AN- Chapter four is here now! Sorry that three took me forever, I tried to upload at like... three forty this morning, but my internet shit out. I'm so happy that everyone has been enjoying this so much! Its been a joy to write, but I should probably return to Boston is Burning soon... Yea. But whatever. Hope you like this one; Im getting kind of creeped out listening to Maleficent again, because I havent actually watched sleeping beauty in a really long time... Btws, the fairies are not coming to help Jane. Sorry. She's doing this shit herself. ;)

~SnapTobiume

PS- Marx, I had this whole thing written, and then you said "Ill love you forever..." Well, I would appreciate a forever love. xD

Jane woke, slowly, her mind fuzzy. She could barely remember what happened after she left her house. She had gone to the forest... Called for Maura... Bee hit in the head with a two by four. She groaned, shaking her head. Then she looked to the left, blanching at the blood that had all but dried over her hands.

"Fuck." She whispered, tracing the bloodstained scalpels with her eyes. They were pushed all the way through the palms of her hands, and streaks of red had dried to purple- brown all the way to her elbow, creating puddles down by her feet. At least the brain injury had numbed the pain, she barely felt the sharpened knives as long as she didn't move. Instead, she looked around at her surroundings; an empty, stone walled cell with only one door, and that one was cast iron and barred. And locked, she assumed. Not that she could get to her gun, or off the wall at all, with scalpels through her hands. She swallowed thickly as the door creaked, pushing her back into the stone as the door swung open, and two people walked in.

"So the sleeping princess awakens!" She knew the first one; he was Charles Hoyt, a wanted criminal for multiple murders. She should have known, as soon as she had seen the scalpels through her hands. "Ah, but no. The real princess is your darling Maura, is she not?" Jane flinched, wincing as she moved her hands, reopening the raw wounds there.

"What have you done to her? Where is she? Where's Maura? What did you do to her?!" Her voice had risen to nothing short of a shriek, and she had to remind herself consciously to press her hands as tightly to the stone as she could, or else cry out in pain.

"Ah, just get her to drink a bit of wine; a tale I shall share with you, if you would like Janie." He grinned at the fear in her eyes, at the flash of unadulterated hatred that she held for him. There was a pause, where he pulled another scalpel out of his coat, toying with it. "You see, twenty one years ago, nearly to this very day, there was a child born to the Doyles. So beautiful, she was. With the most beautiful dark blonde hair, shimmering pale skin... A voice that would be sweet as any song ever sung."

"Maura." Jane whispered. How had she been so daft? How had she not put two and two together? She would have smacked herself, if she wasn't pinned to a wall.

"Yes! You've heard of her! You see... I wanted her. But they promised her to the unborn Rizzoli child. The first one. They never even invited me to the party. So now, Janie, she's fallen beneath a curse that was only weakened."

"No." Jane cried out, quietly.

"Oh yes, Janie. She's asleep. And she'll stay that way, forever." Jane let her head fall, tears welling in her eyes. She had failed Maura. She had failed them all. "Oh! But I forgot. There is a way to wake her, actually." At Jane's hopeful gaze, his smirk widened, showing off a row of teeth. "True love's first kiss, Janie! Like in those fairy tales." He ran a hand down her jawline, over her neck. "So beautiful... I understand why she liked you. Why she wanted you to touch her. But you're mine now, Jane. And you'll be mine until you die. Which, I fear, shall be soon."

"bastard! Let me wake her up. You can have me. Just don't make her suffer." She could feel tears welling in her eyes, to know that she would never have the chance to touch Maura again. Never see her, to tell her mother that she was sorry. She had really screwed up this time.

"Oh, does the prince want to save her princess? Yes... I can see it now. The wonderful Jane Rizzoli, oldest of the siblings, finds a way from her binds. Comes forward weaponless to challenge the great Charles Hoyt and apprentice, and walks out of this cell unscathed." Jane bit down on her lip as he pressed the edge of a scalpel into her neck. "Then you would find the closest steed; probably the unmarked car chained outside, and rush to the kingdom of Boston... Rush there, to find her, your princess. You would find her asleep, waiting. And then you would lean down, brush your lips upon her, and kiss her. Awaken her with true love's kiss, and live happily ever after." He chuckled, his voice a malicious purr. He cut further into her neck, swinging his head slightly. "But that's just not how it works, Janie. You're mine now. All mine."

"No. I know that isn't how it works." She growled, neck pulsing as she tried to hold herself stiffly away from the knife. His grin reminded her of a fox or something, some type of carnivorous wild cat, something that was planing on using her, before devouring her.

"Really, how so? I expected you to deny that you would never get out, Janie... I expected denial..." She hardened her eyes, tensing her hands, preparing herself.

"That's where you're wrong, Hoyt. I will get out. It just won't be unscathed." With her own feral growl, Jane launched herself forward, pushing off from the wall. The sound of skin ripping was audible, and she screamed with the agony of her hands, along with the ferocity of wrestling his own scalpel from him, pinning him to the ground beneath her knees. His own scalpel had landed on the ground beside her when she had moved, and she picked it up in her left hand, blood pouring down over the silver instrument as she jammed it downward into his chest, twisting. "I win!" She growled out, withdrawing the scalpel and stabbing down again, stronger, harder. "You lose. I win." She fumbled for her gun, wiping blood everywhere as she withdrew her gun, firing a full clip into the shocked apprentice. She rose up, staggering, crying out at the pain in her hands. But it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. "Maura! Maura!" She screamed, picking up a staggered run towards where she hoped the exit was, trying to run. She stumbled out into the courtyard when a growl erupted from the castle behind her, the top exploding off.

"You have yet to win, Janie!" The voice cried out, and she turned, shocked expression overrunning her features. "Bet you weren't expecting this, hero! I am the king of evil!" He cackled, which slowly turned into what sounded like a roar of a... of a dragon. Jane backed up towards the cliff side that she had exited on, backing as the sky crackled with dry lightning. Smoke billowed out of the destroyed castle- like building, and two massive black wings rose up, folding as she heard what sounded like claws scrabbling on stone. The massive black head that rose up over the tower had eyes that were the bloodiest red, as if they had taken the color right from Jane's hands. She balled her bloodied hands into fists, gripping her gun tight enough to crack the clot in the new wounds as he lifted up off the wall, showing off his massive reptilian, clawed and spiked talons, body, everything.

"How the fuck do I fight a dragon?" She sighed out to herself, checking her gun. It had probably been a really bad idea to empty an entire clip into the apprentice, but she had a feeling that it wouldn't work against a harsh- skinned, reptilian creature regardless. She shoved it in her holster, wiping blood down the side of her shirt as she did so. Her hands hurt. There was blood everywhere. She jumped to the side as the dragon- Hoyt hybrid shot electric- like flames towards her, and she pressed her back against the nearest rock. "Maura. Maura, I'm so sorry." She ran a hand through her hair, cursing loudly as the brown strands cut into her wound. She turned her head, Looking up at the shaking tower, running towards it without really thinking much about it. She grabbed on to the sharp wall, crawling upwards towards the spire, listening to Hoyt as he mocked her, as his breath crashed around them both in electric waves. He snapped at her, and the woman pulled at the sharp spike, ripping it off before throwing it, as if she was pitching in softball again.

"No!" He screamed out, hissing, snapping his jaws at her. Jane ducked, slipping off the tower as it crumbled, falling onto the hard ground, smashing the back of her head and shoulders into the stone courtyard, holding her arms up to block her face from debris. There was a scream, that scream always affiliated with death, and crashing, crumbling, as the ground shivered and crumbled, falling into the abyss below. Jane waited a moment, before she got slowly to her feet. She thought, for a brief moment, that she had risen in a war zone, when she realized what she really had to do; what she had to fix. Her voice came out a strengthened cry, and she lurched off into a stagger, towards the destroyed gate.

"Maura!"