A/N- So, this is going to be the last chapter, at least in this story. But, fret not, friends, for I have ideas for a sequel, already running through my mind! (Actually, so far, I'm just picturing scenes between Ashlyn and Paeris, but that's still gonna lead into the new story...)(By the way, Paeris is introduced in this chapter. The idea for Paeris came from LovelyAmberLight.)

By the way, the majority of this chapter came from an idea from LovelyAmberLight, who, again, is awesome.

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I finally made it to the castle, after about an hour of walking through the Goblin City. The massive doors in front of me proved to be my next challenge, being too large and heavy for me to push open on my own.

I stepped back, sighing, trying to figure out what to do. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the goblins, still running around without purpose. I turned to them, and called out, hoping to be able to convince them to help me. "Hey! Goblins! Can you come open the door for me?"

The only response I got from them was laughing, which I had to admit pissed me off a bit. Then, an idea popped into my mind. "Fine, you wanna be like that? I wish the goblins would open the castle doors for me, right now."

They all stopped, and faced me, surprise and hesitancy on their faces, but I knew that I had them. I smirked, and a bunch came over, helping me to push open the large doors. As soon as the doors were open, they all disappeared, not even going back to whatever they were doing. I didn't need them anymore, though, so this didn't bother me. I walked in, looking around suspiciously.

There were no other doors, only a staircase winding up. With no other choice, I began scaling them, and was led to the Escher-like staircase that Aunt Sarah had always told me about. The only problem now, was that I had no idea where to go.

Suddenly, I heard a very familiar voice call out softly, like a whisper in the back of my mind. "Ashlyn."

The voice repeated, and I tried to follow it, but I was led nowhere. After a few minutes, I recalled what Aunt Sarah had to do, in order to be led to her final face-off with Jareth. Taking a shaky breath, I glanced over the staircase, and knew what I had to do.

I jumped.

I fell through nothingness, watching as the Escher stairs and the rest of the castle disappeared around me, crumbling into nothing. I landed, and was embraced by soft arms that had been ingrained in my mind since I was a child, but thought I'd never feel again. I leaned into her, breathing in the familiar smell, before my eyes shot open with sudden realization, and I took a few steps away.

I looked at my aunt, just as I remembered her from before she got sick. Her dark, chocolate-colored hair that looked so much like mine fell over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled. The realization that she was alive, that she had led us all to believe that she was sick and dying, that she lied to me, hurt. It hurt a lot.

I turned away from her, unable to face the aunt that I loved so dearly, but who had betrayed my trust. Instead, my eyes landed on Jareth, and my expression hardened into fierce anger.

Hewas the reason she did this. He was the reason I was heartbroken first over the death of a dear family member, then the cognizance of my aunt's betrayal. He, my favorite character from my favorite story to hear, bloody fucking lied to me!

I stalked over to him, and slapped him, hard, in the face.

It was extremely satisfying.

He looked back up at me, a fire of indignation in his eyes, but I paid no mind to it, jabbing my finger angrily in his direction. "You! You made me think she was dead. You made me run through that bloody fucking labyrinth for no fucking reason! You lied to me! You lied to whom I'm willing to bet is the only child to ever actually be happy to see you, and not bloody fucking terrified!"

"I never lied to you," he hissed, rage in his face. "I never once agreed to your presumptions of Sarah's passing. And, might I remind you, you asked to traverse my labyrinth!"

"To say goodbye to the aunt you fucking had with you all along!" I yelled. "The least you could have done was to say 'oh, yeah, by the way, your dead aunt? Yeah, she's not dead, in fact, she's here in the castle with me.'"

"You wished her here," he replied haughtily. "I complied with that wish."

"You said that that was pointless!" I argued. "You waved away that conversation like it was nothing!"

"So you presume," he sniffed. "Did you ever consider that I had indeed brought her?"

"So, you lied to me?" I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms.

The Goblin King looked about ready to send me to the Bog of Eternal Stench for the rest of time, when my aunt cleared her throat, and shot him a warning look.

"Remember our deal, Jareth," she admonished. "You agreed that you wouldn't hurt her."

"And I haven't," he sighed, clearly attempting to calm himself, before shooting me a glare, which I returned with equal vehemence. "Though your niece would do well to learn some manners. You were arguably much more polite."

"Yeah, well, manners have never been my thing," I sneered. "You said it yourself earlier, I may look like her, but I act nothing like my aunt."

"What's said is said. I have upheld my part of the deal, I do believe you have yours to fulfill, Precious." The Goblin king extended his hand toward Aunt Sarah, turning back to her, apparently choosing to ignore my words. Hesitantly, she reached for his hand. Jareth grinned like the cat who got the cream.

"Wait, what the hell's going on?" I asked, looking confusedly between the two, my anger immediately dissipating.

"A contract, my dear," the King responded. He looked into Sarah's eyes. "Do you fear me?"

"Yes."

"Do you love me?"

I could see Aunt Sarah's breathing speed up by the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "Y...yes."

"Will you do as I say?"

My aunt clenched her jaw, and I narrowed my eyes, beginning to connect the pieces of what was going on.

"Sarah," Jareth warned.

"Yes," she answered, resigning herself to the power Jareth held over her.

"Then by goblin law I take you as my wife... forever."

I gasped, understanding that somehow this had all been a set up. The cancer, Aunt Sarah's death, all of it had been orchestrated by the Goblin King to ensure she was his. I held up a finger, and took a breath, but didn't release it, still trying to connect the last few pieces. "Hold up, let me get this straight. You," I pointed to Jareth, "set this entire thing up, from her death to me making that wish and getting here, making a deal with my aunt to ensure my safe passage, that you were most likely going to give me, regardless, being as you needed me to get here, in return for her hand in marriage."

The King raised an eyebrow, glancing from his new wife, to me. "That would be correct."

I let go of the breath I had taken, and nodded slowly, absorbing this information. "I honestly feel like I should punch you, or at the very least slap you again, but you know what? I am honestly too fucking tired and confused to give a shit anymore."

Aunt Sarah moved came to me, embracing me in a hug.

"Aunt Sarah, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I couldn't help but feel like this was my fault.

"No," she answered softly. "It's alright." She looked me in the eyes. "I love him." She glanced at her shoes. "In his own way, in a goblin way, I think he loves me too."

"Sarah, come," came the king's command. Jareth ordered his younger brother to take charge of me while they were away. And I nearly melted when I laid eyes on my temporary guardian. My heart pounded in my ears. My legs felt weak. All conscious thought fled my mind. My usual smooth-talking, never-at-a-loss-for-words, silvertongue failed me, turning to lead. For the first time, I understood how someone could fear the person they loved. And, if the look on Jareth's brother's face was anything to go by, I knew I was in deep trouble.

Aunt Sarah gave me a sly look, raising an eyebrow. "You gonna be okay while we're gone, Ashlyn?"

"Uh, 'okay' is a relative term," I gulped weakly. To say the least, I was in some deep shit. Shaking my head, I tore my eyes away from Jareth's brother- who was introduced as Paeris, and looked instead at my aunt. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

She smirked, and I would have rolled my eyes if I was capable of normal brain function, before she and Jareth disappeared, and I was left alone with the incredibly hot brother of the man my aunt had just married.

Paeris raised an eyebrow, and held out an arm for me. "Shall we return to the castle, Lady Ashlyn? You appear tired."

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as I placed my arm in his, and he showed me to my new room.

Stupid teenage hormones, I cursed, before my train of thought completely derailed. I wonder if it's still incest if we're not blood-related? I wonder if the goblins care?

Goddamn it, I was wholly fucking screwed.

A/N- So, I have no idea what to call the next one. Any ideas? Anyone? It's probably going to be something shitty without your guys' help.

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