A/N: Apologies I haven't edited this, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. Enjoy it though…

Chapter 10- The power of the ring

Jareth stormed through the sky castle, ignoring any attempts from Crowther or any other guards to stop him. He pushed open the big wooden double doors to the castles dining room. He spied Godwin sitting at the table feeding a very voluptuous woman strawberries. He stalked over to him and grabbed him roughly by the front of his shirt. Jareth, despite his lean appearance lifted the king from the floor and began to roughly shake him. The lady beside the king began to scream.

"Where is she? What have you done to her?" He yelled in the king's face. Godwin pulled desperately at Jareth's hands.

"Who? I haven't got anyone!" He cried.

"You know perfectly well who! Where is Sarah?" He yelled. Again Godwin clawed at the hand Jareth had on him.

"I haven't got her. Why would I?" He coughed out. Jareth was getting angrier by the second and threw Godwin on the floor.

"If you don't have her who would?" He stood over him. Because of who Jareth was, the son and heir to the High King, Godwin couldn't really do anything to him. He could go to Jareth's father, but he silently understood why Jareth was so upset about the disappearance of Sarah. She was the key to ending this war.

"Jareth, I assure you I do not have her. I am on your side. I want to end this war as much as you do." Godwin said getting up from the floor.

"But who has her?" Jareth asked no one in particular.

Jareth suddenly felt an intense pain in his right arm. Blood began to pool out in a line along his vein. It was red, meaning that it wasn't his blood. All royal fae had blue blood. However the red blood meant that someone was hurting Sarah. Blood continued to stain his white shirt until the pain ended. His arm continued to 'bleed'.

"Jareth...?" Crowther asked walking towards him.

"It's the ring." He mumbled to himself as he slunk into a dining room chair.

"Ring?" Godwin asked.

"The ring I gave to Sarah, to symbolise our marriage was bewitched to also allow me to feel her pain. I know how she feels and if she is in danger. She wasn't in danger when she was taken. It was a surprise attack." He explained. Who was hurting her? Why had they left her bleeding?

"Can you locate her?" Crowther asked.

"No. I can only search for her. However once she is near death I will find her. Not that I will let her get to that stage." He promised. His arm was still bleeding. He only hoped she had passed out by now.

"Nor will we. We must save her. The whole of the Underground is relying on her." Godwin said with a nod.

Jareth pulled a blood stained hand away from his arm. Who would take her? Who would torture her so horrendously? Whoever had taken her was surely going to wish they hadn't once he got to them. He had plans in his head that would make the bog threat be a pleasantry.

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I attempt to vomit again. I've been at it for a while now and have nothing else to bring up. I continue to dry-reach. The bleeding hasn't stopped and I feel tired and faint. I know I've lost too much blood and am very dehydrated. If it was just any other cut it would have stopped by now. The fact that it hasn't makes me worry. I have ripped pieces of my skirt to create bandages, but they need replacing constantly. I didn't even know Jareth had a brother. Although it seems that neither of his siblings like me. Jaleela did for a while and she did take me home, but then she turned scary. And after Jareth's story I simply don't trust her. Reagan was just sick. Who goes around cutting other people's wrist? Not sane people. Maybe that was why Jareth never talked about his siblings.

I feel tears prickle and sting my eyes. Why am I here? I never wanted any of this. I never asked to be the 'saviour of the Underground' or whatever stupid name I have. I wanted to complete my course at college and get a job. Then after a few years working at the local primary school I would travel. Europe, Australia, heck even America. I would travel the world. Now it seems the only travelling I'll be doing is of this cell.

My eyes have become a little bit more accustomed to the darkness of the room. There is a small bed in the corner and a bucket in the other. I assume that the bucket is a toilet. Ordinarily I would be completely against using it, but there isn't anywhere anyone could look in. Well I don't think there is. There might be... I lean my head against the stone wall. It's freezing in here. I'm normally really good with the cold, but this is insane. I'm surprised it isn't snowing in here. My teeth chatter and my hands shake. I really just want to go home. I don't care what home it is either. Jareth's castle or my house. Anywhere would be better than here.

The lock on the door rattles and I recognise the outline as Reagan. I scurry further away from him. I don't want anything to do with him. "So, your highness, how do you find your living quarters? Satisfactory?" He asks. I picture him with Jareth's smirk. That image scares me and I shake my head a little to get rid of it.

"Why am I here?" I ask calmly trying not to let my fear slip into my voice.

"Well, Sarah, if I told you it would surely ruin the surprise." He says with a laugh. Chills run down my spine. That is not a good laugh.

"Tell me!" I yell at him.

As soon as I say it I can sense that it was the wrong thing to say. He becomes tense and begins to walk towards me. I curl myself up, to get as small as possible, but it doesn't work. He takes a firm hold of my wrist and I hear a snap then pain shooting out of my hand. I cry out from it and attempt to pull it out of his grip. He doesn't lessen his grip at all, if anything he makes it tighter. Suddenly I feel pain in both sides of my head. The echo of his slap resonates in the cell. I feel blood trickle down the left side of my face after it smashed into the wall.

"Do not speak to me like that. I am your superior you stupid, arrogant, rude human!" He yells in my face. Blood fills my mouth as I bite my lip to stop all attempts to cry out. He releases my hand and pushes me onto the floor.

"You are pathetic and the lowest of the low. How my dear twin brother stands you is beyond me. You wanted to know what would happen to you. You will rot in here. You will never see the sun again. No one will save you. You will die representing all humans; as scum!" He yells in my ear. He locks the door behind him.

My eyelids begin to droop and right now all I really want is to die. Sarah Williams the great Underground Hero has had enough. She just wants to sleep.

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Jareth was sitting in his study when it happened. He had been going through documents that had every alliance the Goblin kingdom had ever made. They had been I the room for hours and still Jareth's arm had not stopped bleeding. Luckily for him it didn't really affect him. Yes it was blood but it wasn't his. It simply represented the blood that Sarah was losing.

This was where it was concerning for him. How much longer could she go on after losing that much blood? Why was she still bleeding? Whoever had taken her must have charmed the knife or whatever it was that pierced her, to ensure it didn't stop.

"Sire, perhaps we should seek advice from the high King?" Crowther suggested.

Jareth put his good hand through his hair. He didn't really want to go to his father, but he knew that if this continued and Sarah was gone another day he would have to. She was too important to him and the Underground.

"We'll see, give it another day perhaps." He answered. Jareth continued to write down the alliances that had broken off.

"Agh." He cried out as a distinct snap was heard. He looked down at his wrist and saw that it was drooping down.

"Jareth it appears Sarah has had her wrist broken." Crowther gasped. Jareth stared daggers at him.

"I can see that you idiot. I can fucking feel it." He answered before his head suddenly swung to the left. He had been slapped. Well Sarah had been.

"We need to find her soon." He said after spitting out blood from his mouth.

"Jareth, did you send anyone with her? Perhaps they know something." Crowther asked. He sat on a chair opposite Jareth with Trouble in his lap. The kitten had somehow found its way back to his office where it remained seated outside the door.

"Who the kitten? No one went with her. Except... Pan!" Jareth yelled.

There was a sudden burst of wind as a small fur ball came rushing into the room.

"Kingy call Pan. Pan help Kingy." The goblin said. He looked at the king with his large yellow eyes.

"Pan I need you to think very hard. Who took the Lady?" Jareth asked kneeling down to the small Goblins height.

"Lady? Sarah, Sarah was in rom. Pan take her to room. But she say for me to go. Pan didn't go. Pan wanted to watch Sarah. Pan hid in Sarah's toys. Sarah didn't notice. Sarah held book. Then someone came and Pan was scared. Person hit Sarah across head. Sarah fell. Person dragged Sarah out of room. Pan try to follow but person locked the door." Pan said not really taking a breath.

"What did this person look like? Please, I need to know." Jareth asked, well aware that he was practically begging the goblin for information.

"Person looked like Kingy. But person had brown hair. Person was tall and scary. Person was different to Kingy, Person was angry, not like when Kingy is angry. Different angry." Pan said.

"It's got to be Reagan. No one else would look like me." Jareth mumbled.

"Pan leave now?" The little goblin asked.

"Yes you may go now." Jareth dismissed the goblin. Pan scurried out of the room. He didn't mind being in the kings company, he just preferred Sarah.

"Why would Reagan take her? What does he have to gain from her?" Crowther asked Jareth.

"I don't know. We haven't spoken in a long time." Jareth mused.

He and his twin had never really gotten along. Jareth was slightly older then Reagan but whilst growing up it was always Jaleela and Jareth against Reagan. Reagan often resented this but, Jaleela and he just worked. Well, most of the time. Their father had already appointed them positions in the kingdom and his own uncle had been forced to give his role as Goblin King up. Not that his uncle minded. But Reagan being Reagan had been given the title of Ogre King. This was another reason he hated Jareth. Though the title of 'Goblin King' wasn't exceedingly glamorous, it was much better when compared to 'Ogre King'

"What would he do to Sarah?" Jareth muttered to himself. Reagan was always wanting whatever Jareth had, so perhaps that was it. He wanted Sarah because Jareth had Sarah. But that didn't explain the physical torture he was putting her through.

"We have to get her." Jareth ran a hand along his lips. How long had it been since he had kissed her? Too long as far as he was concerned.