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3rd person point of view-
It was a normal day for everyone in the market place. Everyone except the newcomer, wearing an all black out fit and a hood to conceal his odd features Rumpelstiltskin observed his surroundings fascinated with the new colorless world that the hatter had brought him to. He was just beginning to teach Regina, a young seventeen year old woman that should of been his child if that Cora hadn't tricked him, magic.
Regina would be the key to his revenge on Cora. A glimpse of the future revealed to him that she would also be his key to the curse that would allow him to find...his son. But in order to cast a curse. Her heart needed to be blackened.
Here he would find the man that would make Regina into the monster he needed. A doctor according to Jefferson, the hatter.
"When you're alone, silence is all you see," he heard the voice of an angel sing, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked all around for the source. His eyes halted to a crowd of people. He managed to make his way through. There at the center was the source of the voice.
A beautiful, pale raven haired woman. Not only did she sound like an angel but she looked like a goddess; curves to die for, thin waist from years of wearing corsets, angled and angelic face, hips for bearing children, plump breasts to feed them. She seemed to be in her late twenties.
Like everyone else in this world she was colorless, clad in black and white. He wondered what her legs looked like. What they would look like around his thrusting waist. He smirked and moved his eyes upward noticing her eyes. They were locked with his. A beautiful shade of Violet, they seemed to have a magic behind them, being the only color of this world. She continued to sing, people tossed money into the black top hat in front of her. They had yet to break eye contact as she sang. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed men stare at him in jealousy.
"When you're alone, Silence is all you see,
When you're alone, Silence is all you'll be.
Give me your heart to come to me.
"When you are here, music is all around.
When you are near, music is all around.
Open your eyes; don't make a sound.
"Let in the shadow! Let in the shadow!
Let in the light of your bright shadow!"
It may have been short but it was an enchanting song. His heart pounded with excitement. Rumpelstiltskin had to have her. She had to be his. Only his. This time, the woman he wanted would not get away. He would have his true love. The love he deserved.
Willow's point of view-
I broke eye contact with the newcomer to the crowd after I finished my song. People clapped and as I curtsied they gave the last of their tips, filling the hat I had borrowed from Victor. I needed all I could get to pay off the debt I had to the Frankenstein family. I picked the full hat up and began my way back to the Frankenstein castle, unaware of the man following me.
I owed the family my life. Alphonse Frankenstein had saved my fathers life in the war. My father died of disease before he could return the favor. My mother, Yasmine Owens, was accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake, along with my two younger sisters. For some reason Alphonse saved me from the angry crowd. I was only seventeen. That was eleven years ago, no one suspected me any more, mostly because I had grown so much. Into the woman I now am.
Alphonse used me as the payment of my fathers debt. Whenever I could I gave him half of what I earned from singing in the market place. Hoping it would help the debt. But each time I gave it to him he said the same thing over and over.
"Not nearly enough. You dare insult your father's life thinking it's worth nothing but coins?" I would then be slapped, kicked, punched, and finally raped as he 'apologized' for the abuse.
I sat at my window sill looking up to the stars, back in the summer home with Victor. My expression was nothing but sadness. I hadn't truly smiled in years. Victor had just treated my wounds. My excuse was the same. I tripped and fell in the marketplace.
-3rd person point of view-
Rumpelstiltskin was in luck. She resided in the same castle as the doctor that he needed to make a deal with. While observing the doctor to discover his desires, he followed and observed his maiden, Willow, he had heard her name from the Doctor.
He loved to hear her sing in the marketplace. Rumpelstiltskin knew everything about her after two months. Yet he didn't know her. Tonight, he will meet her. He will meet the Doctor's assistant, his maiden, Willow.
-Willow's point of view-
It was Christmas Eve. one of many that I have had in this castle. We all stood in front of the fire as the Yule log burned and the candles on the Christmas tree glowed. A cup of champagne in each of our hands.
"To the Frankenstein family." Victor said holding his glass in the air as a toast.
"To a fine new year, papa." Gerhardt, the younger brother added clad in his suit of honor.
"Thank you, Gerhardt. And let's have a better look at that medal." Alphonse said gesturing to the medal clipped onto his son's outside chest pocket.
"My son. The Silver Cross." Alphonse smiled with pride.
"It's embarrassing to have everyone make such a fuss." he chuckled.
"Well, that's your cross to bear, I suppose." Victor retorted, jealous of the positive attention his brother was getting. I felt pity for him, he did just as much good as his brother, with all his brilliant science. Brain is better than brawn.
"To the holiday. Something for both of my sons." Alphonse changed the subject. He gestured me to get the gifts. I finished my drink and set it on the desk before walking to the tree. I returned to them, handing Victor a leather envelope and giving a small box to Gerhardt before folding my hands in front of me and observing.
"Too small to be a pony." Gerhardt joked, he looked to me for a smile, I gave him a small one but it was better than nothing. He opened the box, revealing the family pocket watch inside.
"Your mother gave me that when we were married. It was her father's. She wanted to keep it in the family." Alphonse informed the younger brother.
"I remember." he replied, memories shown in his eyes as he stared at the watch.
"Open yours, Victor." Alphonse gestured to the envelope. Victor opens the envelope, revealing a piece of paper.
"A commission? Father, surely you're joking. My work is far too important to leave now." Victor said, looking irritated at his father.
"I purchased you a commission. You will join the Mobile Thirty-fourth as their camp physician. It's an honor." Alphonse attempted once again to get Victor interested in the battlefield instead of science.
"Well, yes, of course. But I'm not sure you realize the important scientific work he's doing." Gerhardt defended his brother.
"Certainly, but how will he do his work without my financial support?" Alphonse now revealed he was no longer funding Victor.
"Papa, I rely on that money." Victor argued.
"I've already allowed you the use of our summer home as well as Willow for an assistant for your foolish purposes. Isn't that enough?" Alphonse retorted.
"I have made great progress! The name Frankenstein is going to stand for life! Life, everlasting here on Earth." his voice had risen. I looked worriedly between them. Victor then stomped out of the room. Gerhardt and I following after him out into the cold. Victor briskly walks away from the castle towards his carriage, Gerhardt and I still behind him.
"Victor. Victor, wait. He'll cool off. Here. Take it, you're the eldest. She wanted it for you." Gerhardt said, extending the pocket watch out to Victor.
"No. Keep it. Don't worry about me. I'll find another way. Come Willow." Victor snapped before climbing into the carriage. I gave an apologetic look to Gerhardt before climbing in and sitting across from Victor.
-3rd person point of view-
Rumpelstiltskin watch all of this from a distance. He smirked. He now has a deal to work with.
-Willow's point of view-
Victor stared angrily to the falling snow outside the carriage.
"You know that was immature." I broke the silence between us.
"I did what was necessary." he replied.
"You're father will never see you as a man until you prove it to him." I retorted. He moved his eyes to glare at. I through my hands up in defense.
"I'm only trying to help." I said before looking outside the window. Remembering a time I used to play with my sisters in the snow. I heard him sigh before he took my hands in his.
"I know Willow, I know." he said before putting his warm forehead to my cold hands. He may have been the older brother, but he acted like a child.
Victor saw no use of continuing his work if he had no money to buy supplies or tools, so Victor, Igor and I began clearing out Victor's laboratory. Igor headed up the stairs with a box of equipment while Victor and I continue to pack.
"Good evening." A voice caused us to jump and stop packing the flasks. We looked to see an odd colorful man sitting in one of the chairs Victor and I use when we need a break.
"How did you get in here? Who are you?" Victor questioned. The man kept his eyes on me, I kept my eyes on him. He just looked so interesting. Clad in a red outfit, with rumpled hair ending at his shoulders, rough looking glittery skin, an iris bigger than a human being's, and a smirk that made my heart skip a beat. I've seen his eyes before though, in the market place. I kept my smirk off my face but looked at him with interest in my eyes.
"Stiltskin. Rumpel Von Stiltskin." he replied, not taking his eyes off me. I furrowed my eyes. What an odd name. Perhaps it was a pseudonym. Victor step in front of me forcing us to look away from one another. Mr. Stiltskin leaned to the side of the chair to put my back into his sight.
"A foreigner." Victor said.
"What tipped you off? My rosy complexion?" he quipped. I smiled, actually smiled! Before I caught myself, although Mr. Stiltskin saw it and smirked before continuing.
"Yes, I've seen lots of your drab little land, and, I am interested in your work." he informed us.
"Well, you're a little late. I've been shut down. And I can't bring back dead loved ones, anyway, if that's what you're after." Victor said before walking back to the table and packing once again.
"I think my deceased are best kept where they are, dearie, thank you very much." he smirked and seemed to have his own joke. Perhaps a mother in law or ex-wife, I smiled at the thought
"No, no, no. My interest, is in how you do what you do." he said.
"Victor, You should at least hear him out." I walked over and stopped his packing before looking to a smirking Rumpel. I caught his eyes trailing my body up and down. He continued when Victor cleared his throat.
"You see, where I come from, we do things differently. Your land has witchcraft, but it's feeble, neglected stuff. Where I live, it's strong and hearty." my eyes lit with interest and I continued to listen as he stood from his seat.
"But… It cannot restore life. If you can do this, well… I'll want to know more, and I'm willing to pay. Rumpel takes out a small pouch and pours its contents onto the floor. A massive pile of coins pour from the bag seemingly endless. Our jaws dropped.
"How did you do that? How did he do that?" Victor asked baffled pointing to the money that continued to pile up. Rumpel stops the flow his eyes back on me
"Ah… Missing the point. Money – yours." he said.
"Are you a philanthropist?" Victor asked. Rumpel seemed to not understand the meaning of the word.
"Well, I've been called worse. There is a cost to you – knowledge. You teach me to wield… Whatever it is you wield. That, is the deal." he said gesturing to the equipment around us.
"Then it's a deal." Victor said shaking hands with the man. The man smirks slyly then disappears. I feel arms wrap around my waist. I tense feeling his presence behind me as he pulls my body back to meet his. His nose ran along my neck as if he was enjoying my scent. I couldn't help but close my eyes and lean my head to the side, exposing my neck and giving him more skin. I felt a well hidden erection start poking my thigh, I bit my lip, feeling my own arousal start.
'What wonderful spell does this man have me under?' I thought to myself.
"What are you doing?!" Victor asked angrily.
"How much for her?" Rumpel asked seemingly out of breath, dismissing Victor's question.
"She isn't for sale nor is she an item you can buy!" Victor said sternly jerking me away from Rumpel, but the spell didn't lift. I opened my eyes a gazed back at the man with want.
"Very well." Rumpelstiltskin said before once again disappearing only this time he didn't reappear.
"Are you alright? He didn't hurt you did he?" Victor asked looking for any injuries. I shook my head.
"I'm going to go to my room for the night." I told him softly before walking up the stairs. Passing Igor in the hallway.
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