AN: Well here is the next chapter, I have now reached the end of what I have written, from here on in it is NEW to me and you, eeps!! Please let me know what you think, feedback really does help me bunches. Thanks so much for all the great feed back so far

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"Well William my boy, you did better than I ever imagined you would." William beamed with pride at his accomplishment.

"Thank you sir. It wasn't a piece of cake, though, that's for sure."

Jareth chuckled, "No my boy, never a piece of cake. I should like to reward you in some way, aside from your request to return to the Aboveground. Wasted as you will be up there, I could teach you so much here..." Jareth pulled another crystal out of the air and handed it to William.

"Sir?"

"Any time you need me, just wish." Before William could ask another question, he found himself in front of a large oak door, clutching the crystal. He raised his hand and knocked.

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Jareth stared back into the intensity that radiated from Spike's eyes. He opened his mouth to speak one word, a question, one that encompassed all he needed and wanted to know.

"How?"

Sarah felt like the stage had been ripped out from underneath her. She had been expecting some sort of drama between herself and Jareth, not him and Buffy's boy--she mentally corrected herself, between Jareth and Spike.

"Spike you know this guy," Buffy stated, more than asked.

"Yeah pet, I do." There was a pregnant pause before Spike continued Jareth looked expectantly at Spike, as did Sarah and Buffy. Spike cleared his throat he paced the throne room his hands shoved into the pockets of his duster. "It started when I was a boy, I was about eight I guess."

"Seven actually," Jareth corrected.

"Right, well, you can't expect me to get all the details right. Like I said, I was a boy. I had an older brother and an older sister I was the youngest. My brother had somehow gotten himself mixed up with the wrong people, or demons actually, vampires to be precise. He owed them a lot of money; he was very bad at cards. Well these blokes didn't take too keenly to him owing all this money, so they came to collect. 'Course he didn't have the money, but he had given them an open invitation to the house. I was in the back bedroom with Penny, my sister, when we heard all of the noise. My mother was screaming and my brother and father were yelling furniture was being broken along with other things. My sister went out to look at what was happening, she came back and closed the door. Then she hugged my close and told me I couldn't stay, she wished me away. The next thing I knew I was here. But since there was no one," Buffy heard Spike's voice hitch, it was almost undetectable, but she heard and continued to listen to his story," to solve the Labyrinth for me, I was given a choice."

"Stay, and obey me...."

"Or solve the Labyrinth myself and return home, I chose to solve it myself. And I did."

"With very little help, I might add," Jareth looked pointedly at Sarah. Then he shifted his gaze to Spike and waited for the rest of his story.

By this time the sun was well over the horizon and Spike's uneasiness was increasing, his pacing became more agitated, but was confined to a smaller area, because of then sun-light illuminating much of the room. He hugged his duster closer before he continued.

"I lived with my Grandmother when I returned, she was a tough ol' bird. Then I earned my name, 'William the Bloody,' for my bloody awful poetry. Some reason the dreamer in me would never die. Even when I was turned I felt different, like I had somehow kept part of me that shouldn't still be in a living corpse. I tried my best to ignore it, to ignore me but Dru always brought it out. Made it hard to be the baddest of the bad, but I got over that. Then we were put in the trunk and wished ourselves here, I guess." Spike finished his emotional speech, his back facing the room.

"Come into the light, William."

"I can't." Spike turned around, an anguished look was on his face.

"Why not?"

"I'm one of them now, don't you see. I was bitten, brought over, I live off of blood now!"

Jareth stepped forward, so that the sunshine radiated around him. Sarah's breath caught in her throat, he looked as if he had stepped down from Mount Olympus itself. Buffy maintained her silence.

"Come, William, I myself am a creature of the night, in many ways," he flashed a pointed smile at Spike, "do you think I would let a little sunlight hurt you?"

Spike's shoulder's slumped and his head bowed forward, he put one foot forward and prepared to step into the sun's deadly embrace. Buffy's eyes widened as she realized what Spike was about to do. She flung her body forward with all the strength she could muster, and hurtled into Spike, causing him to fall and land several yards away from where he had been standing: with Buffy still on top of him.

"Spike I don't care what he says, you can't risk it."

"What's it to you Slayer?"

"Why because I---," Buffy's words were cut short. The ground beneath them had begun to lurch, throwing them off balance. She and Spike scrambled to their knees, as it steadily grew worse, they braced themselves against an archway. Sarah had been caught very off guard by the quaking. She had been standing next to the window, when the shaking had begun; she was tossed out the window. As she fell, she flailed her arms in a vain attempt to grab hold of something. Vain only because something grabbed a hold of her.

Jareth instinctively rushed to Sarah's aid, it was not his turn to be the villain after all; he yanked her to his body forcefully. Sarah didn't seem to care however, her vision was still clouded with flashes of her life and she clung desperately to the loose fabric that made up his shirt. A Goblin Guard rushed into the room.

"Your Majesty, the Lady Trevlei, demands your immediate surrender."

"SHE DARES TO ASK ME TO SURRENDER!!!!!" Sarah's ears rang and the volume and the wrath that was held within Jareth's voice.