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Hello Dearies! I just wanted to try out a new idea of mine. What if Belle was like Lacey? Of course, I have to make her a little bit good but, I thought it would be fun. Please review if you like it! I read them all and will come check your fanfic account out.

The Power in Love

"You really are as dark as people say," Lacey says as he stares at her. She grins, devilishly looking him over.

"Darker, dearie. Much darker," he hisses in return. Mr. Gold turns and continues to beat the man on the side of the street, the tip of his cane dark with blood. Her mouth waters at his strength . . . his possessiveness. So the rumors were true. He was the monster she had waited for. Someone who would fight for power; who would fight for her. The man grunts and wheezes as Mr. Gold kicks him under the car, turning to find her watching behind him, grinning. Someone who would fight to kill.

"You know," she says, her accent strong. He watches her, wiping off his cane. " – it would be a shame to sleep at the rabbit hole again."

"It would, dearie." He sets his cane down and looks up, noticing her staring at him. He wasn't sure how he felt about this new Belle. I mean, she appealed to his darkness; for once he didn't have to change. He could be who he wanted – the dark one.

"So," she suggests, throwing him out of his thoughts. "would you give me a second chance? Lets say . . . a day or two."

"Do you like the darkness, dearie?" he whispers in her ear as they walk away. He grins as she answers.

"Do I like it? Mr. Gold," she replies, tightening her grip. "I crave it."

"Oh, dearie." He bends and kisses her. "You have no idea what I am capable of." He opens the door and she gets into his black Mercedes.

"Good thing," she says as they drive away. "wouldn't want this to be boring, now would we?"

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They pull into his house and she gasps with excitement. He grins, wondering what she would have thought of his castle. Perhaps that would come another day. Lacey climbs out of the car and walks up the steps, waiting for him to follow.

"Really dearie," he replies sarcastically. She rolls her eyes.

"What, do you only enter the back door or something?" He flicks his wrist and appears beside her, catching her before she falls back with surprise. He could be dark now. He could show her who he really was. Before she answers he presses his lips against hers, her breath still tinged with beer. She presses closer to him.

"How did you do that?" she pants. The door opens with only a thought and candles appear throughout the house, lighting it eerily. The curtains shut over the windows as he puts down his cane, scooping her into his arms and carrying her inside. She raises an eyebrow, the side of her mouth lifted in an amusing grin.

"Magic, dearie."

"Are you serious with me now?" she replies, doubting his rather awkward answer. "Magic?" He sets her down in the living room, summoning wine.

"Very serious." She looks him over, circling around him.

"And how did you . . . acquire this magic?" He turns to face her, running his fingers under her chin and bringing her gaze to match his.

"With murder." She licks her lips, satisfaction running over her features.

"What shall I call you then," she says quietly, pushing him down into a chair and sitting on his lap, locking their lips passionately. "Sorcerer? Wizard?" He runs his fingers across her spine, causing her to shiver.

"Dark One, dearie. I am the Dark One."

Watcha think? Should I continue with this plot? Please review.