Disclaimer; I do not own Labyrinth, I do, how ever own the story line. (Yay!)

Warnings; This is a Darkish Fiction, if you don't like this kind of stuff. DON'T READ IT!

This is a NEW version of the story,. Yes, if you have read the original first chapter, you will notice parts of it are in this one. But, I' have changed somethings and added new ones. I hope you enjoy it and if not. Tell me, I like to know what my readers think. Thanks.

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Jareth looked around his lonely bed room, at all the wonderful things he owned. From a large king sized bed covered in black silk and too many pillows to count. A fire place with a flame contently blazing in it's home. Stunning carpets hand crafted by some artist from the 18th century. The thought came to his mind that none of his possessions compared to her. His mind drifted over the way she looked the last time had saw her. Beautiful yet strong and true, her eyes like burning emeralds melting his soul, her lips like wine that only he could drink. If only he could capture her, keep her beautiful soul bound to him, here within his labyrinth forever. But, alas, she was not of his world. Everything he could give her was of no use to her. She could not live in his world, not happily or peacefully, only if he did do something he would regret. If he did't change fate after forcing her here, she would die a horrible death. Plus the thought lingered in his mind, what mortal woman could love a goblin king?

Jareth found his days boring and unfulfillable, nothing satisfied him. He ran a hand through his long hair as he sat in his thrown, the room dull and lifeless, he had earlier sent the goblins away. Silently he tapped his fingers on the chair arm, his eyes focused on some unseen place as he stared into his crystal.

She was very compelling the way she slept, such long beautiful hair flowed over her smooth shoulders. Sarah was sleeping, peacefully in her bed. A smile across her face as she dreamed. Jareth wanted to know what she dreamed of, he wanted to be what she thought about in her sleep. As he pushed the thought of barging into her dreams from his mind. He smiled slowly, gripping the crystal ball in his slender hand. 'Such a pity...' He thought as he stood an idea of cruel proportions invaded his thoughts.

That very night while he lay awake in his bed of silken sheets. He decided that he could stand it no longer; his hand slightly rubbed his staff. He desperately needed Sarah to warm his bed. Gripping his aching need with a fist he sighed inwardly as he thought of her young body and the idea of coming into her smile. He closed his eyes as he thought about being the first man between her thighs. Pushing between her folds to be one with her light. Her lovely body under him, loving him as he lusted and needed her. With this last thought, he came into his hand. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he snuggled down into his lush bedding, and drifted to sleep. A smile across his lips as he dreamed as many times before, about his beloved Sarah far away in the above grounds…

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Sarah sat in her normal little spot, some stump in the local park. The same spot some beautiful yet strange owl perched on at times. Her mind had wondered off again, to that beautiful, strange place she had visited once. Jareth haunted her thoughts since that day three months ago. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't eat, and she couldn't do normal activities because he plagued her mind. He was such an evil person, why was he on her mind so much? She knew she despised him with a great passion. Maybe he was doing this to her, making her think of him with some sort of spell.

Her mind raced suddenly back to a fight she had had with her step mother. Once again, the fight of watching little Toby while her father and step mother went out. If only she could figure out some genius plan to make them hire a baby sitter instead of forcing her to. She sighed deeply, none of that would ever come true.. And if they really cared they would have listened when she told them about her teacher.. Mr. Sanderson.. He was out to make her school life a living hell. The history class he gave was almost never interesting at all, and he hit on her like a young boy would. He had tried to get her alone in his classroom more then once. Which, Sarah had thought was merrily nothing until he had grabbed her and forcefully kissed her. When she told her parents, they did not believe her. Mr. Sanderson was as old as her father. Much to old to want someone such as Sarah. This denial of her truthfulness had drug her into a deep depression. Of which she couldn't seem to shake off. Then the all to present idea that Jareth was watching her. Which did not bother her so much. She just wished he'd stop making her feel as if he was going to kill her. His lingering spirit drained all the life from her. Then again, so did everyone around her. Sarah had all but given up. She was failing History and English.. She couldn't handle any thing any more. Not with worrying about Mr. Sanderson and her parents. Jareth was the least of her worries so she tried to push that out of her thoughts.

Sarah stood up slowly and walked home. Her head hanging low as she watched her shoes slap the ground. She never noticed the dark storm cloud that hung over her head. Nor did she notice the strange yet familiar shadow lurking in an alley in front of her. Poor Sarah did't notice all these signs as she walked right into the hands of her enemy …

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Mr. Sanderson smiled at her in a friendly manor as he walked up the street. "Hey Sarah" He watched as she flinched, her startled eyes meeting his. "Oh.. Hello Mr. Sanderson" She said in a slow, mellowed tone. He could tell she was pale, maybe weak. He had been noticing her unheard of shocking grades. Something was happening with her, and he honestly hoped it had something to do from his advances.

"Please.. Call me Gregg.." He said with a sigh of regret. Sarah nodded as she looked at him with slightly annoyed emerald eyes.

"Gregg.." She spoke his name as if it was disgusting and bitter.

"I'm beginning to think you don't like me, Sarah. Is it because I gave you a failing grade in my class?" Her face turned a cute pink color at this. "Or maybe you're mad about that little scene after class.."

He watched as Sarah's eyes snapped up to meet his once more. "Mr. Sander.."

"Gregg.." He corrected her, "And before you start telling me about it, let me remind you that if you don't get at least a D on the next test in my class.. You're done. You'll have failed my class, Though.. I will let you make up some of your last grades.."

He eyed her down as though she was some treat and he was having hunger pains. "I don't know what you mean.." She started as she stepped away from him.

"Come on, Sarah. You're a smart girl, you know exactly what I mean.." He took her firmly by the arm and strode toward his car.

Sarah gave him a shocked look as she almost sat down on the ground, "No.. Mr. Sanderson.. I have to go home..No.. NO!!" She yelped as he swiftly picked her up.

"No.. Sarah. I'll give you a lift.." And although she fought and kicked him, Gregg Sanderson still managed to open his car, and toss the 15 year old screaming girl into the back seat of his car

Although she had fought to get out of the car. Sarah had come to find he had put the doors on safety lock. So, she had no way of getting out of the backseat until someone opened the door. She attempted to crawl up front, but Gregg back handed her in the face every time.

"Mr. Sanderson... Please.. Let me out.." She said, in her most stable voice.

"Sure, Sarah.. I'll let you go in a little while.. After we've settled a few things." He looked at her in the rear view mirror, Sarah shuttered and started to cry.

He drove for what seemed like hours, until he came to a stop.

Sarah noticed the change in scenery as she gazed out the window, wondering if any one would ever find her body out here.

It was a pretty good spot, she thought. Out in the woods. No one could hear her screams, come to her rescue.

Mr. Sanderson drug a frantic and screaming Sarah from his car. Her eyes still watering as she kicked at him.

He was a much bigger man, having a lot of power over such a small girl. He took her hands and pulled them over her head. Her thrashing and yelling didn't stop him as he tied her hands with rope.

It came to Sarah that he was working this whole thing to well, He must have had it all planned. The rope. The meeting on the side walk. It all made her sick to the bone. God, what kind of man would do all of this? What if he had done this before?

"Mr. Sanderson.." She started only to get a rough slap in the face.

"Gregg.." He said in a dragged out way, as he fought to tie her feet.

".. Gregg.. Why are you doing this.. Please.. My parents are going to look for me.. You won't get away with this.." Her tears still ran down her face.

He finished the knot at her foot, he had tied them apart. Which had lead Sarah to fear more than just the thought of death..

Gregg had tied her feet and hands to metal posts driven deep into the ground. Her muscles ached from attempting to break free.

"Shush, your parents won't even notice you're late.. and you won't tell them about this.. Not like they would believe you any way.."

Sarah sobbed as his hands ran over her, stopping to unbutton her shirt.

"Please.. Oh, God.. Please.. Don't do this Gregg.." She pleaded with him. He barely even glanced up at her tear filled eyes as he finished unbuttoning her shirt, noting she was't wearing a bra that day.

As he pulled her shirt back, he gazed longingly at her small, yet perfectly round breasts. His hands trembled as he touched them, kissed them. Her screaming was muffled as he bit down and told her, if she screamed he would bite her harder.

So, Sarah cried in silence as he fondled her breasts. Everything in her told her to fight, there had to be a way out. A loose rope. But, there was't.

Even though she could see a white owl sitting on a tree branch, she knew no one or no thing would save her.

Gregg sighed unzipping his pants as he pulled up Sarah's skirt. "This.. Is going to be my pleasure, Sarah.." He said as he pulled his pants down, along with his underwear.

Sarah cried out when she saw it, she had never seen any thing like that before.. Sure she had changed Toby a million and one times. And of course Health Class.. But.. In person.. and that big..

"Oh God.. Oh God... Help me.. Some one! HELP!! Oh God.." She fought at her bonds as she gaped at him.

Gregg ran a clinched hand over his manhood, His eyes on her as he pulled her panties down one handedly.

The seconds where passing, Sarah came closer and closer to what seemed like her horrible fate. Flash backs to the Labyrinth, where she was three months ago. She cried out.. "Jareth.. I wish.. I wish the goblin king would take me away.."

Gregg laughed as he looked at her "Sweetie, there is no one here.. Just you and me.."

Sarah opened her mouth to utter the last words, "Right now.." echoed in her mind as she heard the words come from her mouth. Someone walked up behind Gregg, a glowing white light surrounding them all...

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Jareth sighed, as he looked down at the helpless body of his beloved. Her little body bare, her private parts displayed. After he looked her down, he shook his head. Closing his eyes as he held a hand over her. The ropes around her wrists began to untie themselves.

" Sarah.. Sarah.." He whispered, his long strands of hair fell over his face as he bent to pick her up. Jareth gently pulled her clothes into their appropriate places.

The spell he cast, had left Gregg laying half paralyzed on the ground. In Jareth's mind, the man deserved to die.

He could't help but think about how close it came. That Sarah would have been raped by now if she had not called his name..

"Such a pity.." He sighed breathlessly, thinking how his world was not much better, that he was just as horrible as Gregg.. If not more so..

Gregg's soundless body started to move as he woke from his lifeless sleep. He rolled over and let out a yelp as Jareth forcefully ran him into a tree.

Jareth had him pinned, his strength far surpassed Gregg's as the man pushed at Jareth. His face had since turned blue, his feet dangled over the ground.

"She was never yours.. How dare you think about her.. Try.. Again to do this to another girl.. Much less Sarah.."

As Jareth's anger rose so did Gregg's choked screaming as he was running out of air.

Without giving the other man another moment to redeem himself, if even possible. Jareth crushed the throat he was holding, so swift that Gregg died within seconds.

Sarah started to scream.

"YOU! You killed him!" She shuttered and crawled back-wards in attempt to get away from him.

"Sarah.. He was trying to assault you.. He was trying to rape you.. This is what he deserved.."

Sarah couldn't take her eyes off of the body which had been a living man, who was going to abuse her only minutes before.

"Thank you.." She whispered, as she began to cry into her hands.

He sighed, walking to-wards her. At least she was thankful he saved her. Maybe the next million years wouldn't be so hard..

"Are you ready to go, or would you like me to wake him up?"

"Go? And you can do that.. Wake him up?" Sarah looked at Gregg's body and inched away a few feet.

"Yes, we can't stay here.. I need to get back to my castle.. And I have something for you.." Jareth said rather slowly as he came near her.

"Something for me? Wow, as wonderful as that might sound, what ever it is. I'm not interested and I want to go home right now.." She stood up and looked around, getting her barrings as she thought about which way to go.

"Sarah.. You're coming with me" He spoke the words as if he was completely certain they were factual.

She shook her head back and worth, "No.. I'm going home, Jareth. You can't stop me." Sarah smiled at him as she started to walk down the leaf covered path Gregg must have drove down.

Jareth appeared in front of her suddenly.

"You wished yourself away to me.." He started.

"To save my skin.. Honestly, wouldn't you like to save someone every now and then? Thank you? What do you want from me?" She spat at him.

"I want you.." He whispered under his breath as he looked up at her with a strange sad look in his eyes. "You had a choice, you knew I would come. Now, you know you have to go with me. That's it" He shook his head. "Such a pity.."

"No! No way am I going with you.." She looked at him, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she pointed at him.

"You've been haunting me since I beat you, You've been driving me insane. Who is to say you did't put Gregg up to this? You're a animal.. And you Never stop.. Don't tell me you did't make this happen.. You're horrible.. I can't.." Before she could rant on Jareth grabbed her, and they fell onto the ground.

A black portal opened up beside them, and Sarah started screaming as she fought with him.

She cried out as Jareth grabbed her hands, she kicked him in the shin as he tried to throw her over his shoulder.

Sarah bit him and kneed him in the chest.

Jareth gasped and dropped her on the ground, composing himself..

Before she could start screaming again, Jareth grabbed her, covering her wisp of a mouth with his soft hands.

One of his arms wrapped around her tightly cupping her mouth as the other arm was wrapping around her small body.

He stood and darted into the darkness, back into a world were plants have eyes, back into a world where scary beasts are actually friendly, and the most beautiful man is really as cruel as the most heartless person...

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Sarah woke to find herself in a cell of some sort. With bars on one wall, and decaying stone walls on the other three sides, she was trapped. A small untidy cot hanging from two rusty chains adorned one of the stone walls. While, a small sink with a busted handle and a bucket sat against the other wall. And one wall was left blank with a ripped off poster crumbled in the dusty grime filled floor. Her arms and legs ached; She remembered Gregg kidnapping her.. Then Jareth.. The whole scene played back through her mind..

Running up to the bars, Sarah gripped them and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!" She took a deep breath. "PLEASE?! Someone.. Why.." Sarah felt her heart start to sink with each of her sounding echoes. Pushing at the bars, she fails to move the door of bars before her.

Sighing in defeat, Sarah sat on the old bunk and curled into a ball. The tears came freely as she knew she was stuck and without a reason. Wiping her eyes, what about Toby? What about her horrid step mother, and her father.. Would she ever see them again? Not that she cared. But, she didn't deserve this.. not after what had happened. Which brought the thought to mind.. Could Jareth had done this? Could he really have set this all up?

She jumped up from the bed, frantically looking around for something to escape with. All she found was a small, rusted over pocket knife that was hidden under a pile of rubble.

Sarah took the knife and stuck in her pocket. Sure, it probably could't hurt any one. But, it was better then nothing at all.

As she looked around her cell, she noticed a a weird looking place on the wall. It looked as if it had once been a door.

Suddenly, the thought came. Sarah busied herself with untying the ropes that held the cot.

Soon, she had the plank of wood pressed up against the wall.

Nothing happened.. Sarah kicked the board, and cried "It's not fair.." as it fell over.

"Maybe you're not looking right.." The words made her think, as she picked up the large piece of wood and started again, trying to make a door.

After about the millionth time, the large plank stuck to the wall.

Sarah gasped, It worked? She pulled on the newly made door. She wondered what was on the other side..

Then she heard someone coming, heavy footsteps on the floor, coming closer with every single step. Had someone heard her? Was she about to be rescued? Or caught trying to escape?

She got the door open, took notice that it was a dead end. Sarah seen a huge man came into view. His hair was a long tangled mess, as were his clothes. A cruel smile deepened the corners of his slightly young looking face.

Sarah slammed the door and quickly reopened it, hoping it wasn't a dead end again..

In his arms he carried a slightly strange looking bundle that might have been a dress. But, she could't tell from the way it was held. And she did't care.. With one deep breath she ran through the door, closing the door behind herself..

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That's all folks.. I've been thinking of redoing the whole story for a while.. If there are parts you want me to leave or take out.. Speak up! Cause I'm redoing it ALL, and I'm only leaving parts I like and can work with. This is still going to be the same story. I'm just altering it a bit. I'd love to see some feedback if you leave it.. Thanks for your time!