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      BELLE/GOLD, Belle/modern_Rumple
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      Belle, Rumplestiltskin, Cruella, Jefferson, Gold, Dr._Whale, Ruby,
      Regina, Dark_Rumple_-_Character, Woobie_Gold_-_Character, Killian, Dove,
      Emma
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      Lots_more_murder, Revenge, Sitophilia, Dat_Ass....Damn, Torture, Mystery
      unraveling, More_Murder, should_let_you_know_this_actually_has_a_happy
      ending, Child_Abuse, Child_Sexual_Abuse, Arson, Yet_more_murder, More
      angst, I_love_him, Almost_home
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      Published: 2017-04-09 Updated: 2017-08-05 Chapters: 23/? Words: 37327
****** Take The Long Way Home ******
by Brokensoul
Summary
     Belle finds herself married to an erratic and sadistic financial
     genius. She tries her best to please him, but starts to wonder if
     there is something more out there, maybe even love?
     Rumple and Gold are two different characters in this story. Rumple is
     a modern day character. Rumple is a devious rotten bastard, and Gold
     is a sweet but strong woobie love.
     Poor Belle, she is complex and confused, it's a long way home.
***** The lord giveth and the lord taketh away *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Isobellle," R called out playfully. "Isssobellle!" Though playful, the tone
was somehow vaguely unpleasant. It was as if the speakers' amusement somehow
came at the expense of the listener. Belle thought, "If a cat were batting
around a mouse, if it could speak as it played with it, that would be its
voice."
 
Belle, sitting at a large marble topped dressing table, shivered and hurried to
put the final touches on her lipstick as her husband, R, swept grandly into the
spacious cream and gold room. He had his own room adjacent to hers, and rarely
slept in this one, prefering to sleep in his own room after a session of
vigorous lovemaking. Now he posed with one foot angled in front of the other,
elegant and poised, graceful hands clasped together behind his straight back.
He made a lean and tidy figure, magnetic and sinuous. His face was sharp,
sinister, as were his eyes. Though his eyes appeared hooded and lazy, they
missed nothing. While seemingly relaxed, he yet gave the impression of coiled
and dangerous energy, barely contained. He was dressed in an immaculate
designer tuxedo, perfectly tailored, with a white silk shirt and black bow tie.
He wore a large gold Rolex studded with diamonds. He sported a diamond stick
pin at his lapel, diamond cufflinks at his wrists. He smelled of an
imtoxicating mixture of exotic spices and deep forest. With a silver silk scarf
draped over his straight shoulders he positively oozed privilege and power.
Though she found him flawless and more than a little breathtaking, Belle
secretly thought it was all a little flashy. Though with where she came from,
what did she know of such things? She contemplated his angular face, which,
though very handsome, was marred on one side by extensive scarring. Maybe his
life had pain in the past too? Those scars suggested as much. It appeared as if
at one point in his life someone had dragged something dull raggedly through
his poor face. She couldn't imagine a situation where anyone could get that
much of an upper hand against this relentlessly laughing man, and knew there
were countless wild rumors as to the origin of his scars. He was imagined to be
everything from a James Bond type spy to a hell born demon. Belle had to admit
to herself she wouldn't be surprised by either one, or anything in between. He
was just that enigmatic.
Belle looked back anxiously at his reflection in her mirror and felt her heart
drop as she saw his nose crinkle and his top lip curl.
 
"You're not really wearing that shade are you? It makes you look like a dock
whore waiting to suck off the sailors." He said it lightly, as if he were
fondly joking with her, but his eyes were flat. Belle shivered at the warning
there, it definitely wouldn't do to anger him this early on in the evening. The
waters were liable to get a lot more turbulent before morning arrived.
"Oh, n-n-no, of course not," Belle stammered. She quickly grabbed a tissue from
a solid silver tissue box and scrubbed off the offending lipstick.
 
"Here pet, this one," R handed her the nude Chanel lipstick he preferred,
tossing the other one carelessly into the wastebasket. Turning without checking
if she obeyed him, he swaggered out the door calling back in a giggly tone,
"And hurry up, pet, you knoooow what happens if you keep me waiting." Belle
hurriedly finished up with the lipstick and hurried over to the bed where the
dress R had chosen for her was laid out. Also placed there were a pair of low
heeled silver sandals. Generally Belle preferred very high heels, but R said he
liked this height better. Belle suspected it was because it pleased him to be
able to gaze down upon her. After dressing, Belle walked over to the huge
freestanding mirror. She looked without pleasure on her reflection. The bright
red dress fit skin tight, the neckline high in the front, the back cut so low
it revealed a hint of derrière cleavage. The simple cut and clinging silk
showcased her petite but lush curves. The cut of the dress made undergarments
impossible, and she knew he had planned it that way. He never overlooked even
the tiniest detail. Her long hair, dyed black as R required, to make her blue
eyes pop, was swept up into a severe chignon to display the diamond and ruby
earrings he had given her last summer. Belle blushed to remember what other
pleasures he had gifted her with that night. She swallowed down the memories
and checked her reflection. She looked gorgeous and expensive and unattainable,
and nothing at all like the Belle she remembered before her life with R. She
told herself that was a good thing, yes, a good thing. And it was, of course,
but she sometimes felt that Isobel had consumed Belle, and she really wasn't
sure how she felt about that. Was it wrong to lose part of your soul, even if
that part was irrevocably broken? She didn't know.
Belle hurried down the marble stairs to the large foyer where R waited
impatiently near the huge front doors, bouncing lightly on his heels. Tapping
one gleaming Gucci shoe, he looked pointedly at his watch, waggling a finger at
her. That was one strike, Belle knew. She was determined to make him proud
tonight. Looking her over with a supercilious raised eyebrow and a finger
against his smirking lips, he tilted his head to the side and laughed, "Well, I
suppose you'll do, though you'll never pass for society."
Belle flushed, she knew it was true. This wasn't her world, but it would be
Isobel's world, and Isobel would be worthy of it, and worthy of R.
R gripped her by the wrist with one strong hand and snaked his other around her
waist to settle firmly at the small of her back.
Propelling her forward, he said ,"Mustn't keep everyone waiting for me!"
He gave her a wicked grin, causing her pulse to race. He swept her out the
front entrance and down the expansive front stairs toward a low gleaming
limousine. Belle tried not to stumble on the stairs under the forcefulness of
R's hand pushing at her back. His mouth wore an amused little smirk, as if he
were aware of her struggle. And he probably was, Belle thought, he was ever
entertained at even the smallest discomfort of others.
Belle managed to reach the limo without falling. The black clad driver held the
door open for her, carefully averting his gaze. She awkwardly climbed in,
scooting to the far side and holding the long gown aside with some difficulty.
R bounced in, landing easily and gracefully next to her. The driver closed the
door behind them and went around to settle behind the wheel. As the large
engine rumbled to life and the car pulled away from the house, R stared at
Belle intensely without blinking. He often did that, and it never failed to
discomfit her.
Belle sat, uncomfortable in the strained silence, aware of his wide eyes
staring at her. She turned toward the window, the back of her neck prickling.
She pretended to be interested in the passing scenery, though it was too dark
to see much. Belle felt a trickle of sweat slide down between her breasts.
Sometimes she felt being married to a genius was too much... she felt his gaze
boring into her soul, examining all her secrets and dreams and judging how they
could best be used for his own agenda. Belle was aware of his desire for
cruelty, but she was also very aware of his overwhelming sexual aura. In the
close confines of the car it slithered over her skin like a serpent, licked at
her secret places with its forked tongue. She gave a start and a small gasp
when she felt his fingers dancing over her thigh.
"Penny for your thoughts, precious," R slyly said. Belle felt he already knew
exactly what she was thinking, and was secretly laughing at her.
She fixed a pleasant look on her face as she turned to him and answered, " I
was thinking how thoughtful you always are, providing me with such beautiful
things to wear. I hope I can make you proud tonight and impress your friends
and business colleagues."
"Oh, pet, how could you not? Just smile, stay quiet, and be decorative. You are
beautiful, you will be perfect." It was an order disguised as a compliment, a
fist in a velvet glove, but Belle already knew what was expected of her. She
knew, too, what the consequences would be should she fail to live up to
expectations. Her breath hitched slightly as his fingers continued to dance
delicately up her thigh. She well remembered what those talented fingers could
do to her. R let his hand move into the high slit of the tight dress, creeping
higher. Belle struggled to keep her composure and not let him see how he was
affecting her.
"You are the perfect woman, Isobel," he trilled. "You are so very, very
lovely." R leaned in until his warm breath ghosted against Belle's neck and
goosebumps raised on her bare arms. "Do you know what the sight of you in that
dress does to me, hmm?" His fingers moved ever nearer to her core and he
breathed in her ear, "You make me so hard just looking at you that I want to
grip my cock and and pump it till I come all over that gorgeous, tight little
body of yours." Belle whimpered slightly as he exhaled hotly against her throat
and blew softly in her ear.
R slowly parted her moistening folds and roughly thrust a finger into her as
Belle gasped aloud. He growled against her, "I want to lick you slowly until
you are shaking, until you are begging and dripping wet, I want to drink your
sweet juices, and then I want to fuck you until you can't stand up, until you
are writhing with desire, trembling in an agony of pleasure, unable to speak
because your lust has overwhelmed you. " He continued thrusting with his finger
while his voice growled and stalked and prowled. Oh God, that voice! How could
just a voice be like sex itself? His thumb circled her clit until her toes
curled and her muscles began to lock up. Belle felt her insides tighten down
low and her hands curled into fists.
"Oh god..." Belle moaned.
" I want to fuck you deep and hard, fuck you until we are the only two people
in the world. I want to fuck you till you are screaming my name."
His hand was moving faster now, teasing her unmercifully toward the edge.
"You're going to scream my name, you're going to beg me for it, and it will
feel like nothing you've ever felt before, it will feel like the end of the
world, the beginning of heaven, just the two of us, forever and ever." He
panted against her throat, nipping and licking.
"Oh God," Belle gasped, "Please, please."
Belle felt as if she were losing her mind, it was always this way, so intense
as to be painful, he knew exactly how to touch her.She was so damn close, she
would scream, go insane, die!
"Please, oh please," she begged wretchedly.
" Please, what, Isobel?"
"Please," she moaned, she didn't want to have to say it, was humiliated to have
to say it.
"Please, what,Isobel," he laughed." Tell me what you need, pet."
"Please... make me come." Ashamed but desperate.
He immediately withdrew his hand and gave a wicked chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart,
I'm afraid you'll have to wait, we'll be there soon." With that he turned away,
looking out the window and smiling a smug and sadistic grin.
Belle felt her face burn. She felt ashamed and off balance. She also felt
frustrated and a little angry. This wasn't the first time he had pulled
something like this, and it always left her feeling stupid. She should know
better, but he was just so damn attractive. And he knows it too, she thought
ruefully, he knows how much I want him. That shamed her too, that she knew
better and still couldn't help it. She risked a quick sideways peek at him and
saw his satisfied expression, and damn if She didn't want to reach out and
touch him, beg him to touch her. It was a sickness, some kind of madness of her
heart and body, some depraved attraction to his darkness and cruelty.
The limo pulled up to the entrance of the hotel and Belle smoothed her skirt
and tried to compose herself. She needed to be on her toes and stay sharp
tonight. Any slip up on her part, and she would pay for it later. She screwed
up her courage, ran her hand through her hair, and took R's hand as she exited
the car.
"Here goes nothing," Belle thought.
Chapter End Notes
     Next ... Belle makes a mistake
***** At the Party *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Belle followed R around the large room as he chatted with different glittering
and well dressed guests. She smiled and nodded when she was expected to, and
stood quietly and looked pretty as she was expected to . Most of the
conversations revolved around dull business dealings that she had no interest
in. She soon began to feel bored. R noticed, as he missed very little in
general, and missed nothing at all when it came to her.
 
R kept a strong grip on her hand as he led her through the crowd and over to a
low divan. He eyed her with concern. "You look thirsty, pet. Sit here and I'll
go get you a glass of champagne,hmm?" He gave her his trademark sly smile and
headed off through the chattering crowd.
 
Belle watched the people for a while, she didn't really know anyone and had no
desire to start up a conversation with a stranger. Her attention was drawn to a
platform in one corner of the large space when a three piece ensemble of
musicians began to play a soft classical background piece. As she was watching
the violinist she noticed off to the side of the stage, R was speaking intently
to a tall slim woman in a glittering low cut black gown. The woman was striking
looking and seemed to be fascinated by whatever R was telling her. The woman
handed R something small, and he slipped it into his jacket pocket. As Belle
watched he kissed her on the cheek, laughed, and turned on his heel and strode
away.
 
Belle wondered what all that had been about, she thought he was just going to
get her a drink. She tried to keep her mind off it by making up stories about
the different couples she watched dancing. She wondered if they were all as
happy as they appeared to be behind the closed doors of their perfect mansions.
 
R sidled up to her with two cut crystal flutes of bubbling champagne. Handing
her one he said, "I hope you didn't fall into despair for lack of my company,"
and giggled.
 
"No, my love, but I'm glad you're back. Would you please sit with me a minute?"
 
"Of course, precious. Anything you wish," and he landed lightly on the seat
next to her, setting her glass down and grasping both of her hands in his. His
energy was manic, and his eyes huge."I see how everyone here has noticed how
lovely you are." He leaned in to nuzzle lightly at her neck, and Belle tried
not to moan. After what he did to her I the limo, the lightest touch from him
was enough to get her going. He lifted one hand behind her neck and started to
draw her in for a kiss.
 
"Well, well, dear R, who have we here?" A cultured and amused voice interrupted
them.
 
Belle looked up, annoyed, to see the very woman who had been speaking to her
husband across the room. She was even more stunning up close, with long red
nails, perfect makeup, and eye catching white and silver hair. She was exactly
the upper society type that made Belle feel like an uneducated nobody.
 
"Why, Cruella, how wonderful to see you," R crowed, as if he hadn't just been
chatting with her five minutes ago. "This is my wonderful and charming wife,
Isobel. Isobel, this is Cruella, a long standing business associate."
 
Belle nodded, but before she could speak, Cruella chortled and declared, "Oh R,
she's just a darling little thing! Good to see you keep yourself occupied with
something other than your deals! " The vile woman gave a knowing and dirty
laugh as she gazed at Belle with a grin and a raised eyebrow. "Can't be all
work and no play, you'd become such a dull boy!" Somehow she'd succeeded , with
just a few words, in making Belle feel like nothing more than a sex toy for a
successful man.
"Now, Cruella, you know I'd never let such a tradgedy occur! What would society
come to?" R shuddered theatrically and they both laughed.
 
"Well do bring her by the estate sometime, darling. I'm sure it would be...
entertaining." With that the awful woman blew them a kiss and stalked off
toward the bar.
 
"Oh!" Belle exclaimed, " what an absolutely horrid woman!" She was shaking with
indignation.
 
R giggled, "Now, pet, you must learn to hold your own with the likes of her.
There are plenty more like her in town you'll have to deal with. " He leaned in
to nip at her throat, sniffing loudly.
 
Belle felt her face turn red with anger , but Rs hand was suddenly circling her
wrist too tightly as she heard him mutter, "Oh shit, not him."
 
Belle glanced up to see who R was talking about and saw a tall dark haired man
approaching them.
"R!" The man shouted in a hearty voice, "didn't expect to see your raggedy old
ass here! What brings you to party with us peasants, mate?"
The man had the bluest eyes Belle had ever seen,and she felt them traveling all
over her as R stood up, pulling her with him.
 
"Killian," R trilled, as if delighted to see him "how have you been? Just
catching up with old friends. May I introduce you to my wife, Isobel?"
 
"You certainly may, " the dark haired man laughed, "Pleasure, mam," he purred
and lifted Belle's hand to his lips.
 
Belle felt her small wrist bones grind together as Rs grip on her other side
become increasingly tight. He did not like this man, and he did not like this
man touching his wife.
 
"Well you are certainly a lucky old bastard, but I really came over to make
sure you received my reply to your inquiry on my company," the man named
Killian said.
 
"Yes, yes, yes, you are not willing to sell at this time, " R replied airily,
as if he could care less.
 
"At this time or any other mate," Killian laughed, "you can count on that." He
winked at Belle, turned around, still laughing , and swaggered off.
 
"We'll see about that, " R muttered under his breath. He turned and smiled
brilliantly at Belle, and said brightly, "Shall we dance, my dear?"
 
Belle let herself be led out onto the dance floor, and though both of them
smiled and laughed, and R was charming to everyone, only she could tell that he
was seething underneath. Her hands perspired with nervousness, and she noticed
he was drinking a good bit of champagne as the evening wore on, though his
large eyes remained alert and glittering.
 
"Darling," R said, "will you excuse me, my pet? I must visit the facilities.
I'll be right back,love," and he escorted her back to the divan they had rested
on earlier, after making sure to provide her with a fresh glass of wine. Belle
watched him slip into the crowd, and could not help but think what a very
handsome man he was. It was true he had a temper, and a cruel streak, but he
could be so thoughtful, and there was no doubt he loved her.
 
She sat and sipped her wine and began to relax. Because her gown was so long
she was able to slip off her sandals and stretch her aching toes. She gave a
sigh of relief.
 
"Looks like someone's ready for this party to be over" Bell glanced up and saw
it was the dark haired man, Killian, that R had introduced her to before.
 
"Oh, Mr. Killian, you startled me!"
 
"It's just Killian, no Mr., love. Afraid I'm just a working peasant. New money,
you know," he whispered the last humourosly. "Mind if I sit?" And he plopped
down on the divan without waiting.
Belle laughed nervously, she wasn't really used to these parties yet, and
wasn't sure what kind of conversation was expected of her. She lifted her glass
to her lips to try to stall while she thought of something witty to say. Her
hand was trembling and she dribbled a little wine on the front of her dress, "
I'm so clumsy, " she laughed.
 
"Don't worry about it, here," Killian had a large linen napkin and tried to dab
the spot.
 
Belle grabbed his hand to stop him and said hurriedly" I'll get it, please,"
She tried to take the cloth from him and they both ended up laughing. At that
moment Belle up to see R across the room, staring at them with fury on his face
and with hell in his eyes.
Chapter End Notes
     Belle in trouble next
***** Fury *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Belle was nervous in the car all the way home. R didn't say anything, just sat
smiling, the only outward sign of his agitation the way his hands writhed
restlessly over one another, as if he couldn't control them.
After they entered the mansion, R grabbed her by the wrist roughly and leaned
down into her face, grinning."Go to your room,pet. NOW."
 
Belle rushed to her room and sat heavily on her bed. Her breath was coming in
shallow pants and she realized she was terrified. She'd rarely seen R so angry
and didn't know what to expect or when to expect it. The minutes seemed to drag
by like hours as she sat there in dread awaiting she knew not what. Eventually
she heard classical piano thundering through the house and knew R was seated at
the grand piano, trying to exorcise his demons through music.
Belle could hear his anguish through the music he played, the way he hammered
at the keys. The notes rose crashing and singing through the ceiling, carrying
his pain and sorrow and rage to her.
She hadn't meant to upset him. She didn't know what his history was with the
dark haired man, and in fact didn't know much about his history at all. Though
they were married, she sometimes felt he was a stranger to her. He never spoke
of his past, but she had the feeling there was some tragedy hidden there,
something too awful for him to remember.
 
She heard a discordant mash of many keys, and imagined him collapsing over the
keyboard , overwhelmed by some deep misery she could not fathom. She sobbed
quietly to herself, sorrow for him and fear for herself mixing in a maelstrom
of strange emotion. She wished there were something she could do to fix things.
Eventually her sobs turned to exhaustion and she lay down on the pillows, wrung
out.
 
Sometime later the door to her room opened and closed softly. Belle looked up
warily to see R standing there, slumped, his back to her. His forehead rested
against the door and he clutched a half empty tumbler of scotch in one hand.
He suddenly turned to face her and she was shocked by the utter desolation on
his face. He looked so very lost, so destroyed, his large eyes full of tears.
Belle's heart was breaking, and she cried out,"I'm sorry! I don't know what I
did to upset you, that man just came over and sat down, I didn't-" her voice
was cut off as R moved lightning fast to her and gripped her throat painfully
in his strong hand.
Belle tried to protest but began to panic as she could get no air. Rs eyes were
wild and she felt he was looking right through her, not seeing her at all. He
flung the scotch glass with his other hand and it shattered against the wall.
 
"Please," was all Belle could manage, trembling, but she could see he was gone,
he did not hear her. He kept one hand around her throat and with the other
ripped away the red gown as if it was made of paper.
 
Belle gasped in air greedily when his hand left her throat, but then it gripped
both her hands above her head and forced her down on the bed. "Stay there!" R
growled. He began to pace around the room like an enraged panther, his hands
fluttering wildly. Belle was too frightened to do anything but lay where she
was, in the torn rags of her dress.
He seemed to be waging some internal debate as he stalked back and forth,
emotions chasing one another over his distraught face. She didn't know if he
was trying to calm himself, or was simply getting more worked up. She wanted to
reach out to him and called softly, "Sweetheart."
 
That was a mistake. His head whipped around and his eyes focused on her like a
predator glimpsing something weak and tasty. He prowled over to her slowly and
stared, then he slowly began to grin. "Bad girl," he purred darkly. He did not
sound like himself, his smile was dangerous and wicked. "No respect."
 
Belle watched in trepidation as he began to slowly unbuckle his belt, his
gleaming wild eyes never leaving hers. She could feel the manic energy boiling
off him. She shivered.
R removed his leather belt and folded it in half, holding it by the ends so it
was doubled. He began to smack the belt into the palm of his hand, his tongue
darting out to wet his bottom lip. "Turn over, dearie."
 
Belle was gobsmacked. Did he really mean to do what she thought he meant to do?
This couldn't be real!
 
"I said turn over! Now!" He was still grinning that awful maniacal grin.
Belle reluctantly turned over on her stomach, exposing her naked rear end. She
was shaking in fear and confusion. He had always been volatile, but this was
weird. She gripped the sheets in hands and gritted her teeth.
She heard the belt whistle through the air and then it landed, crack! on her
ass. She screeched in pain and shock! Oh, that hurt! Crack! Down it came again,
hard as before. She cried out as each blow landed over and over. It began to
burn so much, she couldn't stand it. She writhed and cried and tried to crawl
away but he followed her, whipping mercilessly. She turned around, tears
streaming down her face, and held up her hands to try to ward off the blows.
 
It did no good, he simply kept striking her, her arms, legs, anywhere he could
reach. He was grinning the whole time. Finally, as her skin broke and began to
trickle blood, he seemed to tire.
 
Belle sat, sobbing in terror and humiliation. R stood over her, panting heavily
and grinning. At that moment he was an evil stranger to her. She backed up to
the headboard, as far away from this vile sight as she could get. R raised an
eyebrow and palmed himself through his trousers. Belle noticed with horror that
he was hard.
 
R lowered his hand to his zipper, pulling it down as he stared at his bloody
weeping wife, pathetically clutching her rags to herself. He pulled out his
swollen cock and groaned as he gave it two firm pumps. He licked his lips as he
approached the bed.
Belle couldn't back away any farther. She didn't know what to do, her own
husband was unrecognizable to her. She was in pain.
R reached out with both hands and gripped her tightly by the hips, dragging her
down the bed. Belle batted at him ineffectually, but he didn't even notice. He
forced his knee in between her legs and roughly spread her out. Without any
sort of lead up he grabbed his cock and shoved himself inside her to the hilt.
R shuddered and groaned , laying still on top of her a moment and smothering
her under his weight. Belle felt him pull almost all the way out and then he
slammed back into her. She just lay in a sort of shock as he slammed into her
aching body over and ever, grunting with every savage thrust. His hand reached
up and grasped her hand so hard that she could feel the ring she wore
deforming, the bent shape cutting into her hand. Then his hand moved over to
her breasts, kneading too roughly, as his other hand pinned her hip with enough
force to bruise.
He thrust into her forcefully, seeming to go on forever as he bit her savagely
all over her neck and breasts, rutting into her, moaning and dripping his sweat
over her. She turned her face to the side, bit her lip, and silently wept.
"Bad girl, no respect," R muttered under his breath, as his thrusts became even
deeper and more erratic. Finally he let out a grunt and a deep groan and
released his hot come inside her , shuddering all over and gripping her by the
throat as he came.
They lay in silence for a moment, Belle too afraid and ashamed to make a sound.
R suddenly stood up, zipped himself up, and strode out of her room. She heard
him lock the door from the outside and then his quick steps receded down the
hall.
Chapter End Notes
     A broken soul next
     Please leave comments and questions
***** A Broken Soul *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Belle groaned as she sat up carefully in her bed. She ached all over. She
examined her naked body and saw that she was covered in bruises and welts from
the whipping she suffered. She stumbled to the bathroom and groaned as she
looked in the mirror, her chest and neck were bruised as well. She winced from
the pain in her finger as she tried to remove her bent ring from the swollen
digit and gave up.
 
She carefully brushed her teeth and washed her face as best she could. Grabbing
a silk robe from the nearby hook, she returned to her bed to await the arrival
of R to unlock her door.
 
She hoped his black mood was over.
 
She soon heard a tentative knock at her door, and called out shakily,"I'm
awake," and heard the door unlock. R pushed in a cart loaded down with
breakfast foods, tea service, and fresh flowers.
 
"I thought you might like breakfast in bed," he said timidly. He kept his eyes
on the floor as he busied himself with the cart, "I made all your favorites."
He brought over a vase of flowers and set it on her nightstand. " I picked
these for you in the garden this morning."
 
She could see the ashamed look on his face, but said nothing. He wrung his
hands a few times and hung his head.
 
He didn't seem to know what else to say and just prepared a tray for her. He
brought the tray and set it on the bed next to her, finally working up the
courage to look at her face.
 
"Oh God, Belle, I'm so sorry, truly I am!" He sank down on his knees by her
bed, burying his face in the covers in his shame. "I don't know what came over
me! I don't deserve you, I know I don't!" He wept bitterly.
Belle was taken aback. She was appalled by what he had done, but she still
hated to see him fall apart like this. He continued to sob brokenly,"I had too
much to drink, I know that's no excuse, I'm a monster, I'm so so sorry, my
love!" His hands were trembling and his heaving sobs shook his small frame
violently.
 
"My whole life all I've ever wanted was someone to care for me, and now I've
ruined it! How could you ever forgive me? No one could ever love me! You don't
understand - what I've been through, my life, I am truly a broken soul. You
were my only chance at redemption!"
 
Belle could not help but be touched, in spite of herself. To see this powerful
man, kneeling and weeping, begging for love and another chance. And he had
saved her, she could never forget that.
"Belle, please! Please forgive me and I'll do anything! Please, I can't - I
can't live without you," R confessed miserably. "I can't" he whispered.
 
Belle reached out her hand and ran it through his soft hair. "You really hurt
me," she said, "and I don't just mean physically."
 
"I know, Belle, I know. I've called Dr. Whale, he's coming to look you over
soon. I promise I'm going to take good care of you! I will make this up to you,
I promise, and it will never ever happen again," R looked up at her, his large
tearful eyes filled with hope.
Not long after that R escorted Dr. Whale to her room. He was R's personal
doctor of many years, and could be relied on to be discreet. He examined Belle
carefully while R hovered nearby, his hands fluttering nervously, rocking back
and forth on his heels.
 
"R," Dr. Whale said, "could you bring me a wet washcloth please?"
 
"Of course, of course," R nodded eagerly, his eyes huge. He rushed out of the
room, anxious to help.
 
Once R was gone Dr. Whale turned to Belle, "you're going to be fine, dear, but
if I could offer you a piece of advice? I've known your husband a very long
time, and...well let's just say that some things are broken beyond repair. Some
things have jagged edges that will only cut you if you try to put them back
together." He patted her hand.
 
Before Belle could ask him what he meant, R returned with the cloth.
 
Dr. Whale instructed him, "Gently clean any cuts, and the apply this salve.
There are no broken bones, and she should be just fine after some rest." He
handed the salve to R, said goodbye to Belle, and made his way out.
R helped Belle to sit up, fussing with the pillows to make sure she was
comfortable. He spoke to her eagerly about books she liked as she ate her
breakfast. When she was done he put the tray aside and gently removed her robe.
He carefully cleaned the cuts on her skin, looking at her with wide sad puppy
eyes as he did so. Afterward he lovingly applied the salve to every scrape and
bruise.
 
Even though he was the one who had caused the pain, Belle wanted comfort and R
was the only one she had to give it. So slowly she found herself twining her
fingers in his hair and leaning her head against his chest. He eased her back
down into the soft pillows and ran his hands lovingly up and down her arms,
kissing her throat gently, and Belle sighed in gratitude. She was tired, and as
she fell asleep, she promised herself she would have a talk with him after she
rested.
 
When Belle awoke later, she was feeling much better. She could tell by the
slant of the sun through the window that it was late afternoon. Padding over to
her bedroom door, she tried the knob, and sighed in frustration as she found it
locked. She was really going to have a serious talk with R.
 
Right then the door swung open and R appeared with another tray of food."How
are you feeling, my pet? I didn't want to wake you earlier , so I brought you a
late lunch."
He set the tray near her and looked to her eyes for approval, so hopeful.
 
Belle felt that now, while he was so eager to please, would be the time to make
her request. "R , must you lock the door? Don't you trust me?" She began.
 
"Of course I do, sweetheart, of course! I just had to go out and I wanted to
make sure you didn't wander around and get hurt. What can I do to show you I
love you and trust you?" R asked eagerly.
 
This was it. Belle took a deep breath. "I've been here a long time, and I've
never left this house on my own. I would like to take a weekend trip, just by
myself, to the country. I want to relax, get away from the city, and reconnect
with myself. I love you so much, but sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself."
She didn't even have her own name anymore, as he insisted on calling her by the
more elegant "Isobel" rather than Belle. His presence could be so all
consuming, she desperately needed to be just Belle for a few days. She held her
breath as she waited for him to answer.
 
R looked stricken, as if she had asked for a divorce rather than a couple days
to herself. She could see he wanted to forbid it, but was afraid to after his
horrible behavior the night before. His fear and distress were written clearly
on his face, and he wrung his hands pitifully, but after a few long seconds, he
reluctantly nodded.
Chapter End Notes
     Next Storybrooke
***** Storybrooke *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Belle was excited about her trip. She planned to leave as soon as possible,
before R had a chance to change his mind. She had booked a room in a quaint
little town in the country and was looking forward to relaxing and catching up
on her reading.
 
Her door opened and R entered quietly. He hovered there miserably as Belle
tossed a few books into her bag. She wished he wouldn't just stand there, it
was making her feel guilty, and she didn't like the feeling.
 
"Do you need any help with anything,pet?" R asked, trying and failing for one
of his trademark grins. He shuffled nervously, his fingers and thumb sliding
across each other.
"No thank you, I don't need much, I won't be gone long," Belle felt an urge to
comfort him and walked over to throw her arms around him. "Thank you for this."
"It's nothing," he said, too easily. R slid his arms around her waist and
pulled her in close to press against his body.
Belle sighed at the feel of him and then felt a frisson of excitement as he
nibbled and licked her neck. "Oh, god, Isobel, I'm sorry, I just can't resist
you," R worked his magic, and as usual Belle put off whatever she was thinking
to surrender to their passion.
A few hours later Belle stood outside next to a low slung sports car. It was
all packed and there was nothing left to do but go. She had tears in her eyes
as she kissed R goodbye, a long lingering burning kiss.
"I'll miss you," R said, "be good." He couldn't help but color his instruction
with some menace. "Please, Isobel, I know I'm not much, but I love you with all
my soul." "I'll be back soon, love, I promise!" Belle kissed him deeply and
slid behind the wheel of the car he had provided for her. As she pulled away,
her heart was broken at the sight of R dropping to his knees, head in his
hands.
After what seemed an eternity,R rose from his bleeding knees and entered his
mansion. It felt cold and echoing. He quickly grabbed a phone and punched in a
number. " Yes, Dove, she took the black Mercedes." R listened. His face changed
as he smiled,then giggled. "Yes of course , follow her,and if anyone bothers
her,or lays a hand on her," he giggles," Kill them"
Belle sung along to the radio. Feeling both free and guilty. She shook off the
guilt, determined to enjoy her vacation, as a highway sign loomed ahead.
 
WELCOME TO STOREYBROOKE
Here it is she thought, though why crossing this line should feel important she
didn't know.
 
Belle soon found herself checking into a very quaint inn run by a slightly
crabby elderly woman. After signing in and finding her room she found herself
exhausted, and sprawled out on the homely quilt that covered her bed.
 
Her phone rang. "How are you, my darling? Miss me yet?" R's voice trilled.
Though yes, she did already miss him, Belle needed to be independent on this
short trip.
"Sweetheart I just got here!" She laughed. She did love him making sure she was
ok. "I do miss you, always."
After a short conversation Belle felt more secure and ready to explore the
little hamlet.
Belle had spent the afternoon in a happy haze, feeling freer than she had felt
in along time. The little library had been an unexpected treat, and she spent a
few lazy hours there, but now she was hungry. Belle thought she would head over
to the diner for a quick lunch, and then maybe take a nap before going out
again. She was digging through her bag for her phone without looking where she
was going, when she ran smack into someone.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry! I'm afraid I almost knocked you down!" Exclaimed the
stranger. Belle looked up to see a handsome but flamboyant man. He flapped his
hands at her,"can't be knocking over the local wildlife, can I? So few nice
animals to look at in this town!"
 
Belle couldn't help but laugh. The man was good looking, but she didn't feel
awkward. His mannerisms and aura just screamed "gay." She felt quite unafraid.
"That's alright. I'm in no hurry, just exploring your adorable town. I was
about to go to lunch"
 
The man bowed," As was I, dear lady! Jefferson, at your service!"
 
Belle giggled and swept an old fashioned curtsey. "And I am Belle, lovely sir.
Perhaps you would care to join me for lunch?"
 
"I could think of nothing finer, dear lady! Unfortunately, I must run a quick
errand first, but if I may make a suggestion, there is a very interesting
antiques and curio shop on the way to the diner. Perhaps you might stop in
there to make up the time I must be away, and then meet with me for luncheon?"
He cocked an eyebrow comically.
Belle was charmed. "That sounds like a wonderful diversion, good sir. I shall
look forward to your company." She giggled as Jefferson waggled his fingers in
a goodbye and sashayed away. With a light heart Belle set off down the sidewalk
toward the antique shop.
Belle was still giggling to herself when she saw the sign, Gold's Pawn Shop And
Antiquities. She didn't feel there could be much of interest in a shop like
that in such a small town, but she had some time to kill, so she entered
anyway. A little bell above the door jingled merrily as she entered.
 
Standing I'm the doorway, Belle looked about in fascination. the shop was
positively crammed with obscure objects. The proprietor was nowhere in sight.
She turned back around and looked at the street.
 
"May I help you with something?" A bored but cultured voice enquired.
Belle turned around and almost screamed when she saw who was speaking.All the
blood drained from her face as she stared at the man who appeared to be a clone
of her own husband.
Chapter End Notes
     A mystery to be solved , R's backstory, danger, and smut all to come
     in the next chapters.
***** Snowstorm *****
R sat at the piano, his long elegant fingers teasing out beautiful music. He
played his soul, painful, dark, beautiful.The music climbed and clawed ,singing
pain and longing to the rafters; disappearing, unwanted,unnoticed.
"Why do you let her do this to you? I've never known you to be so weak,"
Cruella stood up and walked over to the grand piano," I don't understand why
you don't simply make things the way you want them. Teach the little bitch a
lesson in gratitude." She pulled a packet out of her pocket, and opening it
carefully tapped out a measure of white powder on top of the piano.
 
R stood up,"I don't know," he looked miserable and defeated,"I dont know
fucking anything anymore," He took a slim knife from his pocket and began to
carefully chop and sort the powder. His handsome face fell. "Have you ever felt
you were just sick of your own shit?"
 
"Can't say I have," Cruella laughed. After taking a large swallow of gin from
her crystal tumbler, she rolled a hundred dollar bill into a tube and
approached the piano."I promise you. This will help you forget your troubles!
It's excellent blow!"She inserted the tube into a nostril and snorted up a line
of the cocaine R had mapped out. Sniffing and grinning, Cruella smiled,"your
turn, sweet cakes!"
R stood up and took the paper tube she offered. He expertly snorted up the
three lines, then straightened, his eyes large and glittering. "Dove says she's
behaved perfectly. Her only contact has been with a flaming queen."He bared his
sharp teeth at her and laughed lasciviously.
 
" Then, darling, quit worrying and enjoy yourself, " Cruella stood up and
looked R in the eye while she unbuttoned her silk blouse. " We do have
tonight." She bared her flimsy scarlet bra and smiled invitingly. Looking him
straight in the eye she dipped a long finger into her gin and traced it around
an erect lace clad nipple.
R downed his scotch and strode over to rip off Cruellas blouse.Giggling, he
tore it off and threw it to the floor. R eyed her slim body appreciatively,
already thinking how he longed to hurt it in ways that he would never allow
himself to do with Belle. This little cheating was for her own good, was done
to spare her.
 
"Atta boy!" Cruella encouraged. She grabbed R in a smothering kiss, their
tongues entangling. He lashed out and kicked her long legs out from under her
and landed on top. He was immediately hard with the violence of it and slapped
her brutally across the face, then slapped her again. She could feel his hard
on grinding into her stomach. And it made her crazy with desire. R leaned down
and cruelly bit her neck. His sharp little teeth tore at the tender flesh.
"Yes," Cruella moaned , "Please.Oh God.please."
"Definitely not God, dearie, you might try the other direction," R laughed. He
bit her hard, tasting blood and reveling in the delicious coppery mouthful.
 
Suddenly R stood up, eliciting a moan of need from Cruella."Are you ready to
play?" R asked, then stalked over to the piano to sniff up two more lines of
coke. He laughed snidely and undid his tie. Cruellas eyes widened with desire
as he undid his belt. Her eyes lowered to the sizeable bulge in his trousers.
Coke always did have that wonderful effect on him. It also made him vicious as
hell, but as far as Cruella was concerned, that was just a side benefit.
He pulled out a large heavy ottoman and situated it in the middle of the room.
He walked over to the shelf and grabbed a candle, grinning. Making sure she
watched, he placed it on the stool with a flourish, ever the showman. Bending
her over the stool he nipped her roughly on the neck. "Now, I will fuck you, I
will fuck you hard," he panted in her ear as he bound her hands to the legs of
the ottoman with his tie and belt." He then lit the candle under her stomach,"
I'm going to fuck you until you want to pass out, but if you relax for even a
moment you're going to get burned, you're going to scar your pretty skin. And
I'm going to fucking love that."
R put a hand around her throat, squeezing hard while he unzipped his trousers
with the other hand. He withdrew his hard cock and forced it into Cruellas
mouth, hand tightening on her throat the entire time. He fucked her mouth and
choked her at the same time. He let up the choking occasionally to viciously
slap her face.He grunted as he slammed into her. He'd planned to fuck her, but
her mouth felt so good. What he wanted to, and couldn't do, to Belle, he did to
this bitch with a nasty joy.R groaned with unconstrained pleasure, seeing in
his mind all manner of sick torture. "It's not my fucking fault! I didn't ask
to be made like this!" With every thrust and groan he repeated in his
overwrought brain,"Not my fucking fault," thrust and grunt, "Not my fucking
fault!" The anger just made him more violent.
Cruella writhed beneath him in ecstasy. She slid one hand down below to tease
herself."Pretend I'm her, pretend I'm her and I'm cheating on you," she
panted,She could feel the flame burning her, and it only made her more excited.
R slapped her again and she moaned in delirious lust as she spit blood from her
mouth.
 
Just the thought of his love with another man drove R to a frenzy.
R shoved his cock to the back of her throat till she couldn't breathe. His
balls slapped her face . His hands tightened around her throat, as he grunted
and strained. Cruella couldn't breathe, her sight grew dim,and she passed out
in ecstasy. R didn't care , he kept fucking her dead looking face, thrusting in
anger, tears running down his face. He thrust into her mouth viciously, and
grabbed her by her white hair, he began slamming her head into the floor ,
causing his member to fall out of her mouth.
"Bitch!" He shouted, "why did you..." he slammed her head again. He knew this
wasn't the woman who had hurt him,but his temper could not be contained. He
leapt to his feet and began kicking the elegant passed out woman on the floor.
"You stupid cunt!" He kicked her with all his strength in the head. He kicked
her in the mouth and was gratified to see blood pouring out onto the floor. He
laughed and grabbed her by the hair, "Fucking whore! He was my son too, you
bitch, you fucking whore!" This wasn't the same woman, but she was a good
enough replacement. He grabbed her by the hair again, slamming her head
repeatedly into the floor and laughing madly,"my son, too, you fucking bitch!"
"Enough!" he shouted at himself. He stalked over to the piano and sniffed up
more of the coke then poured himself a genorous drink. Throwing himself into an
armchair he muttered ,"enough".
 
After a while, he stared at the unconscious woman on his floor. "Well, what the
fuck," he unzipped his trousers and knelt down to take advantage of what
awaited there.
 
Guess he fucked her after all. Took his time, too.
Standing up,not bothering to zip back up,giggling again in mad satisfaction and
his hands twitching out of control, R kicked the now cold woman again for good
measure. Striding over to the piano, he finished off the excellent cocaine.
 
***** Gold Dust *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Belle stood there with her mouth hanging open. Her shock had her immobilized.
How in the hell was this possible? She'd heard that everyone had a twin
somewhere, but this was simply not possible.
 
The handsome gentleman looked at her like she was unbalanced ( which she was at
the moment!) "Do you mind shutting the door, dear, I'm not trying to air-
condition the street." His mouth quirked up in a crooked smirk and his cognac
eyes twinkled.
Belle shut her mouth with a snap,"Of course,I'm sorry." She still hovered in
the doorway, unsure and trembling. The shop appeared crowded with all manner of
old objects, and dust motes danced in the golden sunbeams slanting through the
plate glass window front.
"Well, do come in, dearie. I won't bite, whatever the misguided townsfolk might
say." The elegant man fussed with some piece of clockwork, blew on it, looked
up and smiled. Oh my God, those same brown eyes, but without the malice.
Without the calculation, so much the same and yet so very, very, different.
 
Belles heart melted at that smile. It was so familiar, and yet so strange. It
lacked the teasing impishness of Rs smile and yet was so incredibly like
his..How could this be?How the hell could it be? She forced herself to pull
herself together and act somewhat normal.
"Umm, I wondered if you might have any first edition books," Belle stuttered.
It's unbelievable! She thought, how, just how.
"Of course, young lady. I am Mr. Gold, proprietor of this dusty establishment."
Gold came out from behind the counter. He was dressed in a sharp black suit,
unusual in a small village, but he looked very good in it she couldn't help but
notice. His guiding hand at her back felt too warm as he showed her to the
bookshelf. "I have several rare copies here." His breath was hot on her neck.
"Is there anything in particular you were wanting?"
Oh my god, was he doing that on purpose? It was like R was right here with her.
Belles knees felt weak. She had no idea what was happening.
Mr. Gold said, "this book in particular is a very well preserved first
edition," his hand was so THERE on her waist, "of course its very expensive. "
Belle's head was spinning and she stepped away from him as he handed her the
book. She felt a need to put a little room between herself and the elegant man.
He was doing nothing to make her uncomfortable, but the room felt too small
with him in it. It was the same with R, but this lacked the menace of that
feeling, it wasn't oppressive like Rs prescence could be, but it was
overwhelming nonetheless.
"Oh, its w-wonderful!" Belle stammered, thumbing through it carefully. Her eyes
grew wide as she studied the rare book, and she soon forgot anything else.
Mr. Gold studied her as she lost herself in the book. It was gratifying to see
that someone besides himself appreciated such things. She certainly was a tiny
little thing. Beautiful hair,too, though the dark color made her too pale. He
noticed her full red lips. He shook his head to clear away the stray thoughts,
they were unlike him. "My dear, I have a stool near the counter if you would
care to sit and study that before you decide on a purchase."
Belle looked up, startled, to see him smiling gently, "Thank you, that's so
kind, but I couldn't afford something like this." R probably wouldn't mind if
she bought the book, but for some reason Belle didn't think it was a good
idea.She handed the book back to him with a sunny smile. As he took the book
his hand brushed hers, and an electric shock jolted through her. It was so
unexpected, she jumped a little. To hide her confusion she turned to a nearby
shelf covered in small curios. There were many tiny porcelain statues, all
kinds of little animals, small cottages, and itty bitty people. She exclaimed
when she noticed a tiny perfect rose, painted to look marvelously realistic.
"That's amazing!" She held it up and turned it about, staring." It looks so
real, so delicate," her blue eyes were wide with delight.
"Ah yes, that has been in the shop for a very long time," Mr. Gold looked at
her, considering. "I think it should go to someone who will care for it." He
gently took the tiny flower from her hand and moved over to his counter.
Walking around behind the counter he took out some tissue paper and began
wrapping it. "No charge of course. Here," he held it out toward her shyly, "if
you'll have it."
"Oh mr. Gold, you don't have to do that! But it is very sweet." Belle walked
over to the counter. "I'll definitely take good care of it."
"It's no matter at all, my dear. We must welcome newcomers to our little town."
He handed her the small package. "After all, we want you to return, Ms...?"
"You can call me Belle." Belle wondered why she hadn't said Isobel, but then
again, that name had never really felt like hers. It was nice to feel ... well,
independent. "Thank you again Mr. Gold, but I should be going, I'm meeting a
friend for lunch at Granny's."
"Excellent establishment. I recommend the cheeseburgers and ice tea. Please
enjoy your stay here," Gold held out a hand, and smiled shyly.
Belle took his hand and once again felt that shock. It's just because he looks
like R. she told herself. "I'll take your advice," she laughed and headed out
the door, turning to wave.
As the bell over the door jingled again, Gold stared down at his hand for a
moment, then shook his head again and smiled.
********************************************************************
Outside the shop, Belle stopped to catch her breath. What an extraordinary day!
She couldn't quite believe it still, and thought she would definitely be
investigating this mystery further. For a moment she reached in her pocket and
touched the small packet there.
Crossing the street, she hurried down to Granny's to meet her new friend, her
head whirling with thoughts of the charming antiques dealer. Maybe Jefferson
would be able to tell her more about the man. It was only his uncanny
resemblance to R that made him so fascinating , she thought. Still, there was
something so gentle and shy about him, and maybe even lonely.
Preoccupied with her confusing thoughts, Belle entered Granny's without
noticing the large man who stood near a post office box, watching her
carefully. He took out a cell and punched in a number by memory.
Belle entered the bright cheerful diner and immediately spotted the flamboyant
Jefferson waiting for her.
"Ah, darling!" cried Jefferson, "come here and sit." He looked genuinely happy
to see her. "Did your afternoon go well?"
"Yes, " Belle sat down, "I visited the shop you mentioned, an interesting
place."
 
Jefferson laughed , " I take it you met our town monster, then? Did he try to
bite your pretty little head off?"
"Not at all, he was very charming and sweet. Why do you call him monster?"
Belle was surprised.
 
Jefferson laughed again, Belle got the feeling he laughed quite a lot. "Pay no
attention to that, the narrow minded people of this town must like to gossip.
He's the landlord of most property around here, and collecting rent doesn't
exactly make a person popular. He's nice enough, just quiet and serious and
keeps to himself. I think he needs to stop being so alone. I guess that's
easier said than done with some people. With his reputation people avoid him.
He's been by himself for as long as I can remember, no friends, no family.
Quite the solitary gentleman."
 
"Oh," Belle frowned," the poor man."
 
"Enough of sad talk!" Jefferson exclaimed. "Let's get some food and talk about
you. I want to know absolutely everything!"
 
They spent a happy afternoon eating and talking and laughing, but the soft
touch of the lonely pawnbroker was never far from Belles thoughts.
Chapter End Notes
     Well damn, Gold is smooth without meaning to be. Belle is learning a
     little about herself.
     Next we'll see what R is up to.and hopefully learn a little of his
     background. There's a lot to go.
***** Back Then We Were Happy *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
R was back from a meeting that had not gone well, and he was in a foul mood. He
ripped off his Prada jacket and flung it on the floor in a fury. Fuck! He
wanted that air taxi company, but that damned shitpile Killian wouldn't sell.
Vindictively he imagined smashing Killian's face in with a heavy object. The
image caused a sadistic little smile. Well, he would have what he wanted, one
way or another. He always got his own way eventually, always. Ruining Killian
could be a bonus in aquiring the company. He was thoughtful as he poured
himself some scotch. Yes. Perhaps there was a way to ruin the man and take his
company from him at the same time. He took a long drink of the scotch and gave
a particularly poisonous grin. He was about to turn on the sound system when
his cell beeped.
R opened the phone,"Yes? Has she spoken to anyone else? Good. Yes, yes, listen.
I have a little job here I need you for." R listened a minute. "Then bug her
room, dearie," he said nastily. "This can't wait. Yes, her phone and car are
already taken care of. Good. Yes." He closed the phone and sighed, he hated to
leave her unwatched, but there was no other choice at the moment. It seemed
safe enough, but it wasn't good to take chances. Still, it wasn't as if there
wasn't any surveillance on her, if she moved the car or had anyone in her room
he would know immediately. And of course, R recorded all her phone calls. He'd
feel a hell of a lot more relaxed when she was back in her room, though. It
wasn't safe out there for her, she needed to be here, where he could watch her,
lock her up, keep her safe. She needed him to. His hands opened and closed
convulsively at his sides.
He had a couple more calls to make, a couple of favors to call in, and his plan
would be set in motion. It might take a while, but he knew he would get that
company, and ruin Killian's reputation in the process. After what that
underhanded scum had done to R, he deserved much worse. But this was a good
beginning. Only a beginning, the punishment must be painful, severe, and drawn
out. Satisfying.
After his business on the phone was successfully concluded, R relaxed a bit. He
turned on the classical music he preferred and settled into his armchair with a
large glass of scotch. Imagining the look on Killian's face when he discovered
that he'd been beaten, R giggled dementedly.
He went carefully through his plans in head, checking off lists, searching for
weak spots until he was satisfied. He would leave nothing to chance. He knew to
be always several steps ahead of anyone else. He meticulously planned for
anything that might arise to disrupt his plot, and then devised plans for those
eventualities as well. His Machiavellian mind worked tirelessly, picking apart
each thread and weaving them back together seamlessly. Eventually the scheme
was complete, and his head began to droop as the drinks at last combined to
drain the manic energy from him. The glass dropped from his hand, and he dozed.
~~~R looked down with love at Isobels beautiful face. "Don't go yet, love, it's
only 9 o'clock."
"I have to sweetheart. "She glanced at him with regret. "You know I'm
interviewing Mr. Jones today, and the paper won't allow me to miss a deadline.
I wish I could stay my love, more than anything." And R knew she meant it, he
could see the devotion shining in her eyes, a mirror to his own deep love for
her."But I'll be back by the time you get home from the office, and we can
continue with this then. I'm making a special meal for you tonight. We'll have
a lot to celebrate!" She leaned up and kissed him mischievously, gently
nibbling at his lower lip.
"I suppose I can live without you until then," R mock pouted. "But you must
think of me all day! "
" But of course!" Isobel laughed up at him, looking at him with such love, "How
could I help it my darling? Now let me get dressed before I change my mind and
continue ravishing you." She trailed her hand slowly down his side as she
stood, so clearly not wanting to let go of him.
R laid back contentedly, hands behind his head, and watched her dress. She was
so beautiful, in a way that shone all the way from her soul. For the first time
in his wretched life, he was truly happy. Falling in love with Isobel had
changed everything. He was no longer the empty cowering wreck he had been,
plagued by nightmares of his youth. He had gotten his fears and his temper
under control. Just knowing she would be there in the evenings made the days
easier. Their life together was everything he could ever have dreamed of. The
house was filled to overflowing with love, laughter, and belonging. He could
easily believe that never in history had two people so loved each other.
Finally dressed, Isobel leaned over and kissed him deeply. "I can't wait to get
back to you. There's breakfast in the morning room, please eat, you're too
thin." She booped his nose playfully and left their sunny room, trailing a
subtle expensive perfume behind.
R stretched and walked naked to the bathroom to grab his robe. Looking in the
mirror at himself, he grinned. His hair was mussed from their frisky loveplay,
his lips swollen from tender kisses, life was good. Turning around to shuffle
into his slippers, he noticed an object in the otherwise empty wastebasket.
Curious, he peered at it. He thought he knew what it might be and , hands
trembling with hope, fished it out. After studying it a minute, he whooped
loudly with utter joy!
Isobel was pregnant!! He laughed and grinned and cried at the same time. He
clapped his hands and spun in circles. A baby! R couldn't believe it! So that's
what she meant when she said they had a lot to celebrate!
R rushed to the phone and began to make plans for the evening. He ordered food,
wine, flowers galore, everything he could think of. He spent the day in high
excitement, preparing the house, cleaning, placing her beloved roses on every
surface. He wanted everything to be perfect when Isobel walked through the
front door.
Except she never did.
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R woke with a jerk,deep in the night, to discover he was soaked in sweat and
with tears running down his face. He moaned in misery and shakily tried to
stand . After he got his bearings he staggered over to the bar and poured
himself another glass of scotch with trembling hands. He drank it down quickly,
pouring another one . After a while his fear and pain began to turn into
something else, and a loathsome feeling of emptiness began to build in him.
With a sharp snarl of rage and self hatred, he strode into the huge gleaming
kitchen and rummaged through the drawers, yanking them out in his fury, tossing
drawers and utensils aside until he found a large knife.
R practically ran up to Belle's room, cursing darkly the entire way. The look
on his face was quite deranged. Slamming into her room, R began furiously
stabbing her mattress over and over. He stabbed the pillows, ripped them apart,
tore the sheets, threw the glass objects from her vanity across the room,
kicked the walls. Finally, still in a frenzy, he threw down the knife.
R stormed down the hall to his own room. Once there he pulled back a heavy
bookcase to reveal a hidden alcove. Here was housed the digital monitoring
equipment that surveilled the entire house and grounds. Punching up the code
for Belle's bedroom, he flung himself into a chair and spent the remainder or
the night watching old recordings of an unsuspecting Belle.
He slowly relaxed once again, watching the soothing images of his wife
sleeping, reading, combing her hair. All his, kept safe and sound, locked away,
as she should be.
He began unconsciously to caress himself through his pants, saying to himself
she needs me. He palmed his bulge more firmly. The image on the screen changed
to one of Isobel dressing in a nightgown he'd bought her, a long silk
confection. She was lovely in it. Unaware he was speaking aloud R murmured,"She
needs me."
He slowly unzipped his trousers and took his erect member in hand . Pumping it
slowly at first, squeezing tight, he continued to murmur. He watched her slip
into bed, turning on her side and sighing. Grunting and panting he pumped
harder. He felt a wetness at the tip of his cock, a small bit of precum leaking
out, and began to pump faster, seeing her curled up there, absolutely safe in
his protected world. As the pressure built and he stroked hard and fast, he
didn't realize his murmurs had changed to a gasping, "I need her, I need her."
Chapter End Notes
     Things are going to get very complicated and a mystery will slowly
     unfold.
***** What Benefits a Desperate Soul *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you DarkestDearie for your encouragement, you are the best
Belle awoke in her cozy room at the inn and stretched lazily. She had really
enjoyed her time with Jefferson the previous evening, and they had made plans
to meet again this afternoon. She wondered what she should do with her time
until then, and couldn't help thinking of the sweet shy antiques dealer who so
resembled her husband. Who was he? Why did he look so much like R? Why was he
so alone?
She wondered if she could come up with an excuse to visit the shop again. Maybe
she could pick up a souvenir for R. He would like that, to know she had been
thinking of him. She ought to call R today and check in, but a part of her
rebelled against it. She was enjoying her freedom, the freedom to be how she
wanted, without his loving control. He did love her, she knew. And she loved
him... but he exhausted her sometimes. It was like living with a ticking bomb,
always being aware not to set him off. And trying to know him was frustrating ,
he never told her anything about his past, got furious if she asked. She knew
though, that something terrifying had happened in his childhood. She had heard
him crying and calling out during nightmares in the late night. She had so
wanted to comfort him, but knew he would never allow it. Sighing, Belle got out
of the comfortable bed and got dressed for breakfast.
Entering Granny's, the delicious aromas of pancakes and coffee overwhelmed
Belle, and her stomach growled loudly.
"Someone's hungry!" Laughed an attractive tall waitress. "Here , follow me,got
a great table for ya."
Belle sat at the booth gratefully and took a menu from the smiling girl.
"I'm Ruby, Good morning! Would you like some coffee?"
"Would you have any tea?" Belle wondered. "If not, I'll have coffee."
"Oh, sure , we've got tea, coffee, oj, the works! I'll be right back with that
and get your order." Ruby bustled off.
The bell over the diner door jingled, and Belle glanced up to see the very
shopkeeper she had been thinking about. He gave her a shy little smile and wave
and walked over to sit at the counter. He was using a cane, Belle hadn't
noticed it yesterday. Yet another thing about him to puzzle over. Was the limp
something he was born with? Or the result of some illness or accident?
Ruby soon brought her breakfast and Belle set to eating it with great pleasure.
The food was excellent in a simple homey way. Once she glanced up to see Mr.
Gold looking at her, but he colored and looked away quickly. Belle was charmed
by that, he was certainly self conscious. It was cute, she decided. She hadn't
ever known a man to be so self effacing, and of course R was never like that.
He was confident and swaggering to the extreme.
When Belle finished her meal, she looked around and saw that the antiques
dealer had already left. She wasn't sure why she felt such a sharp
disappointment.
After a happy morning spent prowling the little town, Belle headed over to the
park that Jefferson had said to meet him in. Since she was early, Belle sat on
a bench next to a beautiful little pond. A lovely solitary swan paddled slowly
over the smooth glassy surface. The breeze was soft and brought with it the
scent of some luscious bloom.
Belle sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. her life had changed so much in
the last few years. She found herself thinking back to the day she had met R.
It had been winter in the city, and she was freezing. She had only a few
clothes with her, since she hadn't taken much when she left home. She'd taken
off quickly, in fear for her life after the last beating. Her father's drinking
and temper seemed to grow worse by the day. Finally, with no other choice she
had fled in desperation. Then living on the streets, broke, freezing, she had
run out of options. She had nowhere left to run and no one to turn to. She at
down in front of a department store and just sobbed her heart out, letting all
the wretchedness of her young ruined life flow from her in bitter tears.
A soft hand cupped her chin and a singsong voice asked,"Whatever is the matter,
pet? Surely life cannot be that tragic for one as young as yourself?" The man
crouched in front of her, bouncing lightly on his heels. He cocked his head to
the side and appeared almost amused. "Are you in need perhaps of
some...assistance?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, is this your store? I'll move!" The man was well dressed and
obviously wealthy, and Belle felt ashamed and afraid.
"No, dearie, it is certainly not. And unless I'm very much mistaken, you have
nowhere to move to." He appeared to study her, his too wide eyes and knowing
smile unnerving. His hands fluttered slightly, as if he wished to touch her but
didn't want to frighten her. Belle felt he had figured out every thing there
was to know about her, and was now calculating what to do with the knowledge.
It was a feeling she would become familiar with. But she also thought she saw
something broken in his eyes, and he seemed to be genuinely concerned, and she
had been without another human's concern for years. So when the laughing man
offered to take her for a meal, she went. That decision had saved her life. And
changed it completely, into a life she had never imagined for herself. He had
given her everything a woman could wish for, and seemed to almost worship her.
He had taught her how to behave in high society, how to talk, and dress, and
how she should look.
She felt the price she paid was worth it. And he needed her so desperately.
Belle wondered what he was doing right now, was he lonely? Was he brokering one
of his deals? Did he regret letting her go for the weekend? She hoped he was
not miserable, but could not regret this trip. It had allowed her to step back
from her life and breathe. She realized what a fishbowl she had been living in,
and hoped that R now realized that allowing her a little freedom was no threat
to him. Maybe things would ease up from now on, be more relaxed. Belle sighed
again and opened her eyes.
Standing near the edge of the pond was a familiar lean figure in a dark suit.
This time Belle did not let the chance slip away. Hastily she stood up and
strode over to the man, who stood leaning elegantly on his cane, staring out
over the water. "Why, Mr. Gold," Belle exclaimed playfully, "are you following
me?"
Gold turned to look at her, and once again she inhaled sharply, seeing his kind
eyes.
"Not at all, dear," she was delighted to see he blushed. "I am accustomed to
eating my lunch here every day, but finding my usual bench occupied, I did not
wish to disturb you." He had somewhat the same formal way of speaking as R, but
without the flourishes and grand gestures. Instead, Gold was very contained,
almost old world in his mannerisms. "Seeing the same people constantly is a
hazard of small town life," he smiled and looked at the ground.
Belle looked down to see that he had brought a brown bag lunch with him."Please
don't let me keep you from your lunch, Mr.Gold, I was just waiting for a
friend. "
"In that case, perhaps you would do an old man the courtesy of keeping him
company while you wait?" He looked at her hopefully and Belle almost laughed
out loud. He really was sweet.
"I would love to, and you are not old!" He didn't seem old to Belle, who had
never really considered the age difference between R and herself.
"Afraid I am dear, but nothing to be done," Gold chuckled and limped over to
the bench.
Belle seated herself as well. "So my dear, what brings you to our little
hamlet? It's not much of a tourist Mecca." Gold opened his bag.
"I just needed a bit of a break," Belle didn't mention the fight with R." Some
time to relax and find myself."
"Ah, yes, the pursuit of the young. Whereas when you are old, and full of
painful memories, you tend to want to lose yourself." He looked at his hands a
moment, turning the cane slowly, then laying it aside.
"Do you have so many painful memories, then?" Belle asked, touched.
"Not so many as some, perhaps." Gold answered, and Belle thought of R, whom she
suspected to have far more hard memories than his share.
"And are you finding yourself?" The man asked, looking at her with those soft
eyes.
"I'm beginning to have some idea," Belle laughed. This gentle man was so easy
to talk to. They shared his sandwich as they spoke of deep things and silly
things, and Belle never noticed that the time for her meeting with Jefferson
had passed.
Meanwhile, Jefferson strode into the park whistling, on his way to meet Belle,
when he spotted her on a bench talking animatedly to none other than the town
monster. They were turned toward each other, heads almost touching. He watched
for a minute, a huge pleased grin on his face, turned on his heel, and walked
back the way he had come, whistling all the way.
Eventually, Gold stood up and said reluctantly, "I'm afraid I must be getting
back to the shop. I've overstayed my lunch break already. "
Surprised, Belle glanced at her watch. it had been almost two hours! "Mr. Gold,
I'm so sorry, I did t mean to keep you from your work,"Belle said worriedly.
"Nonsense, dear, it does me good to get out of that dusty old shop. And of
course the company was wonderful. How much longer are you staying with us?"
"I'm afraid I have to head home tomorrow Mr. Gold, but it was lovely to meet
you."
"You too, Belle. If you have the time please stop by the shop to say goodbye
before you leave." Belle thought he looked wistful.
"Of course,Mr. Gold."
Out of habit Belle had dinner at Granny's that evening. She was hoping to see
Mr. Gold there, but he didn't make an appearance. She supposed he ate dinner at
home.
"Greetings my lady! May I sit?" Without waiting for an answer Jefferson sat
down across from her. "And how are you this lovely evening?"
"You stood me up!" Belle accused. She wasn't really mad, just teasing
Jefferson.
"Oh, I didn't stand you up, I merely arrived to find you occupied with a very
handsome gentleman and left you to your luck. You know, " he said
mischievously, "if he wasn't so damnably straight, I'd go for that myself."
Belle blushed. "I just happened to run into him there, and we got to talking.
Do you know him very well?"
"Better than most around here. I'm the closest one he could call a friend,"
Jefferson almost looked sad. "He's never had anyone to call his own, not as
long as he's been here. I'm not sure what his deal is, but rumors abound."
"What kind of rumors?" Belle felt ashamed to gossip, but for some reason she
felt it was important to know.
"I shouldn't tell you this, " Jefferson whispered, " as he told it to me in
confidence, and generally I would never betray a trust. But," he looked her in
the eye, and suddenly a silly man seemed serious,"for some reason, my soul, my
heart, tells me you need to know this. It's very important somehow."
***** Nightmare *****
Chapter Summary
     This is a very short chapter that I needed to put in describing a
     dream. The reunion chap will be up next.
R was caught in a nightmare.
 
The sheets were tangled around his legs, and although the room was cool,he was
sweating profusely. He spun around, turning over and over, moaning piteously in
his sleep. There was no relief to be found this cruel night, like most nights
it simply hurt.
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The woods were so thick, thorns dragging at his legs at every step he tried to
take, branches slapping into his face, uneven ground threatening to trip him.
It would be so much easier to go on if he left his injured brother behind, but
no, he would never do that. He may be only five, but despite his short and
unhappy upbringing, he knew the difference between right and wrong.
He dragged his brother along, worried that it was injuring the mangled leg even
further, but what else could he do? In his mind he saw again the car pulling
away, leaving them alone, tossed out, and on the way running over his poor
unconscious twin's leg, mangling the tiny limb forever.
After what seemed like hours of struggling , he sat down and wept. Why didn't
mama and papa want them? Were they bad? They must be, to be left on the side of
the road like garbage. They must be the worst children ever born, undeserving
of life, underserving of breath, as even the lowliest animals deserved. He must
be worthless, a nothing to the world, less than trash in the breeze.
Somehow he would make it through this, he wasn't a helpless baby, he was almost
six. Determinedly he wiped away the tears with his little fists and slapped
away the mosquitoes feasting on his neck.
He was hungry. They must move on, possibly they could find help before it got
too dark. He looked down at his brother, the boy didn't look too good.He was
pale, his ankle twisted, the bone obviously badly broken. The small boy
shuddered at remembering the car rolling over his brothers small leg, hearing
in his mind the loud snap of bone breaking.
He stood up and grasped his brother under the arms, ready to struggle on, to
save his twin.
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R gasped awake.He was shaking, the familiar nightmare having taken its usual
toll. He kicked off the sweat sodden sheets, stood up and stretched. Isobel
would be home today and there was still a lot to do. Deals to finalize,
business to take care of. Also, he couldn't wait for her to be back with him.
He couldnt bear the separation. He was incomplete without her.
***** We are one *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Belle was driving home, her head full of strange thoughts. When she had gone to
say goodbye to Mr. Gold she struggled not to be overcome by emotion. The things
Jefferson told her were overwhelming to her tender heart. She hoped to return
to Storybrooke soon, to learn more and visit with her new friends.
Belle had to admit she was anxious to see R again, it had been only a short
separation, but they had not been apart since that first meeting. It was
strange to be without him. In her mind she couldn't help comparing R and Mr.
Gold, looking so alike, and yet so different in personality. She still couldn't
fathom how such a thing could be.
 
R was pacing the floor in the foyer, talking rapidly on his phone. "And you've
checked the passenger list carefully? How many? No children on the plane?" He
paused to listen. "Yes. Do it." He hung up and continued pacing, so anxious for
Isobel to be home. His hands curled and uncurled spastically at his sides. He
wanted a drink, but didn't want alcohol on his breath when Isobel finally
arrived.
R's phone rang again. "Yes? Yes, be ready to buy the stock as soon as the price
crashes. Get a majority share. " again he listened a moment. " Oh, I can
guarantee it." He giggled wickedly and hung up.
He continued pacing, grinning maniacally. His scheme was set in motion. That
idiot Killian wouldn't know what hit him. R was in a great mood, everything was
working out, and any minute Isobel would be home.
He'd gone to some trouble to make himself look nice for her. He wore a soft
tailored blue shirt, silk tie,casual trousers and his Gucci loafers. He wanted
to appear friendly and approachable. If the homecoming went the way he hoped,
he wouldn't remain dressed long. He couldn't wait to feel her small soft body
again, to plunder her plush mouth. Just thinking about it had him half hard
already, and he licked his lips in anticipation. He picked up a knickknack from
a nearby table and fiddled with it nervously. After a moment he set it down and
resumed pacing, his hands constantly in motion. After what seemed like hours,
he heard the car pulling up in the drive. R quickly ran from the foyer to the
grand living room and settled himself casually in a chair.
He heard the door open and Belle's voice called out,"R, I'm home sweetheart!"
Trying not to run, R strode into the foyer and took her bag. "Oh, pet, I'm so
glad you're home, I missed you so much." Setting the bag aside, he grasped her
around the waist and lowered his mouth to hers. After nibbling gently on her
lower lip, he softly darted his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss.He
licked over her teeth, and Belle moaned deep in her throat and twined her hands
in his silky hair. R's strong hands moved up her back possessively, one coming
to rest against the side of her neck and feeling her roaring pulse. His other
hand roamed lazily up to cup her breast, fondling roughly.When he pulled his
mouth from hers, Belle was panting and her eyes were sleepy. R Smiled wickedly,
it was so easy.
"How was your trip, my love?"R asked, raising an eyebrow playfully, still
holding her around the waist.
Belle looked slightly dazed as she tried to answer, her knees feeling unsteady.
"Oh, it was wonderful, but I missed you so much! I'm glad to be home." She
almost told him about the man who resembled him so much, but for some reason
she couldn't name, kept it to herself.
" And I am very glad to have you back where you belong, my love." He kissed her
again, deeply and urgently, and this time they were both panting when he broke
off. "Come, pet, I have a surprise for you." His eyes twinkled with mischief
and Belle followed him into the living room.
She saw that before a roaring fire, a picnic had been laid out on a fluffy
white fur rug, complete with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries on a
silver serving dish. Belle felt tears come to her eyes at the thoughtfulness of
it.
Belle gave a cry of delight and wrapped her arms around her husband, hugging
him tight. After hugging her back he led her over to sit by the fire. Taking
the bottle of champagne out of the silver ice bucket, he popped off the cork
with a giggle. "A drink, my dear?" At her happy nod he poured the foaming
liquid into a crystal flute. After pouring himself one, he clinked his glass to
hers and declared,"To having the most beautiful woman on earth all to myself
again!"
Belle chuckled a little uneasily. She wasn't sure about that possessive tone,
but she was not in the mood to start an argument. R leaned over and fed her a
strawberry, it was delicious, juicy and sweet. He gently fed her bits of
cheese, bread, and fruit. There was soft music playing. Belle sighed with
pleasure.After a while the champagne had her giggly and lightheaded. R slid his
hand up her thigh, making her catch her breath as he watched her face intently.
He leaned closer and wrapped his other hand around her neck as he lowered his
lips to hers. Belle was caught between the sensations of his clever tongue in
her mouth and his talented fingers working her mound through her scrap of lace
underwear. R drew them off while breathing in her ear and nibbling her earlobe.
"My God, Isobel, I missed you so much, you are so perfect, so beautiful." All
Belle could do was moan in answer as she shuddered and twitched in response to
his roving fingers. She could feel how wet she was becoming. Her hips bucked
against his hand uncontrollably.She sighed and moaned into his mouth and felt
him smirk. His hand around her throat tightened almost uncomfortably. As he
inserted first one, then another finger into her tight dampness she felt her
mind become hazy, clouded by lust. His mouth, tasting of champagne, was
devouring her as his hand worked her, his thumb teasing her throbbing clit. He
was quickly bringing the tension in her body to an almost unbearable peak, her
toes curling with effort, her entire being clenched so very tight,until R
suddenly increased the pressure on her throat until she almost blacked out. He
whispered in her ear,"Come." And she did , the orgasm rushing over her like a
tidal wave, the pleasure leaving her shuddering and shrieking his name. She
collapsed twitching on the rug.
"Good girl," R said smugly, pleased with himself,"now I have a little present
for you"
Belle watched him stand up and walk to a nearby table. She felt boneless and
didn't think she could get up if she wanted to. She watched him pick up a small
box and return with it, standing over her for a minute, grinning. God the sight
of him still made her hands shake and her stomach clench. She could see the
sizable bulge in the front of his trousers, his large erection straining
against the fabric. Belle unconsciously licked her lips.
"Oh don't fret, dearie," he smirked somewhat mockingly, "You'll have plenty of
me tonight," he giggled again and sat down next to her. "But first, open your
little gift," and he handed her the box.
Belle took the box from him curiously and popped it open. She gasped when she
saw what was inside, a gold ring set with a large flawless deep red ruby carved
into the shape of a rose. Two small leaf carved emeralds sparkled on either
side. It was exquisite and she didn't know what to say, so she leaned over and
gave him a lingering kiss. Finally he pulled away and murmured, "Well, lets see
how it looks on, shall we?" He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto
her finger."There now, a one of a kind beauty for a one of a kind beauty."
"Thank you," Belle whispered," I love you."
"As I love you my pet." R surged up against her and used his body weight to
push her down into the soft fur, lying on top of her.He began kissing her
somewhat roughly, as his hands roamed her body, kneading and squeezing her hips
and breasts. He left her mouth to place hot kisses down her neck, biting and
sucking, then pulling open her shirt to suck at one breast, pulling the nipple
into his hot mouth and teasing with lips and tongue the hardened little
nub.Meanwhile his hand plucked at her other nipple, pulling and tweaking. Belle
gasped, already again terribly aroused. His hips were bucking against her,
grinding his hard erection against her, fueling her desire. She felt his tongue
circle her nipple, then moaned aloud as he softly bit with his teeth. He moved
to the other nipple, sucking and licking and biting. Belle thought she might
cry out, it was driving her crazy, his teasing, it wasn't enough.
"Please, please," Belle begged as she knew he liked. She was beginning to feel
desperate. "Please, sweetheart," she breathed shakily.
He slid a hand up her thigh and rubbed it through her wet folds circling around
her clit, making her gasp into his mouth. He smiled as he slipped a finger into
her dripping cunt and thrust rhythmically. "Isobel, you're so wet for me, so
hot." R groaned. He added second finger and Isobel moaned, riding his hand
shamelessly. He picked up the pace with his thrusting fingers, using his other
hand to knead her breasts, all the while devouring her mouth with his clever
tongue.
Belle was so close, then let out a small breathy scream when he suddenly pulled
away. "Take this dress off," R commanded, and Belle yanked it over her head and
started to lie back down. "No," said R sternly, wait."
She watched as he slowly pulled off his silk tie and unbuttoned his shirt,
affording her a glimpse of his smooth lean chest. Belle was practically
salivating as he removed the shirt. "Now, turn around,pet. " He made a circling
motion with his hand. Belle obeyed, wondering with anticipation what he was up
to now. In just a moment she felt cool silk slide across her skin as he teased
her shoulders with his tie, and she shuddered with delight.
"Wrists together behind your back, pet," purred R wickedly.
Once again Belle did as she was told, not without a tiny frisson of fear, as
she felt R use the silk to bind her wrists together.
"There now, " R sounded smug,"Is it comfortable, not too tight?"
"It - its fine," Belle stammered, almost overcome by lust. She heard the sound
of a zipper opening and was already so worked up that she almost came from that
sound alone. R leaned into her, whispering low and dangerous in her ear, "And
are you ready my dear, for what I'm going to do to you?"
Dear God, that growling velvet voice! It reached down inside her and caressed
and tormented her, she moaned and thrust her hips forward uncontrollably.
R laughed darkly, not his giggle, but a deep masculine sound just this side of
cruel. She felt his hands slide down to her shoulders and gently urge her to
lean forward. With R balancing her by holding onto her bound wrists, he
arranged her so that she was positioned up on her knees, but with her chest and
face buried in the soft white rug. Belle turned her face to the side so that
she could breathe. She was aware that with her ass in the air and her arms
bound behind her back that she was in a very vulnerable position.
R soothed her by running his hands up and down her back. "My beautiful pet, my
Isobel," he crooned softly. He knelt up on his knees behind her, kneading her
perfect ass, his hard cock twitching at the sight of it, a bead of precum
forming at the slit. He pushed at the small of her back, arching her ass
further up, so she resembled a cat in heat. He reached his hand under to check
that she was wet enough, and gathered some of the copious moisture to lubricate
his aching member. Grasping her firmly by the hips he thrust forward suddenly
into her sopping cunt, sheathing himself completely, as Belle screamed her
pleasure.
R pulled almost out and thrust back in, holding her hips tight enough to
bruise, pounding into her over and over. She felt like wet silk, gripping his
cock tightly, swallowing him. He yanked her hips toward him, trying to get
deeper, thrusting mercilessly as Belle lost her mind to the sensations, her
head thrashing back and forth. R felt his orgasm building, getting ready to
wash over him, and he reached one hand down and flicked at Belle's hidden
little nub. Belle came with a scream, her velvet walls clamping around his
cock.
In his excitement, R gabbed her by the bound wrists, bending her body back
torwards his so that she was forced to rise off the floor. He slammed into her
wildly, his thrusts becoming erratic, until he felt his balls pull up tight and
he roared as he pulsed, shooting his hot seed inside her.
Lowering Belle gently down, R collapsed beside her, breathing heavily. After a
while, he removed the tie, massaging her wrists. He smoothed back her sweaty
hair, and gave her a deep but tender kiss. "We belong together, my love. We are
one."
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They lay in front of the fire a long time, caressing each other lightly,
enjoying the closeness as the sweat dried on their skin. After a time, Belle's
head began to droop. R gathered her up in his strong arms and carried her up
the stairs to her room. He settled her comfortably in her bed, kissing her lips
and then her forhead. Belle was almost asleep. As he pulled the covers up to
her chin, he just caught a low murmur. "Gold," she sighed.
R shrugged his shoulders and switched off her bedside lamp. He tiptoed from her
room and softly locked her door as he left.Yes she was back where she belonged
and would never need to leave again.
R returned to the living room and checked the clock. Not time yet. He cleaned
up the remains of the picnic and picked up their discarded clothing. Glancing
at the clock again he saw he had just enough time to pour a drink. After
fetching a tumbler of scotch, he arranged himself comfortably on the couch and
clicked on the tv. The late night news was on, and the leading story was a
tragedy. R leaned forward as the anchor announced,"Twenty passangers were
burned alive on a commuter plane belonging to Jones industries this evening.
Officials have yet to determine what started the blaze, which quickly engulfed
the plane before takeoff. Let's go to our man on the scene."
The screen showed an eager reporter standing in front of a blackened burned out
ruin of a plane, ambulances in the background.The reporter began to drone on
about the accident. R leaned back, his lips twitching, then pulling up into a
half grin. Soon maniacal giggles were echoing in the cavernous room.
Chapter End Notes
     Next chapter we will possibly discover what happened to the original
     Isobel
***** Isobel *****
Chapter Summary
     What happened to the original Isobel
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
After leaving the house, Isobel got into her low slung sports car and threw her
reporter's bag into the passenger seat. Putting the car in gear she pulled out
of the driveway and roared off down the road. She was not a careless driver,
but a confident one. She would rather have stayed home with R and celebrated
the news she couldn't wait to share with him. Also she was not looking forward
to interviewing Killian Jones. She had met him a few times before and found him
extremely distasteful. The smarmy wanker always seemed to be imagining what she
looked like naked, and often made suggestive and lewd remarks. The bastard made
her skin crawl, if the truth be known.
However, Isobel was a professional and would get through this interview. She
was to meet him at one of the hangars housing airplanes for his business, she
planned to ask her questions, get some pictures, and get out. She turned up the
radio and sang along, looking forward to getting back home and telling R the
good news. Things couldn't possibly get any better for them. Life was perfect.
She drove contentedly for about an hour.
Spying the turnoff to the hangar up ahead, Isobel signaled and pulled onto the
dirt road. The place was in the middle of nowhere. As she pulled up to the
building and put the car in park, Jones came strolling out through the open
wall of the hangar. Isobel grit her teeth and grabbed her bag, exiting the car.
"There you are, love! Ready to see everything?" He smiled suggestively. Ugh,
this wasn't going to be pleasant.
Isobel pretended not to notice the double entendre. Hoisting her bag over her
shoulder she gestured at the hangar," Shall we find a seat and begin the
interview?"She wanted no small talk, just to get down to business.
"Of course, sweetheart, anything you like." He winked at her and ran his eyes
over her figure. He turned and motioned towards the door,"Ladies first."
Isobel began walking toward the entrance, extremely uncomfortable as she could
feel his eyes crawling all over her ass. Once they entered the building she
looked around for a place to sit, but didn't see anything.
"I have a small office here, we'll be quite comfy in there, love."
Isobel said coldly, "If you don't mind, I'd prefer if you would call me Isobel
and not love or sweetheart."
Isobel saw Jones' eyes flash with anger and his lips tighten, but then he
schooled his face into a friendly look and replied,"Of course, whatever you
like, Isobel." He managed to make her name sound dirty. "This way." Jones led
her into a small office containing a messy desk and a small couch, which he
immediately flopped down on, propping his feet on a table, and patting the
couch next to him.
Reluctantly Isobel sat down and took out her notebook. The small size of the
sofa meant that she had to sit very close to him, which she definitely did not
like. Still, she took a deep breath and asked her first question.
"Mr. Jones, your business has been growing quickly this last year, do you plan
to expand, and if so, will you remain in the same location?"
"We are going to be expanding,"he grinned," and towards that end we have
already begun construction. It will not be at the same location, but we will
remain local and continue to employ local people, in fact there will be many
new jobs created. We'll have much more room for growth there. We already have
one hangar built, and we'll be constructing several more. We plan to
incorporate offices, a restaurant, fuel station, and a viewing port for plane
watchers." Jones smiled with obvious pride.
Isobel was relieved that Jones seemed to have forgotten his lecherous manner
while speaking of his business. "And what other new projects are you planning
in the future?"
Jones looked excited, "We are at the forefront of some marvelous new
technology. For the past few years we have been developing an electric
aircraft, which we believe to be the wave of the future. My business is
environmentally conscious. And," here he leaned forward as if to impart some
secret knowledge, "we have completed our first model."
This news was exciting to Isobel. It was just the kind of hook to take a story
from ho hum to most talked about. She looked at Jones with wide eyes.
"The model happens to be at our new facility, which just happens to be down
this very road." He looked at her slyly. "How would you like to get some
pictures of it for your article?"
Isobel nodded,"That's very kind of you,Mr. Jones, I would love that."
"I was counting on it," Jones muttered under his breath as Isobel went to
gather her bag.
As Isobel was heading out the door, Jones called out,"Ill be right with you,
just have to grab my jacket!" He sauntered over to the coat tree next to his
desk and picked up a dark leather jacket. Shrugging it on, he smirked as he
slid open a desk drawer and retrieved a dark oily looking gun, which he slid
into the back waistband of his tight jeans.
Isobel was standing by her car when he came out. "Do you mind if I drive?" She
inquired.
"No, not at all," grinned Jones. Something about that grin unnerved her, but
Isobel just had to get this story, so she climbed behind the wheel and unlocked
the passenger door for him to slide in. "It's straight down this road, " he
told her, pointing.
Isobel drove silently for awhile, feeling unexeplicably nervous. Suddenly Jones
piped up,"You know, I've known your husband for a time, and I can't imagine
it's easy being married to the likes of him."
"What do you mean?!" Isobel was highly offended."He is a wonderful husband, and
a kind, warm man."
Jones snorted. "Not from what I've known of him. He's a conniving son of a
bitch and ruthless in his business dealings, I'd go so far as to say dishonest
and worse." He scowled darkly.
Isabel glanced at him sideways, furious. "Mr. Jones. I am here for an interview
only, and I will not hear your slander against my husband. Please keep your
ridiculous opinions to yourself."
Jones ground his teeth together and spat out, "Perhaps it's time for you to
open your eyes to what a real man should be, forget that sniveling little
coward!"
"Mr. Jones! I have had more than enough! This interview is over!" Isobel
started to turn the car around.
"Oh, I think not, love,"Killian ground out. He grabbed her hand and crushed it
under his, preventing her from turning the wheel. "Stop the car," he ordered.
"No!" Shouted Isobel, she was truly frightened now. "Let go of me, you
bastard!"
Suddenly there was a sharp hard blow to the back of her head. Isobel shrieked
in pained surprise. "I said stop the car. Now!" shouted Jones.
Terrified, Isobel did as he demanded. She was shaking with fear and hot anger.
She could see the open contempt on his face, mixed with a leering desire.
Jones reached over and took the keys from the ignition, pocketing them. He
leaned over until Isobel could smell his rank breath, and forced his mouth on
hers, holding the back of her head tightly while his other hand pawed at her
clothing roughly.
Isobel gagged, overcome with disgust. She clawed at his face, scoring bloody
furrows in his cheek. She was panicked. Jones let go of her with a roar and
struck her on the side of the head so hard that her ears rang and her head
snapped to the side. Like lightning he grabbed her by her long black hair and
slammed her face into the dashboard, breaking her nose. "Get out of the car,
you bitch. I've had enough shit from your husband and enough from you!" He
shoved her, hard. "Get out now, bitch!"
Sobbing, petrified, and in pain, Isobel scrambled out of the car and started
desperately to run. A loud crack sounded from behind her and something whizzed
by her ear.
"Stop!" Yelled Jones,"Stop right there or I'll shoot you!"
Isobel froze, then, hyperventilating, she slowly turned to look at Jones. His
face was twisted with a murderous fury and he was stalking towards her. When he
reached her he shoved her brutally to the ground, and straddling her began to
tear at her clothes, holding the gun to her head. Isobel wept bitterly as he
fondled her, and as he began to remove her pants, the rage built up inside her
and she grabbed at his head and pulled his greasy hair, then began punching him
as hard as she could. She couldn't get free but fought like a wildcat. She
tried to yank the gun from his hand, but suddenly she felt a huge pressure slam
into the side of her head, like a punch from a giant. It registered in her mind
that she'd been shot. The world appeared blood red for a second. As it faded to
black her last thought was regret that she'd never see R, her true love, again.
Chapter End Notes
     I have always hated Killian. Next chapter will show more about R and
     Belle. Gold will be back soon.
***** Dinner And A Show *****
Belle sat at her dressing table, once again preparing for a party. This time it
would be a dinner party at their own house to celebrate that R had finally
acquired Jones industries. While coaxing an errant curl into place, Belle stole
a glance at R, his slim decadent figure lounging in the window frame. Her eyes
slid down to his pert tight ass, shown to advantage in the custom cut trousers.
R turned to look at her and smiled, a small and thoughtful smile, cold,
contemptuous, and oddly sensuous.
Belle blushed, caught in her open admiration of him. R's expression turned to
one of cynical amusement as he strode over to grasp her by the hair and yank
her head backward. He kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue in her mouth and
catching her gasps in his mouth. He shoved her away," Hurry up and get ready,
we don't have all night." Laughing, He strode out of the room as belle tried to
catch her her breath. His casual cruelty was nothing new to her, but still
could hurt her with an unexpected sharpness.
She knew this dinner was important to him, he'd been trying to acquire that
company for years. Luckily for him the stock had crashed and he was able to
cheaply buy a majority share of the company. Somehow an accident had caused one
of the company's planes to catch fire on the runway. For some reason the door
had been stuck and the passengers couldn't escape. Belle shivered at the
tragedy of it. It didn't seem right to celebrate. The CEO of the company was
ruined, a laughingstock in the cruel business world. He would likely never run
a company again. Dozens of relatives of the victims were suing him.
Belle walked over to the bed to pick up her gown. This time R had chosen for
her a sapphire velvet dress and she slid it carefully on. It was a beautiful
gown and she looked breathtaking in it. She left her room and descended the
stairway to the dining room.
Peeking into the dining room she saw that the caterers had set a gorgeous
table, gleaming silver, abundant flowers and candles. R was nowhere in sight
and she heard piano music from the living room. Belle entered that room to see
R , his elegant fingers running over the keys, playing a song she didn't
recognize. He didn't notice her standing there and she took the moment to study
his unguarded face. The usual cynical look was absent, replaced by one that
suggested deep sadness and secret pain. She wondered what he was thinking of or
remembering that had him looking so very broken-hearted. There was so much
about her husband that she didn't know.
R looked up to see Belle there and his usual cool mask slid once more over his
face. "You look lovely, pet. Come here." He patted his knees and Belle walked
over to him and sat in his lap, running her hands through his satiny hair. He
leaned his head back into her hands, closing his eyes and sighing with
pleasure. Belle leaned down and kissed him tenderly.
"Here, sweetheart, something to go with your dress." He removed a box from his
tuxedo pocket and opened it to show her a glittering necklace of perfect
sapphires, along with matching ear drops.
Belle gasped, "oh, it's lovely!" She flung her arms around him and kissed him,
"Thank you!"
R placed the sapphires around her neck and handed her the earrings. "No other
woman can compare to you, Isobel." As they were once again kissing the doorbell
rang.
"Time to celebrate!" R giggled and leaped up lightly, "Come my dear, it's
showtime!"
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champagne flowed freely. R presided from his seat at the head of the table like
a king. Belle was seated to his right, and merely tried to smile and look
interested at what the others were saying, but had no great interest in
business deals or politics. She was daydreaming a bit when she realized the
woman next to her had been speaking to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that,"
said Belle somewhat embarrassed. The woman, beautiful in a cold overblown way,
repeated her question.
"I asked you, dear, isn't it a lucky... coincidence, that that plane caught
fire when it did?" The woman smiled a very nasty smile.
"What? I wouldn't call that horrible fire lucky!"
"Oh, well of course not," the woman continued to smile," But I know for a fact
your husband has been angling to put Jones' nose out of joint for a while, and
he certainly was quick to take advantage of the situation. Almost as if he knew
about it ahead of time." She raised a dark eyebrow.
"What are you implying?" Yelped Belle, drawing R's attention.
"Regina!" He snapped,"Lets have none of your vicious gossip tonight. If you
upset my darling wife I will be very," he gave her a significant look,
measuring each word like a drop of poison," displeased with you."
Regina smirked but said no more about it.
By the time the party was winding down Belle was exhausted.She had been very
careful to do nothing to anger or embarrass her husband, but all of the guests
seemed to her to always have hidden meanings behind their words, and to
constantly make little digs and innuendos at each other. She didn't enjoy it,
but R seemed to. No one at the table was a match for his acerbic wit, and he
appeared to have a ball making fools of them all. He seemed especially to enjoy
rattling the woman Regina and her sister Zelena. Belle thought them a couple of
snakes, making backhanded compliments to her all evening. After one such veiled
insult R gave Zelena a cold supercilious stare and she snapped her mouth shut
and turned white. She had nothing more to say after that, to Belle's relief.
Just as the last of the guests were preparing to leave, the front door flew
open, and there stood unsteadily the very man whose ruin R was celebrating. He
was wobbling on his feet and obviously drunk. He shouted"You! You crocodile! I
know you did this to me and I WILL prove it!" He started to enter the room but
Dove materialized behind him and grabbed him by the throat, lifting the man out
of the doorway and out into the yard.
"Please excuse me a moment," said R, unruffled. He swaggered out the front door
after Dove, a malicious grin on his face. He'd been waiting for this.
Belle stood in the room with her mouth hanging open, unsure what to do. "I'm so
sorry," she said to the two remaining guests, elderly gentlemen whose names had
slipped her mind. "I have no idea what's going on. Please, let me get you a
drink." She poured the drinks and tried to make small talk, wondering what R
was doing outside. This night had been too much for her, she was a nervous
wreck and just wanted to go to bed and forget it all. She was confused and too
tired to think straight. She felt that she couldn't make sense of anything.
After a little while R came back in alone, still grinning savagely. He took
Belle's hand and tried to reassure her,"Everything is fine, pet. Dove has the
intruder immobilized and the police are on their way. Why don't you go up to
your room and I'll be up after I get our guests on their way and talk to the
police?"
Belle was relieved to go. She would worry about it all tomorrow. She kissed her
husband goodnight and went up the stairs to her room.
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After the police left, with a drunken screaming Killian Jones, R went to the
living room and poured himself a drink. He was feeling very satisfied with the
evening's work. For a while he had worried that Jones wouldn't show up in time
for there still to be witnesses about. The police had their names and numbers
and would likely question them. Of course, R made sure they knew exactly what
to say. Jones was finished, he thought with a sadistic smirk. He had protested
that he didn't know how that gun got on him, but R and his witnesses would
swear in court that Jones had threatened R's life with it. It had been easy
enough to slip the weapon on him while Dove was holding him, Jones too drunk to
notice. So he had taken the bastard's business and his freedom. Just one thing
left to do to him and revenge would be complete. R swaggered to the table and
took a small bottle and tiny silver spoon out of his pocket. Time to celebrate
properly with some top quality blow.
He went, sniffing, up the stairs through his room to his hidden alcove. Turning
on the surveillance in Isobel's room he saw she was already asleep. She looked
sweet and innocent in her bed with the moonlight on her face. So young and
beautiful, his finger reached out and lightly touched her image on the screen.
He sat there for hours, in his tremendous loneliness, just watching.
***** A Diversion Or Two *****
Chapter Summary
     Fun and smut....because you know what's coming
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Belle awoke the next morning to bright sunlight spilling into her room, she had
slept later than usual. She exited the bed, and after using the bathroom and
brushing her teeth, she sat down at her dressing table to do her hair. She
brushed it until it shone, gleaming waves falling down her back. Her mind was
awhirl with the outrageous events of the previous evening. Why had that strange
man accused her husband of doing, well, she wasn't sure what. Just then R
entered her room, carrying a tray of croissants, fresh cherries,and cream. He
poured her a glass of orange juice and waved his hand dramatically at the food.
"Here you are, my darling, a little something to start the day." R grinned
crookedly at her. He sat on her bed, looking devilish in his black silk
dressing gown, his large eyes sparkling with mischief. He looked down at the
bed and back to her with an exaggerated expression of innocence.
Belle couldn't help but laugh at his antics as she accepted the glass and sat
next to him. She took a sip of the juice and then he moved closer, sliding his
hand up her back and pressing himself against her, he gave her a lingering
passionate kiss that left her head reeling.
"I have a little diversion planned for us today, to get you off the property
and enjoying some freedom," R told her, and Belle was surprised and delighted.
"Oh what is it? Tell me!" She looked up at him with shining eyes, so excited
she forgot all of her earlier dark questions.
"You'll just have to wait and see, pet," he smiled as he stuck his finger into
the cream and licked it slowly off. He saw Belle's breath hitch in her chest
and her pupils widen. He knew she would have questions about the events at the
party, and ever the master manipulator, he didn't intend to have to answer
them. R stuck his finger into the cream again, and this time he placed it on
her lip, then gently used the tip of his tongue to wipe the cream off her mouth
and take it into his own, licking his lips. He ran his elegant hands up her
thighs and sighed into her mouth,"I just want to make you happy, I love you so
much." He nibbled her earlobe and down the side of her neck, and Belle shivered
in his arms, relaxing into an erotic stupor as he continued to kiss and caress
her.
R undressed her slowly, tongue trailing over every inch of skin he exposed as
Belle sighed and gasped beneath him. He bent his head down to her center and
tongued a long slow streak along her clit, causing Belle to grasp his hair and
cry out. He circled her entrance with his fingers and lapped at her lazily
until she was twitching and panting in desire. He reached out a hand to the
tray and plucked up two cherries. Popping one into his mouth, he pushed the
other into her soaking entrance.
"Oh, "gasped Belle, "what are you doing?"
"Why I'm saving some for later!" Laughed R, licking at her playfully. He
quickly plucked up two more cherries and did it again, moaning with pleasure at
the mixture of tastes.
Belle loved it when R was in one of his whimsical moods, he could be so sweet
and fun. But soon all thoughts went flying out of her head as he began to
thrust his tongue deeply inside her and then flick it directly on her aching
nub, grasping her behind firmly with both hands as he devoured her. He started
thrusting his hips into the bed as Belle moaned and shouted her pleasure to the
ceiling. Both of their movements became more frenzied , their breathing
ragged,until Belle's toes curled up and she came hard, flooding his mouth with
cherry flavored nectar. R groaned and shuddered and came against the bed in
long powerful spasms.They lay there, panting and sweaty, both of them smiling
at each other.
"Well," observed Belle when she could breathe again,"that was certainly a
diversion."
R laughed heartily, a sound Belle hadn't heard from him in a long time. "That
is only the beginning my lady. I have quite the adventure planned for you." He
held out his hand and helped her to stand up. " You go get your bath, and I
will locate something suitable for you to wear on your journey." He bowed
grandly, and Belle giggled and kissed him, skipping into her bathroom.
The deep claw foot tub was large, and after filling it with hot water, Belle
lay back and relaxed. She felt satisfied and happy. Humming to herself she
closed her eyes and slipped into a half doze. The water was warm and soothing
and fragrant with rose scent. Wait a minute! She hadn't... Belle opened her
eyes to see her her husband throwing masses of pink rose petals into the bath,
smiling impishly. "Enjoying your bath,sweetheart? I'm certainly enjoying the
view." He trailed one hand through the water, lightly up her stomach to her
chest, to pinch and roll a nipple in his nimble fingers. Belle was instantly
aroused, and leaned over to him for a tender kiss.
"You'd better stop or we'll never make it out f the house, and I want my
adventure!"Belle gasped.
R stood up and smirked,"I've left you something on the bed. Come down when
you're dressed." He was looking mighty pleased with himself. R turned smartly
on his heel, and left her suite, still smiling.
After drying off with a large fluffy towel, Belle padded into her bedroom. The
bed had been made and a large golden wrapped box with a bow sat on top. With a
cry of delight Belle rushed over to open it. Inside was a new outfit,
presumably what R wished for her to wear. There was a pair of dark chocolate
riding pants, which when she pulled them on, fit her body like a glove. The
there was a champagne colored silk blouse, also a perfect fit. It felt so light
on her, so sensuous. In the bottom of the box were a pair of very expensive
leather riding boots and a chocolate velvet riding helmet. Belle was ecstatic,
the costume was beautiful and told her everything she needed to know about the
adventure ahead of her. She was so excited she squealed as she headed to the
mirror to braid her hair. There on her dresser was yet another little gift box,
and when she opened it, to her amusement and slight embarrassment, there was a
cunning little pin of gold fashioned to look like twin cherries on stems. Belle
giggled, "Oh R, you are naughty," she murmured to herself.
Sometime later, satisfied with her makeup and hair, and pinning the golden
cherries to her shirt, Belle flew down the stairs, eager to greet her husband
and enjoy a day outside. When Bell reached the living room she stopped dead
still and her jaw dropped. Her husband was lounging insolently against his
piano, just standing next to the keyboard and runnng his fingers lightly over
the keys. He was wearing tall black leather riding boots over a pair of skin
tight riding breeches that took her breath away. They left very little to the
imagination.His silky shirt was open at the neck, showing a tantalizing slice
of lean tanned chest. In one hand he held a riding crop which he slapped
lightly against his thigh. Belle shut her mouth with a snap, and she tried to
swallow, but her throat was too dry.
R narrowed his eyes with slightly malicious amusement. "See something you
like,dear?" He spread his hands wide.
Unable to say anything,Belle simply nodded. R laughed, and scooping her up,
marched out with her and settled her in the car. As they drove out towards the
country, R speeding ,naturally, Belle couldn't help but sneak glances at her
handsome husband. Of course she knew he was aware of it as he always was, and
pleased about it if his smug look was any indication . But Belle didn't care,
she loved him, they were going to the country, and she was blissfully happy.
Pastures began to appear on both sides of the roads, some with large black and
white cows grazing in the grass contentedly. Belle laughed as one of the
creatures lifted its huge head, and lowed at her mournfully. There were barns
too, sometimes three all in a row,the first one all but falling down, the
second dilapidated but standing, and the third new. It seemed as a barn rotted
away the farmers would simply erect a new one right alongside the old. Belle
rolled down her window and breathed in the clean country air, she had not felt
so carefree in along time. R reached over and took her hand. "Isobel I swear I
will do whatever it takes to make you happy, to protect you. You know that."
Belle looked at him, "of course I know that."
"I-its just that I don't ever want you to doubt me. I have enemies who will do
or say anything to discredit me, and I don't think I could live if you quit
believing in me. You're all a have in the world, all that's important to me."
He spoke quietly, with a kind of wary desperation, like he didn't really think
anyone could believe in him.
Belles heart went out to him. Those awful people at the party, the savage
gossips. And that unhinged Jones, R had told her he actually brought a gun to
their house!
"I wouldn't listen to those vile people. And I know you will always protect
me."
His hand squeezed hers and then he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it
gently. Belle put the doomed dinner party out of her mind.
At last they pulled up to a very modern looking barn with a large fenced area.
A sign read,"Three Bears Farm". R helped Belle out of her side of the car and
led her towards the building. Belle looked up at him nervously,"I don't really
have any experience riding horses."
"You don't have to worry about a thing,pet. You will be riding a very gentle
and experienced gelding. He knows the trail perfectly well and won't put a hoof
out of place." R smiled down at her. "You can trust me."
Just then a cheerful looking woman and man came out of the barn leading two
horses. The woman, who had a dark pixie cut, waved at them. She was leading a
small gray horse with huge dark eyes. The blonde haired man was leading what
seemed to Belle a gigantic black horse, a glossy and gorgeous beast.
"Belle," smiled R, "This is Mr. and Mrs. Nolan. They own the ranch and were
kind enough to rent us these horses for our ride today."
"They're beautiful," breathed Bell. Mrs. Nolan took Belle and the grey gelding
toward the paddock to explain the basics to her and show her how to mount and
sit a horse. She led her around the ring a few times for practice.
R spoke to David Nolan, "I trust you have arranged everything as I instructed?"
"Yes, I'm sure that it will all be to your satisfaction,sir," David smiled a
friendly smile.
R did not smile back. "See that it is," he ordered menacingly, and felt a
spiteful pleasure as Nolan's Adam's apple bobbed nervously. He knew there was
no need to be cruel, it was just his nature.
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Belle was enjoying the ride immensely. The trail through the woods was lovely
and she felt a marvelous sense of freedom. Just ahead of her rode R on the tall
black horse, keeping an eye out for any obstructions in the path. He was taking
no chances with her safety. Belle was glad at first ,because his position in
front of her afforded her an excellent view of his ass in the tight pants. But,
try as she might to focus on the beauty of the nature around her, her eyes kept
getting drawn back to the beauty of the nature in front of her. Damn, why did
he have to have such a fine ass? It was beyond distracting. Belle felt a
growing moisture between her thighs and bouncing up and down on the horse
wasn't helping. OK, I just won't look, she thought. She looked around at the
trees, tried to listen to the birdsong. The woods are so beautiful, she told
herself desperately. I'm enjoying the scenery. Her eyes slid again to his tight
backside and she moaned quietly. No, not that scenery! I can't take this, she
thought, look at it! Just look at it!
As the ass in question continued to bob hypnotically up and down on the horse
in front of her, Belle's self control was unraveling. She began to imagine
grasping those ass cheeks in her hands and squeezing, running her mouth over
them, nipping at the flesh. Up and down it went in the tight pants. Belle's
breath was coming faster now, and she shoved a fist into her mouth to stifle a
moan. This was torture! Then she took her hands off the reins and framed the
ass with her hands, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. God, I'd like to just
take a big juicy bite. She felt desperate to touch it. Still, there it was,
bouncing up and down right in front of her face, tormenting her. Belle pressed
a hand against her crotch, groaning and grinding against the saddle. She felt
sweaty and disheveled and overwrought.Up and down went the ass, up and down
went her eyes. She began to think she was slightly hysterical. Could you go mad
over the sight of an exceptionally fine ass in a tight pair of pants? Suddenly
R turned in the saddle and looked down at her with a familiar knowing smirk,
laughter in his eyes. Damn him! The rotten bastard had been doing it on
purpose! He knew exactly what she was thinking, what he had been doing to her.
He looked overly smug, pleased to have her in this humiliating position.
"Damn you and your hot ass," Belle shouted, laughing. "I'll get you back for
this!"
R turned smoothly back around, laughing,"you'll have your chance in a moment
pet. Here we are."
Belle gasped as the entered a forest clearing with wildflowers growing in
abundance, and a clear deep pool in the center. A table was set up with a cloth
and a delicious looking lunch had been set out. R swung off his horse and
hurried over to help Belle dismount. He took her hand and led her to the table.
"Do you like it, Isobel?" He looked at her hopefully.
"Darling, I love it, it's the most wonderful thing anyone's ever done for me!"
Scooping her up once again, he gently lay her down on a thick blanket covered
with bright pillows, and proceeded to do more wonderful things for her.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry, I got distracted by Rumplestiltskin's ass, like I often do.
     The damn thing should come with a warning.
***** Let The Games Begin *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When they got back that evening and he had Isobel all tucked safely in, R
explained to her that he had to go out of town on some business,"I'll only be
gone a couple of days, but want you to stay safe. If you'll promise me you'll
stay n the house, I'll leave your door unlocked. You can walk the grounds if
Dove is with you, but under no circumstances are you to leave the property. I
mean it Isobel. If I find you have disobeyed me there will be serious
consequences." He gave her a flat dead eyed look and Isobel shivered. "Darling,
it's for your own good. With that insane Jones free on bail, I can't be sure of
your safety. After the trial I'll give you more freedom, I swear it." But his
eyes slid uneasily away from hers.
*******************
"Well, you are in a predicament,aren't you?"
R stood over a trussed up Jones, grinning wickedly. They were in one of R's
warehouses, where no one would interrupt them, and he had all the time in the
world to enjoy this. "Well now, are you quite comfortable?" R asked, lifting an
eyebrow. "Are you cold? It's a little chilly in here, would you perhaps like a
sweater?" He eyed Jones with patently false concern, laughter in his cold eyes.
Jones tried to make speech through his gag, but was unintelligible. His ankles
were bound together, and his wrists were tied tightly together behind his back.
"What's that?"R held a hand up behind his ear, theatrically."Can't understand
you, dearie. Speak up!" R smacked Jones hard on the side of the head. "It's
very rude to mumble."
Jones glared.
R strode over to a table against the wall that had a hot plate and tea kettle.
He began making preparations to boil water for tea, ignoring Jones for a while.
After he set the pot to boil, he pulled up a chair and sat down to read a
newspaper, crossing his legs casually. "Oh, look, here's my picture in the
paper, in front of my new company." He showed the restrained man a picture of
him in front of the what used to be Jones' air taxi service. "Says I saved the
company from a dangerously incompetent CEO. Well, that would be you. Wouldn't
it?" R shook his head sadly. "Why they practically call you a murderer. You let
all those innocent people to die, shame." R made a little moue and fluttered
his hands at Jones.
Jones grumbled through the gag again. R stood up suddenly and delivered a
brutal roundhouse kick to Jones' jaw. Jones head snapped to the side and blood
flew. "I believe I told you not to mumble," R said pleasantly."really, there's
no call to be so rude. We are, after all, somewhat long term acquaintances. I
wouldn't go so far as to say friends, what do you think?" R looked at him with
a faux curiosity.
Jones just glared at him again, hatred burning in his eyes.
"Now, now, you don't have to stare at me so adoringly. I'm well aware of your
consuming admiration of me," R giggled nastily."Though flattery will get you
everywhere, and I expect you'll flatter me in every way I deem necessary." He
grabbed Killian by his hair and yanked his head up painfully. "I want you to
pay close attention, dearie, because I have some information you need to hear."
Jones tried to turn his head, but R held his jaw in an iron grip. "Look me in
the eyes."
Killian closed his eyes.
R laughed maliciously and walked over to pick up the boiling kettle. Swaggering
back over to his victim he grinned and poured the boiling water over the tied
mans head, giggling at his high pitched screams." Now," R put a finger under
Jones' chin and lifted his blistering face, "Look at me,dearie," he purred.
Jones looked this time. R smiled.
"Ah, that's better!" R clapped his hands in vindictive delight. "Perhaps if you
behave I can give you something for the burns. But, " he paused, "no, probably
not," another giggle."Now look at me," ordered R in a voice like winter in the
arctic.
Killian looked into his captors' eyes. Huge Madeira colored eyes stared back at
him, the pupils blown wide like a hunting leopards' ,purely predatory. Sharp
teeth grinned at him with savage glee, there was absolutely no trace of mercy
in that face. Jones realized then he probably wasn't getting out of this alive,
and the best he could hope for was to minimize the pain.
"Now that I have your undivided attention, I would like to inform you what will
happen to your legacy, if you do not give me what I consider satisfying answers
to my questions. I have your company in my control now, everything you ever
worked for, all that people will ever know of you, I plan to take it apart,
disassemble your work until there is nothing left. It will be as if you Never.
Even. Existed. Nothing left of you on this planet, you will have become a total
,complete, and utter ," here R leaned in close and whispered in Jones' ear,
"Nothing."
Jones choked and spluttered beneath his gag. He could honestly imagine nothing
worse than being erased from this earth, humiliated for all generations. He'd
worked too hard, come too far.
R went over to the table and picked up an instrument that resembled a thick
stick with a wire coming out one end and connecting to a rheostat plugged into
a wall socket. It had two metal plugs in the other end. "This," explained R,
"is called a picana. It is a design based off of a tool known as a cattle prod.
That tool was used to herd cattle into slaughter. " Here he fiddled with
rheostat causing the thing to emit an electrical hum. "This design was
perfected specifically for the torture of human beings. The intensity can be
dialed up or down as needed, and the torture can go on for a very long period
of time." R stood over Jones and touched the baton to Jones face. The man
screamed behind his gag, his body twitching an jerking uncontrollably, his eyes
rolling back in his head. R waited for Jones to settle again.
"Anytime you give me an answer I don't like, you are gonna get a taste of this
fun little toy." R leaned down and pulled the gag from Jones mouth, but the man
just stared at him sullenly. "Now , I want you to tell me everything that
happened on the day my wife disappeared."
"Look, mate," Killian pleaded, "I don't know anything, I swear! She never
showed up for the interview that day!" Jones screamed shrilly as R pushed the
device into the side of his neck, once again thrashing about spasmodically. R
left the baton in contact longer this time, and when he removed it, Killian had
passed out, blood leaking from his mouth where he had bitten his tongue.
"Let the games begin," murmured R, looking smug.
***************
When he came to, Killian moaned and slowly opened his eyes. He was still tied,
but his clothes had been removed. R stood over him with another kettle of
water.
"If the subject is doused with liquid, it is said to increase the pain from
this kind of torture." R explained conversationally. Then he dumped the boiling
water on the naked man.
Screaming again, Jones vision greyed, and he prayed he would pass out again.
Unfortunately the demonic R once more stood over him with the damned rod. This
time he lowered it to within an inch of the blistered and burnt mans'
genitalia. Jones stammered desperately , "Wait! I'll tell you what happened,
I'll tell you!"
R grinned with malevolent glee and purred,"You surely will, dearie, you surely
will."
He lowered the rod to the crying mans' privates. He had all day, and he had a
wide streak of cruelty, highly refined, as were all his vices.
*****************
Belle was bored. She had walked in the gardens, with Dove trailing behind her.
She gathered armfuls of the beautiful blooms and took them inside to arrange
them. Dove went to the living room to watch a golf game, and now Belle was left
alone, with nothing to do, and she was bored. She took one of her arrangements
and placed it on the marble topped table in their foyer. She took one that was
mainly roses and put it in her own room. With nothing else to do she decided to
draw a bath and relax in the tub with a book. This particular book was about a
man who had gone to war and come home to find his family gone. The man in the
story was devastated and became strange and paranoid. Something about the
tragic character resonated with Belle, reminded her of her own husband, and
also, oddly, of the antiques dealer she had met in Storybrooke. She remembered
his soft eyes, and the tingle of excitement she had felt when his hand touched
hers. She remembered the sad story Jefferson had told her, how Gold had been
abandoned as a child by his family and raised by an unloving foster family. No
wonder his eyes looked so sad, so longing. Belle felt a strong desire to see
the gentle soul again, but that desire made her feel uncomfortably guilty. She
knew her own husband needed her. Oh but if he would just let her know him! He
was so secretive.
As Belle exited the tub and slipped into her robe, she decided that she was
going to make a determined effort to know her husband, to show him she cared
for him. Noticing how nice the flowers looked, Belle decided she would put them
in R's room as a surprise, to show her affection and care. Picking up the
flowers with a smile she entered the hall and then swung open the door to Rs
rooms. She sat the flowers on a table, turning the arrangement so the prettiest
side would show. Straightening up, her eye was caught by a dissonance in the
pattern of the wallpaper. That was strange, it didn't appear to match up. Belle
walked over to get a closer look, a low bluish light came through a hairline
crack. Always curious, Belle began to pull.
Chapter End Notes
     A very pissed off R gets the truth
     Belle makes a shocking discovery which changes everything
     Please leave comments, I'd love to hear what you think
***** Runaway *****
Belle eased open the hidden door to reveal a small room filled wth electronics.
Most of it she didn't really recognize. A screen showed the backyard, another
showed her own room, and they appeared to be showing events as they unfolded
live. On one screen she observed Dove snoring away on the living room couch.
There was even a live feed to her bathroom, she saw in squirming dismay. Belle
hugged herself in a vain attempt at self comfort. The only room not covered
appeared to be R's. Goosebumps broke out across her skin as she looked over the
equipment. There was a chair in front of the screens. Belle seated herself, her
hands shaking. There on a shelf were stacked dvds with dates on them. She
picked up a case and glanced at it. It was dated last week. Belle placed it
into the player with shaking hands, and saw her own image, sleeping in bed.
My God, what is this? Why was R keeping surveillance on her, did he not trust
her at all? This was creepy. Belle looked through the shelf of dvds, tears
streaming down her face, he appeared to have kept watch on her from the first
moment she had set foot in this house. She noticed a disc marked "Nott" and put
it in. "Oh my God,"Belle murmured, horrified as she watched her husband beating
a man with a baseball bat, Belle screamed as she watched him crack the mans
skull with the bat, all the while smiling with satisfaction. She had always
assumed the phrase, "her blood ran cold," was a literary metaphor. It wasn't.
Belle couldn't breathe, she had to get out of this room. She ran to her own
room, to the bathroom, retching miserably. After emptying the contents of her
stomach, Belle slumped down onto the bed. She was shaking all over, nauseous,
not knowing what to do. Crying, she wanted to reach out to someone for advice,
for comfort or help, but realized that, aside from R she had no one. She had no
friends, no family. No one, and oh my a God! Her husband appeared to be a
spying, possessive, possibly cold blooded murderous maniac. Belle wrapped
herself in her blankets and sobbed. Oh God, what if he had actually killed all
those people on that plane? What if those gossiping people were telling the
truth? No, she shook her head, trying to deny the horror, no, no. It couldn't
be, she couldn't possibly be that blind.
What was she going to do? He didn't allow her a credit card or money of her
own. She had no one to call for help. How could she afford to leave? But how
could she stay trapped here? In a panic, she opened her jewelry box and began
stuffing the expensive gifts she'd acquired from R into a bag, maybe she could
pawn them and use the money to start over somewhere. She frantically stuffed a
suitcase with clothing and personal items. She ran back to R's room to search
for loose cash, in his nightstand she found a roll of hundred dollar bills and
a silver case full of pills. There was also a bag of white power. She pocketed
the money and noticed a worn picture underneath. It was creased and obviously
much handled, difficult to make out, but appeared to show R with his arm around
a smiling petite raven haired woman. Just another mystery about the husband she
was realizing she didn't know at all.
Belle hadn't felt so lost in years. Not since R had found her starving on the
streets years ago. She was terrified to leave, terrified to stay. She couldn't
stay, she couldn't think straight, just knew she had to get away. Quiet as a
mouse she crept down the stairs with her bags. Peeking into the the living room
she saw Dove sleeping on the couch, the TV blaring some orange colored maniac
with weird hair. She left the bags by the door and tiptoed forward. R stored
the car keys in the kitchen on a board labeled with each make and model. She
would have to sneak through the living room past Dove to retrieve the
keys.Belle didn't know if she could do it.
Sweating, taking a deep breath, Belle removed her shoes and crept as silently
as possible through the shadowy room. Luckily the ranting man on the Telly was
making enough noise to cover her panicked panting breaths. She slipped past the
sleeping Dove as carefully as possible. He didn't move as she snuck past and
Belle breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the dark kitchen. She didn't
want to risk turning on the light so she tiptoed in her stockinged feet over to
where she knew the pegboard with the keys was located next to a large brushed
chrome refrigerator. It was too damn dark to read the labels, but she knew she
was too nervous to drive a stick that night. She needed to see which car was an
automatic. Slowly, slowly, Belle opened the refrigerator door, allowing a small
amount of light out.
There! That was it ! She grabbed the key, so careful not to make any noise, and
gently shut the refrigerator door. Now all she had to do was get out of the
house without being stopped.Belle knew the alarm panel was located in the
kitchen also, and softly moved over to see if it was engaged. The light was
red, meaning Dove hadn't reset it after their walk in the garden. Belle would
be able to exit without setting off an alarm. Tears slid silently down her pale
face as she contemplated what she was about to do. To leave this man she'd
truly believed she'd loved, her heart was breaking with the reality that she
really knew him not at all. It felt as if the whole planet were tilting
crookedly, off balance, and wrong. Like the rug of the reality of existence had
rudely been pulled out from under her. Belle pressed a fist tightly to her
mouth to stifle her horrified sobs.
For a while she crouched on the kitchen floor and wept for her life, gone so
very wrong, her love, gone so very wrong. How had she come to this? The pain
was overwhelming. At last, a niggling fear for her life began to seep in. She
didn't know what R would do to her if he found out what she had discovered-
- but that was just it, wasn't it? She couldn't predict anything he might do.
*********** "Are you ready to have that conversation now, dearie?" R danced
lightly around the broken and bleeding man on the stained concrete floor.
Killian mumbled and spat blood.
"What?" R leaned down, put his hand behind his ear, "can't quite hear you!" He
slapped Jones. "I asked, are you ready?"
"Yes!" Jones gasped. He spat out more blood. " I'll tell you, and I'll enjoy
hurting you with the truth of it!"
R grasped his hands together, twisting tightly, here at last was the truth. He
had to know it, needed to know it, but could he live with it?
***** Empty Spaces *****
Chapter Summary
     This is a flashback to the week before R found Belle homeless in the
     city, awhile after Isabel's disappearance
R was sleeping fitfully, the moonlight pouring through his window illuminating
the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and the tears slipping from beneath his
long lashes as he dreamed.
 
R was four, playing in the dirt front yard of his family's small house. The sun
beat down on him and the back of his neck itched and burned as he pretended
some broken sticks were cowboys and Indians. His tiny thin legs were covered in
long scratches, and he had a large yellowish mark on his babyish right cheek, a
fading bruise. A cigarette burn mark festered with pus on the back of one soft
hand. He heard a door slam as someone came out of the house, but he continued
to look intently at his sticks, moving them about in a tiny mock battle.
"You are ruining my life," said his mama's cold voice.
"How, mama?" Maybe he could fix it.
"By being here."
The dream then changed and he was five years old. His parents had abandoned
him. His brother had been crippled. He was dragging his broken brother through
the woods. His brother was crying, in pain, begging him to stop.
R felt terrible , but knew they had to find help or they would die out here. He
forced himself to sound cold,"Don't be a baby. We'll find help soon." He had to
be strong, he wouldn't let anything else happen to his twin. Already he had
given his twin all of the meager bit of berries he'd found.He was starving,
exhausted, and terrified. He was also determined to save his twin, even if
meant pretending he didn't care about his brother's pain, or his own.
The dreamscape wavered again, this time he was twelve, in one of the many group
homes he was forced into over the years. He didn't know what had become of his
brother, and could hardly remember him. He'd left R years ago, been adopted,
left his brother to endure alone. R was hiding under his covers, but knew it
wouldn't do any good. It never did. He was small and powerless and had no
control over what happened to him. Suddenly his room flooded with light as the
overhead bulb was switched on. He'd known this was coming when he dropped and
broken a plate after dinner.
"Come on outta there you little bastard. Bad boys who don't show respect have
learn it. Come out now and be a man."
The woman pulled the covers off him and slapped him, hard. He whimpered as she
pulled down his pajama pants. "Time to take your lesson , learn to be a man,"
she began to fondle his privates as he tried to shut down his mind. He could
turn off his consciousness, he had discovered, and endure this. "Bad boy, you
have no respect. You ugly little bastard, no one is ever going to love you."
She laughed as she continued to abuse his little body. It seemed to go on
forever.
R woke up, still crying. He sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest, and
sobbed like a broken-hearted child. He cried until he was wrung out, feeling
hot shame flush his face. He sat there alone in the darkness for awhile. He
felt the emptiness of his life crushing him once again, the cold emptiness of
his life, his home, his soul. There was something essential missing from him,
he knew, something he didn't understand, that he needed desperately. He had
begun to see it when he had Isobel, had almost figured it out, almost grasped
it. But she had left him, was gone, never coming back. His chance of a normal
life gone with her. He let the emptiness wash over him, and when he could take
it no more, he let the cold black darkness come in to fill the empty space.
***** Epiphany *****
Chapter Notes
     An epiphany is an overwhelming experience of sudden realization
Finally Belle stood up from crouching on the floor. She was almost frozen in
fear, but knew if she didn't make her move now she might not have another
chance. She screwed up her courage and stood up, then froze again as the phone
in the living room began to ring. She held her breath as she heard Dove stir in
the living room. The phone rang a couple more times before the sleepy giant
answered it. She listened quietly and heard him say, "Yea boss. Yep all quiet
here. She walked in the gardens and she's been in her room since then. Yep. See
ya soon." She heard the phone being replaced and then Dove yawned hugely as he
left the living room.
Oh God, R was on his way home! Belle ran to hang up the keys exactly where they
had been before. If anything at all was out of place he would surely notice.
Then she remembered! The flowers in his room! She couldn't let him know she had
been in his room! Panic made her vision grey out for a moment. She ran out of
the kitchen and hurriedly climbed the stairs, running into Dove coming down.
"Miss Isobel, you should be in your room. Your husband is on his way home, he
won't like you wandering around so late."
Belles heart was hammering in her chest and she desperately hoped she didn't
look as guilty as she felt. "I was having trouble dozing off, so I went for
some warm milk. I think I'll sleep fine now. Good night." She hurried off
toward her room. Going around a bend in the hall she waited, hidden, until
Dove's footsteps faded away down the stairs. Panicky, she ran to R's room and
slipped the roll of money out of her pocket and back into his drawer. She
grabbed the vase of flowers and rushed back to her own room. After changing
into a silk nightgown and hiding her suitcase under her bed, she slipped under
her sheets and lay there petrified. She didn't think R would notice anything
amiss, she'd put everything to rights. Still she was nervous. She couldn't
sleep for a long time though eventually the anxiety wore her down and she
slipped into unconsciousness.
*****************
R was speeding up the dark highway toward home. He'd left a horribly beaten
Jones chained to a pole in the warehouse. In the end his own cowardice
prevented him getting his answers, and instead of asking questions he'd simply
beaten Killian to a pulp. He just couldn't face reality. Tomorrow night, he
promised himself. Right now he needed so badly to see Isobel. His hands white
knuckled on the steering wheel, he pushed the gas pedal flat to the floor. He
needed to release the horrible tension built up in his body, the mocking words
in his brain, the torment in his soul. Unwanted thoughts were swirling in his
head, thoughts about the first Isobel. What did that mean, the "first". He was
feeling confused, the two women blending together and then becoming separated
in his mind. R felt his hold on reality, always precarious, was slipping away
even more, the unsuccessful session with Jones having brought back all sorts of
half forgotten, long buried truths.He banged on the steering wheel, trying to
hold onto his sanity long enough to get home to Isobel. Once there, he would
have some drinks, do a couple of lines, and then fuck her brutally until he
found sweet oblivion again. It would be ok, he told himself, he just needed to
exorcise this rage and confusion, he would work it all out and everything would
be fine, fine, fine. He chanted it aloud in a whisper, his hands curling around
the wheel as if he could choke the life out of it. ********************* Belle
was still dozing uneasily when she was woken by a noise. She realized it was
the sound of the heavy front door downstairs opening and then slamming shut.
She gasped in fear and brought the sheets up around her neck as she broke out
in a cold sweat. R was home, and by the sound of it, in a very bad mood. Belle
trembled helplessly, would he notice anything amiss? She thought nervously of
the packed suitcase under her bed, then shook as she tried to remember if she
had put everything back in its place in the surveillance room. In her fear, she
couldn't remember. She heard voices downstairs and knew R was speaking to his
associate, Dove. Would the big man mention her trip to the kitchen? Oh God,
what had she been thinking? She whimpered to herself. Belle had never been so
terrified in her life. Heavy footsteps pounded on the staircase. The sounds
stopped outside her bedroom door. Belle held her breath for long agonizing
minutes as nothing more happened. Then finally, the footsteps continued as her
husband continued down the hall toward his own room.
R stopped outside Isobel's room for a few moments. He needed to see her,
desperately, but didn't want to barge in all crazy and wild eyed. He realized
he needed a few moments to compose himself, so he returned to his own room.
Once there, he poured himself a drink and sat down heavily on his bed. He hung
his head in his hands, thoughts spinning crazily in his head. Opening the
bedside drawer, he removed the plastic baggie of cocaine and a hundred dollar
bill. He tapped out some of the white powder and, using a credit card to cut it
up, he rolled up the bill in preparation for sniffing the coke. As he was
leaning over, he spied something in the drawer. A picture. Dropping the bill,
he picked up the picture of himself and Isobelle. He sat there staring at the
picture for a long time, unmoving. At last, suddenly, he grabbed the bag of
cocaine and stalked into his large bathroom. He stomped over to the toilet and
upended the bag over it, dumping the entire contents and then flushing.
Clutching the old photograph,he stalked out of his room, down the hall, and
stopped once more outside of Isobel's door. He felt a momentous weight hovering
over him, a sense of a tidal wave about to break over him. Wether it would
drown him or not he didn't know. Something was teetering in his mind.
Quietly, carefully, he eased open the door. Softly, R tiptoed, feather light,
to stand at the foot of her bed and gaze at her. She was so beautiful, so young
and innocent. A wall began to crumble somewhere deep in his mind. She looked so
small. She looked...she looked...she looked like a homeless child, curled up
under the covers, afraid and at the mercy of a monster. Just as he himself had
been.
The wall in his mind which kept out old thoughts began to tumble down faster,
long held fortifications cracking open. Memories came pouring out. Memories of
all the little cruelties he had inflicted on her, his Isobel. All the little
pinches and shoves, the mind games and nasty little remarks. The sarcastic put
downs, the sexual games to unbalance her. The constant need to dominate and
keep her down. The way he forced her to dye her hair, to dress a certain way.
The rage he sometimes felt towards poor Isobel...because, because...because she
WASN'T Isobel. It hit him like a blow to the solar plexus. He didn't even know
this girl, only who he had forced her to become. The wall crumbled apart
completely. R sank to the floor, his legs giving out. What had he done? This
poor child, this poor girl. Oh lord, what had he done? He rubbed his fingers
anxiously over the old photo, appalled at himself, shaking.
R began to weep silently, his shoulders shaking. He whispered, "I'm sorry. You
didn't deserve any of this. I'm so sorry."
Under the covers, Belle heard him weeping, and her soft heart couldn't take it.
"R," she called softly, "what is it?"
R startled. "Oh sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you." He rose from the floor
and walked over to sit nervously on the bed. "I've just realized how badly I've
treated you. For so long.There are no words to tell you how sorry I am." His
head hung down, his face hiding behind a curtain of hair, too ashamed to look
at her. "I know I've said this before, and of course you don't believe me. Why
should you? I'm a truly terrible man."
Belle saw a tear fall from his hidden face to land on her outstretched hand.
She lifted her hand to his face and brushed back his soft hair, laying her palm
on his cheek, and his eyes fluttered shut.
"My darling Belle, I would do anything to make it up to you." His eyes pleaded
with her, and they were so dark, so sad.
"Do you mean it this time? Or are you just going to go back to your old ways?"
Belle watched his eyes, large and liquid and shattered. Golden flecks and pain
lived there.
"I do mean it precious. I'll take you on a trip, anywhere you want to go. We'll
travel the world, see all the most beautiful places. I'll never be such a
bastard again, I promise you!" His velvety voice begged and cajoled.
"All I want is my freedom. I want to come and go as I please, I want to go
where I want, without constant questions or being made to feel it's wrong. I
want to have friends. I want to never be locked in again. Can you promise me
that? That I'll be free?"
R looked at her, but his eyes slid away. "Of course, of course! Anything you
want, anything!" But he would not meet her gaze. His hands writhed miserably
over one another.
Belle knew he was lying. She thought about the surveillance room and what she
had seen. She thought about the plane accident that had so benefited him. She
shivered. Nothing had changed, but she had to play along. She took his hand and
said simply," Thank you."
R wanted to hold her, but he would not subject her to his foulness. Instead he
whispered, "Good night, and you'll see, everything is going to be different."
He stood up, gave her a small crooked grin, a little shaky, and left her room,
shutting the door behind him softly.
Once again he stood there for a while, hands fluttering around his pockets. He
put two long fingers in his right pocket and drew out a key. He would be gone
tomorrow to the warehouse, he wanted to know she was safe. He looked at the
lock. Finally, he sighed, turned away, and put the key back in his pocket,
leaving her to her freedom.
Belle, having listened to him lingering outside her door in the dark, sighed
with relief. As she was once more drifting off she realized something with a
start. For the first time ever, R had called her Belle.
***** One More Nail In The Coffin *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this took so long. There's a lot happening here.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Belle woke up so early that her room still had the shine of moonlight in it. It
was time to get going, but she was so tired. Tossing and turning in fear all
night had not left her rested, and she slept again. When next she woke sunlight
filled the room. Gasping, she roused herself out of bed and tiptoed to her
door, holding her breath. There was no point in trying to escape if her door
was locked. Terrified, she slowly tried the knob, praying silently, and gasped
to find out it turned. Maybe he had forgotten to lock her in last night, or
maybe he had taken temporary pity on her. She didn't know, but she did know she
needed to take advantage of the situation quickly. Before it changed. She ran
into her bathroom, splashing water on her face, tying her hair back. Rushing to
her closet she quickly dragged on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Jamming her
feet into a pair of tennis shoes, she then leaned down and grabbed her packed
suitcase from under her bed.
It was time to go. She briefly thought about the cash in R's bedside drawer,
but decided she wouldn't steal from him, she would break it off clean. Belle
crept down the stairs holding her breath, through the empty living room,
through the kitchen.Entering the expansive garage, Belle tried to decide which
expensive car to take. She soon realized she couldn't take any of them. It wa
quite likely they all had a tracking device implanted on them. Also, she
couldn't risk the noise of the garage door.. Frightening as it was, she would
have to start over on her own. Slowly she tiptoed back through the foyer, and
out the front door for the last time.
In a short time Belle was on the road, hurrying away from the manor and the
life of the man that she had mistakenly thought had saved her from pain and
isolation. Rolling her bag along behind her, Belle hurried up the road,
terrified that at any minute R would catch her. She wished she had left
earlier, but with no alarm clock she had slept later than she wished to.
Soon Belle heard a car approaching from behind, and her heart leapt into her
throat. Heart pounding,she turned around to look, it was a battered yellow bug,
not one of R's gleaming prizes. The car slowed and pulled over next to her.
The car's window rolled down and an attractive young blonde stuck her head
out."Hey, you look like you could use some help. You wanna ride?"
"Oh, please, thank you!" Belle felt relief wash over her. Maybe she would make
it after all. She hurried around to the passengers' side and pulled her small
suitcase in after her.
"So where you headed?" The blonde looked at her like she knew what was going
on, but didn't ask.
"Storybrooke," said Belle decisively, slamming the dented door.
**********************
R had almost reached the warehouse. He'd left early that morning, before Belle
woke. He'd decided after a miserable tearful night of regret that things would
have to change, that he would have to change. The guilt and shame of what he
had done to Belle weighed on him like the weight of the universe itself. At the
same time the loss of Isobel felt like it was shattering his soul all over
again. For now, all he could do was keep moving forward, and try not to think.
He had a task to do, a wrong to right. Maybe, maybe he could still save
himself.
He pulled up to the warehouse and parked the car crookedly. His hands shook and
fluttered as he walked toward the building and unlocked the door with some
difficulty. Slumping into the large room, he saw that Jones was conscious and
glaring at him with hatred. R went over to the nearby table and poured a glass
of water from a pitcher placed there. His hands shook so violently that he
spilled some on the floor. Without a word he stalked over to the prisoner and
held it to his lips. Jones clamped his lips together and turned his head.
R laughed bitterly,"It's not poisoned, dearie, but suit yourself." He then
withdrew a key with his long fingers and walked around behind Jones. A second
later the chains fell and he reappeared in front of Killian. Using a knife he
cut the ropes binding Jones' wrists.
"Go," he said simply, pointing toward the exit.
"What," Jones said stupidly.
"I'm letting you go. I'm done with this. Anything you could say doesn't matter
anymore, she never loved me."
R stood with his hands clasped together around the knife to hide their shaking,
head bowed and teeth ground together in overwhelming grief.
Jones rubbed his wrists and arms, getting the circulation back. He carefully
stood up and stretched his limbs, testing his strength. Looking at his enemy
with hatred he then glanced toward the door and eased himself carefully past R,
ready to run if need be. He didn't know what had changed, but his nemesis
looked broken, shattered even. Jones couldn't resist rubbing salt in whatever
wound was torturing the man.
"She did love you, you know."
R looked up at him from under a curtain of hair, pain plain to see in his eyes,
and Jones smirked. "She came to interview me that day. She looked beautiful, so
beautiful that I couldn't resist her."
R's eyes began to show fury, and Killian laughed maliciously, ready to twist
the knife.
"Oh no, you needn't be jealous, she didn't want me. As I said she loved you.
She always loved you."
"B but," stammered R, "then what...?"
Jones laughed again, enjoying the man's pain and confusion. "That's the good
part. I decided to have her anyway, drove her out to the middle of nowhere." He
watched with glee as the tension mounted on R's desperate face. "Unfortunately
she put up a fight. I shot her." He laughed as all the blood drained from his
enemy's face and the man staggered.
"I shot the bitch and left her to die on the road like a pile of garbage! Left
her bleeding all over the road like a stuck pig!" He gloated as he watched
realization, terrible pain, loneliness and despair wash over R's expressive
face. Jones had his triumph at last, and he was loving it. "She's never coming
back, you asshole, and she loved you! She actually loved you!"
Jones was laughing so hard that he missed the lightning fast motion as R leapt
forward, screaming anguish, and raising the knife, slit Jones' throat open from
ear to ear.
Blood pouring out from the gaping wound, Jones slumped forward and fell dead to
the concrete floor. R was able to feel nothing, no triumph, no grief,
absolutely nothing. It was if his heart had been turned to ice. Robotically he
went over to the worktable and picked up a can with a spout attached. He
jerkily walked around the room and splashed gasoline around its borders.
Returning to the body of Jones, flat eyed, he poured the remaining gas over the
corpse. Still without expression he withdrew a matchbook from his pocket, lit a
match, and tossed it onto the body. With a whoosh the flames caught and grew, a
smell of cooking meat rolling out nauseatingly. R turned and walked out of the
building without a backward glance. There would be no saving himself.
*******************
Belle could feel the blonde woman glancing sideways at her , curiously. The
woman finally said, "I'm Emma. I don't usually pull over for hitchhikers"
"I really appreciate it," said Belle nervously. "I'll pay you back somehow."
"Don't worry about it, you look like you you could use a little luck on your
side."
Belle said under her breath," You have no idea."
Emma was quiet for awhile and then said gently, " I'm a pretty good judge of
character, and I also have a long experience of running away. If I had to
guess, I'd say you're a decent person who's trying to escape something."
Belle wondered how much she could tell this stranger. She was wary, but she
also desperately needed someone to confide in, and Emma seemed sympathetic.
The wind through the open windows blew through the car, whipping the womens'
long hair around. Every mile that went by helped Belle to feel safer. Finally
she admitted, " I'm trying to get away from my husband. He.. he's c-
controlling" she managed. "He has a bad temper."
Emma looked angry,"Figured it was something like that. It usually is."
"He's not a bad man," Belle rushed to say," he's just very troubled."
Emma looked extremely skeptical, but didn't say anything.
"Anyway, I've been to Storybrooke before, and thought I could stay there
awhile" Belle finished rather lamely.
Emma was quiet for a time, thinking. "Do you have any money? A place to stay?"
Belle admitted,"No, not really. I had to leave in kind of a hurry, and I'm
scared he'll find me. Oh, I don't know what to do! The only thing of value I
have is my jewelry." Belle started to cry.
This story was familiar to Emma, having been through it herself. Growing up in
group homes, she had run away several times. Emma knew of someone who might be
able to help, but she didn't want this woman to go from the frying pan to the
fire.
Belle sobbed, her breath hitching as she struggled to get her emotions under
control.
Finally Emma said reluctantly,"I think I know someone who can help you. He can
give you money for your jewelry, lease you a place to stay. Also, nobody is
going to hurt you if you're under his protection. Just keep your emotional
distance. He's ... not friendly. But he owes me."
"Thank you, thank you so much," gasped Belle. They passed the sign she had seen
before, "Welcome to Storeybrook" and once again she had that odd feeling of
importance, of coming home.
They drove into town and down main street. Belle felt excited for some reason
she couldn't name when Emma parked in front of a familiar pawnshop.
"This is the guy I told you about. I think I'll be able to get him to help you.
Don't let his attitude scare you off."
"No," Belle breathed, "I've met him before. He's very nice."
Emma glanced at Belle like she'd lost her mind. "Ooookay. Come on." They
entered the store.
**********************
Gold heard the bell over the front door ring and came out of the back room. He
really wasn't in any mood to deal with any of the tiresome townsfolk today. He
looked up to see Emma Swan, and started to say, grumpily,"Miss Swan, what can
I..." His voice failed him as he noticed who was with her. Belle. He hadn't
been able to get the beauty out of his mind since she'd left.His hands clutched
the handle of his cane convulsively. He'd thought to never see her again, yet
here she was, in his shop. He couldn't speak. His breath was short, and his
heart stuttered in his chest.
Emma couldn't figure out what was going on. She was just opening her mouth to
demand her favor from Gold when Belle burst out,"Mr. Gold! I'm in trouble,
please I need your help!"
Emma watched in shock as Gold limped over to Belle and gripped her shoulder
with one hand as if checking to see if she was real. "Of course I'll help you!"
He said, voice full of emotion.
"Well," thought Emma,"will wonders never cease."
************************
R stood in front of the burning warehouse, watching impassively, smoking a last
cigarette. The heat from the burning building illuminated his face and blew
back his hair. Finally he dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and pulled
out the bloody knife he'd used to kill Jones. He lifted the knife slowly,
resting its sharp edge against his own throat. Time to get this over with. Time
to end this worthless life. He didn't feel sorry for himself, but he did feel
regret.
His cell phone rang just then, startling him. He started to ignore it, but
pulled it out and looked at the number. It was Dove. R punched a button," What
is it man, I'm busy." That was an understatement.
"Sir," Dove started nervously," something has happened."
"Well, tell me, Dove. I've things to do."
"Sir, I don't know how to tell you this, but your wife is missing. When she
didn't come out of her room today I went to check on her. She's gone."
Overwhelmed by a horrible sense of deja vu, R dropped the knife. The blood
drained from his head so quickly that he almost passed out. Not again, oh God
not again. He had entered a nightmare. Gripping the phone so hard it cracked,
he struggled to speak. Finally he ground out, "Find her. Find her now or you're
a dead man."
*******************
Dove hung up the phone. He knew his employer well enough to know his last
statement was no idle threat. He would find the woman. First thing to do was
check the video records. Dove lumbered up the stairs and entered the secret
room in his employer's room. He brought the video back to early that morning
and saw on the tape the wife pulling a suitcase from under her bed and leaving
her room. Switching to the recording from the foyer camera he observed her
leaving through the front door. Dove then brought up the street view and saw
her trudging down the road, pulling her bag behind her.
Watching the street video a while longer, he stopped the video when a yellow
car appeared on the screen. Manipulating the image, Dove zoomed in on the
liscence plate, he wrote down the numbers. After a quick call, Dove left the
room. Stopping in the kitchen for car keys, he entered the garage. Dove chose a
fast car, buckled in, and headed for Storybrook.
Chapter End Notes
     Oh, God, R, I'm so sorry baby.
***** Almost Gone *****
Gold couldn't believe his luck, he had been dreaming of this woman since he
last saw her. His soulful amber eyes drank in every detail of her - her petite
form, her lovely face, and her shining chestnut hair. He had to get himself
under control before he made a fool of himself. He didn't even know this girl.
She surely wouldn't appreciate an old lame bastard like him staring at her!
Belle for her part couldn't take her eyes off the man who appeared to be a
kinder, more self contained doppelgänger of her own husband. She seemed to feel
warmth through her shirt where his hand gripped her shoulder gently. She
blushed and gazed into his eyes.
Emma, uncomfortable at this odd display, cleared her throat, and the two sprang
apart. "Um, well, I guess I'll be going. Thanks for your help, Gold. Belle, if
you need anything let me know." Emma hurried through the door thinking, That
was really weird.
"What's happened?" Gold asked, concern obvious on his face. He wanted to help
this woman, for some reason, felt he had to protect her. "Tell me, sweetheart,
I can help you." He tugged on her hand gently, leading her to the back room.
"Here, sit." He pointed to a narrow bed. "I'll make you some thing to drink."
Belle watched him as he fussed with a tea kettle. She still couldn't get over
how exactly he looked like her husband.As she observed him, however, she began
to notice tiny differences. Not just the limp, but the entire way he moved was
different from R. Where R's movements were light and quick, always seeming
about to fly out of control, Gold was deliberate, smooth, like a performer on
stage. He displayed none of R's manic energy, yet they both possessed that same
liquid grace. Golds hands didn't flutter about like birds, either, but were
rather almost languid. His manner made Belle feel peaceful rather than on edge,
and she relaxed a little.
Gold brought her a cup of tea, and then, because he could carry only one at a
time due to the cane, limped back over to fetch his own. At last he settled
next to her and gazed at her with his gentle brown eyes. "Now dear, tell me
what is the matter, and what you are running from. I promise I will do all in
my power to help you."
His genuine kindness caused Belle to feel slightly unbalanced. There was no
teasing in his tone, no mockery. He didn't seem to be seeking anything from her
either, neither validation or reassurance. He was simply and plainly concerned.
It was slightly odd, as this sincere and very simple emotion was not something
Belle was used to. With R there were always several meanings to any
interaction. Belle took a sip of her tea as she tried to calm her nerves and
pull herself together. Gold sat gazing at her patiently, not pressuring her in
any way. Eventually he tentatively reached out a hand and laid it overtop hers,
and that caring gesture seemed to open the emotional floodgate for Belle.
Belle put down her teacup and held her head in her hands as she began to sob.
She just couldn't be strong one minute longer, and all her pent up sorrow and
confusion came pouring out. Gold moved closer and laid an arm around her
shoulder as he stroked her hair and murmured comforting sounds.
Belle wept on his shoulder, slowly becoming aware of the warmth radiating off
his body. She felt his breath on her neck as he whispered soothing nonsense in
her ear, felt his strong arm around her, and his gentle hand in her hair. She
felt a heat low in her belly, spreading up to cause her face to flush. Oh no,
why was she having this completely inappropriate response to his innocent
efforts to comfort her. Belle quickly pulled away, embarrassed.
Gold was startled at her abrupt drawing away, and felt he had certainly
overstepped her boundaries. "I'm sorry," he apologized at once. "Here," he
pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to the soggy woman. He thought she
looked beautiful with the teardrops trembling like crystals on her long lashes,
and her eyes were the most amazing shade of blue. Stop it, he ordered himself,
your ridiculous fantasies are the last thing this poor woman needs right now.
"Are you ready to talk?" Gold asked softly. "If not, take your time, there's no
hurry at all." He wouldn't pressure her, but he desperately wanted to know what
had her so miserable, and just as desperately wanted to fix it.
"I'm ready," Belle said, sniffling. "You've been so kind to me.Thank you." And
this time she put her hand on his. She looked into his warm amber eyes, so open
and kind, and she told him everything.
**************************
R paced the floor of the destroyed and dark living room, glass crunching under
the soles of his expensive loafers. After hearing from Dove he had sped all the
way home, dangerously unable to see with the tears of fear and frustration
clouding his vision. When he arrived in the mansion and Dove still hadn't
called, he lost all control. Without bothering to turn on the lights he began
smashing and throwing everything he could reach. Now that there was nothing
left to break he was reduced to pacing back and forth, his rage and fear
crawling over his body like biting ants, tormenting him.
It was as if he were being forced to relive that horrible day that Isobel, the
love of his life, had disappeared, and it was making him crazed. He howled his
frustration and stalked into the kitchen, where he began systematically
smashing everything breakable in that room. It was unbearable! He needed to
know what happened to her! If he could just know that she was safe, that was
all he needed. He stopped his rampage and hung his head, his curtain of hair
swinging slightly from his heaving breaths. If she would just turn out to be
all right, if she had gone on purpose, he would let her go. He would let her go
to live whatever life she wanted. Once he made sure she was safe and happy, he
would set her free and then he would finish what he had started in the
warehouse parking lot. Belle would be happy and he would at last be free from
all this overwhelming pain.
*************************
Gold held Belle carefully. She was exhausted after telling him her story and
felt like she could sleep for days. Gold looked at her and easily read the the
look on her face. "Come on, you're going to stay at my house tonight. I have
plenty of rooms, and you're far too worn out to worry about any of that now."
Belle really was wrung out, emotionally and physically, and she felt she could
trust this man, though she barely knew him. "Ok, just for tonight. I really
can't thank you enough for all this. I'm so sorry to come here, someone you
hardly know, and lay all my problems at your door."
"Nonsense dear, I've hardly been the best of men in my life. Perhaps this will
earn me some good karma."
Belle didn't believe him for a minute. She knew he was a good man, only doing
this without some payoff in mind.
"There we are, " announced Gold with a shy smile. "Come, my dear." He led her
with a comfortable hand on her lower back, making her feel safe. "My car is
right over here." He opened the passenger side door for Belle and waited until
she was comfortably seated before shutting the door. Opening the back door he
settled her luggage into the back seat, and then limped over to the drivers
side and slid in, placing his cane between them. "When we get to the house I'll
fix us a little something to eat. Things always seem a bit better on a full
stomach." He turned his gentle smile on her again, and Belle sighed. She was
feeling safer and better already.
They rode in companionable silence for awhile, Belle studying Gold out of the
corner of her eye. She hadn't mentioned to him the almost perfect resemblance
he bore to her husband, feeling that was a complication she just wasn't able to
get into yet. Also, she was a bit airhead might think her delusional. The
resemblance was staggering, although He wasn't a perfect copy of R. Besisides
the limp and the more languid mannerisms, he was a bit heavier, a bit more
solid looking. His hair was shorter, and he lacked the aura of menace that R
had. All in all, Belle decided, he was a thoroughly attractive and kind man,
and she would have to keep a tight reign on her emotions around him. The very
last thing she needed was to get involved with someone else. It was time she
learned to live with herself.
Gold was gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. Belle's
story had upset him, and he didn't know what to do about it. It wasn't his
place to interfere in a couple's marriage, but he wanted to help her. He would
let her stay the night (and didn't know how he would manage to sleep knowing
she was right there, under the same roof) and then tomorrow he would help her
get set up on her own. Then he was determined he would leave her alone, until
and if she decided on her own that her marriage was over. Perhaps then... no he
was being ridiculous, she would never have any interest in someone like him.
She was young, gorgeous, and vibrant. And by her own account her husband was
wealthy, successful, and wildly attractive. He shook his head. Best to get such
far fetched ideas out of his head now. He had been alone all his life and he
was used to it. Getting his hopes up now would only lead to heartbreak.
********************
Dove swore bitterly to himself as he heard the steady thump, thump, thump of a
flat tire. He pulled to the side of the country highway and got out of the car.
Sure enough the right rear tire was flat. It was already getting late and by
the time he got the tire changed and made it to Storybrooke, it would be too
late to look for his employers wife. He pulled out his cell phone to call the
man, and he dreaded the conversation. His boss was going to be very unhappy.
Dove knew his boss was volatile and dangerous, but he was utterly loyal to the
man. R had saved his life many many years ago, given him a place to stay, and a
means to make a good living. Dove knew if he hadn't left the life of a
mercenary soldier when he did that he would by now be dead either in body or
soul. So while he didn't relish the upcoming confrontation, he would never
betray his employer. The man had treated him with compassion when the whole
world saw Dove as nothing more than a monster. To Dove, flawed as his boss
might be, he was family.
The huge man punched in the number, his hand trembling somewhat. After only one
ring the phone at the other end was snatched up.
"Have you found her?" R asked breathlessly, his voice shaking.
"I'm so sorry, boss, there's been a little problem. One of the tires blew out.
I have a spare and I'll fix it right away, but it'll be nighttime by the time I
reach her. I know where she is however, and I believe she's safe."
"What? How do you know that? If anything happens to her, anything at all, I'll
kill you myself." R's voice was quiet and deadly, he meant every word.
"Don't worry, boss," Dove reassured him,"I know how important this is to you. I
swear I will not allow any harm to come to her."
R's voice trembled when he asked,"Where did she go? Did someone take her? What
the hell is going on?" He was still caught in the nightmare of the past, and
his treacherous mind kept conjuring up all sorts of horrific scenerios. His
hands were bleeding from his earlier tantrum, and the blood flew off them as
they fluttered out of control. He hadn't noticed he had clawed bloody furrows
in his scalp in his despair. The darkness was washing over him again, just like
before.
"I think if you'll watch the surveillance tapes, you'll feel better," Dove
soothed. "She wasn't in danger, she left on her own. Take a look."
While somewhat relieved for Belle, R felt his heart skip a beat and he
staggered. For a second his vision turned black and he struggled to remain
upright. Of course, of course she had left him. He was nothing but a monster,
after all. He had been foolish to think anyone could ever love him. Isobel was
gone, now Belle had left him. The pain washed over him and he felt he might die
of grief on the spot.
"No matter," R snapped. "Just get going and let me know if she's safe."
Dove frowned after his employer disconnected. The man might seem cold to
others, but Dove knew that his boss was actually a creature ruled by love and
longing, and he was determined to help him in any way he could.He remained
calm, planning his next move as he opened the boot and took out the car jack.
Methodically he lifted the car with the jack, loosened the lug nuts, and
removed the flat tire. Whistling tunelessly, he removed the spare tire from the
boot and effortlessly carried it over and lifted it in place. He felt calmed as
he tightened the nuts and got the tire on securely. He was acting, moving
forward, these things comforted Dove. He always felt better with a plan of
action, and his employer gave him that. He was also grateful that he rarely had
to act violently since being employed by R. He had been afforded a safe,
stable, and fairly predictable life. ThT was exactly what Dove needed after the
the people who had used him for so long as nothing more than a killing machine.
He knew his boss wasn't an innocent man, but at least he was a man who usually
did his own killing. For that Dove was grateful, he didn't have the stomach for
it any more. He suspected his boss knew this and tried to spare him.
Dove finished up with the tire, climbed back in the car, headed toward
Storybrooke. He was ready and willing to do whatever it took to help the man
who had saved him.
**************************
R put down the phone. He sank to the floor. For a long time he just stared
blankly at the Aubusson carpet covered in shards of glass. He didn't think,
didn't feel, he supposed he was in shock. His mind flailed around for an
answer, but none of his usual cures would work, no alcohol, no cocaine. There
was no fix for this, there was nothing, nothing he could do. So he sat in the
broken glass, in the broken despair of a life that had known nothing but
despair. He should have known, HAD known if the truth be told. That's why he
had been so possessive, so paranoid. He had always known no one would ever love
him. Every day he was forced to watch other people have what he would never
have. He saw them hold hands, give a peck on the cheeck, discuss what they
would have for dinner, live normal, loving lives. Have family. Have belonging.
These are simple things every human but he was entitled to. Since the moment he
was born he was unwanted, he couldn't even stand himself.
"It's fine," he spoke to himself out loud. "It's fine. I'll just make sure
she's ok, and then I'll get it over with. But I owe it to her to make sure
she's safe." There was one thing that could help him, one way he had learned to
express his emotions without disaster, he picked himself up. Dusting the shards
and debris off his lithe and graceful body, he headed to the one major piece of
furniture he had not destroyed. How Isobel had loved to listen to him play, to
improvise the impossible music that had come from his soul in her prescence. He
sat on the bench, his long fingers ghosting over the keys, tinkling music
barely making a sound. He remembered Isobel, rising frm their bed in the
morning, hair mussed, eyes bright, laughing mouth teasing him as he rushed
toward her. He always used to wake up earlier than her, but would happily jump
back in bed to cuddle, giggle, and tease. Then after he had satisfied her
( usually many times!) he would skip Down to the kitchen to cook a few waffles,
pancakes, or whatever, bringing them up with champagne and orange juice and
afterward they would make slow leisurely love again.
R lost himself in thunderous piano music, playing out his pain, his misery, his
black shrunken soul. The notes of agony rose to the ceiling, passed through,
rose to heaven. A desperate lonely prayer that would forever remain unanswered.
Lost in his heartbreaking nostalgia, R finally passed out from the soul
wearying pain. People like this don't get happy endings, much less the least
understanding.
*********************
At the pink house in the small town, everyone slept. At the modern mansion in
the city, that broken soul slept. Only Dove, a strong, gentle man at heart.sped
down a lonely country highway, trying to redeem himself in the eyes of the one
soul who already accepted him.
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R woke, alone in his big bed. He looked toward the sun streaming into the
window and closed his eyes, but it was no use. He could not stop the day from
coming. He picked up the half empty whiskey glass on his nightstand and downed
what was left.Slowly he did what he needed to do to face the day. This day was
it, this day would decide everything.
The phone rang and R snapped it up immediately. "Yes? "
"Boss, I found her."
"Well, bring her back," R clutched the phone desperately.
"I can't," Dove didn't want to say this, he dreaded to say this. " She's with
someone. A man."
"Kill him," R choked out.
***** Revelation *****
Chapter Summary
     BOOM
"Kill him."
"Boss, " said Dove anxiously, "I don't mean to argue with you, but I don't
think that's a good idea. The situation is... well... I think you had better
come and see for yourself."
R was impatient, "Very well, Dove, if you're not up to the job, I'll do it
myself!" Furious, R slammed down the phone and stalked into his study. From his
gleaming desk he withdrew a dangerous looking automatic pistol. He checked to
make sure it was loaded with the safety on, then stuffed it in the back of his
trouser waistband. Grabbing up his suit jacket and blind with fury, he plucked
up his keys, entered the garage, and slid into a very fast car. Swearing to
kill them all he drove toward Storybrooke like a demented bat out of Hell.
 
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Belle woke in a strange bed. Disoriented at first, the day before came back to
her. She hung her head for a moment, trying to collect herself. She just
couldn't believe that her life had fallen apart so fast. After crying a few
useless tears, she got up to make herself ready to face a day full of unknowns
and uncertainty. At last, feeling as ready as she would ever be, she went to
open the bedroom door. For a split second she expected it to be locked, but of
course it wasn't.
Belle made her way down the elegant curving staircase to the first floor.
Having been too exhausted the night before to look around, she now took a
little time to appreciate the decor of Gold's lovely house. In stark contrast
to R's beautiful but cold modern decor, this house was full of warm dark wood
and well loved antiques. A rainbow of gentle light came through the stained
glass at the front door. The place felt like a home, as opposed to a perfect
showplace. Belle felt comforted by its embracing coziness.
From the nearby kitchen Belle heard the clanging of pots and pans, and she
entered the room to see Gold, shirtsleeves rolled up,busy whisking eggs in a
mixing bowl. He was in his stocking feet, (a pair of purple socks, she noticed
with a silent laugh) and his usually neat hair was mussed, a dab of flour on
his face. Belle thought he looked adorable. "Good morning, you look busy. Can I
help?"
Gold jumped a bit. He wasn't used to company. "Oh, no dear, I've got everything
covered, the biscuits are in the oven, and eggs will be ready soon." He added a
bit of pepper and spices to the egg mixture without measuring. "Theres coffee,
juice, and tea on the table. Take your pick." He smiled warmly at her, his eyes
crinkling at the corners with true pleasure.
"You shouldn't go to such trouble," protested Belle, although she was secretly
pleased by the domestic scene.
"Nonsense," said Gold firmly, "lucky for you, cooking is something I really
enjoy, so just relax and reap the benefits of my culinary expertise." He
grinned crookedly at her, and Belle couldn't help laughing.
Belle helped herself to a cup of tea, and sat down to watch Gold cook. He
certainly seemed to know his way around a kitchen. She couldn't help glancing
at his ass as he bent over to take the biscuits out of the oven; it was
definitely worth looking at. She forced herself to look away and stare at her
tea cup instead.
Gold made her a plate of eggs and biscuits and with the help of his cane limped
over to the table and set it in front of her. "Thank you," smiled Belle, "it
looks delicious." She wondered what had caused his limp, but didn't want to be
rude and ask, so she tucked into her meal.
Gold placed his own plate down, and after fetching some strawberry jam, joined
her at the table.
"I was wondering," said Gold shyly, "if perhaps you would like me to show you
around our little town today?" He looked at her hopefully and Belle felt her
heart flutter. He was really so sweet.
"Don't you have to open your shop?"
"No, I can close for a day, hardly anyone comes in anyway, I'm not the most
liked man in town." He looked down at the table.
Belle didn't know what to say, she longed to go over and hold him and stroke
his soft hair, but of course she couldn't do that, he'd think she was crazy.
She said instead,"I think there's a lot about you to like." She was delighted
when Gold blushed and gave another shy smile. "And I would love to see the
sights with you today." "Then, my dear, that is exactly what we shall do," Gold
replied, pleased. They ate their meal in companionable silence, Belle refusing
to depress herself by worrying about her situation right then. For now she
wanted to enjoy this day with this kind and caring man, everything else could
wait. R had no way of finding her, she was safe.
After they finished eating, Gold stood and began gathering up the dishes to
wash. "You are going to let me help to wash these," declared Belle in a tone
which did not allow for argument. "I'm quite good at washing dishes." She
winked.
"Are you now?" Teased Gold, "I never would have thought." Together they carried
the dishes over to the large farmhouse style sink, where Gold began filling it
with hot water and dish soap. As they plunged their hands into the suds and got
to work, Belle occasionally "accidentally" brushed her hand up against his. She
noticed that his face was looking a little pink, which made her want to tease
hm more. As they came to an end of the chore she lifted a wet finger and
touched his cheek.
"You have a little flour there."
They were standing so close, face to face, and for a brief moment he simply
looked into her eyes, mesmerized. She gazed back into his big brown eyes, so
compassionate and kind. Suddenly he leapt back, "Please excuse me, I have
something to take care of in my office before we go." He rushed out of the room
as fast as he could with his limp.
"Well," thought Belle, bemused, "the poor man is somewhat lacking in social
skills, very odd."
Gold entered his office and shut the door, leaning against it. "What the hell
is wrong with me?" He asked himself as he adjusted himself through the front of
his suddenly too tight pants. For Gods sake, get it together, you're not a
fucking teenager! The way Belle's soft hand touched his, the way her eyes
looked as they stared at one another, her fingertips caressing his unworthy
face...Not helping! Desperate to distract himself, he pulled a ledger out of
his desk and checked his rent accounts to see who was paid up and who was
behind. After reading a list of boring numbers for awhile he thought he had
himself back in control enough to rejoin his guest. He felt contempt for
himself for having this reaction to a woman who was only looking for help.
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R calmed down a little as he drove too fast. Of course he remembered that he
wanted to do the right thing, and he fought to get his predatory instincts
under control. He tried to hold on to what he had recently realized about his
own nature, but it was so difficult. There may be no chance for him, but he had
to admit, he truly did want Belle to have her chance. He just knew, though,
that this son of a bitch from some podunk town was trying to take advantage of
her, she was so naive. Once he had dispatched with this asshole he would set
her free, end his own miserable life as he had planned. For just a painful
second, he thought of Isobel, the only other human who had ever loved his sorry
ass. It was too painful, and he bit his thumb until it bled to kill that
impossible memory. R reached over and opened the sleek glovebox,he always kept
a full flask in each car, just in case. As he took a huge swig of whisky he
admitted to himself that maybe he had more than one problem. But what the fuck
did it matter? All his problems were about to come to an end.
Finally, he felt a second of peace, perhaps, if he was lucky enough he would
see Isobel in Purgatory before he was sentenced to Hell.
R drove in silence, confused, lonely, heartbroken. He knew he never had a
chance to find love again, circumstances had warped him, body and soul, into a
being no one could ever love. Nevertheless, he still craved love, was a
creature of love, and so his very existence had become unbearable to himself.
Hateful to the world, hateful to himself, always longing for love, unable to
accept it. No one would ever look at him without revulsion, though his form was
pleasing, they always saw what he was eventually. He wanted to claw out his own
mind.
Without Isobel, no one could save him now...Just one more time to say his
apologies, he couldn't clear his consience, but he would say sorry. R knew that
one way or another, this was pretty much the end. Well, it's not like anyone
would miss his sorry old ass. As a last deed he could at least save Belle from
this fuckall who was trying to take advantage of a woman in pain. He grinned as
he contemplated his one last act of murder. That much, at least, he could do
right.
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Somewhat calmed, Gold exited his office and rejoined Belle in the kitchen.
"Hey." He said stupidly. "Hey," she replied with a smile. Belle felt that his
awkward charm was really growing on her. Gold shook his head, getting his
silver hair out of his face. (And showing off those glorious cheekbones, Belle
thought unwillingly), "Are you now prepared to view the dubious charms of our
little town?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, sir, I definitely am."
Belle smiled, this was just what she needed to get her mind off the decidedly
miserable mess her life had somehow become.
As they headed out the stain glass decorated front door, Bell reached out to
take Golds arm, and startled, he jumped a little. He clearly wasn't used to
anyone touching him, and Belle wondered sadly just how long he'd been alone.
Looking at her with his soft honey gaze, the man gave her a tender smile, and
Belle smiled back.
"You remember the park you visited last time?" Gold asked her. "There's s
lovely little deli near there where we can put in an order for a picnic lunch.
Perhaps you would like to visit some of the little boutiques and shops along
that way as well."
"That sounds lovely." Belle smiled up at him and it took his breath away. Gold
reminded himself that this woman was married, married to a man who, unlike him,
was attractive and probably young. He grabbed his cane and let her take his arm
in some wonder as they began their promenade.
Belle stole side glances at her companion as they walked. The sunlight brought
out silver and walnut highlights in his soft looking hair, and she was close
enough to feel his body heat and smell his cinnamon autumn scent. He smelled
different from her husband, almost warmer somehow, with a secret underlayer of
woodsmoke and nutmeg. His eyes, when he looked at her ,were shot through with
golden highlights in their burnt honey depths, and were without artifice,
calculation. Without noticing she moved closer to him on the sidewalk, syncing
up their steps in companionable stroll that was effortless and without tension.
Belle felt as if five years of a dark weight had dropped away.
Gold indulged her as she checked out shops. They wandered through one called
Aladdins Carpets that had all manner of oriental carpets, exotic and gorgeous.
Belle figured this was where Gold purchased the carpets in his own house. The
store had an odd but pleasant smell redolent with incense and foreign spices.
After that Gold led Bell into a beautiful store called Ariels Grotto. It was
lined with bubbling aquariums containing an amazing array of aquatic life.
Belle exclaimed over the little waterfall and touch tank in the stores' corner,
and picked up and examined the strange creatures.Gold watched the happiness on
her face and it brought happiness to him. It had been too long since someone
had simply enjoyed his company, he felt slightly dazed with it. They passed by
a mattress store known as Sleepy Hollow, and purchased some sweets from packed
little store named The Gingerbread House. Belle was thrilled with the charm of
all of it.
After an enjoyable look through the small and quaint shops of the village,
Belle and Gold headed over to the deli to pick up thier lunch. Belle exclaimed
in absolute delight at the tiny shop that was modeled to look like a Swiss
chalet, complete with intricate gingerbread and a clockwork bird that popped
out of a magical looking little turret on the top.
"Yes, its cute, isn't it" Gold remarked dryly, "A regular Gepetto's workshop."
While Gold may not have been impressed with the architecture, Belle thought is
was adorable. She gasped when they went inside to see every vertical surface
hung with varied sizes and shapes of cuckoo clocks. Belle was entranced by
watching the different tiny birds and animals that would, seemingly randomly,
pop out.
The store had a mouthwatering smell of aged cheeses, and fresh baked Bread.
After Belle was done exclaiming over the marvelously clever clocks, the two of
them spent some time choosing fresh meats, crusty bread, and hard cheeses Gold
had the frizzy haired little proprietor package it up for them. Happier than he
could remember being, well, ever, Gold bravely took Belles elbow and steered
her toward the park. He thought this was shaping up to be the best day of his
life.
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Some time later, as they were cleaning up the picnic detritus, Gold grinned at
Belle. I have one more stop I believe you will enjoy."
"Oh," she slanted her eyes at him flirtatiously. "What would that be?"
His heart hammered, was she flirting with him. Ridiculous, of course not."Our
little library of course. We'll pick up some books to read by the fire
tonight."
Close together still, they walked through the park back toward Main Street and
the library. Belle sighed in deep satisfaction. She wished she had met Gold
years ago, how different those years might have been. Gold seemed quiet but
glancing at him she saw a tiny smile playing about his lips. Belle apologized,"
I'm sorry, really, for barging into your life like this and taking up your
time."
He looked at her, very serious, "Belle, no, please, you mustn't be sorry. I've
had a wonderful time today and I enjoy your company more than you could know."
He looked down at his feet, "it has meant so much to me."
Touched, Belle looped her arm through his once more, causing his tiny smile to
bloom large. "It's meant a lot to me too. Oh look!" She gasped.
Gold was startled, fearing some catastrophe, but she was merely pointing to
another shop, this one advertising itself as Its A Small World. The windows
were filled with fancy dress dolls, such as pampered little girls might own.
"Can we please go in?" Belle turned huge pleading azure eyes to him. Of course
he said yes.
Inside the store Belle oohed and aahed over the dolls. Of course she had never
had one as a child, and she was surprised by the strange wistful longing she
felt to own one still. A small way to capture a bit of the normal childhood
she'd never had. She held one in her hand and smoothed its ruffled dress. Of
course she had no money, and it was a silly wish anyway. Still her heart hurt
when she put the frilly thing back on the shelf. She felt a painful nostalgia
for a family life unlived, a child unloved.
Gold, who was of course watching Belle closely, saw the dejected slump of her
shoulders. He would not have her in pain of any sort, and he thought he
understood the particular sorrow afflicting her now. His childhood had been
lonely too. Gold strode over to the shelf and claimed the doll. In front of her
astonished eyes, he took it straight to the register and purchased it. Coming
back to Belle, he handed it to her hopefully. "Will you have it?"
Belle felt tears spring to her eyes as she took the doll from him. Out of all
the expensive gifts she'd received in the last years, this simple toy with its
small ability to remember an innocent time, a reminder of what might have been,
was the most precious thing she had ever received. Speechless with emotion,
Bell stood on tiptoe and placed a delicate kiss on Gold's cheek.
The hapless man turned bright red, shuffled around a bit, and managed to
splutter, "Well, it's just a doll."
But they both knew it wasn't.
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R fumbled his cell phone out and hit speed dial.
"Where are they now Dove? How late is it open? She's likely to stay there a
while, Ill catch them there." His voice was flat, the rage having been replaced
by a heavy resignation. Just this last errand to wrap up and this miserable
journey he had called an existence could end. Throwing the phone in the floor,
he pulled out his flask and drank, driving to his destiny as the sun lowered
for his last time.
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In the tiny library Belle and Gold stood, suppodely looking for books, but
really looking at each other. Belle was overcome with gratitude for this
strange lonely man who had taken her in and seemed to understand her so well.
Looking into his hopeful frightened eyes, she gently took one of his hands and
held it carefully in her own. She rubbed her thumb in slow circles over the
soft skin between his thumb and first finger, and felt him shiver at that
tiniest of touches.
Gold looked into Belles eyes as she leaned towards him, touching his hand in
that intimate way. He didn't see any revulsion in her eyes, they looked clear
and pure. He felt such longing, he didn't know what do do with it. It was
frightening and thrilling at the same time. Gold slowly leaned toward Belle as
she drew closer to him. Before he had a chance to wonder what it meant, the
heavy library door flew open with a bang.
For a split second there was no sound.
Then a loudly gasped, "Isobel!" From Belle's husband, who looked wild.
But strangely, he wasn't looking at Belle, or even the man who looked just like
him.
Instead he was staring in slack jawed awe at the tiny dark haired librarian and
the small brown eyed boy whose shoes she was tying.
***** So Close *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
R staggered in the doorway of the library, his vision dimming somewhat. His
mind stuttered, sputtered, couldn't quite get on track. It hurt, his heart also
sputtered and stuttered, and that hurt, too. He broke out in a cold sweat. He
felt his knees buckling, he was sure he was dying, hallucinating, every evil
thing he had ever done coming home to roost like despicable huge eyed owls,
there to trick, taunt him, before dragging him to death and hell where he
belonged.
He couldn't stand, sank to the floor.
His eyes spilled over with confused, unbelieving tears.
He hid his eyes in his hands, couldn't look. Couldn't bear to see the vision
wasn't real. His hands, trying to hide him from this shock, shook
uncontrollably. His entire body shook. He moaned and swayed. He was pitiable,
pitiful, broken, so so broken.
Belle and Gold didn't know what to do at this awful sight, and Belle's generous
nature compelled her forward. She wanted to help him still, she thought she had
loved him, once. At the same time Gold, of course, though the memories were
ancient, realized who he was. He needed this- his long lost twin! This man was
once the boy who had saved him, his hero! At last!
Both moving toward R, Belle and Gold stopped in their tracks when they observed
the tiny graceful librarian make her way to help him. They felt compelled to
halt their forward progress, as if they were frozen in time, watching a
particular piece of important history play out. A moment in time meant to be,
an inevitable pulse of the cosmos. They seemed to watch it through a gelid
shield, slow, plodding, momentous.
The tiny librarian reached the prone distressed man,"Oh my, are you ok? Let me
help you! You poor thing!"
Gold looked up and moaned, closing his eyes again, tightly, afraid, so afraid
this wasn't real. "Isobel."
"Do you need me to call someone? Is her name Isobel?"
"You, my love, my only love...."
The tiny librarian knew he must be in trauma, but yet something... something...
in some damaged part of her brain, it tugged. It almost remembered....
Gold and Belle came over and began to pick up R.
"We'll take care of him," said Belle. She didn't understand why she had
remained immobilized so long, R needed help! She may not be with him any
longer, but that didn't mean she would abandon him like trash on the floor when
he needed help!
Gold wanted nothing more at this moment than to help the twin who had saved
him. How on earth they had been brought back together, he didn't know. He knew
one thing, as he picked up his unconscious brother and carried hm to the car,
he was going to make it up to him now.
Between the two of them, Gold and Belle got R situated in the backseat, under
the worried, watchful gaze of the diminutive librarian. Belle's intuition told
her there was something there that even the librarian herself was unaware of,
something almost planet moving, the power of a black hole, but an opposing
powers, creative rather than destructive. It was eerie, delicate, like
universes being born are delicate. So powerful, but just one molecule out of
place...
Belle shook her head. What fantasies were overtaking her!
Chapter End Notes
     If you are reading this and haven't left kudos, please do so. I am
     wondering if I should just leave off. Should I continue?
***** Rebirth *****
"I don't know what to think!" Belle moaned. "Has he completely lost his mind?
Why did he call that woman Isobel?"
Gold stroked her back, trying to calm her."I don't know, I suspect we will have
to wait for him to come to and ask him. " He continued to soothe her, but his
heart was racing. His brother! But at the same time, his long lost brother was
the man this woman was so afraid of. His stomach twisted with his conflicting
emotions. He was determined to protect Belle no matter what. He hadn't known
this woman long, but he felt an overwhelming need to comfort and protect her,
and he knew he would do just that no matter what else was involved. His long
fingers combed through her hair, and he murmured comforting nonsense against
her neck. Suddenly he realized he had his face buried in her hair and he pulled
away hastily, face reddening.
"Let me get you a glass of whisky to calm you nerves." He stood up in a hurry
and went to the bar cart. Pouring an inch into a crystal tumbler he handed it
to Belle while trying to conceal the trembling of his hand.
"Belle," Gold spoke gently,"Why didnt you tell me? I can't believe it, after
all this time, my brother!" He looked amazed and confused. He didn't know where
to begin, he had so many questions for his twin.
"I don't really know," Belle sniffled, "I was afraid, and I had a feeling
something awful would happen. I'm so sorry, I should have said something, it's
just... things have been so very difficult." Belle continued weeping.
Gold tightened his hold around her. "I understand, my dear. You've been through
a traumatic experience, and no one knows more than I how that can affect a
person. Although'" his eyes shone with unshed tears, "perhaps my brother knows
it even more than I."
Gold held Belle tightly, they both needed the contact. He buried his sharp nose
in her chestnut hair and inhaled deeply, the scent of honeysuckle helping to
balance him. Everything that was happening was so overwhelming. He calmed
himself by combing his fingers through her long silky hair, his heart and brain
a knot of unsolvable emotions. His shattered world spun around him, trying to
piece itself back together, and he sensed that somehow this tiny, beautiful
woman in his arms was the key. He surrounded her with his arms and held on for
dear life.
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