Short Chap, I know. But I will continue on.
The dark one woke up with a sharp throb in his head. He felt to the back, noticing a rough dried up sticky spot…his blood caked into his hair.
"Where is that wretched temperamental woman of mine?" He got up as he massaged the back of his head. He grumbled once he realized he was cuffed. Using his magic, he unlocked the cuffs then went upstairs.
"Jade! Where are you! We need to have a word…now!" He was very irritated about the whole matter. If only he know how seriously Jade took the disappearance of her sister.
"Dearie…show yourself, and I may be kind with my words! You have no right trying to push me over, you could have killed me!" He continued the rants as he now was marching the upper level of the castle.
"Jade! Come here girl! Don't test my patients!" He ascended the stairs, eager to punch a fist into a wall. He has never felt so angry since he could remember. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't feel her presence, he used to be able to hear the murmur of her heart as well if he was feet away, but he heard nothing.
As he emerged his lab, but he assumed she wouldn't be in there, he spoke again.
"Woman, you are really, really, wearing away my patience!" He nearly stopped once he saw her body limp on the floor. He stood over her in shock. He was puzzled. She appeared to be dead, her eyes closed and chest not moving.
"Oh Gods…" was all he managed to say. He flew down to her, feeling for a pulse. It was very faint. His anger eased away, turning into worry. He cupped her head with his palms. He looked at her, taking in the indications she was far from being ok; her complexion so pale, the dark circles around her closed eyes, what irked him the most wasn't how ill she looked, but how her pale pinkish blue hued lips were upturned into a smile.
He grabbed her, again trying to shake her awake.
"Jade Dearie, wake up! Wake up! What did you do!" He held her in close coming into reality. He realized she wouldn't' wake up, nothing could wake her up. He knew he wasn't her true love, and he killed hers. All hope was lost for his auburn haired enchantress.
"WAKE UP MY GIRL! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! He threw his head into her hair.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please…what happened?" His tone more softer this time. He saw the empty vile, in which led him to gently put her down. His horrid theory that she killed herself slowly seeped into his mind. He got up , quickly taking inventory of what was missing. The most lethal of liquids were all gone.
"Noooo! Noooo! Noooo!" He screamed as he knelt back to the ground, gathering her carefully in his hold. He did his best not to cry. He hasn't cried in years. He thought as long as he had her, he would never be brought down to tears. He found himself in love with her so much; he enjoyed even the pain she gave him.
Something caught his attention at the corner of his eye. A small piece of parchment lay a few feet away from her.
"I don't remember having that in here," he thought as he took the paper. He nearly twitched once he saw the writing was in her hand. It killed him once he read it.
"My other love…
You took more from me then I could ever replace; my happy life of solitary, my true love, my hope, my happiness, and now my sister. I gave you so many chances and you let me down in so many ways.
Hopefully this will teach you to take things that don't belong to you."
He wanted to crush the paper as his tears fell, just as she now crushed his heart into a million pieces. Her carefully set it down so he could hold her with both arms. He knew she couldn't hear him, she was so far away now.
"Why…YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! YOU CAN'T LOVE ME AND LEAVE ME LIKE THIS DEARIE! WHY? YOU WRETCHED WOMAN…WHY? I LOVE YOU! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME, YOU PROMISED! After his screaming, he looked at her, touching her. Then he laid her on the ground, still he held onto her.
Rumpelstiltskin burrowed his face into her neck and sobbed. He started to wonder if this was part of being the Dark One…losing everyone he loved.