Sorry. School, the usual excuse. I'm trying very hard to update regularly, but I just can't.
Here it is. Chapter fourteen. I have a feeling I'm nearing the end of it, but since I'm just writing and seeing where my imagination's taking me, I can only guess.
Oh and forgive any spelling mistakes. It's half past 12 am.
Have fun!

XIV

Snow lies on her back in front of the fireplace, staring at the ceiling. The man who keeps her here has not been back ever since he left here, and she lost track of time after maybe two hours. So it has been at least a day. But it feels infinitely longer. There is nothing to do around here, nothing to see but the ratchet fire, which never grows cold, never loses its light, the fire never brightens or darkens. It just keeps on burning in the same dull manner on and on. Sitting there, doing nothing, it is slowly driving her mad. Someone has got to do something. She has to return home.

"Good morning!" A door opens...well, somewhere...and the man holding her finally comes back.

Snow jumps up, facing the man, who still refuses to come out of the shadows. "Let me go! You cannot keep me prisoner!"

"My dear Snow, I am not keeping you prisoner." he said, laughing. "I am saving you from your previous, shallow, short life. You can be free here. You can live forever here. With me."

Snow shakes her head. "I do not want to stay here! If you truly cared for me, you would let me go!" she shouts.

"I truly care for you. But I am not going to let you go back to a life without me."

Snow's heart sinks to her stomach, and desperation is about to take her heart. "Please. I do not want to be here. You must let me go!"

The person chuckles, and to Snow it sounds dark and terrible. "I cannot. I have been through too much. I have seen too much, I have given up too much! I will not give up you!"

"I do not even know you! Who are you?"

He chuckles again, and Snow shivers. "Do you want to know who I am?"

"Well, I would not be asking if I did not, now would I?" she spat, anger overtaking her despair.

The shadow walks around her, his face still hidden in the shadows. She turns with him, focussed on not losing him out of her sight. "Well, this is what I wanted. This is how I remember you. Feisty. Good with words. Where is my Snow White?"

She steps forward, in the hope of catching a glance of his face, but he steps back before she can. "There is no your Snow White. I belong to no man. And especially not to a man who keeps me in a nether world against my will." This time she circled around him, trying to intimidate him. She is finally regaining her strength. The weakness is gone. She is not sick anymore. She can defend herself now. She does not need the help of others. "Who are you? Come on, I know you want to tell me. Just tell me."

He steps away from the fire, clouding himself completely in the shadows. "You see, if you know who I am, you have my weakness. And if you have my weakness, you can defeat me."

Snow rolls her eyes. This man has no logic at all. "But how are you going to keep me here forever, at your side, without me knowing who you are? You will not be able to touch me, you know." She needs him into the light. She needs to know who he is. She needs his weakness. She knows this man, she is certain of it, but from where? How does she know him?

The man growls. "I need you integrated good and proper first. Then you will know who I am." He turns around and walks away.

"By then I will have found a way out of here." she promises him. The man stops in his tracks for a moment, as if wanting to respond, but deciding not to at the last moment. Another invisible door closes and Snow is alone yet again, without any idea where she is or who is holding her captive. She kicks at one of the blankets, kicking it half into the fire. "Oh for the love of God." She pulls it out quickly, but to her surprise, it has not caught on fire. She looks around, her brow furrowed. What is this place? "Hello?! Can anyone hear me?! Please, help me!"

"Shut your pretty mouth!"

Snow turns towards the sound of the man's voice. "Release me now, or I swear you will regret it!"

"What, you will behead me?!"

"Rip your heart out. Something poetic." says Snow, smirking. She has never known this kind of hatred for someone. But now she is feeling it, very lively.

"You cannot kill what is already dead, my sweet. Now keep quiet!" A door slams shut.

Snow groans and sits down again, realizing that nobody can hear her, that she cannot defeat this man on her own. She needs help. And she knows of only one person who could truly help her. "Eric, you have to help me. Please. Please, I know you can hear me." Truthfully, she does not know. She hopes. She hopes that he can hear her, so that he can come and save her like he always does.

She is not afraid anymore. Just angry. Extremely angry. And when she gets the chance, she will escape. She will not stay here, she will not be held captive again. She refuses it.

William POV

William sits beside the bed, staring at the faces of Snow and the Huntsman. Neither seems to wake up, neither seems to be responding to anything, to any stimuli from slaps to pricks in the softest part of the Huntsman's thigh.

"Are they supposed to not react?" William asks Sahila, not taking his eyes off Snow.

Sahila sighs, and bites her long nails. "I do not know about Snow, but Eric is. There is something not right, and it hurts that I cannot do anything to help them."

"Send me after them." William sits up, looking away from Snow for the first time in hours.

Sahila gasps and Muir almost drops off his chair. "You what?" she asks.

"I am not going to sit here while they fight for Snow's life...wherever they are! I need to do something!" William has been getting restless. He needs to do something before he loses his mind.

Sahila jumps up and walks over to the young Duke. "Have you got any idea what it could do to you? You could die!"

"I do not care! I need to do something, do you not understand?!" William catches his breath to remain calm. "I would do anything for Snow. I would risk everything. Even my life if it meant saving hers. I abandoned her once before, I will not do that again."

Sahila sighs and sits on the edge of the cot. "I understand. I will try everything. And I will send you after them."

William closes his eyes. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."

"Just...if you die, do not come back to haunt me. This was your choice."

William chokes out a laugh. It is not really comforting to hear that, but he has made his choice. "That is alright. I will not haunt you."

"Lay down beside her. I will give you as much energy as I can, but I doubt it will be enough for you to return." Sahila looks down upon him. "I cannot believe you want to do this. There is no guarantee you can return."

"My life for Snow's..." William weighs the two options in his hands for her. "Not a tough choice, Sahila. Do it."

Sahila looks at Muir, who has already scrambled to his feet and looks as lost and confused as she is. "Just do it, Sahila. You cannot stop him."

Defeated, she puts a hand on his forehead and starts mumbling in a different language. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and thinks of Snow. Do not worry, Snow, I am coming to take you home. His brain turns foggy, and he subconsciously fights to stay awake, like he always does. But soon sleep takes over and his last thought before he completely drops away is him considering whether he should've taken his bow and arrows.

Yep, they're all in the nether world! I know what I want to happen in the big lines, but I have no idea how to write the actual "fighting and freeing part". If anyone's got any suggestions, don't hesitate to PM me or leave a review.

I love you, awesome nerds(or people, whatever you prefer)!

Oh...before I forget, I used a quote from the Vampire Diaries in my Snow POV. Die-Hard TVD fans might recognize it; it is one of my favorite quotes from my favorite character on the Series. *coughDamoncough*