Emma stood in front of the shop she'd entered without hesitation many times before. This was not one of those times. There was an air about it today that exuded gloom and doom. Gold had asked her to meet him there earlier that day. He had seemed passive about the whole thing, but her lie detector had told her there was something he wasn't telling her. Nevertheless, there she was, standing in front of the shop she'd entered many times before.
She couldn't stop her shaking hand as she reached up to take ahold of the door handle, pushing it forward hesitantly. Air rushed passed her, fighting its way into the shop, sending a chill down her spine. When the bell rang above her, Mr. Gold turned his attention from a picture behind him to her. He still had a carefree look about the meeting, but there was something in his eyes that gave him away.
"I was wondering when you would be coming in, Miss Swan," he said, casually. "You'll catch your death out there."
Your death. She shuddered at the comment but put a brave face on before speaking. "What did you want, Gold? I made good on our deal, so I highly doubt I have anything you want."
Mr. Gold huffed. "On the contrary, you have something I am very interested in, dearie." His look immediately went from carefree to devilish. He pointed his hand at the door, and Emma heard it lock behind her. "You have the love of a certain pirate."
Emma's eyes widened before she went on the defense. "I don't have anything going on with Hook, Gold. I tolerate him at the most." She started backing up toward the door, readying herself to at least try and attempt to escape. "Even if there was anything, there's nothing I could give you."
"Oh yes you can." He placed his hands on the counter, leaning forward with a menacing look. "He hurt my heart. And now… I'm gonna hurt his." He raised his hand, a mist of purple hue forming around it before flying in her direction.
And suddenly, everything fell away.