Dieja stood up. All the faeries stared at her, as they loved to watch her dissapear. To their much dissapointment, Dieja just went up the stairs. Before she went up, though, she turned, and said to her faeries, "Sorry, my magic is gone. No magic tricks until it's back." Those, were the wrong words. the faeries leaped into the air in panic. They were overreacting, of couse. She rolled her eyes, and started up the stairs. She walked to her chambers, and stepped into her bedroom. Her bed was made perfectly, and nothing in the room had een touched since she was last there. (exept the bed, when a goblin-sized faerie came to make it) She wandered over to her desk, that was COVERED in papers, were she worked. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a quill, and an ink bottle. Then, she opened another drawer, and pulled out her journal. She pushed all the junk off from her desk, and onto the floor. She laid down the paper and sat down, and sucked on the end of the quill in thought. She dipped the quill into the ink bottle and started to wright:

December 14, 13:05 PM

Dear Journal;

Rememer how I don't believe in vampyres? Well, I think I'm again starting too. Araie asked me why I don't, And I had no answer. Why don't I believe in vampyres? They have to exist. I remeber when I was nine I swear I saw a vampyre, down by the railroad tracks. The next day, someone had been brutally attcked by-something. The body had been completely drained of its blood. It's really scary. Also, Jareth gave me a unicorn! I haven't seen her yet, but I'm really gratefull! How can I repay him? Anyway, I must stop, for it is much too late. Goodnight, Dear Journal. Dieja got up, and walked over to her gigantic wardrobe.She pulled out a silk nightgown, and went behind her japanese changing wall and slipped into it. Shhe yawned, and walked over to her bed. She crawled into the mound of feathery pillows and blankets and fell asleep.

Spike was having a dream. In his sleep, visons, of when he was a young vampyre, came to him: He was walking down the newly-built railroad. He was searching, searching for a victim. Then he spotted her. A girl, at about the age of sixteen, was walking along the railroad tracks. He slowly walked up to her, and greeted her, bowing with great respect.

"Madam" he said, making the girl blush.

"Hello, kind Sir." She giggled, and held out her hand. He bent low to kiss her hand, but while he was bent down, he vamped out. He stood up, and she was too scared to scream. He jumped at her, and killed the poor girl instantly. William stood up, satisfied from his kill. He sensed a movement in the bushes,and saw the outling of a girl running away a girl at about the age of nine. Willam shrugged, and ran away into the shadows, and then, Spike went back to his dream-less sleep.

Jareth trudged through the knee-high snow to the stables. The snow had stop falling for now. Before he opened the stable doors a mad whinny met his ears. Murderer's Row he thought. He opened the doors and and took a long rope from a hook. Jareth walked down to Row's stall. Inside the stall hooves could be heard pacing. He looked in the stall, there stood the half- breed. Jareth remembered when he found Row barely alive as a colt, abandoned in the road. He had taken him in and nursed him back to health (EVIL SCHOOL SUBJECT....). The half-breed took to him, until Jareth tried to ride him. It had been a terrible experience. Jareth had manageed to get on him, but one of the trainers scared the black beast and he bucked Jareth off. Every trainer and Jareth got the pointy end of Row's deadly horn. J got it right through his right hand. It left a scar that he still had today. Luckly no one was killed. But thats how he got his name, even though no killings.Ever since then Row hasn't let anyone touch him, except when his horn touched them(THAT SOUNDED REALLY WRONG...). Row had stopped his pacing and looked at Jareth, ears bent back. Jareth stood his ground. One rule about mostly any animal, never let them know about your fear. Cause if you do they smell it and take advantage of it. Araie had gone back to the library and slept by the fire, along with Gryffin. Moro and Casera had also turned in at their chambers. Jareth opened the stall door slowly, Row backed up snorting. Jareth knew he was taking an incredible risk of getting the pointy end of that deadly horn. But he didn't show his fear. The rope already had a loop in it. Row pawed the ground warningly. Jareth moved swiftly, he threw the rope and it hit home, around the half-breed's neck. Jareth moved out of the way when Row went through the door. Jareth let go of the rope, porposely. Row bucked and kicked out of his stall, trying to get the rope off, bat wings flapping wildly. Getting tired, Row stopped and stood still. Jareth took a step forward slowly and picked up the end of the rope. Row turned toward the Goblin King, pawing the ground again, ears bent back lowering his head.

Dieja woke up with a start. She sighed, and then yawned. It was really late. She sat on the edge of her bed, then stood up. She walked over to her makeup counter, (hey, she's gotta do her makeup SOMEWHERE!! she could've done it by magic, when she had it, but whatever. *shruggs*) She sat down on the Gillsly-Wood chair, (I made it up on the spot! Lemme alone!) and picked up a marble brush, and brushed her hair, for so long, Her hair looked like silk. She rested her chin on her hand, and stared into the mirrior. She thought of her thirteenth birthday, the year she went of to Beauxbatons. "Horrible Year. I had so many friends, but I never treated them right. I wish I could go back in time and change that..." she said to herself, quietly. Spike woke up. He didn't feel at all to kill. He sat up, and rubbed the side of his forehead. What was with that dream? He never gets dreams... He sighed, and walked briskly into the cool, night air. Dieja dressed into a pair of bell bottom jeans, (whatever.) and a loose- fitting blouse. She walked down to the Faerie City, and then ran the rest of the way to Jareth's stables. (god... she lives on the North Side of the Labyrinth, that has GOT to be some run...) When she reached the stables, she saw Jareth.

Jareth clicked his toungue at Murderer's Row. The half-breed's ears bent forward, but then back again, and lowered his head. He was going to charge again. He snorted. Jareth took a cauious step forward, holding the end of the rope.

Dieja saw Jareth, but not what he was doing.

"Morning Jareth." She said, at a normal level of voice.

Jareth turned toward Dieja. Row pulled the rope out of Jareth's grasp and ran toward the other side of the stables, startling the sleeping unicorns. Row turned and faced Jareth and Dieja, rearing and whinnying at the top of his lungs.

Dieja gave Row that "Woah. Spaz attack!" Look, and then, said; "Sorry, Jareth."

Jareth nodded at Dieja, and walked up toward the mad Row.

Dieja slowly walked to the wall, in where she was trapped before. "You uh, Know what your doing there, Jareth?"

"No." Jareth said simply. Row had stopped whinnying. He looked at Jareth, with a Why isn't he afraid of me? look.

Dieja was freaked out of this unicorn, but apparently NOT Jareth. The magical horse had stopped whinnying, and was now snorting, and pawing the ground. (or whatever, pawing, HOOVING...)

"Shh...Row..shh." Jareth said only about a few meters away from Row. He spread his black bat wings, trying to look menceing.

Dieja raised her eyebrow at the huge wings, and stayed as far away from the beast as possible. The last time she was with this horse it almost killed her. She bit one of her silver nails, and stared, with no intention of running away.

"The trick is to not show your fear, Dieja." Jareth said still looking at Row. The half-breed folded its wings up. Time to react, he lowered his head again. Jareth stood his ground.

Dieja nodded, then looked into Row's stable. Its was filthy!

Row then realized that this two-legged creature wasn't going to harm him. He raised his head and looked Jareth in the eye. Jareth put up a hand a foot away from Row's face. The black beast took a step forward and placed his muzzle into Jareth's hand.

Dieja watched Jareth and Row with a close eye.

Jareth smiled.It would be awhile before Row completly trusted again. But for now, Jareth produced a crystal behind his back and it floated into Murderer's Row's stall. In an instant, the stall was clean, and food was provided. Row put his head againest Jareth's chest while he stroked his neck. Row's horn came dagerously close to Jareth's throat.

Dieja walked slowly towards Jareth and Row, but kept her distance. "Just in case, you may wanta watch out there Jareth."

Row turned his red gaze toward Dieja

Dieja stared into the unicorns eyes, and tried not to be scared. But she was.

Row senseing Dieja's fear bent his ears back. Jareth didn't seem to notice, "Hold out your hand Dieja."

Dieja hesitated, then slowly held out her hand, toward Row. Her fear growing ever stronger.

Row backed up, "What is it Row?" Jareth asked. Then he turned toward Dieja. Her fear was so strong he could practically taste it. "Dieja, calm down."

Dieja gave Jareth that; "Shut Up" look.

"Come on Row. She won't hurt you." Jareth said ignoring the look Dieja had givin him. Row still had his doubts, but he decided to give the pretty two- legged a chance. His ears bent forward and he walked to Dieja.

Dieja calmed down, but was still kinda hesitant to touch the unicorn. She reached out and stroked to unicorns silky mane.

"See, told you." Jareth said giving Row an apple he had conjured. Row crunched it hungerliy.

Dieja looked at Jareth. "What time is it? When I woke up it was still dark out. Now, the sun is faintly in the sky..."

Jareth produced at pocket watch from a crystal. "5:34 am." he said leading Row towards his stall, where the half-breed fell asleep. "Want to see your unicorn?" he asked shuting the stall door.

"My Unicorn? Yes! Please!" Dieja exclaimed.

(*gasp... wheeze... need air...*)

Jareth lead Dieja down to the end stall. It seemed warmer down here.

Dieja followed Jareth, and noticed a slight change in the temperature here. Dieja flicked her hair behind her shoulders, and contiues to follow Jareth.

Jareth stopped at a stall door that had three unicorns in it. Two small brownish white babies and a purple female unicorn. One of the babies was darker than the other. "They'll grow into their colors." Jareth said as he walked into the stall and next to the purple mare. "This is Jasmine, their mother."

"She's beautiful." Dieja exclaimed, for she rarely saw anything so beautiful.

"Say hello Jasmine." Jareth said. Jasmine nodded walked next to Dieja nibbling on her hair.

"She's real friendly." Jareth said running a hand through Jasmine's mane. The darker baby unicorn went behind Jareth, and bit him on his er-...you know. "Eek!" Jareth said pulling the baby off, "curious little fellow aren't you?"

"Well, if I know Moro she'll probably choose that one, but she said to surprise her with which one. Thats why I'm letting you pick." Jareth said trying to keep away from the darker one. "The lighter one is a filly, the other is a colt."

Er... um... Dieja couln't decide. Dieja shrugged. "I guess I'll take the colt, then. Thank~you."

The darker one pranced up to Dieja, rubbing his head, which had a lump on its forhead, against Dieja's leg. Jasmine seemed satisfied with the male's choice and fell asleep. The filly walked over to Jareth who picked her up. (SIDE NOTE: THE BABY UNICORNS ARE A LOT SMALLER THAN REGULAR HORSE BABYS. THEIR WITHERS(SHOULDERS) COME UP TO UR KNEE. ALSO THEY ARE ONLY A FEW DAYS OLD)

Dieja sctratched the little unicorn behind its ears. Then, she laughed, and turned towards Jareth. "I'm getting hungry. I'm gonna go home now. And thatnk~you, once again."

Jareth nodded, "You have to leave him here till Christmas. He's still too young to leave Jasmine. But you can visit him any time." he put the filly down and closed the stall door behind them.

Dieja nodded and slipped on her coat.

Jareth and Dieja were walking to the stable doors when Murderer's Row stuck his head out his stall.

Spike walked down the street, thinking. He felt as if he was being watched. He put out his cigarette and then he vamped out. Just for scare, he didn't feel like killing anything. Suddenly, Buffy Summers, a known slayer, leaped out in front of him.

"You shouldn't smoke." She said, sarcasim in her voice. She kicked hin in the chest, knocking the astounded Spike onto the ground.

He got up, and wasn't vamped out anymore. Spike gave Buffy "the look" and ran away, trying to push the annoying taunts of the slayer out of his mind.

"Oohh... poor baby... scared of a small little MORTAL slayer?" Dieja turned her head towards Row, and didn't smile, but was warm towards him.

"Sorry Row. We have to go. I'll visit tomarrow." Jareth whispered in his ear, horn close to his throat. "Promise."

Dieja smiled, and waited for J at the door.

Jareth stroked Row's neck and left for the door.

"So, do you know what we're doing for christmas this year yet Jareth?" She coughed, and covered her mouth with her sleeve.

"Well, Moro suggusted that we just sit by the fire and sing Christmas songs.Here." he draped his coat over her.

"Thanks." Dieja thanked Jareth for the coat. "Your castle is so cold. Are you sure that's good for your goblin's health? I shouln't be interferring, but don't you?"

"They don't get sick as easily, plus they don't mind the cold." Jareth said opening the castle doors with magic.

Spike had never seen this slayer before. He sighed, and remebered the slayer he killed, years before, on the subway. He lit another cigarette, (HE SMOKES TOO MUCH!! EVIL!!) and walked down the street, only the light glow of the streetlight and the moon lighting his path. He thought more of that time, long ago. Now it was just getting to his head. WHO the hell was that girl in the bushes? Why am I even thinking of this? She'd be dead, by now.But something told Spike that she wasn't. "Oh, okay." Dieja shrugged. "And is, Moro, like, OKAY with me being with you? Cuz, like, yeah." (you know... affair... *blushes* This is embarassing...)Dieja cracked her knuckles, for no apparent reason. (*sniff... so long... I wish I wasn't stuck in the hospital from typing exaustion...*)

Jareth shrugged, "Right now she's asleep. So it doesn't matter. Now if you excuse me, I'll be in the library." and with that he disappeared.

Dieja waved goodbye at Jareth, and then a goblin walked up to her, asking if she would like anything. "Uh... no thank-you. I'm gonna go to my castle, now." Dieja laid Jareth's coat on the table and turned around to head back to her castle.

Socks followed Dieja(must.....stop.....typing.....so.....much!!!!)

Dieja walked along the edge of the Labyrinth, when she came accross Hoggle, about to pick up a faerie-sprayer thing. She frowned, and hid in the bushes.

Socks meowed loudly at Dieja.

Dieja jumped, cutting herself on her arm on one of the thorns. She wispered, quietly to Socks: "Shh... be quiet! Hush!"

The cat looked up at Dieja, then he trotted away. Then something large and white attacked Hoggle.

Dieja looked at the large thing attacking Hoggle, and stood up, freaked.

Moro had told Socks to follow Dieja after Jareth disappeared. And found Hoggle spraying Faries. Moro bared her teeth at the dwarf. "What did Jareth tell you Hoggle?! Knock it off, or I'll tear you up."

Hoggle sputtered out; "Hoggle not spraying no faeries! No sir!" (okay... that was a sad attept at Hoggle...)

"Then why do you have a spray can?" Moro said.

"Hoggle was just... uh... getting rid of it you see! Yeah, getting rid of spray can Hoggle was!" Dieja walked over to Moro nad Hoggle, and glared at him.

"Sure you were" said Moro moving away from Hoggle. "I'll let you off one last time Hogwart. Next time, head first in the Bog of Eternal Stench. If it hasn't frozen over by then."

Hoggle grabbed onto Moro's lag. "No! Mada'm! Not the eternal stench!"

Jareth then appeared, "What the bloody hell is-" then he saw Hoggle on Moro's leg.

"Oy, Jareth! Sir!" He let go of Moro instanly.

Jareth gritted his teeth, his gloved hands balled into fits. While Moro...she was disinfecting her leg.

Dieja was just standing there, watching Moro disinfect her leg. She raised an eyebrow at the strange scene in front of her, then ran to the one hurt faerie that Hoggle had hurt.

Then Jareth exploded. He yelled, sweared and insulted Hoggle until he was hoarse.

Dieja looked over at Jareth, who was exploding. "Woah... never seen Jareth so pissed..."

"NOW JUST-JUST GET OUT MY SIGHT HOGBUTT!" Jareth yelled. "If you think he is pissed now, then you should have seen him when the Weasley twins pulled a 'harmless' prank on him at Hogwarts. He passed out he was in a such a rage." Moro whispered to Dieja

"Ooohhh..." Dieja giggled. He was so pissed it was funny.

Hoggle stuttered; "Y-Yes sir, right away, sir!"

"Bad day at the office dear?" Moro said "Geez....sometimes I wonder why I put up with that dwarf!" Jareth said

Dieja burst out laughing. (*gasp*... *wheeze*...) "I don't see whats so funny Dieja." Jareth said leaning against a large boulder.

"You don't? My God... You should see your face when you get mad... (sorry, I'm jus doing this one thing for Moro!) Moro started laughing also.

Jareth rolled his eyes and disappeared.

Dieja nodded farewell to Moro and started again back to her palace.

Moro also disappeared.(*gasp*......*wheeze*)

Once Dieja reached her palace, she sat down on her throne, and thought. Suddenly, Cylinnia ran up to her with a pile of books. Dieja thanked Cylinnia, as the goblin-sized faerie ran off.Dieja opened up the 1st book, which was titled Dieja, The Faerie Queen. Hey, I don't remeber authorizing any books on me! Dieja thought, eyebrow raised. She read the first page;
Quote:

Dieja, the Faerie queen, was not always immortal. In 1845, when she was
twelve, she called for Jareth, the Goblin King, to come and take her
away. Dieja raised her eyebrow at the next sentence; Dieja died, at the age of sixteen, She got lost in The Goblin King's Labyrinth, and was never seen again, until her body was found, in a ditch.i] (I know! demented!)

That pissed Dieja off. She slammed the book shut, and threw it to the ground."That was weird." Dieja said to herself, opening the next book.

Dieja was born on March 2nd, 1845. She was constanlt fantasising about the Labyrinth and the Goblin King, Jareth.

"COME BACK HERE WITH THAT!!!!!!!" Jareth yelled at Araie who had stolen one of Jareth's boots. Now the Goblin King was chasing him around the castle.

Her family mistreated her, and apparently didn't care for her at all. She had absoloutley no bosom companions. She hated her life, and was always wishing to leave. One night, when she was twelve years of age, Dieja fell and broke her arm, with noone there to help her. She cried, and begged for the Goblin King to come take her away. He did, and... Dieja was innterupted by a faerie asking where her friend was.

"Juniper, I'm Afraid Herishaya was hurt by that horrible dwarf, Hoggle. She's at her home in the city, why don't you go see her?"

The faerie started to cry, and flew off.

Jareth ran down a hall and waited at the corner. Sure enough, Araie came tearing around the bend. Jareth jumped and caught him. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed. But Araie wormed out of it and said over his shoulder to Jareth, "No, you don't!"

Dieja flipped through the whole entire book, unable to find anything. Dieja rolled her eyes. In none of the books, was she able to find anything on how she became the queen. "Better cunsult plan B."

she muttered.

Araie had run into a random chamber in the lower halls. It was a storage chamber. Cobwebs and dust coated everything. Even the floor. Tons of stuff was down here. Chairs, pictures, and lots of other odds and ends. But what caught the Borren's eye was a carpet. It was just laying on the floor. Curious, he moved it aside. A trap door! He took the ring to open it with in his mouth and lifted it. It was pitch black. so he wiped a clear spot on the window. the light shown into the hole. Araie looked down into it. And what he saw made his jaw drop. His eyes widened. He backed away from it, boot still in his mouth, torn out of there faster then lightning.

Dieja got up, and asked her biggest faerie, Gormez, to carry her to Jareth's castle. He did as he was asked, and soon enough, Dieja was In the throne room of Jareth.

Jareth was sitting in his throne. He got tired of chasing Araie. Suddenly the Borren rushed in knocking over a lot of goblins Jareth caught him by the scruff. "Bout time-" but was cut off when he saw Araie's face. "Whats wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost." suddenly Dieja appeared.

"Hi... I think this is a bad time..." Dieja turned to leave.

"No, stay. What is is Araie?" Jareth said taking his boot out of Araie's mouth and putting it on. Araie was shaking like mad, "I-I'll show you." Araie said trotting back the way he came. Jareth followed.

Dieja sat down on a bench, and right next to her was a straw, coveed in gobin spit.

"Eww... gobin spitballs... gross..."

Jareth turned to Dieja, "You coming?"