Author's Note: Sort of an AU fan-fic of the Labyrinth. Always been a HUGE fan-girl of Jareth and wanted to write something (To be honest, I wasn't really a fan of the whole Sarah and Jareth romance. *Gasp!* I know bad me! As some of you may notice I put my own spin on the world and some of the characters. I'm aware it doesn't follow the actual story of the movie. Isn't this what fan-fic is for? Creative liberty with already known characters?) I had used a variation of Jareth on my Roleplaying forum, though a more modern version named Valerian. Never took off so I decided to post my original fan-fic content here. Hope you enjoy! R & R my lovelies!

Theme Song: Shinedown - Devil

Chapter One

Slowly, her finger tips moved downward over the ancient and brittle pages of the Book of Shadows laying open on the table in front of her. The Book had been passed down through the Blood Stone Coven; a sect of mysterious and powerful Mages in alliance with the Goblin King. She; herself, was a Shadow Mage, the only one left in existence. Once upon a time, Jareth had been her Mentor. He had been exiled from the Coven, forced to the Underground where it was rumored that he now ruled over the Labyrinth itself with his army of mischievous Goblins. There were whispers that when children were wished away, he would come to claim them, taking care of them in a way that it seemed no one dared to. After thirteen hours in his care, they would begin to change, turning into Goblins.

Her attention shifted the moment Damien Dragonette passed by her table without so much as a glance in her direction. He was one of the Archmages for the Blood Stone Coven. She had saved his life on more than one occasion and at great expense to her own health. The man had no common sense when it came to Magick. Her fingers moved from the page they had been hovering over and slipped back into the black leather glove that hid the intricate black spider web patterns of veins beneath her pale, milky white skin. Her veins pulsated and throbbed with that eerie black glow. The blackness trickled from her wrists, winding up her arms and over her shoulders where it was just barely visible at the sides of her neck. They looked like intricate vines of pitch inked on her skin.

"You should never hide a part of who you are." A voice called from across the table. "They are beautiful." The voice was soothing, almost melodic with a cultured British accent. She knew who it was almost immediately. His voice had always soothed her and even now, it worked it's Magick over her frayed nerves.

"Jareth." She said nearly breathlessly, standing from the high-backed leather chair with liquid grace. "What are you doing here?"

A smug, self-confident smirk played across his nearly sinful mouth. "Miss me, luv?"

Abaddon arched a single brow faintly, doing her best to keep a smile from twitching the corners of her mouth. "Does the Council know you're here?"

"Now why the concern, Abaddon?" He inquired, leaning over the table to look past the shadows that hid her face. Her eyes were mismatched. One a glimmering silver while the other was pitch black. Both were void of pupil, making her appear blind when she could, in fact, see better in the dark than anyone else.

The Book of Shadows that sat between them suddenly slammed shut as if two giant hands had violently closed it. It levitated up off of the table and floated to a near by book shelf, nestling itself comfortably in the only avaliable spot. A subtle smile that seemed full of pride tugged his smirk even wider. He knew very well just how powerful and lethal his petite and dainty looking beauty was. But, he also knew the danger than she continuously put herself in working for the Coven.

She snorted faintly in lieu of laughter. "Concern? Yes, but perhaps my concern is for the Magi Council. I know very well what you are capable of, Jareth, you taught me much of what I know."

His bi-colored gaze roamed boldly over her from head to toe. Like him, her hands were covered by black leather gloves. Black seemed to be the dominant color of their attire and he had to admit, it suited her. Her long jet-black hair fell pin straight down her back, stopping just short of her sitting on it when she sat in a chair. It gleamed in the light with highlights of blue that only true black hair can. Every feature of her face was perfectly and evenly proportioned, her lips full and rounded enough to be exotic. Her lower lip was what caught his attention the most and he found himself remember the way she tasted.

Abaddon broke his careful attention to detail by moving. She reached behind the chair and removed a cane from it's resting place. It was a simple gleaming black shaft with a palm sized clear crystal ball on top; a gift from him to her just before he had been exiled to the Labyrinth. Housed within the shaft of the cane was a very sharp and lethal blade. Nestled at the hollow of her throat was a small black crystal that Jareth had personally crafted with a scrap of his own power contained within. It was a protection talisman of sorts and it pleased him to see that she still wore it, even after the whole...Sarah fiasco.

When she stepped from the shadows, Jareth felt his mouth run dry. Skin tight leather pants clung to the curve of her hips and shapely bottom. They were tucked neatly into knee-high black leather boots that lacked at the backs of her calves. He couldn't tell what style shirt she wore due to the floor length black leather coat, but he knew at the sight of it that it was black silk and showed a generous view of how endowed she was.

Carefully, he cleared his throat before speaking.

"I have petitioned the Council, and surprisingly have been awarded with your services. The Labyrinth is in dire need of your skills."

She stopped for a moment, settling the cane on the floor in front of her, resting both hands upon the crystal casually.

"The Council has agreed to this?" Her brow frowned momentarily. "What is going on, Jareth? What has you and them in such an uproar?"