Alluring and Deranged
By: poisonapplesandwine
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Show: Once Upon A Time
Ships: Belle/Ruby, Lacey/Ruby, Crazy Belle (Layla)/Ruby, Rumbelle
Rating: M (For Later Chapters)
Warnings: Language, Violence, Mental Disorders and smut. Also, very AU.
A/N: Hi guys! So, this is going to be a long fic and not a oneshot or something similar to that. I found myself spending a lot of time on this, since I had to do quite a bit of background research. And anything that I screw up about the Dissociative Identity Disorder or anything else is accidental, because I'm not an expert at that knowledge. I hope you enjoy this. Even if it gets kinda crazy.
Chapter ONE:
Past Recollection
BELLE:
What happened?
That's the question I ask myself as I look at myself in the mirror. I was genuine, sweet, the beauty. I read books and was nice to anyone I met. What happened to me?
I look in fright at my slightly matted brown hair, sharp eyes and my face. I don't look like myself. I am not myself. I know that for a fact. This isn't Belle French.
This is someone else. The beast within the beauty. A monster.
A couple of weeks ago I stood on the dock, watching the ship leave into the portal. Rumple was gone. But I will see him again. I know I will. He'll live and bring Henry back. I had to take care of everyone for him.
Turns out that was a mistake.
I looked down at my hands that were hovering over the sink. They were covered in spots of blood. They even matched my red nails. I scanned the room, no blood elsewhere. That was odd. And then I noticed my arm. It had a giant cut on it, which was bleeding still. I wiped the blood with my hand, knowing better than to wipe it with a towel and give evidence that I had done something wrong.
But I don't know what I did wrong. Or anything I did after that last glass of beer that was still fuzzy in my mind. How much had I drank? This wasn't like me. I could take my beer, but I never drank so much I blacked out.
All I knew was I was bleeding, had blood on my hands which may or not be mine, and I have no idea what happened since last night.
This was adding up to disaster.
LACEY:
THREE WEEKS AGO:
"Evening Miss French. What would you like?"
"A beer. I'll be over at the pool table if you need me."
"Of course."
The bar was marching to its usual beat of buzzing of the air vents, the smell of liquor and the radio playing faintly. It was your average Saturday night. People drinking, playing darts and having fun. For me, or what looked like me on the outside, was the theme music to my own personal horror movie. But I didn't know that yet. And neither did Belle.
I ordered the usual beer, and made my way to the pool table. I was pretty good at it, but that may not be certain when I've had a few. I wanted to get out of that office. Do something fun.
I had my shot aligned and was ready to strike when a hello rang in my ears.
"Mother of… oh. Hi Ruby." I responded, accidentally dropping my stick.
"Did I interrupt your shot?" Ruby joked, but her face had a faint hint of sincerity to it, "I can't shoot pool to save my life."
I rolled my eyes playfully and was about to pick up my stick when Ruby suddenly picked it up for me. I noticed how tight her jeans were. They really showed off her ass. Damn that ass.
"Here." She said, and I took the stick out of her hand, "I'll watch you. Maybe I can learn something."
That's what she said, but the look on her face told another tale. A tale that wasn't the kind you tell children.
"What are you gonna learn from staring at me?" I inquired, knowing that after a few more beers I wouldn't be able to hold the stick, nevertheless play pool.
"A lot, actually. I can tell you're nervous."
Well. She is a fast learner then. Or she's swell at observations.
I just rolled my eyes again and grabbed her hand, which I speedily used to put the stick in between her fingertips. "Well, lets see how nervous you are when you play."
"With you or the game?" She remarked, and pretty much without delay, and I unearthed a smile.
"The game. You know I have a boyfriend." I said, remembering Rumple. Good thing I did, he's the only thing stopping me from moving in on this chick. I mean, how could you not? And based on our interactions I think she is taking interest.
If only beauty hadn't fallen for the beast.
"Yeah, but that shouldn't stop you from having a little fun." She said, and got in shooting position. She hit the balls and all of them bounced around the table. All but two found its way to a hole.
"I thought you said you can't shoot pool to save your life." I remarked, trying to call Ruby out. But of course, she had an answer aligned in her mind.
"Beginner's Luck. Your turn. Teacher." She hastily said, and I took the stick from her. What was she trying to do? Because if its me with my tongue down her throat, she has no chance in hell.
But apparently she clawed her way out of hell.
BELLE:
Storybrooke Central Hospital
"So you have no idea how this happened?"
Now I was sitting in the hospital, arm still cut, but not bleeding. That was a good sign. But I still needed to figure out what made me blackout.
"None. All I can remember was drinking a beer last night at the Rabbit Hole." I replied, telling the truth.
The doctor tapped the clipboard with his pen to a simple, fast-paced beat. "Hmm, interesting. I'm sure you just blacked out then."
"That doesn't help." I murmured, but loud enough it was audible. This was getting irritating.
Not in the mood for sassy remarks, the doctor moved over to the computer lodged on top of a table in the corner. He sat at the computer, rapidly browsing at files and making some quiet groans in small frustration, until he found one that caught his interest.
"Miss French, do you remember Saturday night two weeks ago?" he said, not looking away from the computer and scrolled down.
"Not really..." My mind got curious without even second guessing myself. Why was that date important right now? Did I blackout previous to this? "Why?" I muttered in fear.
"You were admitted in the hospital for possible alcohol poisoning." he said and stopped scrolling for a brief second, "Apparently you drank yourself silly. Good thing a woman caught you and brought you here. You could've died Miss French."
Woman? I don't remember anything about a woman. What the hell did I do? But just as I was about to get lost in my thoughts, he swiveled his chair to face me.
"I suggest you thank Miss Ruby Lucas for her actions. She essentially saved your life."
A/N: So, what do you think so far? I hope you enjoy this, because I will update this as soon as possible.