Sarah's blood burned. Ever since that night her blood slowly became lava in her veins. Her body temperature slowly rose over ten years until it was 105.7 Fahrenheit. When she touched another living being, be it human or animal, burn marks appeared on her skin. One night she had gotten drunk and wanted to stop the heat. She took a kitchen knife and slit her arm from wrist to elbow. As her blood oozed out her hazy mind realized that there was glitter in her blood. It scared her sober. She never drank again, and made sure she never bled again.

He must know. He had to know. Sarah cursed his name nightly, daily, hourly. Why had she been so stupid? Why didn't he stop the burning?

The heat inside her had been rising faster and faster. She checked again. 106.0. It had risen .3 degrees in the past two hours. Sarah screamed.

She wanted to tear the cloths from her body. But she knew it wouldn't help, and she didn't want to be vulnerable.

"Why? Why Damn it! Jareth! Stop!"

The desire to move was almost overwhelming, but she couldn't. It hurt to move. Sarah curled into a ball, rubbing her hands on her legs.

"Do you really want the burning to stop, Precious?"

Sarah looked up into the mismatched eyes she hadn't seen in ten years.

"How do I stop it?"

"Finish your peach." Jareth held up the peach she had bitten into ten years ago. It looked fresh, as if her teeth had only sunk into it ten seconds ago. "Finish it, Sarah, and the burning will stop shortly after."

A voice shirked in her head, demanding she know what the consequences were. Sarah ignored the voice and held her hand out for the peach. He gave it to her.

She bit, chewed and swallowed. The lava simmered. She took another bite, and another, and another. Finally she only held the pit in her hand. She breathed in a deep breath and looked at Jareth. He looked expectantly back at her. She opened her mouth to ask a question when her blood exploded.

That was the only way to describe the feeling. Fire raised through her body, her blood and she thought she was going to die.

"Why?"

"The Fae are much hotter then humans. The more powerful we are the more we burn. Most are 128.6 degrees. I am 154.8." Jareth took off his gloves and cradles her head in his bare hands. The world shimmered around her until she lay on something soft. She whimpered.

"Huh now, darling thing. I have you, and I will not be letting you go."

She was on a bed. Jareth's bed.

He arranged her so she was comfortable, then took her wrist and brought it up to his mouth. With a kiss he said "I expect you to be around 114.2 degrees. You are a baby immortal now."

Sarah's eyes went wide. Jareth smirked at her. He bit her wrist and sucked on her blood.

"Lovely."

He kissed her, her blood still on his lips.

Well, thank you to everyone who's read along. This will be the last chapter. Any more Laby fics I post will be posted as one shots, and not as part of this. Thank you again for reading.