A/N: I am so sorry for taking so long. I couldn't get on Wednesday or Friday. I know excuses, excuses.

Jareth: FINALLY! You have not even asked me for advice for this fic! It was always "Erik can you…" or "What should I do Erik?" why not ask ME?????

Erik: Be quiet you big crybaby! She has to put this chapter up.

A/N: Thank you. Here is your chapter.

John Williams was still angry about how he was refused what he wanted. "I'll show them. Just wait and she will be begging me to be her husband." John thought bitterly. He went to the market the next morning to find something to distract him from…her.

"Books for sale!" a merchant yelled. "Perfect…I can read and wait for her to beg." John thought happily. John walked over to the merchant and asked, "What books do you have merchant?" "Many kinds, but I most recommend this one," the merchant said as he held up a book. The book had red leather bounding with golden pages. On the front was in golden letters: 'The Labyrinth'. "What is this about?" John asked. "It is about how a man makes a woman fall in love with him but plans to break her heart." the merchant said hoping he would buy the book. "How much for it?" John asked while he thought: "This might help me out with…her…" "Oh, how does twenty francs sound?" the merchant asked. "Like music to my ears" John said as he handed the merchant a little sack. The merchant gave John the book and John walked off. John failed to notice the mismatched eyes glowing in delight as the booth faded away.

John went home and straight to his study. He opened 'The Labyrinth" and began to read. That is when the spell began. He could never take his eyes off the golden pages. He read every line, detail, even The Words to memory. After he finished he began again. He did the process over, over, over, and over again. It was until one o'clock in the morning when John finally stopped. "I must rest, then I can read that magical book." John thought, still under the book's spell. That is when Jareth gave him a little help.

John saw Elizabeth looking more beautiful than ever. Her dark locks flowing downward like a waterfall. Her skin glowed with gold and silver. Her eyes were shining. She wore a pale blue gown and had white roses fashioned into a crown. "I don't care if you want me, I don't want you." Elizabeth said. "She can't be yours, then why should she belong to another?" a voice said. "Yes, if I can't have her, no one can." John said turning towards the voice. "Do you know how to make her yours?" a man said coming out of the dark. "You are the Goblin King, right?" John asked out of confusion. "Yes I am. Do you know how to make her yours?" Jareth said. "You mean I should wish her away?" John asked. "Not yet. Prepare for the journey. For if you win her, she shall owe her life and want to marry you." Jareth said with a powerful tone,

John woke up in a second. It was ten o'clock in the morning. "I must prepare…I have to win…she will be mine." John thought in a instant. He got dressed and left to in a hurry to the market when he saw Christine Daae. "Hello, oh! Is that 'The Labyrinth' ?" Christine asked with excitement. "Why, yes it is." John said trying to leave. "May I borrow it?" Christine asked. "Should I? She would leave me alone…and I know the story by heart…" John thought. "Yes, you can." John said handing her the book. "Thank you!"

At the Opera House…

Christine was in her dressing room, she had finished 'The Labyrinth' and was waiting for Roaul to come from his appoint. "All they had to do was cut his spilt ends…" Christine thought. Christine had been waiting for three hours when Roaul suddenly burst through the door.

"So sorry love. They had to make my hair perfect, but failed to." Roaul said as he sighed in disappointment. "Roaul, your hair was fine this morning and it looks exactly the same now." Christine said angrily. "No my dear. I must, must be perfect." Roaul said as rolled his eyes and flipped his hair. "I thought the woman was the beauty, the man the muscles, and together the mind." Christine said. "No, lovely. I am all three. You are my arm decoration." Roaul said as if it was obvious. "You know what Roaul?" Christine said furious. "What, dear?" Roaul said oblivious to Christine's rage. "I wish the goblins would come and take you away…. RIGHT NOW!!!!" Christine yelled at the top of her lungs.

The candles blew out. "Oh god…not Erik, please not Erik" Christine thought with her eyes wide. "No, Christine Daae. It is I, the Goblin King." a dark voice boomed through out the room. "Oh god…oh god…oh god…" Christine chanted in her head. "Please, I need my fiancé back." Christine said with her voice shaking. "What said is said. Go back to your stage, your suitors, and you audience." the Goblin King said smirking as he made a crystal appear, "Look, it is a crystal nothing more. But if you turn it this way," he twirled the crystal, "it will show you your dreams. Your dreams of being the lead soprano. Your dreams of being married to a man who respects you. Your dreams of being loved for you and not your angelic voice. Do you want it?" the Goblin King asked finishing his speech. "I appreciate what you are doing for me, granting my wish, but I need my fiancé back." Christine said with tears running down her face. "Then you must run the Labyrinth to reclaim him." the Goblin King said as they disappeared.

Christine was at the hill at the beginning of the Labyrinth. Instead of her original gown, she wore trousers, a long sleeved blouse, and knee-high boots. She heard a loud scream. "The goblins must be pulling his hair…..I wish I could see….no, that would be mean." Christine thought as she set off to the stone gates.

Later at Jareth's castle…

"Ouch! Can you tell these…things to stop pulling my hair!!" Roaul cried in pain. "No, I shall not. Pull harder!" Jareth ordered. The goblins pulled on Roaul's hair so hard that clumps of hair came off. "NO!!! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!! I JUST GOT HOME FROM MY HAIR APPOINTMENT YOU IDIOTS!!!!!" Roaul shouted

Then Erik appeared in the room. "Jareth, I wondering…", he began but he noticed Roaul, "why is he here?" Erik said glaring daggers at Roaul. "Why, it appears Christine wished him away. She is in the Firey Forest as we speak with six hours left." Jareth said as if he was bored. "Fine…but I do believe I have a rematch with Roaul. I may have lost in the graveyard, but I will win now." Erik said taking out his skull sword. "How is Erik here? How did he appear?" Roaul asked extremely confused. "One, Jareth or Goblin King here is my cousin. Two, I have powers also." Erik said pulling out a blood red crystal and made a copy of his skull sword. "Now time for your rematch, Erik. Would you like to fight here or….the Escher Room?" Jareth asked smirking. "I believe the Escher Room will do finely." Erik said grinning.

They walked through the door way straight to the Escher Room. "Roaul, please chose your swords." Jareth said as four cases appeared. There were two golden, two silver, two copper, and two crystal. "Um…the clear ones?" Roaul said unsure if he was going to win this duel. "Excellent choice" Jareth replied. "Erik, do you still remember how to control the crystal swords?" Jareth said in Erik's head. "Perfectly" Erik answered back.

"Begin!"