering their face, a dark coat buttoned up and tied about the waist. Their hands were shoved deep into the pockets of the coat and they stood motionless in the swarming crowd that danced to the music. She glared at this person. They were testing her control over the crowd. She sang at them, not to them, challenging them to move to her words. And she sang:

They never moved, just stood there with their face shielded by the hat. Standing there, taunting her, ridiculing her with their calm demeanor. Sarah turned and ignored the spiteful person for the rest of the evening. She had a concert to perform.

-x-X-x-X-x-

It was dark. The evening, warm and sticky distracted her on her way back to the hotel they were staying at. The show went very well, the crowd loved them, and flocked the bus in order to get autographs. Sarah signed them with a loving smile. These were her admirers, she would deny them nothing. But, now that that was over she made her way back to her room in hopes of taking a shower and getting some much needed rest.

She continued her journey through the dimly lit streets and towards her destination: slumber. She waited impatiently as a light turned green and she had to wait for the walk sign to reappear. Only in the city would the streets still be crowded at one in the morning. She left the others at the club and prayed that they wouldn't wake her up with their drunken stupidity when they returned. She began tapping her foot and mumbling to herself about lights taking to long to change when she heard another taping that wasn't coming from her feet. Slowly she turned to look behind her, and much to her relief there was nothing there. The walk light clicked on and she hurried across the street.

She set off at a medium pace, glancing behind her every so often. The air was stuffy and hot, causing her to perspire even more than her apprehension was causing. The sound of other footsteps drew closer behind her. She stopped and took a peek behind her to see a hobo walking a little too close to her. She rolled her eyes and cursed herself for a fool before setting off again, the hobo still following behind her. She looked behind her again and saw his scrawny form waddling behind her at a fast pace. She turned back around and tried to ignore him, but his grunting and shuffling kept picking at her nerves. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and whirled around to tell him to shove off, when she noticed something completely wrong with the picture.

There, on the ground looking completely out of place with the grimy city surroundings was a perfectly round crystal. It glinted attractively in the street lights and began to roll away. For Sarah, this did not bode well. The crystal was almost out of sight when Sarah broke into a run and chased after it. She followed it down different streets until finally it turned into a darkened alley. Sarah hesitated at the alley's entrance and watched as the crystal gleamed down the alley. It stopped at the foot of a door at the end of the dark pathway. She cautiously walked down the alley, her eyes darting every which way. She watched everything around her with a heightened sense of uneasiness hoping that the shadows on the wall were just shadows.

When she reached the door the crystal was no where to be seen and the alley had to other doorways or passages leading off of it. Petrified, Sarah extended her hand to grasp the knob of the door, but just as her fingers touched the cold metal the door was swung open and a faceless shape hauled her into the dark. She blinked several times trying to place where she was, yet the dark was so substantial she couldn't see anything. Gradually her eyes adjusted to the shadowy space and she took a few steps into the empty room. The air smelled of mold and some other sordid thing she couldn't quite place. The sound of water drops echoed through the small enclosed space, and that's when Sarah realized there was only one way out. She turned and ran towards the door she had just come through and was spun around and thrown to the floor by an unknown force. She groaned and struggled to sit up while the sound of a tongue clicking in reprimand resonated in her ears.

"Leaving so soon? Can't have that now can we? Don't you want to see why you were dragged here in the first place?" The steely voice sent waves of fear crashing down over Sarah and she froze in a sitting position on the damp floor. The room suddenly grew hot and dingy, the smell of decay was apparent to her now. This room was rotting, and he brought her here to scare her. She hardened herself for his next onslaught. She had defeated him seven years ago. Why should she fear him? He was in her world now, and she would not have him threatening her as if she were still a little girl. She stood vigilantly. Staring around the room didn't seem to help at all. The only things she could see were the glint of scarce light on water's surface and a small shine in the center of the room. The crystal!

Sarah marched over to where she supposed the crystal to be and found not one, but five crystals all bunched together. She kneeled down to look into one of them and saw nothing but a shining obscurity. Laughter rang in her ears.

"I'm not afraid of you, Jareth!" She challenged the darkness, "You can't scare me anymore!"

"Can't I?" said a poisonous voice right in her ear. Startled, she felt his breath on her neck and twisted around quickly. There he was, in all his malevolent glory. Tall as she remembered, one eye blue, one a mixture of brown and green, both shining maliciously; he smiled that same cruel smile he reserved only for her. He wore that same high collared cloak from their very first meeting. Black leggings clung tightly to his bodice and his tall suede boots clicking against the floor as he approached her.

"Hello, Sarah." he said mockingly, "It's always a pleasure to see you."

"Get out of here!" she growled. He shook his finger at her with a derisive smile placed firmly upon his lips.

"Ah, ah, ah, you haven't asked me how I've been doing. Really, Sarah you ought to learn some manners. You wouldn't want people wandering through life thinking how disrespectable you are, would you?" She glared daggers at him, "Speaking of which, you also have not asked me what my reason of business is here." The Goblin King began pacing around her in a circle gesturing his hands in a vague motion about the deteriorating room. His fingers momentarily flitted towards the five crystals on the floor beside her and she looked up at him.

"Why are you here and why are there five crystals on the floor?" her glare increased as he deliberately ignored her.

"How's life been Sarah? Anymore fair then the last time we met? You know I've heard about what you've done with yourself. Pity, I was hoping to see you as an aspiring actress now days." His voice was filled with false sympathy.

"Why are you here?" she pressed. Jareth rolled his eyes and stopped circling her. Turning to face her, he locked his mismatched eyes with her own.

"I asked you a question, Sarah." He said in a low tone.

"I asked you one first, Jareth." She allowed herself to be bold, trying to calm the shivers in her spine. He smiled and ignored her question again.

"How's your career doing? That whole," he made a large gesture with his hand, "band thing, hmm?" I heard it's taken quite a good turn." He said brightly. Why would he be asking her about her career? Sarah thought on his words for a moment then realized that he was giving her clues. Her eyes grew wide with understanding.

"So you haven't lost your ability to think, then?" he said spitefully, "Am I a good enough muse for you, Sarah? What song was it now? Oh, yes 'The Dream' I believe. I rather like that one; it reminds me so much of our time together."

"What have you done with them?" she said in almost a whisper.

"Pardon me, dear? I couldn't here you, you were far too quiet."

Silence.

"Figured it out have you? And here I was thinking we'd beat around the bush for another hour or so before you caught on."

"What have you done with them!" she screamed at him, "Oh God, are they in those things!" She reached down for one of the crystals but her hand was snatched away quickly. Jareth held Sarah's hand with a vice like grip and backed her away from the crystals.

"Temper, temper, Sarah, you really need to practice having patience."

"Let my friends go! What do you want with them; they haven't done anything to…" she stopped short, "Who wished it? Who did you trick into making a wish?"

"Trick? Sarah has your perception of me really taken that low of a dive? I would never 'trick' anyone into making a wish…he did it himself, the foolish lout."

"Who made the wish?" she asked, desperately trying to tug her hand free.

"Wasn't a wish really, more of a promise, a pact if you will."

"Who, Jareth?"

Jareth merely looked down into the crystals on the floor as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Who did it!"

"Mmm, I believe his name was 'Chris' or something; Said something about 'goblins taking his band mates and him away if his dream came true'." He smiled wickedly.

"When did he do this?" she asked. She stopped struggling and Jareth relinquished his hold on her wrist. He made a sound as if in deep thought.

"Oh, I'd say six months ago," he said waving a hand. The crystals began floating up towards his open hands, "Of course his deal was not that we take them away and make his dream come true it was when his dream came true, so I couldn't approach him until his end of the bargain was completed."

"Why would he do that?" she asked brokenly.

"Now, why would I know something like that?" he asked walking around behind her. He paused for a moment, "My guess is that he met a girl who believed vigorously in a book and said something just as stupid as she had, seven years ago."

He stepped in front of her and looked at her coldly. The hurt in her eyes was evident.

"Well, I'll be on my way then," he said and he headed for the door.

"Wait!" she called out. If she could…Maybe if she could convince Jareth to let her play the game again she could save them. He stopped and turned around slowly.

"Yes?"

"Let in the Labyrinth again." Jareth blinked at her.

"My darling Sarah, why on earth would I do that? Unless you have something to pit against them, don't waste my time."

"Me,"

"Excuse me?"

"Take me,"

"Sarah, you're hardly worth five people," he sneered.

"Then let me try for each one of them in turn. Thirteen hours for every person," she might be able to get away with this, "keep me if I should fail even once."

"No," he said darkly, "Thirteen hours for the lot of them, and I keep you and whoever you fail to rescue." Sarah looked at him for a moment, weighing her options. Just as she made to respond he cut her off, "I warn you now they will not all been in the same place in the Labyrinth." She hesitated for a moment.

"Deal,"

Then the world around her blurred into nothing and she woke on a hillside next to a dead tree.

"Thirteen hours, Sarah. That's all you have."

Author's note: Sorry about the lines I won't ever try that again. Please don't hate me, but in order for my story to sound original I had to tweak the first chapter. Just minor changes: Sarah met Alex who introduced her to Chris. She and Chris have a thing for each other. Lots of other stuff happens. I love you guys, don't kill me, otherwise you won't know the rest insert evil laugh here! And I promise not every chapter is going to have lyrics in them. These first two just seemed appropriate.

Review please!

Litheral: Thank you very much! I look forward to any comments or criticisms you have in store for me!

Nagasasu: Is this soon enough? big smile

Ridel: Thanks a lot! I hope you enjoyed Chapter two!

Anij: Lol! My point exactly!

Okay I totally did not see that notice about the whole lyrics thing so I'll just give you the names of the songs and you can listen to them and fill in any parts you think are blank with them okay? Sorry guys!