This is a re-telling of how the Queens of Darkness came to Storybrooke. I hope you like it! - T
The trio of darkness slowly walked along the stone roads of the town, carefully examining their surrounding in the dark. This strange, small town was something quite new to them. Nothing like the place they had once called home. At the front was the blonde, the leader and perhaps the evilest of the three. She moved cautiously, darting her black eyes from side to side, taking in her surroundings with a watchful eye, ready at a moment's notice to defend herself. The black horns atop her head gracefully jilted from side to side with her movement, and her dark gown dragged behind her. Next to her strutted the black and white-haired, the haughtiest of the ladies. She swayed with confidence and ease, with the occasional watchful stare, as she huffed and puffed smoke. Fur dangled from her shoulders, and her gloved hands swung at her side. The last of this trifecta of evil, the brunette, the most skeptical and outspoken of the group, strolled behind them. Her heels clicked along the asphalt, as she gazed suspiciously about, the scales of her attire reflecting the light of the buildings and shimmering in the night. She tightly held a purse in her arms as she offered a wan demeanor.
As the triumvirate reached the center of the town they stopped and looked at each other.
"Well, ladies, it appears he is not here," growled the blonde Maleficent.
"Was this nothing more than a trap?" exclaimed the white and black-haired Cruella in her snobbish, British accent.
"This is the Dark One. We should have expected nothing less from that imp," hissed the brunette Ursula.
The looked about for a moment, perhaps expecting him to appear.
"Well, what do we do now?" asked Cruella.
"I say we gut that little troll Rumplestiltskin like a fish," snarled Ursula.
"This town is small. Let's burn it to the ground and then find the imp and his maid," suggested Maleficent, a ball of fire emerging in her hands, with nods of agreement from the other two. However, before they could begin this task, they were suddenly interrupted by a voice from behind them.
"Now, now, ladies. I wouldn't do that. This town can be of great use to you," oozed the well-dressed Rumplestiltskin, "And so can I."
"And the man of the hour is here!" groveled Ursula.
"Rumplestiltskin," sniffed the fur-clad lady, "How nice of you to join us-"
"In this land, it's Mr. Gold," the Dark One corrected.
"Why have you brought us here?" questioned Maleficent fiercely.
"Well because, dearie, we all want the same thing," he began, "Our happy endings - and this town can give us just that."
"How?" interjected Ursula, her arms crossed.
"In this town," he spoke, pointing his fingers towards the ground, " you will find exactly what you need to enact your curse."
Suddenly, from underneath her coat, Cruella pulled out a silver pistol and pointed it at the man.
"You've promised us this before, Rumple, how do we know you won't go back on your agreement, again."
Unfazed, The Dark One shook his head and laughed. With a twirl of his fingers, the fur lady's gun disappeared into smoke.
"I guess you'll just have to trust me," he said.
"That's not in the least reassuring," sneered Maleficent.
"I once thought that I could get what I wanted by myself," he started, "But now, upon further reflection - and some really bad ramen noodles -" he hissed looking at Ursula, who rolled her eyes, "I have come to conclusion that the only way I can get my happy ending, the only way we all can get our happy endings, is to work together as a team."
The three ladies reflected on this for a moment, each remembering their own tragic pasts. Suddenly, Cruella spoke:
"What's your plan?"
He smiled as he turned away from them and started strolling further down the street.
"Walk with me," he shouted back to them.
The trifecta looked at one another and then started to follow, each very eager as to what he had to say. And as they made their way through the streets, Rumplestiltskin revealed his plan as to how they were going to take their happy endings.