The bell rang, and Sarah could hear the chatter in the room start to increase. Most of her classmates were debating when the professor would actually show up for class, and questioning just how many minutes the professor had to be late before they could leave. Sarah started tapping the end of her pencil against the desk in front of her, and she placed her elbow on the desk, using her arm to prop her head up. She sighed absently and then she heard the door to the classroom open. Sarah stopped tapping her pencil and she looked up at the person who had just entered. She almost jumped out of her skin when she saw who it was.

Her English professor, a man named Dr. McIntyre, looked exactly like Jareth. The only things that differed were the choice of hairstyle and clothing. This version of Jareth seemed to favor long hair that was swept back into a ponytail, and he wore a pair of square framed glasses on his face. Sarah blinked a few times and turned her head back to the front of the classroom, just as "Dr. McIntyre" moved to the teacher's desk in front of her to set his briefcase down. Sarah looked him up and down, trying to figure out just what he was playing at.

He turned back around and placed both of his hands on the surface of the desk behind him, leaned back slightly, and crossed his legs at the ankles. Sarah noted that he seemed to be wearing a light green button up shirt, with the first few buttons slightly open, and his legs were clad in a dark pair of jeans. His crossed feet were encased in a simple pair of black converse. Sarah also noted that most of his facial piercings were gone, but he still had a runic earring in his ear. However the rune was different. Instead of looking like a pointed D the rune was more like an F.

"Good morning class. I'm Dr. McIntyre, but you may call me Jareth." Sarah crossed her arms and scowled. Of course. He didn't get whatever he wanted at the party, so he decided to masquerade as a college professor. Sarah toned him out as he started going off about the syllabus, and the fact that even though it was a Victorian literature class that they would be mainly focusing on the two most famous Bronte sisters, Charlotte and Anne. Then he turned his eyes to the roll sheet, and he started calling out names. Sarah barely paid attention as the names were called, half registering the fact that he was nearing ever closer to her name.

"Williams, Sarah." Sarah shivered, the hair on the back of her neck rising on its own accord. It was strange, that even though she loathed the man and was trying to figure out what exactly his plan was, her name still sounded sensual when he said it. She looked him head on and raised her hand timidly. His face lit up and he checked her off the list. Apparently she was the last student, because he put the roster away and then stood up from his place at the desk.

"As I said before, welcome to English three-hundred and fifty-eight, Victorian Literature. If your name was not called out please raise your hand." One scared looking student raised their hand and he moved to tend to the lost freshman. The student flushed and picked up their backpack, scurrying off to their correct classroom. "Now that that little issue is taken care of," he said as he moved back to the front of the room "Our first issue of business is discussing the term paper."

Groans resounded from everyone in the class. It was the first day of classes, and far too early to start discussing a term paper. He chuckled and then shook his head, his hair near his face only shifting slightly.

"I know I know, it is far too early, but the sooner we discuss this the better." He stood and moved behind the desk, fiddling with his bag before pulling out a laptop. Sarah almost snorted. For some mythical being he was fairly tech savvy. The screen behind him began to descend as he hooked his computer up to the projector, and then he moved to turn the lights out. Before them was a word document outlining their term paper. "Now, as you can clearly read you will be using themes and constant literary threads throughout the two novels we are going to read, to make connections and ties to any other literature that you have read." Most of the class groaned again, but Sarah could feel a smile cross her face. She was already formulating a brilliant plan to compare that little red book she had hiding away in her room to Wuthering Heights, just to prove a point. He continued to describe the paper, and then class was suddenly over, and the students started packing up. Sarah started stuffing all of her belongings into her bag, wanting to get out of there as fast as she could, but a clear ringing voice stopped her.

"Miss Williams, please stay behind." Sarah clenched her hands and counted to three before turning around and glaring at Mr. McIntyre.

"Do we really have to do this? I have other classes to…" He chuckled and cut her off.

"I know that you don't have another class until this afternoon Sarah." He leaned against the desk once more and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Why are you following me? Why can't I have a break for once?" Sarah sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Sarah. I haven't seen you in seven years." Sarah felt her skin crawl. He seemed to be telling the truth, but if what was true than who or what had she met at the party last night…She shook her head to clear it of any lingering unsettling thoughts. She would deal with that later.

"There was a frat party yesterday, you were there coated in leather and trying to seduce me." Sarah rolled her eyes. Jareth wasn't typically one for playing the innocent, it was highly unsettling.

Jareth cocked his mouth to the side. Sarah could have almost sworn that he looked scared, for a brief second, but that fear melted away almost instantly. "That is an entirely different issue Sarah. I need you to do something for me."

Sarah glared. "Absolutely not. You tried to kill me! You stole my brother!" Sarah took a deep breath before she became completely hysterical. "You set a giant cleaning thing after me. I was only fifteen!" Sarah took another deep breath, feeling her anxiety creeping in. "I can't do this." Sarah picked up her bag and then ran off, trying to calm her shaking. She didn't stop until she was outside, and she had to lean against a tree to try and calm down. Finally she caught her breath and slung her backpack over her shoulder, setting off towards her apartment. She walked to the car, threw her backpack in the passenger seat and then tried to start her car. The engine turned over once, then twice.

Sarah swore and tried again. This time the engine roared to life, but it sputtered out seconds later. Sarah hit her hands on the steering wheel and swore lightly. That's when she saw him. Jareth was standing about fifty yards off, leaning against a tree. He was juggling one of his strange looking crystals, and his hair was short again. Sarah had just enough time to notice that he was coated in leather, before she heard a knocking on her passenger window. She swore and jumped turning to look out her window.

Lizzie's face was pressed up against the glass. Sarah sighed and tried to calm her racing heart as she leaned over and unlocked the door. "Hey Sarah. How was Victorian boringness?" Lizzie said as she climbed in the car, throwing her backpack in the back. Sarah turned to look back out the windshield and sighed when she realized that Jareth had disappeared.

"I'm going to have to see if there's another section of it." Sarah turned her key in the ignition once more and her car happily started, like there was nothing wrong earlier at all. Sarah sighed and started backing out.

"Why's that? And besides Sarah, you know that it's the only section. You looked for one that wasn't as early remember?" Sarah whimpered. She had forgotten that, and if she wanted to graduate next semester she needed that class. Sarah sighed.

"Is it too late to change my major then?" Lizzie chuckled and shook her head.

"Sarah you love English. What's wrong? Is the professor cute?" Sarah waited until she was at a stoplight before she turned to glare at Lizzie.

"Absolutely not. He's an ass." Lizzie chuckled and the light turned green. Sarah sped off and then turned into their apartment parking lot. She parked the car quickly and then turned the engine off. "It's not funny Lizzie. He already told us about our term paper to freak us out."

Sarah got out of the car and waited for Lizzie to get out before she locked the car. They walked up to their room in silence and Sarah felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Lizzie gasped. Their apartment door had been kicked in, and Sarah could see broken glass glinting on the floor.

Sarah pushed their door in further and walked into the darkened apartment. She flicked on the light and nothing happened. She tried again, and that's when she realized that the broken glass was from every light bulb in her apartment. She turned back to Lizzie.

"Call the police. I'm making sure that noting else is broken." Sarah moved further into the apartment and grabbed the baseball bat from the kitchen. She raised it over her shoulder and crept into the apartment, straining her ears to hear over the roar of her heartbeat in her ears. She looked in the living room and all she saw was broken glass and a few shredded couch cushions. She moved down the hall. The bathroom was exactly how they left it, and it was the only room that still had a working light. Sarah flicked it on and peered into Lizzie's bedroom. The only thing wrong with her room was the broken glass from the light bulbs. Sarah took a deep breath and moved into her room. She froze.

Feathers from her pillows were floating in the air. Her bed was completely shredded, even down to the mattress, which was laying gutted on her bed like a decaying whale. All of her clothes were thrown on the floor, and glittering shards of glass littered almost every surface. Her posters were shredded and one of her windows was broken.

Sarah stepped into the room and stopped. She had kicked something, and it had skittered across the floor. She took a deep breath and bent over, picking whatever it was up. She moved back into the bathroom, using the light there to see what it was she had. She felt her blood grow cold.

It was a small parcel, completely wrapped in brown paper and tied up with black ribbon. There was a piece of parchment stuck to one corner and Sarah removed it with shaking hands. She took a deep breath, and started opening the parchment, her finger easily sliding under the intricate wax seal that held it shut. She took another deep breath and unfolded the letter. She read it quickly and then dropped it in shock. It only had one sentence, but yet that sentence chilled her to the bone.

"I won't be kept waiting Sarah mine…

~J"