Hello all, this isnt the sequel to Forget Me Not you've been waiting for, sorry, but I think you'll like this just as much. The poem Eleven was written by me :) it was originally about a little girl scared by the boogeyman, but Jareth is kinda boogeyman-ish dont ya think?

Since its called eleven, i dont think i need to tell you the counting paragraphs go to eleven, but I will anyway. I didnt put it all up at once becuz, 1-wheres the fun in that? and 2-Its not completed yet

Enjoy :)

Eleven

I close my eyes and count to one

I hate this game, it's never done

Sarah ran through the Labyrinth. Every twist and turn brought another terror. Goblins, monsters, oubliettes, and dead ends followed her mercilessly.

Exhausted from her last flight from the forest, she carefully looked around. She saw no one. Taking the chance to let her guard down, telling herself for only a moment, she sat down beneath a large, beautiful tree.

She took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. She closed her eyes and laid her head against the hard trunk. It wasn't this hard last time, she thought.

Suddenly she heard footsteps. Many footsteps. She jumped up in time to see a horde of ferocious looking creatures throw their spears at her. Diving out of the way she landed on her wooden floor.

Panting heavily she crawled onto her bed. The nightmares came regularly now. A year after her trip to the Underground she still feared he might come back for her. For revenge. She wouldn't even acknowledge his name in her head, always thinking 'he' out of fear that talking it wasn't the only way he could return.

She tugged her blankets up to her chin. She felt foolish. She was seventeen, and afraid of the dark. But to her, she had good reason. Hitting the timer on her alarm, she let the soft music of the radio lull her to sleep.

I pull my covers up with fear

I know that soon he will be here

I close my eyes and count to two

I hear him lurk into the room

She heard it this night. Only days after her last dream. The unmistakable sound of boots on her bedroom floor. Tensing under her blanket she squeezed her eyes closed. She was facing her wall with another presence very close behind her.

Her knuckles were white from her frightened grip on the sheet. She prayed with all her might he would leave. That he wouldn't take her. That he wouldn't take Toby. That he wouldn't do anything but go. But he stayed.

She heard him breathing as he watched her. She almost wished he would say something, the silence was what was scaring her the most. The fact that he was just standing there silently. Watching.

She pulled the covers up higher. Deep breaths, she told herself. One, two…

His steps are light, his breathing deep

I'm too afraid to fall asleep

I close my eyes and count to three

Why's this happening to me?

It had been ten days since he had entered her room. As she drove home she felt the familiar one gets when they are being followed. She could feel something watching her.

Pulling into her driveway, she almost didn't want to get out of the car. It was a short walk from here to the door, she thought, but something felt wrong.

Reluctantly opening the door the feeling washed over her entirely. It was close. An owl hooted as it flew overhead and she dashed to her front door, fumbling for her keys as she went, jamming them into the door, throwing it open and slamming it shut. She slid down the back of her door, landing on the linoleum tiling and hugged her knees to her chest.

When she got herself together, she rose from the floor and entered the kitchen. Turning on the TV she noticed the note from Karen telling her that she and her father would be out late. Again. Toby was with another sitter. They thought she'd appreciate having time to herself.

Sarah groaned and stuffed a frozen dinner into the microwave.

"The one day I do want them here, they leave. The one night I want Toby, and they hire someone else. Of course."

With a ding the microwave announced the food was ready, and she grabbed a fork and headed up to her room with her meal.

Kicking the door open, her eyes moved to the window. She gasped and nearly dropped the plate, quickly setting it down on the table beside her.

On the branch of a tree near her window sat an owl. It picked at a few feathers before staring at her with its unnatural red eyes.

She hurriedly moved to the window to close her blinds and curtain. Though she knew it impossible, she swore she still saw the ghostly red glow of its large eyes.

Falling onto her bed, forgetting about the food, she cried softly into her pillow. He was everywhere.

He watches me with bright red eyes

Every night it makes my cry

I close my eyes and count to four

I swear that I had locked the door

Again she was alone, and again she sat up, wondering if today would be the day he'd come for good. The book in her hands didn't help distract her mind at all. It always found its way back to him.

How could someone so beautiful be so dangerous? she asked herself. He never hurt her directly, but the power and magic he openly showed off was nothing near gentle. She knew she should fear him. And they both knew she did.

Sarah blinked in surprise as the lights flickered. Her eyes traveled around the room, like they were expecting to see a silhouette of a man standing before her. The storm brewing slowly now attacked her house, rain beating hard down on her roof, thunder rolling, answered by wild, bright strikes of lightning.

She set her book down, eying the window and tree carefully, but saw nothing. An overpowering surge of fright spread through her with another clap of thunder. Her hair stood on end as a shiver snaked its way down her spine.

She lay down on her bed, not taking the time to crawl under the blankets. Facing the wall with her back to the window, she tried to calm her increasing breathing.

Just as she got it under control, a shadow appeared on her wall. She held her breath as it shrank, the body moving toward her.

Strangely she found herself wishing he would speak. Say something, she willed. He had to know she was awake. Let me know what you want.

With a last pitiful flicker, the lights went out, plunging the two of them into darkness. Sarah grew tense, now unable to judge how far away he was.

She moved as close as she could to the wall. She was ashamed of the whimper that escaped her.

Sarah heard a chuckle and the sounds of his boots' heels on her floor. He was beside her bed. She was afraid she was right. That tonight was the night.

"I can see you Sarah," he said in a delicate whisper. She could feel his eyes traveling over her body that she desperately pressed against the wall, trying with all her might to fall through to escape him. "The dark will only hide its own."

She rolled over quickly to face him. After so long of him haunting her, twisting her dreams, she would see him. But she only saw her room. She shivered as a soft laugh echoed through the room when she turned back to the wall. Had be been before her then, hidden in the darkness?

After a few minutes of silence she was convinced he had left. She sat very still, her mind rolling over what he had said. 'The dark will only hide its own.' What was that supposed to mean? And if indeed had hidden him, what did that make her?

She stared at the ceiling, counting softly to help her fall asleep.

"One," she whispered. "Two, three, four…"

I hear him snicker with delight

"I see you creature of the light"

dun dun dun LOL ok yeah i know its not the sequel but I had this idea for a very long time and I wanted to share :)

and just as a reminder, this IS NOT the sequel to Forget Me Not