The evening had passed quickly with laughter, dances, and shy passionate kisses. As the clock struck 3 everyone started to head to their quarters. Jareth had walked Kaye back to her room, leaving good night kisses all over her blushing face.

But now she found her self unable to sleep as she sat in her window sill. Looking up at the stars. She let out a sigh, giving up on the idea of sleep. Kaye got down from the sill and began to head down the halls to get to the garden, her white nightgown flowing behind her as her blond hair hung freely to her waist. She smiled as her bare feet made contact with the cool grass. Kaye loved being able to go outside when she wanted. She closed her eyes as she lifted her face to the stars. A large grin lit her face as she started to feel the energy from the stars surround her, loving that the Underground amplified everything for her.

"Hello, little elf."

Kaye quickly turned towards the voice, seeing that it was the Ogre King that had spoken. A soft smile played behind his full red beard as he looked at her with sparkling green eyes.

"Sire," Kaye said, moving to curtsy.

"No need for that child. Come, walk with me." He said before he started walking. Kaye nodded as she followed, slightly behind, the 6'2 fae. He was large in size, his barrel chest evened out by his muscle mass. As Chase had said, he was an intimidating man.

"Now that we've seen you dance. I can't see how I ever missed you having elf blood. But it's been centuries since they have been heard from." The king said, causing her to jump at his tone as he started to speak.

"What happened? To the elves?" Kaye asked softly. The king stopped walking as he looked up to the stars, a deep sadness filling him.

"I'm not sure it's my place to tell you little elf."

Kaye tilted her head as she studied him. He looked down at her, a smile gracing his face even though the sadness still filled him.

"You look just like them. Other than the ears. You have human ears... I shall leave you to your stars now little one."

He bowed his head to her before he walked away. Kaye watched him leave before looking around. She found her self along the wall to the labyrinth, vines growing over the tan stones. She smiled, walking over to the stone, placing her hand on its cool surface. She instantly felt the magic enter her hand. Kaye's brow furrowed as the vines swayed slightly, exposing more of the wall. She pushed some of the vines aside, exposing more of the stone. She ran her fingers over the words written there, her brow furrowing again, not understanding the characters. She let out a gasp as the symbols started to glow a bright silver, the characters rearranging themselves.

"The story... of the elves..." Kaye read as the words slowly revealed themselves to her.

"Kaye! You should be in bed!" Jareth's voice called out as he walked quickly to her. She looked back at him, surprised to see him.

"Jareth. I was just..." She turned back to the wall to see that it was once again covered, the words no longer glowing.

"Come, I'll take you back to your room," Jareth said, holding a hand out to her. Kaye nodded with one last look at the vine-covered wall before going with him, placing her small hand into his.

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The smile fell off Jareth's face as the door to Kaye's room closed, a scowl replacing it.

"You should have let her finish." The Ogre King said from down the hall, his shoulder just showing from around the corner.

"I don't want her to know just yet. It's not even certain that she is an elf." Jareth answered, his voice holding a light growl behind his words as he glared at the other man from the corner of his eye.

"Don't keep it a secret too long Jareth. You know what happens when you keep secrets from an elf. You were there on the front lines with me."

Jareth growled freely this time as he listened to the fading footsteps of the other king before storming off to his room. He slammed the door behind him before stripping off his clothes, throwing them haphazardly towards one of his chairs, not caring that some fell to the floor. He laid down on his bed, his body only clothed in faint starlight as he stared up at the ceiling. Memories tried to tug at his mind, to make him remember something he swore to never think of again. He sighed as he turned on his side, pulling a crystal to gaze into, looking over his sleeping kingdom before he ended up with Kaye's resting form inside the ball. He smiled lightly as he ran his thumb over the surface, wondering what she would dream of that night before he began to let his self fall into the comforting arms of sleep. But that comfort was short lived. Jareth was back when he was but a young fae in his dream, his cocky smirk almost permanent on his face when he was but 120 years of age. The king of the fae's had declared that all the elves be captured. Any that so wished could join the kingdom, picking a mate out of any of the fae. Those that refused were to be killed. The elves were dying out or disappearing, only 200 of the tribe remained in the Underground and the fae king did not wish for all of their magic and knowledge to be lost due to their foolishness. The elves have decided that the Underground was no longer meant for them. That they had to go to the Abovegroud, mix with the humans. Become mortal. Jareth stood next to his fellow soldiers, readying his self for battle against what remained of the elves, not really caring what he was about to do. Just glad he wasn't sitting around stuck in lessons of some sort. The battle had been a quick one, the small number of fighters left of the elves were no match for the larger group of fae that ruthlessly descended upon them, quickly taking out anyone that dared to fight back against them, silver blood stained many a blade and hand that night. Only a small amount of elves, numbering less than 20, decided to blend with the fae. Whilst the others stood their ground, refusing to mate with a 'lesser breed', as they saw it. Jareth remembered as the captains spoke, deciding on who would be the one to kill the rebellious elves. They had turned to look at the group of soldiers, and being the cocky young fae he was, he had smirked at them, even with the silver blood still fresh on his face. He believed that was what cause them to chose him to destroy what was left of the elves, to make him be the one to kill men and women alike. Old and young. His smirk had died out for a while after that, his night pledged with screams and blood the color of the moon.

He woke as he had back when the memories were still fresh, still at the front of his mind. His body was covered in sweat, his hair clinging to his face and neck. Jareths breaths came quick and shallow as his blood thumped through his veins at an alarming rate. How was he going to be able to tell Kaye that he was the one that killed out her people? He let out a yell mixed with a groan as he fell back into his bed, his forearm falling across his eyes as he tried to push the memories away once again, mumbling a spell that would make him have a dreamless sleep, even though he wouldn't be as rested because of it. Anything was better than seeing those that looked like her screaming as his blade was covered in silver.

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A/N: Well my dear readers? What do you think? I know my style is a bit different here but I am writing about Jareth and what he went through so I didn't want it to be the same writing style as when I write about Kaye. I thought that I would give Jareth a deep dark past. One that would make him as cruel and ruthless as he is now. But also make it so he doesn't really want to be... I don't know. You all tell me. I do love to hear what you think. I mean. If this is getting a bit too much I need to know. Other wise I will just keep writing as long as you all what to read ^-^