Jareth's head was pounding. He had heard a call. He knew he had. He knew the Dragons Bane Flu had not gotten to him yet. The only real disease he could have gotten. His eyes were fiery red and every once in a while he would cough up blue and white flames. He jumped over the tall black gates of the cemetery, he had found the babe. A man was walking by wearing a bulky crying coat. He had stopped to gape in amazement at Jareth who had bounded over the gates. It had not stopped him from putting the crying babe by the fence though. Jareth glared at him and he ran, his long dark coat flapping in the chilly September air. After the man was gone and the babe was in the castle he strolled down the street. He walked for some time enjoying the night air and the shadowily splendor. After awhile he chanced upon two young women walking home. Despite the fact it was lit and cold they stopped to chat on the road. In fact they were so involved in their little talk that they hardly noticed when a tall man stepped up behind them one off the girls ran away into the inky blackness while the other stood frozen in fright. Jareth bounded towards the frozen girl and pulled her back just in time to stop the man from stabbing her in the chest. The man growled and lunged again grazing her stomach and ripping her blouse. By some chance of fate Jareth decided to use this time to burst into a round of fiery blue coughing. The assailant dropped knife and ran as well did the girl. Jareth stooped his shoulder and sighed. Maybe have Dragons Bane Flu wasn't so bad.
It's slightly longer! And if you want to figure out who I'm alluding to don't read the reviews. A lot of people guessed it.