"I was a daughter..."

The crunching sound of metal met the ears of all that was around.

"I was a wife…"

There was only blackness, the cold crippling darkness that stole any warmth that may have entered her body at the time.

"I was a mother…"

Consciousness slipped away as the cold metal from the frame slid into her flesh, as a knife would cut a piece of cake, and then nothingness consumed her.

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Jareth could sense something was wrong. The normally buzzing air was still, like death. Reaching out with all of his magic he tried to find the one thing that would cause the stillness. Like trying to find a needle in a haystack, Jareth struggled with his search. With his heightened human senses he could hear the sound of an engine roaring towards him. Also greeting him was the sound of tiny sirens which would alert the masses to move. It was almost the speed of Hermes delivering a message to the gods.

The waiting was the hardest part for Jareth. Humans were so slow when they wanted to be and tonight was just one of those nights. Seconds seemed like hours, the few minutes it took them to reach his home felt like an eternity. The cool mist of the fog was spreading across the windows like the soft tears of the angels. Closer and closer the engines came when finally out of the mist and darkness the flashing lights had signified their arrival. Jareth continued to wait, as many "humans" did, for the ringing of the bell that signified their arrival. When the signal finally occurred Jareth took his time to answer the door not wanting to seem as though he had been waiting for it. Time was the one idea that Jareth would never understand but he was becoming a master of taking his own sweet time getting things done like the humans.

Grabbing the cold metal door knob in his shaking hand, he hesitated for just one more moment. He knew that as he answered the door his world would be forever changed. Collecting all of the strength his title commanded of him Jareth, the high prince of the underground and King of the Goblins slowly started to open the door.

The first thing to greet him was the blinding lights of the two squad cars that were sitting in his driveway. The dull monotone drone of the radios, along with their periodic sizzle of static and beep of the dying battery were the first sounds that penetrated the darkness.

There were two officers standing in the doorway. One was very young, almost as if this day was his first day on the force. The other was older and showed this in the way he stood and his every-other action. The younger one looked troubled, almost as if he would soon regret his decision to become an officer. At that moment the older officer spoke, "Sir, we are looking for the husband of Mrs. Faechild."

Puzzled Jareth took in the words of the officer, trying out each one in his mind before they all clicked together like the pieces of a puzzle. "I am Mr. Faechild." Jareth finally responded with what felt like cotton lining every surface within his mouth.

"Sir, I regret…" the officer started but was stopped when he noticed the little girl that had suddenly appeared at Jareth's side. She made no noise and the only movement she made was a grabbing motion in the air. It was as if she was signaling to her father to pick her up. Jareth knew the gesture well and as soon as he was holding her, the little girl wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his shoulder affectionately.

The action softened the officers even more and they were more worried now to tell him what was going on. "Yes gentlemen?" Jareth rested a comforting hand on his daughters back. The small gesture of her nuzzling him gave him a renewed strength and was a bit more ready to hear the news that the officers were bringing him.

"Sir," the officer started again, this time he held back even more emotion. "I regret to inform you that your wife has been in an accident." This was the part of the job that all officers hated and seeing the child with him made this moment even worse for them.

The look of shock that fell over Jareth caused an ice cold feeling to seep into the officers bones. "Well, is she alright?" Jareth's voice cracked as he prepared himself for the worst.

"She didn't make it sir," the informing officer couldn't look at him after that. The only thing that broke his heart even more was when the girl asked so innocently, "Mommy isn't coming home?"

Jareth couldn't say anything he was just in complete shock. How could his immortal bride be dead? The fae never died, they only regenerated after their bodies went through a traumatic experience. This was a gift they shared with their Time Lord cousins. It was a useful skill they held because it gave them the ability to live among the humans without suspicion. Why wouldn't she have regenerated? He asked himself. He knew that something was wrong, "May I see her?" he finally asked the officers. He knew that at one glance at the body he would be able to see what really happened to her.

The officers had no choice but to agree to let him see his wife, and so they offered to take him to the hospital. "Come along Angel," Jareth whispered to the girl, she stayed wrapped around him trying hard to understand what was going on; her pale blue eyes were wide with fear as they climbed into the police cruiser.

After buckling the child in the seat next to him Jareth stared out of the cruisers window. He could see that his neighbors were peaking out of their windows to get a glimpse as to why the police were in front of his house. The eyes in the darkened windows twinkled in the lamp lights. As they pulled away from the house Jareth sent a silent prayer that his bride was alright and that this was just a false alarm.

AN: hey guys! I just wanted to redo my new story because I felt as if I could do the characters more justice. I hope you guys enjoy this new edit of my story and I hope to get more chapters out to you soon enough :) I will see you guys soon.