Spike looked at Moro. "Sorry. So, Tell me about this Gebon, he killed an elf... and he was... banished?" Spike was tempted to light a ciggarette. Dieja walked down the long staircase leading to the throne room. Once she reached the turn, she could hear voices clearly. One voice was of Jareth's, The other voice belonged to Moro, and the last voice, which belonged to Spike, she did not know of. She walked down the remainder of the staircase, and saw Jareth sitting in his throne with one leg on the armrest, Moro was in her wolf form, and a man, no older than 27 looking, was leaning against the wall. He had whitish-blonde hair, and this man was VERY pale, but VERY cute. He wore a blood-red shirt, and on top of it was a leather jacket. He also had black pants on.

"Good Morning, Jareth, Moro!" She said, nodding to them.

Jareth, Moro, and Spike's heads turned to Dieja. "Morning Dieja" Jareth said."Oh Dieja this is Spike, Spike this is Dieja."

Dieja looked at Spike.

"Hello."

"Hey." Spike replied.

Gebon looked at the black half-breed with cold icy blue eyes. Murderer's Row kicked out with his hind legs. "Yes, you remember me, don't you?" Gebon said opening the stall door. Row's eyes glowed blood red and he charged at the vampyre.

"Gebon was banished from here for killing an elf. The sentence would have been death, but he is pracitically immortal, and we couldn't place him in the sun, because sunlight doesn't hurt vampyres here." Jareth said to Spike.

Spike turned his attention away from the woman standing on the staircase.

"Really... and he seem SO polite." Spike rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, but can I have a smoke outside? I can't stand it anymore..."

"Who said you couldn't smoke?" Jareth said.

"Well... Her..." Spike pointed to Moro.

Moro gave a toothy wolf grin at Jareth. "Go on, go outside Spike. Remind me later to duck tape your mouth shut Moro."

Spike walked outside, and cringed at the sun. He quickly walked into the shadows, and lit a ciggarette. (Woah... never seen the sun in over a hundred years... creepy...)

Moro followed Spike. She sat a fair distance from him, just in case he got hungry. Then her sharp ears caught the whinny of a raging unicorn from the stables. She bark-howled at Jareth to get his attention.

Spike heard the whinny of the unicorn also. He just ignored it, though.

"What is it?" Jareth said appearing beside Spike, scaring him half to death.

Spike was startled, almost back to life. (Oh ha. ha.) "Bloody hell! you scared me!"

"Sorry, get used to it." Jareth said. "Something is up at the stables Jareth." Moro said. "Come on. You coming Spike?" Jareth said running through the knee high snow to the stables.

"Uh... sure." Spike followed Jareth and Moro, ingnoring the sun, he still hated it.

(That's so weird... I'm starting to not like going into the sun either... and I have a weird love for the color red...)

Jareth was about to open the doors when he heard a voice and a high pitched whinny from inside. "Move it beast!" said the voice.

Spike stood next to the outside stable walls, and heard Gebon's voice from inside.

Jareth threw the stable doors open, catching Gebon by surpise. "Get the bloody hell of here!!!" Jareth roared to the vampyre. Murderer's Row was laying on the ground silver stuff on his body.(unicorn blood). "As you wish." and with that Gebon dissappeared.

"What a bloody idiot." Spike muttered under his breath. (*Gasp... wheeze...*)

Jareth ran to Row's side. "Good, he's still alive." he said. The black half- breed looked at Jareth with hurt eyes. Jareth then hauled Row to his stall, bandaged his wounds and put fresh food and hay in. They then headed back to the castle. Heading toward the dinning hall. They all sat down Jareth filling Spike in on Row, Gebon, and other things.

"Oh." Is all Spike said. Dieja sat, across from Spike, but stayed silent from him. (Okay, Uh... The thing doesn't happen like, now though) Spike tried to start a conversation.

"So, uh... how did you two meet?" reffering to Jareth and Moro.

Moro burst out laughing, "Long and funny story. Loki and I were at a school dance, when a crowd of girls surrounded two boys, Draco and Jareth. We took them home and talked to them....Loki didn't like Jareth from the start, other way around too. Anyway She ended up duck taping J to a chair, and lots of other stuff happened. Too long to tell you." she finished, kissing Jareth lightly on the cheek.

Spike laughed. "Oh yeah. Funny." Dieja remained silent. She sensed something about this man, (She doesn't know about his vampyrism) like she'd met him somewhere before. Where have I seen this man before? Not here in tthe Underground, of course... most of her hated him, with her life, but, a part of her, loved his presence.

Moro turned to Spike, "So, tell us about yourself Spike."

"Well, Uh, I'm 127... erm... I'm William the Bloody... what is there for me to really tell?" Spike replied Moro.

"Like, um, like your past, how you became a vampyre. You know stuff like that." Moro said siping her peach juice.

Dieja silently ate her strawberries and cream, while Spike talked.

"bloody hell... well, um, I was a poet, over a hundred years ago, and well, I don't really remember who made me a vampyre."

Dieja jumped at the mention of Spike being a vampyre. She spoke, for the first time since the early morning.

"Your a VAMPYRE?" Dieja was amazed.

Loki and Draco walked off the balcony and put Ana in her cradle. "hey where is everybody?" Loki said "it feels like we've been out on that balcony for ever!" (i wonder why that is!) Loi was running down the corrider looking for the Goblin King. she told Draco that she had things to do. (what room r u guyz in?) Loki kicked the dining room doors open. "Moro where the hell is Jareth!" Loki said fiercly.

"Right here Loki," Jareth said "what is it?"

Loki walked right up to Jareth and punched him right in the face.hard

Row was munching oats when he sensed something wrong. He bolted out of his stall and to the castle. The black half-breed took to the sky, bat-like wings beating powerfully.

Loki glared at him. her hands balled into fists.

Spike watched the woman punch Jareth.

Moro ran and pushed Loki to the ground, "Loki Firey! that was uncalled for!" Moro went to Jareth's side to see if he was ok.

Gryffin was walking toward his chambers when he heard a rachet going on in the Dinning hall. He headded there.

"No it wasn't Moro Shapeshifter" Loki yelled jumping to her feet and waving her hand at Moro. She froze. anger in her eyes.

Row ran into the catle and to the dinning hall

"What did I do to you THIS time Loki?" Jareth said making Moro unfreeze.

"Jareth! i saw what you did to Alex!" Loki yelled punching him in the chest.

Dieja stood up, and walked out of the room, not wanting to be there anymore, while Spike just kinda made that "Woah..." face.

Jareth backed away from the angery Loki, "I apologized and she fogave me Loki! I think you are tryng to get vengece on Anastasia, who I killed on accident!!" At that moment Row burst in and charged at Loki(she doesn't know who he is)

Loki looked at the horse with wide eyes and jumped. she hung from the shanalere(sp?) she swung for a second then jump and kicked Jareth in the chest. "i told you never to hurt her or Ana ever again! and you broke your word!" (i know that Loki probally couldn't do that but whatever...)

Jareth felw to the other side of the room hitting it with a thud. Row went over to him, back kicking at loki. Jareth got up and jumped on Murderer's Row's back.

Loki ran to the window and whisled. in flew a large black wolf with large black feathary wings.Loki hopped on its back and she unfolded her own black wings.

Row pawed the ground, "I was out of control Loki!" Jareth yelled at her. Row then reared, and let out an ear pireceing whinny-scream at the sight of the winged-wolf.

"WAS!" Loki yelled back. Her wolf roared a dangerous roar. Loki stared into the goblin kings mismached eyes. not with love like Moro does. her eyes were ful of hate and anger. maybe she was just doing this out of rage on finding out that Jareth had killed Ana to start with but she was also going to risk all the things had fought for becuz of the way he treats Alex

Dieja coudn't stand this fight anymore. Dieja ran in, and stood right behind Loki on her dog, a few meters away, of course, (EEWW!! LIKE I WUOLD STAND THAT CLOSE TO A DOG BUTT!)

"SO BE IT!!!!!" Jareth bellowed at the 'angel'. With that Row jumped out the window and took to the sky, mastering it. Row screamed in challenge at the wolf. Jareth held on to the half-breed's long mane, and with the other hand created a crystal that turned into a brillent sword.

Gryffin ran to an open window and soared out. Roaring and spurting black flames.

Alex heard a loud riot in the Dining Hall, and outside. She ran down throught the Throne Room, and ran into the Dining Hall.

Loki stared after the goblin king. she pulled a spear with a iron blade on the end. her and her wolf took off into the sky. she looked at her opponent who held tightly to the half-breeds mane. she on the other had did not cling to her wolf at all. she was ready for battle. she knew that Jareth could not be killed while he had the dragons heart in him but she could do great damage to the goblin king.

Alex ran to a window, and saw Loki and Jareth in the sky. She yelled, "STOP!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?"

Jareth got an idea. He made Row go up higher, and the black beast obeyed.

Loki looked up at the goblin king. he was trying to lure her into a trap.

'Come on she has to follow' Jareth thought, plan B next. He whispered something in Goblin in Row's ear. Row nodded, understanding and went up higher.

Loki glared up at the asshole on the horse. Loki decided that she better follow the Goblin King before he pissed in his pants waiting.

Jareth grinned as Loki followed. On cue, Row turned to a sharp dive to the snowy ground.

Loki watched as the horse dive. Draco watched from the balcony. He didn't really want to get involved. They had to sort this out themselves. "Come on Loki, Come on Jareth." he said not knowing who he wanted to win.

Jareth pulled Row out of the dive. Enough was enough. The King made Row go back up to where loki was.(I WAS TRYING TO DO THE WRONSKI FAINT(FROM HP)

"Jareth you're an a6s6s6h6o6l6e!!" Loki yelled at the Goblin King.

He was furious, "Thats the LAST straw Loki Firey!!!!!!" Jareth then conjured a crystal and threw it at The Angel of Death.

Loki looked at the glass ball (CAT: SOME EXTREMLY NASTY VISIONS COME TO MIND........) zooming at her. She moved slightly to the left.

The crystal followed and hit her winged-wolf, Moloch.

Her wolf roared in pain. "Moloch!! No!!!!" Loki yelled. Loki glared up at Jareth. "So it begins." Loki said under her breath. She pulled out her spear. Her IRON spear. She threw it. It hit Jareth in the chest.

Gryffin was flying to the balcony to where the others were, when a terrible sharp pain racked in his chest. The dragon let out an ear shattering scream- roar, spurting black and red flames, the great dragon fell to the snowy ground. Jareth yelled in intense pain as the spear struck him in the chest, almost looseing his grip on Row's mane.

Loki watched Gryffin fall and Jareth yelling in pain. "Shit! Why did the spear have to hit him in the chest....poor Gryffin."

Gryffin let out a deep rumbling growl from his throat. He got up on all fours, as best he could, and limped to where the 2 shadows of Moloch and Row were and collaped into unconious.\ Jareth pulled the spear out of his chest and it fell point down in the snow. Blood covered the Goblin King's once white poet's shirt.

Loki grinned and snapped her fingers and the spear flew into her hand. "Feeling a little pain Jareth?" she grinned.

Jareth growled a lot of swears in Goblin. Then he remembered that whatever pain he feels Gryffin feels too. The Goblin King created another crystal and hurled it in Loki's direction hitting her in the stomach. Moro was being held back by Draco, she knew Loki and Jareth would have to settle this alone and that Jareth couldn't die because of the dragon heart beating in his chest. But both Gryffin who was laying unconious underneath the battle and Jareth who looked p8i8s8s8e8d and worn out, were both hurt as badly as the other. Gebon watched the fight carefully. If Jareth lost then the vampyres could rule the underground. What the vampyre Gebon did not know was that Jareth couldn't die unless Gryffin died first.

Dieja was upset, she didn't know why, but she was. SHe didn't care about the fight that was currently on, as she walked up into her chambers, shut the door, and stood in the middle of the floor. "Ugh." She tried to produce a

fire~crystal, in hopes that her magic had yet come back. She thought of Spike, the vampyre. A vampyre. And she didn't believe in them. Until now, of course. She laid herself down on her purple-satin sheets, (on her bed dummy) and fell asleep, in hopes that her anger would fade. (she isn't under the covers)

MEANWHILE :

Spike was in his new chambers, that a goblin had led him to. It wasn't as big as most of the rooms, but still, Spike liked it. Probably because it was quite gothic, and had no windows. Even though the sunlight here in the Underground couldn't hurt him, he still hated the sunlight. Spike sat down on his bed, and buried his face in his hands. He would vamp out, soon. He had no control of what he did when he was vamped out. He didn't want to, but, it was too late. He was already up, and walking around the castle. He passed Dieja's door, and, for no reason at all, opened the door, and walked in. Spike saw Dieja sleeping silently on her bed, and a few candles here and there were glowing softly, casting an eerie glow around the room. Spike stared at Dieja, and walked over to her sleeping self, without a sound. He looked down at her neck, highly tempted. It wouldn't do harm... he thought. But, mabey he shouldn't... whoops. To late. He was already vamped out. He leaned down, and bit into her bloodstream, and didn't take much. He sat up, and "un vamped out."

Dieja stirred, but remained asleep as William the Bloody walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. (Okay... g7a7y7e7s7t ((remove 7's)) post of the century... whatever.) Dieja's eyes fluttered open, and she felt a stinging pain in her neck. She put her hand to it, and pulled it back, and looked at it. Blood. It was mostly healed, though the mark would never go away. She forgot completly of the fight with Jareth and Loki, and tied a silvery scarf around her neck, covering the wound.

"ENOUGH!" Moro yelled, she couldn't stand it any longer. Row landed. Moro turned into a hawk and flew down to the injured Jareth and Gryffin(still unconious). Loki was lead to her chambers by Draco. "Jareth? Say something!" Moro said landing next to Murderer's Row, morphing back and taking Jareth off the half-breed's back.

Alex looked down through the window, down at Moro, with Jareth. Alex looked really scared at the sight of the blood.

"I'll live." Jareth said simply, then he noticed Gryffin. Lying there. Gryffin stirred. The great dragon opened his green and yellow eyes.

Dieja kind of stumbled as she walked down to the throne room. Spike looked down from the dining halls balcony, and jumped down. He landed on his feet, and looked at the wounded dragon and Goblin King. (he's a vampyre! I don't care how high up it was! His bones can't break!)

"Damn!" Gebon said quietly. "The Goblin King is still alive." he then got an idea. He picked up a pebble and threw it hard at Row's rump. The Black beast reared, whinnyed, and took off, head lowered for a point, chasing Spike, thinking it was him.

Spike's eyes widened, as the black beast ran towards him. (Why is Gryffin mad at Jareth?)

"No Row!!" Jareth bellowed, but too late, Murderer's Row got the pointy end of his horn into Spike's back.

Blood poured from Spikes mouth. He had been stabbed in the stomach before, but not like that. Pain ran all through his body, and he didn't say anything, as he suffered.

Relizing his mistake too late Row backed up and Spike fell, for what looked like in slow motion. The half unicorn nudged Spike gentley with his muzzle.

Spike lay on the ground, pian ringing through his body, still, not saying anything.

Jareth turned away from the grusome sight. Moro did the same. Row let out a soft whinny and lay beside the injured Spike, wing around him, he had never killed before.

Spike felt his wound healing, but, still, he would have a scar there forever. He stood up, slowly and silently.

Row nuzzled Spike's hand affectionatly. "He seems to have taken to you Spike. " Jareth said standing with help from Moro.