Disclaimer: I own Nothing Labyrinth

"Down in the underground…you'll find someone true…"

Sarah Harris sprang up, her long dark hair flying forward before falling back to her shoulders in a slightly frizzy mess. Her bright eyes turned first to the left, then to the right, meeting a first a window then a door.

Sarah breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with precious air until it hurt then exhaled slowly. "Another dream…damn it." Sarah flung the blankets away from her slender body, swinging her legs over the side, sighing as her feet touched the carpeted floor. She leaned forward slowly, letting her hair fall forward, hiding her face from whatever entity may be watching. She had a feeling that someone was also watching.

Standing up she gazed at the clock on her nightstand, then groaned in frustration as it flashed 12:00 over and over again in a steady rhythm. "Damn." She whispered, moving around her bed to the window, looking at the sky. The moon wasn't quite over head, but it was clearly visible, as were the stars.

"My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown, and known too late!" She whispered suddenly, quoting Juliet from one of Shakespeare's many tragedies.

She stared at the stars, her green/brown gaze widening as they seemed to shine brighter.

With a ragged sigh she tore herself away from the window sill and to the living room of her moderately sized apartment, located in the bustling city of New York. She lived on the top floor of a quaint but much wanted apartment building that housed over five hundred souls. Her own apartment was quite nicely decorated. Her room was all in black and white with splashed of a light dusty blue.

The bed was a double with a soft white comforter and a black frame, the pillows were the same fairy-tale blue color that she used on the throw rug that was on the right side of her bed, she also had matching lamps on either side sitting on the black nightstands. The walls were white, but had a middle border, depicting various types of lilies in white and shades of grey. Finally there was her large bay window with black cushions and fairy-tale blue gossamer curtains.

Sarah looked back at her room and she approached the door that led into the living area and smiled, she had been very proud of the way she had decorated. She opened the white door and stepped out into the living room that was washed with moonlight. It was a sunken room; a nice and comfy black couch was in the middle, and small shelves loaded with books on either side of it. Sarah didn't own a television; she had never had a use for such a device. Small polished wooden stairs surrounded this area on all four sides, creating the effect of a nice quiet reading area. Just to the left of where her bedroom door was another shelf that spanned the rest of the wall and was also loaded with books on various topics and subjects. Hidden away one of its cupboards was a stereo and the strangely large collection of CD's that she possessed.

"Anything to fill the silence…" Anything but his voice. She added in her head.

Sarah shook her head, running the fingers of one hand through her long chestnut tresses. She looked at the little clock that made its home on a tiny part of the large bookshelf. It was battery operated, and it stated that it was 2:57 in the morning.

"Deep midnight." She said with a sudden smile, she had always referred to 3:00 am as deep midnight since reading Ray Bradbury's 'Something Wicked This Way Comes'. Although Bradbury was not her favorite author, she loved the way he worded things.

"As the world falls down…" Something suddenly hissed in her ear, and it made Sarah jump. She clamped her hand over her mouth, spinning around over and over again, and her eyes searching every corner of her living room. She moved into the small kitchen, then dining area. Sarah was so paranoid that she even checked the cupboard under her bathroom sink.

"I beat you…" She whispered, sitting by the sink in her spacious bathroom. "I have a new life now…" She put her head in her hands and shook her head. "Get out of my dreams…"

"Should you need us…"
"Hoggle?" Sarah's head snapped up. She used the sink to help her stand, looking at the mirror.

"We need you…"

"But…I- No! I have me! I'm doing okay..."

"It gets a lot worse from here on in…"

"What?" Her eyes began to tear, but she kept on shaking her head. Her question was greeted with only silence.

Then she heard the rain. She could hear it falling in torrents, hitting the roof with spiteful fury. How long had it been since she had listened to the rain? How long had it been since she listened to anything? She had been a child, a mere teenager, fifteen, convinced of her own superiority, but she had proven herself.

Now a woman of twenty-four, and she still couldn't listen.

Sarah moved back into her room, her eyes tearful as she moved towards the window. Lightening crashed, illuminating her room.

"Let's see how you deal with this little slice…"

Before Sarah had time to react her window seemed to collapse, glass flying towards her. She raised her arms to protect her face, but she could feel the tiny pieces cut into her fair flesh. She was frozen in that position, the various cuts on her slender body bleeding through the white cotton knee-length night gown that she had on, making flowers on the fabric.

"You can't ignore the Labyrinths call any longer Sarah…" She had closed her eyes, not fully realizing that the voice was not longer in her head, not quite grasping that she could feel his hot breath on her shoulder.

The mismatched eyes glistened with mischief. "You've been away from home for far too long…"

3:00 am.