Okay guys, I know I've been writing really short and rather disappointing chapters, but I'm trying really hard and it's going to get better, I promise!

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"Well, you know the drill. You have thirteen hours to complete the Labyrinth, or you forfeit Hoggle's life as well as your own." Jareth stated once they reached the hill.

Sarah scanned the incredible maze. Had it always been that dark, that large? She became less sure of herself, and even more so when she realized that Jareth had gone, without so much as a "Such a pity…" She shook off her doubts and embarked on her second journey through the Labyrinth.

Jareth arrived in his throne room, his teeth and fists clenched tight. It had been all he could do to stand in the same room as the girl without touching her, tasting her, holding her innocence in the palm of his hand and crushing it as he so longed to do. He did not love her; he merely wanted to break her, to see her bow to him. He smiled at the thought of headstrong Sarah at his feet, on her knees…he shook his head at the thought. He had to keep focus if he wanted to win. Last time he had been sidetracked by the baby, but this time there was no baby. This time there was much more at stake. He sat comfortably in his throne, and formed a crystal to watch the show.

Sarah came to the filthy fountain at the entrance and chuckled as she remembered her first sight of Hoggle, peeing in that very fountain. The thought of Hoggle gave her a sudden jolt of motivation, and she marched to the door. Knock and the door will open, echoed in her head. She pounded on the door three times and it opened with a loud creak. She looked to the left and to the right, and took the left, again. She ran it as she had before, leaping over sticks and stones that lay in her path. She carefully examined both sides of the wall as she ran, searching for the worm. But there was no sign of him. She began to run her hands over the walls, looking for an opening. She became frustrated, as they appeared to be completely solid, but she kept telling herself not to take anything for granted. Finally, her hand slipped right through the bricks, and she stepped through an opening. On sight of her new surroundings, she wished that she hadn't.

Hoggle was not surprised when Jareth came. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would come to taunt him. "What's the matter, Hogface? She hasn't called for you? What a pity. Perhaps she's forgotten you," the cruel king jeered. Hoggle kept his eyes down and didn't respond. A tear ran down his cheek. Jareth laughed and kicked him, "Did you think she really cared about you, Hedgewort?" Hoggle wiped his eyes and said nothing. Desiring to get a rise out of him, Jareth hit below the belt, "Does it bother you to know that she will warm my bed tonight?" he drawled. Hoggle's eyes clouded with rage. He ran at Jareth in fury, but he merely shoved him away, laughing.

"Now now, Hoggle, I promise you that she'll enjoy most of it."

"Don't you touch her!" Hoggle said with more anger than he had ever felt.

With a sinister chuckle, Jareth disappeared.

She was everywhere, staring down at herself, looking up at herself, peering from either side of herself. It was what appeared to be a mirror house, only far more elaborate than anything a mortal carnival could cook up. She stepped forward cautiously, and soon found a steady pace, trying not to let the surrounding images bother her. But when she saw something flit past her in one of the mirrors, she panicked. She then saw another, and another, until every image of her had black creatures shooting past, so quickly she couldn't tell what they were. She collapsed to the ground and covered her head. She peeked between her fingers and saw that they still flitted past her in the mirrors, but she realized that she could not hear them, or feel the jetstream of air that should have followed their lightning speed. She swallowed, and with a fearful hand reached out, but felt nothing. She rose to her feet and reached all around, feeling nothing. With a sigh of relief, she kept walking, a smile on her face. That stupid Goblin King won't get the best of me ,she thought. But her smile quickly vanished when she heard the click of footsteps behind her. She whipped around to see the Goblin King.

"Sarah," he said, stepping closer and closer to her,"how are you enjoying my Labyrinth?"

Refusing to show her fear of him, she held her ground.

"It's a piece of cake."

He smirked, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Really?" He took another step toward her, their bodies merely inches apart.

She stared up at him defiantly.

"Yes, it is, and no, I wouldn't like to up the stakes."

He leaned in close to her face, his hot breath washing over her lips.

"And suppose I want to?" he whispered softly, before brushing his lips against hers.

She pulled away from him and ran further down the path, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

Jareth simply licked his lips and returned to the throne room.

Hoggle was pacing the oubliette. He had to think of a way to help Sarah. He didn't know how or why, but Jareth had prevented her from calling him, and he was planning to harm her. He became frustrated with the knowledge that he didn't have the strength or magic to do anything for Sarah. He kicked the ground and sat, again fingering the bracelet that Sarah had given him. He took it off and cradled it in his hands. A single tear fell from his eye and onto the trinket. It began to glisten, and he watched in awe as it turned into a crystal. Shocked, he turned it, and in it saw his former self. He looked at it closer and brushed a lock of his raven hair out of his eyes to see it better. Wait…raven hair?

He looked at his hands to see that they were human hands, perfect human hands, porcelain skin…he was himself again! But how? He looked into the crystal and saw his greatest desire…Sarah. She was on the path of mirrors, a path he knew well. He watched her progress, thinking of ways he could stop Jareth, especially now that he felt that he stood a chance against him physically. His seventeen year old body felt wonderful, athletic, and limber. He felt like he could take on anything. He settled back in his corner and watched his love fight her way through the Labyrinth.

Okay, well, still not super long, but I worked really hard on this and I feel like I made an accomplishment. Be proud of me..or else.

Thanks for all your reviews, I definitely appreciate them.

There's a possibility that I'll make this rated T, because I don't know if I'm capable of writing…well…smut. Remains to be seen. Oh and I'm reading another of PaisleyRose's masterpieces, and she makes me feel like a failure as a writer, haha.

The Faery Dreamer