Prologue
A/AN: I'm really peeved by the "Family Business" episode and how Rumple has been keeping secrets from Belle. We all know she's going to be shattered when that happens, so I've decided to put my own spin on this tale. This picks up right after 4x6. Please review!
Belle gazed hollowly into the antique looking glass inside their bedroom. Lightning cracked across the sky illuminating the doppelganger that stood in front of her. Haunting blue eyes bored into her, staring into the deepest parts of her soul, the very parts she never shared with Rumple. He could never know those parts of her existed. She was supposed to be the light that steered him away from the darkness. She supposed there must be darkness inside her as well because she was in love with the dark one.
Her thoughts flickered to the pastel colored handbag tucked safely away inside their closet, the one that held the dagger: the thing that bound their very souls together. The Snow Queen's mirror echoed those daunting words to her again, filling her with doubt.
Why do you think the dark one married you?
Do you think it was love?
He needed someone weak, someone he could manipulate.
Do you really think that dagger's real?
You really know deep down that it's fake…
Was it fake? Was she really just a pawn in the his game? Belle stared forlornly at the closet, gathering the rest of her courage, she opened the door softly. She looked behind her at her husband snoozing soundly, removing the knife from her purse. She faced the bed, holding the relic in front of her, knots forming in her abdomen. She knew she was breaking his trust again, but she had to put all of these doubts in the back of her mind to rest. She had to know he was telling the truth.
"I command you to wake up." she breathed heavily, reciting the simple command. He didn't stir filling her heart with dread. Maybe she hadn't spoke the command loud enough?
"I command you to wake up!" she whispered louder through bared teeth, but he didn't stir. The truth hit her, followed by a wave of nausea. She ran from the room, dagger still in hand as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. The storm was pounding the Victorian mansion mercilessly just like all the emotions raging inside of her. She wiped the saliva from her mouth, looking at the discarded knife on the floor, a reminder of what he'd done to her.
Belle felt an anger stir inside her that she'd never felt before. She faced the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection. She clenched her fist smashing the glass into a million pieces, the glass reminding her of the taunting mirror who's words rang true just a few hours ago.
Red hot anger burned inside her mixed with betrayal as she listened to thundering feet pound down the hallway. Rumplestiltskin burst through the door with his bare hands, not even bothering to use his magic.
"Belle sweetheart what happened? Are you all right!?" he inquired, concern flashing in his eyes until she held up the dagger, halting him. The blood oozing out of her hand was painless compared to what she felt in her heart.
"YOU LIED TO ME! I SUMMONED YOU WITH THE DAGGER, BUT YOU WERE ASLEEP! YOU NEVER WOKE UP! YOU TRICKED ME INTO BELIEVING THIS WAS REAL." Belle roared, unaware that hot tears were cascading down her cheeks as she pointed the dagger at him threateningly.
"Belle I can explain-"
"Save your words Rumple! The mirror was right! You never cared about me! I guess you weren't lying when you said your power meant more to you than I did back in the dark castle all those years ago!" she choked out the words, forcing back a sob.
"Belle I do love you…Please let me explain sweetheart." he pleaded with her, melancholy in his eyes, but she shook her head fiercely.
"No Rumple the only thing you love is your power! I never want to see you again!" she spat out the words bitterly, her heart breaking into a million pieces. She stormed past him. He didn't try to stop her as she grabbed her coat, pulling it tightly over her body as she walked outside into the raging storm. It wasn't nearly as strong as what was raging inside of them. A cluster of dark clouds huddled over the Gold residence as Mr. Gold smashed all of the freshly dusted objects in the downstairs hallway before collapsing in a heap of heavy sobbing.
A/AN: That's all for the prologue! Please don't hurt me! I always promise a happy ending in my fics! Just bear with me! Please review and tell me what you think!