Chapter 1

He's here, the phantom of the opera

Disclaimer: Me no own Phantom of the opera or Labyrinth! If I did I'd be rich!

AN: Yes, yes, yes shut up! I'm going to finish Wonderwall…. Eventually…. Yeah well I have become "obsessed" as so many call it with the Phantom of the Opera! I love the phantom… he's great! Anyways this is a follow up with a little Labyrinth mixed in! Hope you like!

I tossed my black cloak over me, enshrouding myself in darkness all the better as I was wasting away in my misery. I felt numb, numb with feeling; the only thoughts that crossed my broken mind were thoughts of suicide and one other. Through the gloomy storm clouds, a ray of hope shined through! I could consider calling upon an old "friend" for help as an alternative to suicide! He was always of help when it came to broken people, for that was his job!

I could hear the rustle of footsteps approaching my "Throne Of Darkness". I could tell by the scurrying swish of the steps that it was a female that dare approach me. I took a deep breath, and in a voice soft as an angel's, uttered the words that could be my doom or my salvation. "I wish the goblins would come and take me away, right now."

I felt my body draw away from my cloak, and the clammy cool that accompanies that lair in which I used to dwell. I felt the queasy feeling that builds in the pit of your stomach when fey magic is used, felt the loss in my chest, loss of the beat that had been there since the day I was born, it was as though my heart had just decided to stop beating.

Slowly, oh agonizingly slow! I opened my eyes, aware of being observed. "Ah, well if it isn't you!" A deep masculine voice boomed at me. My blood ran cold; it was my oldest foe, my oldest friend, my brother if not of blood of spiritual terms. My chilling eyes opened all the way, with a glare known to take the breath of any and all who dare meet my gaze but he stood unhindered.

Knees like jelly, brain like mush, heart shattered into a billion pieces I stood before the man. Haunting mismatched eyes looked on with a mocking air about them, a halo of golden hair spiked out about his head, the perfectly defined chin jutted out, hairless and masculine, arrogant and beautiful, whole. He is whole. Full lips, no mask, no ugly scars, no heartbreak, nothing! He stood there; a goblin in all his glory the man dared proclaim himself a goblin! He would proudly claim his goblins! He thought himself ugly, deformed, and evil! BAH!

Regaining my composure, I stood before the man, in my mysterious mask, a genius inside an oaf's body. I fixed my jacket, slicked my hair back into place once more, and spoke "Monsieur, you have caused me much heartache, but despite this I still find myself… in need of your assistance." I confessed hesitantly.

A perfect fist came to rest upon his hip bone and the other came up to cradle his chin, perfect head cocked to a side inquisitively, "What do you need of me?" He demanded.

"Why, monsieur! Isn't it obvious! I am broken hearted!" I nearly choked on the last word as it grated with false cheer past my deformed lips.

"Broken…. Hearted?" he asked stupidly. "You fell in love! After all the heartache you gave me over my dear" here he lowered his voice to a gentle whisper, like a caress "Sarah".

I snickered cruelly "Yes your poor Sarah" The man rolled his eyes at me. "Well, that's another conversation! Yes, I fell in love, and released her. I now wish to die!"

Horror crossed his face "My God you have it bad! Surely you don't plan on my killing you!"

I sighed heavily "No, I did not."

"Good' The strange man replied "You should know by now I must give you a chance for a runner! That is the rules of the Labyrinth! You should also be prepared in case the Labyrinth decides to possess me I will then no longer know you or your runner."

"I know, Jareth" I stated calmly.

His white, pointed teeth showed from in between his full perfect lips in a smile "Then let us begin, who shall run for you?"