In celebration of David Bowie's new album The Next Day, I've decided to post a preview of the upcoming prequel to Goblin Halloween. It's going to be called "Curse of the Goblin King" and here is only a quarter of chapter one. It will have a lot more plot and less crack than my usual, but it will not be angst. My caffeinated muse will not allow me to write a dark!fic. The story will have a little suspense and drama, but balanced with plenty of romance and humor. I also want to thank psychodelicate for being my beta. Anyways, please read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, that belongs to the awesome late Jim Henson, awesome, still kicking it, Brian Froud, and the still sexy, David Bowie. Thanks guys for such a wonderful movie!

Warnings: This story is rated for mild language, some violence, David Bowie's Area, and of course sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Oh yeah and David Bowie's Area, I mention this twice because there is going to be a lot of it in this story.

Current Music: Underground by: David Bowie.

Chapter One:

It's Only Forever

"You have no power over me!"

With those six words, his whole world fell down around him and he felt his heart break in two. He clutched his chest in pain. He felt incomplete, like he had been split in two. His power was broken as well as his heart and now the girl had gone, she left with the boy and something else as well. Whatever it was it flew away with her back to her world, leaving him to the shattered remains of his once great Labyrinth. He felt like a fool for wanting to make the girl his queen, but it was too late. She ate the peach he gave her, he sang for her and she danced with him. She was his queen even though she ran out on him before he could make their marriage truly official, though how she ended up in the Junkyard when she was supposed to be in her room he still could not figure out. He could feel the Labyrinth rebuilding itself but not by his power. That power belongs to her now. He closed his eyes and waited for death to finally claim him. Just when he felt close to the edge of death's sword, he felt some strength flow into him, pulling him from his precarious edge. 'It seems I am not completely forgotten after all, and it looks like some part of the Labyrinth still recognizes me as its king.' The Goblin King mused.

He saw shadows gather around him and they took a distinctive form for a brief moment before dissolving into the darkness. They had looked like the girl that just left him shattered, but it was not. Its eyes were pitch black, very cold, and so very cruel. It seemed the girl left something behind before she left. What it was, the Goblin King did not know.

He gathered what little strength he had, and he picked himself off the floor. Then he looked down at himself and he saw claws. The Goblin King panicked and went into a frenzied search for a mirror and finally found one in his bedchambers. When he saw the monstrous form looking back at him in the mirror he let out an inhuman chilling howl that echoed all throughout the Labyrinth. The inhabitants shuddered in fear. Any goblins left in the castle now fled it in terror, and the Goblin King vented his rage on anything he could find. Vases were shattered, tapestries were torn to ribbons, and the Goblin King left trails of claw marks on the stone walls.

The Goblin King's rage finally subsided as he came to a disturbing realization. He felt incomplete because he was incomplete.

'That girl! The one I made my queen! She is the one who took power over my labyrinth! She is the one who broke my power and myself in two! She is one who turned me into this twisted creature! I will have my revenge!'

Many malicious ideas filled his head of what he would do to her once he had her in his hands, or rather his claws. The Goblin King looked at his monstrous claws once more and let out another beastly howl that shook the walls of the castle, "DAMN YOU SARAH!"

Meanwhile, a lonely white owl sat perched on a tree branch outside of a girl's window. He looked on at the girl throwing a party and having fun with strange but very familiar creatures. This girl's name was Sarah, and she was important to him, but he could not remember why. A brief image of her in a silvery white dress flickered in his failing memory, she looked so beautiful. He remembered that he danced with her and sang her a song about falling in love.

'Is she my mate?' The white owl wondered. He had a strong feeling that girl named Sarah was indeed his mate.

When the owl saw her smiling, he decided that she was very beautiful, and he felt his heart flutter at the sight. He decided that he would do something incredibly romantic for his mate, something that will prove his love for her. He would give her a nice dead mouse or a dead rat.

'Beautiful girls like dead mice and rats, right? Of course they do, everyone loves food.' The now lovesick owl thought.

For some reason looking at her made his heart ache, and so he flew away from the girl to find nice present for her, preferably something delicious like a rat. He tried to remember more about the girl named Sarah, but he could not. The lonely white owl could not remember anything else nor could he even remember if he had a name, but he did not worry about that for he had something very important to do. The lovesick owl had a very beautiful girl named Sarah to woo, preferably with a nice dead rat.

Author's Note: In case you guys were wondering I have five chapters (about 24,000 words total last I checked) written and revised. I've also got chapter six halfway written. I'm going to post it once it's done, that way you won't have to worry about an abandoned fic halfway through the story. That and I can go back and make any needed revisions. If you guys really want, I can start posting the finished chapters anyway. It depends on how many people ask. So please review and tell me what you think.