**A/N I know this is word for word like the show. But this is the first chapter, it will take it's own course shortly. Until then enjoy!**

I stood next to my father as he called his name. Our village had fallen and the castle was next. We had to do something, "Rumplestiltskin, Rumplestiltskin, Rumplestiltskin."

We waited for what seemed like hours. "He's not coming," My father stated.

I bent down to him "He could be on his way right now, Papa."

He shook his head, "No, it's just too late."

Just then there was a pounding on the door. We opened the barricaded door to find no one there.

We heard a giggle from behind us, "Well that was a bit of a let down. You sent me a message. Something like, um, Help. Help. We're dying. Can you save us?" The scaly, greasy imp rose from my father's throne. "The answer is, yes I can. Yes I can protect your little town… for a price."

My father looked exasperated, "We sent you a promise of gold."

Rumplestiltskin smirked, "Ah, no you see, um, I, uh, make gold. What I want is something a bit more special. My price… is her."

He pointed to me, and the whole room of subjects, myself included, gasped.

My father shook his head, "No."

Gaston shoved me behind him,"The young lady is engaged to me."

The imp shrugged, "I didn't ask if she was engaged. I'm not looking for love. I'm looking for a caretaker for my rather large estate. It's her, or no deal."

"Get out," my father exclaimed. "Leave!"

"As you wish," Rumplestiltskin said as he started to leave.

I watched as he walked away. I realized that without his help, not only would our kingdom die, but others would as well. I couldn't just sit back and watch it happen either. "No, wait! I will go with him."

The imp giggled at my rebelliousness.

My father and Gaston protested. I turned to them, "No one decides my fate but me. I shall go."

"It's forever, dearie," Rumplestiltskin smiled slightly as if to make sure I really wanted this.

"My family, and my friends- they will all live?" I asked

He nodded, "You have my word."

I bowed my head, "Then you have mine. I will go with you forever."

"Deal," He giggled yet again.

"Belle, Belle, you cannot do this," My father tried to reach for me. "Belle, please. You cannot go with this beast."

I looked at both men. "Father… Gaston… it's been decided."

The impish man stepped up behind me, "You know… she's right. The deal is struck. Oh, and congratulations on your little war." He giggled once again and led me out of my home.

Once we reached the Dark Castle he began to go over my daily duties. I was barely listening until he said something about skinning children.

"What?!" I cried.

He giggled his high pitched giggle, which was getting really annoying, really fast, "That one was quip."

"Oh," I said a little breathlessly.

"Now, time to show you to your room. I hope you find it quite comfortable," he smirked.

We wound a staircase leading further and further underneath the castle. Eventually we came to the dungeon.

We come to a small cell with a pile of hay. I scoff, "My room?"

He shrugged and smiled, "Well, it sounds a lot nicer than dungeon."

With that he shoves me in and locks the door with a cackle. "Get some sleep, dearie. You have a big day tomorrow."