Chapter 1

"Violet?" Isac asked me. I was shaking, afraid of what would come next. He was here, he knew that I was not dead, and he knew where I lived…. What was I going to do now? The Goblin King was after me, and I knew that this time, he might be closer to getting what he wanted. Me.

"I'm… I'm okay." I replied to his inquisition. I quickly took the crystal and looked inside of it. There right before my eyes, was the face of Jareth the Goblin King. His smile driving me crazy every second that I set my eyes upon it.

"Violet Violet Violet. You thought that you could get away from me did you? Well you thought wrong my dear child. I have found you. This time you will not escape. You think you are clever, but I will find a way to get you back in my arms once more. I will see you soon my little wild gang child." He spoke and then his image disappeared. I could not comprehend what had just happened inside of my mind.

"He's back… He isn't going to stop until he gets what he wants… That spoiled son of a bitch!" I screamed throwing the crystal to the ground.

"Be careful Violet, do not swear! Be careful… The baby! You can't hurt it." He tried to reason with me. I did not want to be reasoned with, I wanted to raise hell.

"Isac, I want to kill him! He is going to ruin my life! I'm scared. Wha are we going to do?" I asked.

"I don't know Vi, but all I know is that I can't lie to you, and I'm not sre what he will do. You know him better than I ever will."

"What if he tries to hurt you?" I asked. "Or the baby?"

"I know, but what if we got married sooner than we had planned? We could get married in a month…"

"A week." I said, really liking that idea, if we got married before he attacked then maybe he will leave me alone?"

The week went by too slowly for the both of us, once the wedding came I ended up wearing the big poofy traditional wedding dresses. Isac wore a tuxedo, with his best friend as the best man. I was anti social by choice but still had a friend named Katie. She was my maid of honor

"Do you Violet Wild, take Isac Miller to be your husband?" Asked the Priest.

"I do." I answered.

"Do you, Isac Miller, take Violet Wild to be your wife?" He asked.

"I do." Isac answered.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked.

"We wait."

"I hope so.

I was having trouble sleeping, a few months of waiting was quite anoying, then I found out that it was time.

"Isac! The baby is coming!" I cried.