Precious Thing

AN: Hi, yes this is my first story on Fan Fiction, so please be kind and understanding if I suck!

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Chapter one

…You remind me of the babe…

How could she do this to me? This simple mortal girl. She beat me at my own game, left me alone and scared. No, not scared. I can not be scared, but she made me think I loved her, and in a way that scared me. The King of the Goblins, scared of a little girl. Yes, the thought does send shivers down my spine. But, I no longer love her. After all these months of watching her, studying her every move. I am now ready to take her, take her back to the Goblin City, and take back my heart, that was once stolen.

Sarah Williams, thought once she was an ordinary girl. But nine months ago, at the age of seventeen, thirteen hours changed her life forever, and unknown to her, life will never be the same. She took back her brother Toby, from the King of the Goblin City, she thought she was through with that handsome ruthless evil King. But no, she was too smart for her own good, this time, the King is back, and instead of the baby Toby, he wants the babe Sarah.

Life was average for eighteen year old Sarah, she went to school, few friends, had jobs, pleasant relationship with the family. Her life was average, it wasn't for a while, unknown to all but her and her brother Toby, who soon will forget. She thought average is what her life would be from now until death. But plans are stirring, one wrong move, and Sarah will be far from average.

Babysitting, always babysitting her little brother this Sarah. She sat at her desk, with the babe on her lap, smoothly brushing out his raspberry blonde hair.

"You are a handsome fellow, my dear Toby. One day some pretty lady might see you and take you away for ever! Or man… I king…/I Oh, never mind." I should not say such things, she thought to herself. Too many bad memories, I should concentrate on the good stuff, not say such things to remind us of the horrid time. Too many dreams, too many dreams. The past few weeks she has been having dreams of the man-we-do-not-speak-of, as she refers to him in her mind. Dreams, of the ball he magically took her to, and what would have happened afterwards if he had had his way. She always for some reason, loved him, in her dreams. She does not know why, maybe the idea of a magical king, loving you forever, has a nice ring to it. But at the end of the dream, always, she comes to her senses and he attacks her. She wakes up in a sweat, crying profusely. She hates the king, and if ever did she see him again, she would run as fast as she could in the other direction.

Sarah took the sleeping Toby to bed, and then went to her vanity to go through her many things, as she so often did in amusement. Stroking her long brown hair she pulls it up into a loose bun. She was wearing a green t-shirt and boot-legged jeans. The colours complimented her, she noted.

Every so often, she would think of her hours in the Labyrinth, not of the bad, but of the good. The friends she made, Ludo, Sir Didymus. Most of all she thought of Hoggle, her dear friend. She wished she could call upon him from the mirror, as he instructed nine long months ago. But she could not, for she was afraid the king would come along with Hoggle, and take her brother away again.

She could not run through the Labyrinth again, and if she did get to the end, she could not say those six words. She would not mean them, he did have power over her, he haunts her every waking, and sleeping moment. She did mean what she said before, damn straight he had no power over her. But the minute she got back home, the power that was once not there, came seeping into every crack of her existence.

She opened her diary that was sitting in her drawer, and pulled it out along with a pen. Every so often she got an urge to write, and at this moment she had a lot on her mind she needed to get out. She decided to write a story, based on her own experience.

She sat thinking about her story, and then out loud while she wrote, she said the first."I wish the Goblins would come take me away... Right now!"

"As you wish."

Swiftly she turned around in her chair, to see the person she loathed most in the universe. The one man she could not resist, yet would kill herself to ever be with. Jareth the Goblin King was sitting on her white double bed, knees crossed, wearing his white blouse, brown tight pants, and knee high pointed leather boots. He looked smashing, but the sly smile turned Sarah onto the trick he must be planning.

Before speaking, she contemplated killing herself, but thought better of it. "You can not have my brother!" She half yelled at him, making sure to keep her composure.

He quickly winked at her, then uncrossed his legs, grinning at her and blazing his two different coloured eyes. Oh shit, Sarah thought. What am I in for now?

"Why do you think I want your baby, Sarah?" His British accent was astonishing. Everything he said was smart and subtly sexy. He lost his grin and focused on the stunned girl, stiff on the chair.

"Why are you here?" She asked him, trying to act cool.

"Because you wished me here. I thought we went over this before. You say the magic words, I appear."

"I didn't mean to!" She was shaking with fear, realizing her error in speaking aloud her thoughts.

"That's what they all say, dear. But, I guess it won't be too bad. You beat my Labyrinth before, it shouldn't be harder the second time around." He toyed with his gloves, and looked at Sarah over his long eyelashes.

"But… You said you wouldn't take Toby!" Sarah sat up and ran for the door. She turned the knob and slammed on it, but it wouldn't open. She turned around, her back to the door. Jareth was smirking at her, amused.

"I'm not taking Toby, you fool. You said you wanted to be taken away, not the little brat." He smiled up at her.

"But… then how am I supposed to beat the Labyrinth, if I'm the one being kept in the Goblin City?"

"Oh yes, I never thought of that." He lied thoughtfully. He got up off of the bed and slowly took four steps to be an arms length away from the shivering girl. To be this close to her, sent a warm feeling through his body. I must take her now, he thought. I can't stand it any longer.

"Are you going to turn me into a goblin?" She spat at the king, no longer shivering, anger slithered off her words.

He stared at her for a moment and then a melody of sharp laughter rang from his mouth. He stopped, and brought his hand around to the back of her head and undid her hair bun. Her hair dropped to her shoulders in soft waves. Sarah, frightened again, just stared at him, waiting for him to speak.

"You are not to be turned into one of those nasty creatures. Yes, I shall turn you into something, in a few years when you have reached your peak of womanhood."

"What? What are you planning to turn me into?" She slowly spoke in a whisper.

"Into an immortal. To forever be at my side, I shall make you Queen." He grinned down at her as her eyes widened.

"I do not want to go with you! I do not want to be Queen! I'd rather be a goblin…"

"I thought we had established that you have no choice in the matter of going back to the Underground, and yes, you shall be my Queen." He lost his smile, and stepped closer to her.

"Why do you want me to be your Queen?"

"Because. For my many years, I have searched for one woman to forever live with, I have not found one that I could truly ever love. And you, my dear, I loved you in thirteen hours. I hate you for it." He stared down at her, his lasts words stung her with a pang.

"If you hate me so much, then why do you want me to be with you forever?"

"Because you hate me. I hate you, yet I can not live without you. You obviously despise me, and in my revenge I shall make you stay with me forever."

"That does not make any sense. Your crazy!" Sarah stares up at him, trying to prolong the conversation, trying to find a way out.

"May be so, Sarah, may be so. But you can not deny… A physical attraction." He wraps his arms around her waist, and presses himself towards her. She could feel the swelling coming from down below. It disgusted her, and frightened her, knowing what he wanted, and what he would take from her while she kicked and cried and screamed. This was sick, she knew it. She was eighteen, and he was around forty. It was obviously illegal, yet he pushed himself on her so forcefully. Yes, she did feel attracted to him, but who wouldn't? You can think the person you hate most in the world is hot, its just… c'mon he's really good looking.

He brought his mouth down to hers, and slowly kissed her tender lips. Sarah's breaths came in heavy gasps, she did not know what to do. Should she go along with it? No. She should fight. She pushed on him as hard as she could, but he would not budge. He was kissing her neck as she pushed on his chest. He just pushed her closer up against the wall, and she could feel he had gotten more excited. She gave up, and he sought at her mouth, trying to force open her lips with his tongue. He bit her lip and with a gasp his tongue entered. He moved in a soft motion, as his hands trailed along her back, up and down her bottom.

"Welcome to your new world." He whispered in her ear, as soft fog formed around them, and she passed out.

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Ok, that's my first chapter. Do not yell at me, I tried.