Hello everyone, I'm Jessie, and this is my first Labyrinth fan fic so please be gentle but please respond! Give this a little read, then please let me know what you think.

Oh...and before I forget...

I do not own anything to do with the Labyrinth and in no way wish to make a buck off of this story...like i could anyways...so, umm...here is my disclaimer thingiemabob.

Enjoy!

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The overhead lights dimmed as silence covered the crowded theater like a blanket. Even in semi-darkness, the opulence of the New York City Theater, and its current patrons, was evident in the gilded walls, thick curtains, and sparkling jewels hanging from fancy necks. Every single box was filled tonight, the final ballet of the season, and what a season this had been! Scandal and innuendo constantly surrounded the world renowned prima ballerina, Elyssa D'Artagnan, aka the Gossip Queen. New Yorkers and columnists simply alike simply couldn't get enough of the fiery haired, temperamental beauty.

Tension and excitement began to build as the maestro approached the orchestra. Nervously, people began to whisper and fidget in their seats. A collective sigh of relief escaped the audience as the overture began and the curtain rose. All eyes were riveted to the stage as the young dancers gracefully filed in and Act I of Swan Lake began.

Barely able to conceal his boredom, His Majesty the Goblin King, yawned. His interest piqued only after a certain female dancer pranced onto stage, her very presence commanding the attention of all. Her leotard was white to the point of translucence, barely hiding the pink flesh underneath. Jareth smiled to himself, a wicked lopsided thing, as his predatory gaze devoured Elyssa D'Artagnan. She was pretty enough – blessed with pale, creamy skin and dark red curls. Large, luminous eyes sparkled with an odd mossy green shade. Impatiently he began to drum his fingers against the banister. Patience, he thought to himself, you've already set everything into motion. No need to spoil everything by becoming too impulsive. Settling back into his seat, Jareth calmly waited as the ballet unfolded, his impatience building. It had been so long, entirely too long since such a haughty, temperamental little shrew had fallen into his clutches. This was just too perfect to resist....