A/N: Well, well, well, it's certainly been a while, hasn't it? Missed me darlings? I missed you! Well, I'm back with a drabble for Frostfyre. She has requested an evil/demony Jareth fic, supplying me with the word "Nightmare!" And I'm very willing to oblige. Sorry it took so long, m'dear! I didn't forget you! Hope you like what my demented little mind has come up with! And, as always, enjoy!

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Nightmare:

There was a time of year when Jareth went dark.

I don't mean tan, I mean dark.

As is personality, outlook, aura, emotions, and actions. For one night every year during a particular Lunar cycle, Jareth became the feral predator he was.

He'd given Sarah ample warning that she may not like what she saw, and that, if she so wished, it might be best for her to return to her world until the cycle passed.

Sarah, stubborn, independent, and never one to back down from a challenge, decided to forgo Jareth's offer, and chose to remain with him in the Labyrinth instead.

"I cannot promise that you won't be upset with me, Sarah-mine," he'd told her. "I don't think you understand the capacity of how truly demonic fey like me will become. It's not safe for you."

"I'll have all of you, or none of you at all, Jareth. If you intend on this working, then it's something I'll have to see eventually. You can't send me back to my world every time you decide to Hulk out on me."

"Hulk out, precious? I'm not sure I und-,"

"Never mind, aboveground thing," She cut him off. "Anyways, I'm not leaving. As long as you aren't going to hurt me."

He grimaced, "I was afraid you'd say that. That's the idea, love. We get one night a year to fulfill our bloodlust. Fey are the hybrids of demons and angels. All year we can remain "angelic" or at least civil, but we are half demon, and what I do in that time, I cannot be held responsible for. Mostly, because I won't remember it."

"Are you saying you won't know who I am, Jareth," she asked, astounded.

"It's quite unlikely, precious. Not to be taken personally."

"Wait, bloodlust, as in you kill things?" She was shocked.

He looked uncomfortable, and after a long pause, "Yes."

"What kind of things?"

"Humans, faeries, anything in my way. You, potentially."

Sarah was stunned. "You'd kill me?"

"I'd have no way of knowing if it were you. No way of rationalizing something I care about over something I don't. I'm not myself when I'm in that state. I'm a nightmare. The worst one you'd ever face."

"But why? What makes it that way?"

"It's our punishment. Something we live with to remind us of what we are. We are half angel, but that does not mean we do not sin. God was lenient, he gave us power when he should have sent us to hell, but our existence is not our fault. He couldn't let us go about the world immortal and unscathed without some kind of penance, however. By nature we are docile, but maybe not so kind, but neither blatantly evil. We feel guilt very strongly. Our consciences rule us completely. That is why we have the Lunar cycle. For one night, we are completely helpless against our own devices. We kill, steal, hurt, rape, and break all for the purpose of doing so, then we have to live with ourselves after it. Own up to what we did. Mindless and senseless abomination."

Sarah couldn't say anything. She was stunned into silence. He continued.

"Despite what you may think of me, precious, I am cruel by nature. But, I love you regardless. I'd die before I'd intentionally hurt you, please reconsider going back just until tomorrow night."

"When does this start?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Midnight. You have less than an hour to decide. I won't tell you what to do, I'm not allowed."

"Not allowed?"

"Not tonight. I can warn you all I want, but I'm not allowed to physically move anyone out of my possibly incredibly destructive path unless they wish it. You should know by now, my Sarah, all you have to do is wish it."

Sarah took a deep breath and was quite for a long moment. Jareth had delivered all this to her rather calmly, probably expecting that she would ask. He had prepared for this, so as not to get to emotional and beg her to go. He was prouder than that. Another deadly flaw, his pride; it kept him all too aware of how far Heaven really was. Sarah was as close as he got. He'd be damned if he hurt her, but he may not have any other choice.

She peeked up at him through nervous eyes. His own reflected hers, but his face held no emotion; he was steeling himself for her answer. She knew was she should do. What the logical thing to do would be, but some twisted part of her had to know.

"I want to see how bad it can be. I don't think I can ignore something like this, knowing you may have done something heinous and I just pretend to overlook it when you're all right the next day. I need this, Jareth. I'm sorry, but I'm staying."

His eyes were and angry, hurt, and beautiful mismatch. "Well, if you will not leave me, then I must leave you. I refuse to put you in my homicidal path. And yes, precious, I would kill you. You're being very selfish Sarah-mine. You could be taking away the only thing that's ever made me wish Heaven were still something I could hope for. Heaven is where you will go, but I will not be so lucky. If we part, precious, we part forever." Then he was gone in a flash of glitter.

Sarah gave a bitter snort, "It's only forever, not long at all."

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Midnight came….and past.

Still no sign of Jareth. Sarah searched through the halls for him, but resigned herself to the fact that he was most likely out raping and pillaging.

She froze. Raping. As in, sex with someone else. Sex not with her. The sickest part of her would rather him murder a million woman than sleep with anyone other than her. The worst part is, he wouldn't remember. He wouldn't know to tell her if he had been with someone else. That brought a sting of hateful tears to her eyes. Maybe she should've just gone when he'd asked, been innocent a bit longer. But her conscience and her nerves would have eaten her alive, she wouldn't have rested, and then she wouldn't have ever been able to look at him the same.

This way she could feel better about it. About knowing what he really was. She wondered, desolately, how much else there was that he had never told her. He seemed to know everything about her, while she knew next to nothing about him. It wasn't fair. She paused, she'd said that way too much. All because of him. And it was the truth, Jareth didn't fight fair. But, he didn't have to. He was the master of his universe, he could be as just or as selfish as he wanted, yet he expected more out of her.

She sighed, she really didn't want to be angry and afraid while all this was going on. She continued her search through the castle, however futile she thought it might be. In the throne room, she met Hoggle. He was sitting on Jareth's throne, looking nervous, as if he were guarding something.

"What are you doing? Jareth is liable to bog you if he see you there."

"Under normal circumstances, I'd agree, but he'd be more inclined to do worse on this night," the little goblin shivered.

"Then why test his ire by sitting there?"

"Because he asked me to before he changed."

"Oh," Sarah was confused. "Why?"

"He's not allowed to have his crystal when he's in this state, too much power. I'm keeping it safe."

"Why didn't he ask me to keep it?"

Hoggle really didn't want to answer that question. He stuttered and tried to avoid it for a good five minutes before Sarah became angry.

"Tell me, or I'll bog you myself."

"You-you're lying! You wouldn't do that to me!" He accused in his goblin-y accent.

"Try me." The words were defiant, harsh, and much too Jareth-esque. He'd rubbed off on her quite a bit. (In more ways than one if memory serves me correct.)

Hoggle, in his cowardly state of panic, let the words rush past his lips so fast Sarah could barely keep up. Sometimes he wondered which of the two monarchs he was more afraid of. "I have no power over the crystal, he can't trace it's magic if I have it. But, but you do, since you're his mate. You can control it without magic. It knows your touch just as well as his. The second you touch it he'll know where it is, and where you are and will stop at nothing to get near either." He finished in a puff, then squeaked, "Aw, I really shouldn't have said that."

"Doesn't he already know where it is?" She asked.

"He'll have forgotten in his altered state," Hoggle said wearily. "And don't you dare ask me for it. He made it very clear not to let you touch it at all."

"If you didn't want me to touch it, then why'd you let me know about it?"

"The Lunar cycle affect all fey. The powerful ones like Jareth, change. Goblins, like me are unable to tell untruths. Simply, we cannot lie. I have no other choice."

This was news. "Do you know where he is?"

"Yes."

"Where, Hoggle?"

"Somewhere in the castle," he said through gritted teeth. That was a shock.

"Why?"

Hoggle gave a rage filled moan, "Please no more questions."

"Tell me now, Hoggle."

"He's angelic enough to want to hold back after he's changed. Every year he chains himself up in one of the rooms before he changes, so when it happens, he can't immediately wreak havoc. He always breaks free though, and the destruction is bad."

"And you don't know which room?"

"He creates a new one every year, so that no one can find it."

Sarah huffed, so close yet so far. She need that crystal.

"Give me the crystal Hoggle."

"I can't."

"You can and you will."

"No, Sarah, I physically can't. If I let go of the Crystal, I die. Jareth cursed it." Sarah cursed under her breath. She had to think of a way to get to him.

She wandered back through the castle, down random hallways, pensive and frustrated.

It was hard to understand why this meant so much to Sarah, but seeing Jareth at his worst was what she needed. She had to accept all of him, including his demons, if she really wanted to love him. She had to know. She wished so hard to be with him then.

She wished….

"All you have to do is wish it, precious, you should know that by now…" His words rang in her head, and before she realized what she had done, she stood before Jareth once more.

He was chained, just as Hoggle had said. And when he said change, he was physically very different. And more beautiful than anything she had ever seen.

His arms and legs and torso were bound by cords and cords of lovely metal. He was shirtless and pale, sweating from his efforts to break free. His hair was stained a bit darker, and glittered all over. She had no idea where the light came from, the room was four walls, no doors, no windows, no lamps or electricity.

As she stared, she realized the was not light shining on him, but that he, in fact, was the light. He radiated it, dark, and sinister, and bright white. The most otherworldly contrast.

His face was so beautiful, strained with an anger and lust foreign to her, and much more powerful and feral than anything she'd ever seen. He oozed evil and bad intentions. Lovely mismatch eyes, now a fiery red and black.

What astounded her most, however, were his wings. Yes, wings. They rose from his shoulder blades, splaying against the wall in a macabre art form. They'd torn out of his skin, he was bleeding all over, and the once white wings were stained red, and as they fanned out, turned black at the tips.

Sarah hadn't realized she'd sunk to her knees, in reverence of him. He was beautiful and deadly, and he scared her out of her wits. The way he looked at her was enough to make her double over in a panicked nausea, but she was still.

Couldn't move, his eyes held her. She didn't have the will or the want to look away. He was amazing to her.

Panic and fright hadn't fully caught up with her yet, she was still just staring at the demon fey before her, his words are what finally brought her crashing back to reality, the spell of his eyes momentarily broken, and she began to scream.

"My, my, precious, it seems our game of hide and seek has come to an end. But, you know what a terrible loser I am. Let's play another game, one of which I am sure to win. Let's call it 'cat and mouse' or, for all intensive purposes 'demon and dinner,' because, quite frankly love, you look delectable, and I'm starved."

The first chain broke.

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A/N: There you have it! The first one without a happy/sappy ending. If you like, I may continue. Let me know. Frostfyre, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. It took me forever to come up with an idea that wasn't so cliché. As always, thanks to everyone for reading! Let me know what you think. Your comments are so greatly appreciated, and please keep sending me ideas for drabbles! I love to write them as long as you love to read them!