ok, I have no clue what the heck's going on, but I cant post actual size chapters, it just isn't uploading. I have no clue why, otherwise I would try and do something about it. Either way, heres even more of chapter 3. lol.

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His hair had been slicked back. It was shorter now. She had no idea how it could have been changed so quickly. As she reached her seat, the room began to heat up again and the chatter rose. "King Jareth, I presume?" Sarah said quietly. "One of two, actually. You will see me and me around a lot, it makes us look busier. That way we both have half as much work to do as we really do." Jareth responded even quieter. "Two of you? How do I know which is which?" She asked bewildered. "The eyes. Mine, the Jareth that brought you to the Labyrinth in the first place, have one blue one brown. The other is more of a green and hazel color." he said, just as quietly as before.

"oh… so why are all these here?" she said, gesturing at the dancers, now twirling away to the rock style music again. Sarah scooped up some soup from a bowl that she hadn't seen before. It tasted delicious and she quickly began to drain the bowl. "They are my dominions. They come here every night to relax. The Fae of us, that is." He said, his usual swagger back in place. "The Fae?" she asked, confused. "Yes, the Fae. We are much like the Faeries, but we are human sized and have little flying capabilities. The rare few of us with wings tend to be in high places. We hide them as well, to keep ourselves safe.

"Wings? Your joking, none of you have wings! I don't see anyone with wings." she said, laughing it off as a joke. He looked at her with a 'oh yeah?' sort of glare. Sarah, looked back at him and began to say quietly "you're joking… right?" but Jareth had already gotten up and taken her hand, and they were now heading towards a hallway hidden behind a tapestry of a Goblin Kings of ages long past.

Once they were behind the tapestry and the door to the hallway closed, Jareth produced a crystal which lit up to produce just enough light to see. He led her down the hall way, towards a small circular room covered in curtains and pillows and small loveseats. A bed sat in the corner, very alone and disused looking. Jareth took of his jacket, and then his shirt, Sarah becoming very confused and somewhat worried.

"This may disturb you… but its what you should see.." he said, now standing in the center of the room, clad only in his boots and slacks. He stood still, head down, his eyes closed. His hair grew out and changed to its usual blonde color, with a thin black streak over his eye. His skin began to ripple across his back. Sarah walked towards him, to see what was happening better. She was almost sick when she did.

Just below his shoulder blades in the middle of his back, there was a large gash that was widening, and slowly began to drip blood, an odd pinkish color. Thick, yet delicate looking wings began to emerge from the gash, and soon large white wings had appeared. They must have had an 8 foot span. Sarah was surprised to see that they were feathered, not insect wings like the faeries, and that somehow they were dry, unlike his back, now pretty much drenched in blood. Sarah began to step backward until she hit a wall, truly shocked at what had just happened.

Jareth's eyes were far past tearing Sarah saw, realizing how painful this must be for him. Jareth collapsed down towards the floor, curled up and wrapped the soft feathery wings around him. She found a towel by the door and brought it to him, gently starting to clean the blood from him. He arched his back at the touch, hissing lightly, but did not stop her. He seemed to have enough sense still to know that it had to be done.

Once she had finished, he pulled back his wings and used them to push himself up with one powerful beat of his wings. He slowly stepped over to the bed, and lay his side down on its plush blankets. Sarah climbed around to the other side of the bed and sat down. She saw that he was asleep already, and decided to just stay and wait. She had no idea how to navigate the castle anyway, so she lay down and waited for him to wake.

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It was dark now… very dark, almost pitch black. She was warm, surrounded by feathery soft blankets. She could sense someone else in the bed, close to her. She could feel their breathing on her face, but she couldn't see. She rolled away a little bit and tried to lift the blankets off her face. Off her face? What were they doing there?

She lightly pushed up to try to get the blanket to move off of her, and realized that it was a wing. A wing?! It was Jareth that was next to her, so close, keeping her warm. She was shocked and started to get out of his embrace, but quickly went back when she realized how cold the room was.

"It gets cold in these towers at night," Jareth said quietly, "this part of the castle is oldest and gets none of the heat the rest of it does. I assumed you didn't want to freeze." His eyes were still closed, now that her own had adjusted to the lack of light. "Oh… well, thank you then I guess…" Sarah mumbled, pretending to be almost asleep. Then she let her body relax and did her fake sleep routine that her mother had taught her so long ago when she first showed interest in acting.

She lay there a moment, undisturbed. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, and it scared and excited her all at once. She lay there, listening to his shallow breathing. Nothing happened. She realized that he wasn't going to push her to do anything. So she decided that she would just lay there.

But her subconscious decided otherwise. She scooted over a bit, then Jareth, the cold, callous, King of the Goblins, wrapped his wings tighter around her. She opened her eyes and saw his staring back at her. He tentatively reached his arm out towards her, then lay it over her side, pressing his hand against her back. To her own surprise, she moved so that she was right up against him. She snaked her hand up and lay it on his face.

They lay like that for several minutes, then Jareth leaned foreword an placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Sarah smiled sheepishly, but pulled herself closer to him. Then she decided it was right, and leaned up to him, hesitated for a moment, then kissed his velvety soft lips. Then, both feeling more relaxed than they had in a while, fell asleep in each others arms…

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Okokok, yeah, I know I was going to post earlier, but I didn't stop writing till now. Heehee. Well, its a lot longer than I planed, but that's a good thing! I'll try to post some more again this week, but I don't get too much time to write, so be warned!