Spike gave a short smile, for he still hurt, but not as much. "Well... that just completes the day, doesn't it?" He grunted, as the rest of his pain dissapeared. "Never been stabbe like that before..."

Jareth grinned, "Well, Spike I have to be off. If you want to you can put Mrderer's Row in his stall for me." and with that he and Moro disappeared. Gryffin had also disappeard, leaving the vampyre and the unicorn alone.

Spike looked at the unicorn, and led him to his stall. He closed the stall door, and looked into the unicorn's eyes.

MEANWHILE: Dieja was a little light-headed, as she leaned against a wall in the throne room, and sank to the floor.

Gebon had gone back in the stables cursing and fuming. He had meant for the beast to finish the arrogant Goblin King off. Instead he gets the rookie vampyre.

Spike looked at Gebon, and frowned. He now had a deep hate for this one vampyre. Spike growled and looked back at the black unicorn named Murderer's Row.

"Oh hello Spike." Gebon said leaning against a wall. Row backed into his stall, ears bent back and red eyes frightned. "Why growl at me?"

Spike rolled his eyes, and stroked the unicorns mane. Without glancing at Gebon, he said, simply. "Weren't you banished from here?"

Row was calmed slightly by Spike stroking his mane. Gebon looked surpised that the beast wasn't attacking the vampyre. Looking at Spike he said, "Who told you that?"

"Who else would? Jareth." Spike sneered, continuing to stroke the unicorn gently. The sun outside, was setting.

"So, you've met Mr. Tighty Whitey eh?" Gebon said(SORRY JARETH!!!!! I'M TRYING TO MAKE GEBON AS MEAN AS POSSIBLE...IN REAL LIFE I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH U WEARING SPANDEX...)

Spike frowned, still not looking at the vampyre. The sun was now completly under the horizon, and the stars were starting to come out.

"Well Spike buddy I have to go. But we'll see each other again real soon." Gebon said clapping Spike on the back and dissappearing.

Spike looked at the spot where Gebon once was, and then walked up to the castle, looking for Jareth. (aawww... salem's curled up in the couch... that's so adorable! ^-^)

Dieja was now standing up, but still in the throne room, thinking. About what? How Spike had bit her, and how much she hated him. But, she couldn't help feeling a longing for his presence...

Row whinnyed at Spike to come back. Everytime someone left him he always got hurt.

Spike heard the unicorn whinnying for him, and promised the unicorn he would come back, very soon.

Row understood and went ot the back of his large stall and fell asleep. Somewhere in the stables a loud and strong neigh was heard.

Spike turned, and ran back to the stables, to see what was wrong.

There stood a magnificent white unicorn. Long silky mane and tail, deep saffire blue eyes, crystal hooves and horn, and bulgding musles. Artek. (SPIKE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS)The unicorn gazed into Spike's eyes as though seaching for his soul.

William the Bloody was transfixed by the unicorn, and couldn't tear his eyes away, though he wanted to, very much.

The unicorn broke the gaze and ran through the stable doors, into the snow, and out of sight.

Spike watched to unicorn tear out of the stables, then he ran up to the castle, ran inside, and looked for Jareth.

Jareth was up and about. Moro had spent awhile trying to get the bandages to stick. The goblin King was wearing what he was be4 except no blood stains. He was about to check if Spike had come back when he saw the vampyre in the throne room.

Spike turned and faced Jareth. "Okay... I have two bloody problems; One, Gebon returned once again, and two, A white unicorn just took off."

"Gebon won't come back for awhile. I just saw to that and my white unicorn, Artek, is allowed to run free. He doesn't like confinement. Beautiful thing isn't he?" Jareth said sitting in his throne. He conjured a crystal that he dropped on the ground and turned into a chair. "Sit down Spike. Looks as if you've just seen a ghost."

Spike took of his leather jacket, and sat down. Spike looked at the Goblin King, and thought of that blonde-haired woman... the woman he vamped out on... Dieja, her name was...

"Let me guess, you got a look in Artek's eyes? eh?" Jareth said

Spike stared at Jareth for a momnet, the replied; "Uh... yeah... does Artek do that to everyone?"

"Unicorn eyes are full of different things Spike. In Artek, he looks into your very heart and soul, if you have one. You see love, passion, courage, and bravery. But in Murderer's Row's eyes, you see fear, rejection, exile, helplessness, and hate. To put it in a simpler way: Good and Bad. Except Row wasn't bad from the begining. Al those things you see in his eyes were demonstrated on him." Jareth finished.

"nice speech." Spike said, impressed. "And, I only have enough of a soul to love someone." (okay... get Jareth to send a goblin, to get Dieja...)

"Well enough of me speaking, if you need anything ask one of my goblins. I have to go check on Gryffin." Jareth leaving to Gryffin's chambers.

"Al'ight." Spike nodded to Jareth as he left. Spike stood up, and walked to his gothic chambers. Spike sat down on his black-sheeted bed, and stared at the single falme, on a white candle. Then, his sensitve vampyre ears picked up on someone moving towards Spike's chambers, and, sure enough, Dieja walked in, with a white scarf tied around her neck. Her cheeks were a soft rosey color, but she wasn't smiling. She moved slowly, and fixed her eyes, right into the vampyres.

"Hey." Spike greeted, finally breaking the silence.

"Hello." Dieja replied, staring still at Spike, just not as intently as before.

"Something the matter?"

"Did you harm me while I was sleeping?" Dieja asked, now looking down at the floor.

"Why, If I did, what would you do?"

"Well, there isn't much I could do."

"Yes, yes I did."

"Why?"

Spike shrugged.

"WHY."

"I'm a vampyre, what do you expect?"

"I never belived in vampyres, ever since I came to the Underground, that is."

Spike looked at Dieja curiously. Dieja contiued; "I never thought... that a vampyre, would ever come to the Underground, not after Gebon.

"Well, I'm here now. Yes, your regualr William the Bloody, at your service."

Dieja turned to leave.

"Where you going?"

"Out. Come with me." Spike shrugged and followed Dieja.

Casera had been in her chambers crying. She hated fights, espiecally(sp?)when her uncle got involved. He was the only one who cared about her ever since her mother was killed by a vampyre named Gebon. And her father couldn't care less for poor Casera. 'Stop this Casera' she told herself. 'You are old enough to deal with this.' Then she thought of something terrible, 'What if Uncle Jareth doesn't truley care about me? And he's just pretending that he does until that vampyre, Gebon, comes and gets me?' but another voice inside her said: 'He is sometimes cruel but family and friends he never jokes about.' Casera was settled with that answer. She wiped away her tears, put on a heavy coat, and left for the stables. Jareth walked to Gryffin's chambers. "Come in Jareth." Gryffin said senseing he was out there. The Goblin King quietly opened the doors. Gryffin was laying on his belly on the bed, head facing the window. The room was designed for a dragon. The bed was large, with no drapings on it, the silk sheets were a blue-green color. The wood on it had dragon carvings on it. In fact everything had something to do with a dragon. Jareth silently called it 'The Dragon Chamber'. "You feeling any better?" Jareth asked. "Why do you and Loki always fight?" was Gryffin's answer. Jareth sighed, "I don't know. She still has something against me-" "Anastasia" Gryffin said cutting him off.

Dieja walked out into the cool, brisk, night air. Spike followed close behing. She walked down the long steps of the castle entrance, and walked quickly through the Goblin City. She kept on walking, out of a side entrance to the Gobling City, to avoid the Garbage Pit and those awful Garbage People.

"What?" said Jareth. "Anastasia. Loki still doen't forgive you for killing her." Gryffin said. "But I didn't kill, or murder, or anything. In a way she made the choice of dieing." Jareth answered, walking to the window over looking his Labyrinth.

Dieja contiued to walk, very fast, so spike had to struggle to keep up without running. Dieja walked into the Labyrinth, and, while Spike was looking around, she walked away, leaving him in the Labyrinth. She knew how to solve the Labyrinth, so she couldn't get lost.

Araie was walking through the Labyrinth when he saw a blone gothic-like man looking a bit lost.(Spike and Araie havn't met yet)

Spike turned and saw the wolf, and greeted him with a nod of his head.

"Hello." said Araie simply. "You lost or something-er what's your name?"

"Erm, I'm William, and I, yes. I am lost."

"Well, my name is Araie. What is your destination Willam?" the Borren said sitting.

"Actually, I just came from the castle, but this blonde woman... Dieja, I think her name is, pulled me out here, and then just left."

Araie laughed, "Dieja eh? Well, follow me." and he caught her scent and followed it.

Dieja saighed as she walked back to the castle. She was sick of not having her magic anymore. She was going to ask Jareth if he could help her, in any way, to get her magic back now, or sooner.

Jareth was tired. So he left Gryffin and went to his chambers.(lame.....)

Loki petted Moloch (her winged-wolf) softly. she climbed on his back and took of. she soar past thge castle. stone windows flashing by her. she Moloch stopped at the window of the room Jareth was in she stared at him.

Jareth removed his shirt(yummy!)that had a bandage from the spear wound on it, took off his boots and climbed into bed.

Moloch bared his teeth at the goblin king. Moloch remembered him from his past. how could he ever forget that cold heart.

Jareth turned over, facing the window. He practically fell out of bed when he saw Loki and Moloch. Loki glared at him (gasp.....wheeze.....) "What is it Loki? I'm trying to sleep." Jareth said agitated "i can tell" Loki said coldly. She scratched Molochs head. "you should really keep your windows locked" she said pushing his window open. Jareth rolled his eyes and stood up beside the bed. "I'm not in the mood Loki. Go away. Don't you have a baby to look after?" Dieja changed her mind, and decided to go to bed, instead. She didn't feel like walking all the way back to her castle. Loki glared coldly at him. "i bet you would know all about that wouldn't you". Loki opened the window more so she and Moloch could come in. "For the last time Loki. It wasn't my choice or fault Ana died." Jareth said creating a crystal behind his back, just in case.(DOES LOKI HAVE HER SPEAR THING?) Loki pulled her iron spear. "i never said it was your fault...but you could have safed her" LOki said slowly. "You're right for once Loki. I could have saved her. Just like Moro could have saved her sister and parents." The Goblin King said. "Moro could have but she was still young. you weren't" Loki said glaring at her. Moloch layed down on the floor. Loki layed down nexted to Moloch Jareth shook his head, "No Loki, age has nothing to do with it." "what would you know about it, your almost 245 years old, or something" Loki said feeling Moloch soft fur Jareth seemed to find what Loki said amusing, "Actually, 648." Loki rolled her eyes "what ever" Spike looked around as he followed Araie. Araie lead Spike to Dieja. Lokli looked at Moloch. he was baring his teeth and growling at JAreth. Jareth raised an eyebrow at Moloch. "What?" "he remembers you" Loki said turning her head to look at JAreth "from very far back" Jareth looked into Moloch's eyes.(*gasp*...*wheeze*) "he remembers the time he saw you in the forest a long time ago" Loki said looking at Jareth "stop eyeing eachother like that!" Jareth broke the eye contact and thought, "Oh yes!"(..enlighten me on what j did to Moloch plez(that sounded EXTREMLY wrong!!!...ew..just ew.)) "he remembers that summer day when a very young Moloch was caught in a hunting trap, his small leg was bleeding freely. he told me that he saw you. you walked up and stared at him for a moment then walked away" Loki said glareing at Jareth with eyes full of hate "don't deny it, i know it happened" (she really does becuz she an Angel. Angels know every thing about people or animals past) "you left him to die....you monster" Lolki said slowly Jareth rolled his cold mismatched eyes, "What? The mutt couldn't free himself? Its called nature Loki." "what do you mean mutt! he has a purer soul than you do! Nature is one of the most powerful forces in this world but at a young age Moloch wasn't strong enough to free himself!" LOki said standing up and pulling her iron spear. "You really want kill me? Go ahead give it your best shot. Gryffin will be feeling everything I do. Cause him suffering again. And what about Moro? Have you thought of her? Or are thinking only of yourself, 'Angel'?" Jareth said pulling out a crystal that had red smoke in it.(A REMEMBERALL!!!...HAHAHA! UM NO...) Loki closed her eyes than charged at Jareth (u know when San attack Lady Eboshi? and shes charging at her yelling? its just like that) Jareth threw the crystal to the ground, causing it to explode into red smoke making Loki and Moloch cough. Jareth went to the open window and whisled.

Row was munching oats when he heard his master's call. He answered by escaping the stables and taking to the air. "ah Jareth a clever trick" LOki said jumping on to Moloch back "but not clever enough!" Jareth grinned at Loki and jumped out the window and onto Row's back. A cold breeze blew past the Goblin King chilling him to the bone.(he's not wereing a shirt...chilly) But he ignored it, snaping his fingers he was dressed in black poet's shirt with a black vest, black boots and dark grey tights. Loki grinned evilly and snapped her fingers also. she was now wearing a grey shirt and a black skirt. she had sort of a black wolf fur cape (like San has)and a red mask with black marking covered her face. Row snorted at Moloch. Jareth then made a sword appear in his right hand while his left held onto Row's mane. Moloch roared in reponse. Loki held up her spear waiting.waiting for Jareth to make the first move.

Dracoo walked on to the balcony and saw LOki and Jareth preparing for a fight. his breathe caught in his throat. "No Loki!" Loki looked at her opponent. he was weak. he was afraid of falling. he had to cling to his stead. LOki sat not holding on at the slightest