Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Once Upon A Time, they belong to ABC and Adam and Edward, creators. However, I do own the vampires. :) yea, I own vampires, jealous?

A/N: I am hoping not to rush with this story like I kinda did on This thing we have, so I can say that I won't be uploading three chapters a day, sorry. Also, my brother, sister-in-law, niece, and nephew are coming to visit this weekend and for the following week so I am not sure how much writing I will be doing. So I can't guarantee a chapter everyday, but I will do what I can because I don't want you to wait a whole week for a new chapter, I know I don't like that. Since this is my second multi-chapter story, I know where I am going with this one so this story might make a little more sense than my first one. I hope you enjoy it and please review. They really do help. :)

The Tuesday morning in Storybrooke was about the same as any other day of the week, the wind was cold and damp with the sea air. There was always a sense of an underlying mystery to the town blowing in the wind and Rumple could feel it more evident this morning than ever. He recalled last night when he sat at his spinning wheel and the surge of power that blew through him. When Rumple woke up this morning, he did his best to go on about his morning the best he could. He woke, dressed, grabbed his cane, and headed out the door. The only difference to his morning routine was that he found himself looking out towards the windows every few minutes, searching for something that might be hiding in their little town. To help shake the lingering sense of last night's power surge, Rumple let his mind wander.

For the last few months, the town remained calm and quiet. The Charming family actually managed to last two months without knocking on his shop's door, begging for his help to snuff out their newly created flame that threatened to burn down their small quaint town. It was a game Belle and he would often play when they finished their last life or death mission. Belle's recent bet in their game was that the Charmings would be able to survive without his magic for two weeks, while Rumple's bet they wouldn't even live for one week before crawling on their knees back to his shop. When he lost, Belle was more than happy to collect her reward. Rumple smiled as he remembered his price, a hamburger date at Granny's, Bell's favorite place to eat. With no villain of his or Regina's past threatening their lives, Belle and Rumple were able to move a little further into their relationship. Belle had decided to move in to his home about a month ago and Rumple had no objections. The closer she was to him, the safer she would be.

Belle's relationship with her father also improved over the last few months. Although Moe French was still hesitant on the idea of his daughter dating and loving the pawn shop owner, he was doing his best to remain civil around the two. Rumple was also on his best behavior around Mr. French and decided to show a little truce when he deducted fifty-bucks from the flower shop owner's rent, an act that had Belle spreading kisses all over him. Again, Rumple had no objections. She continued to work in her library and spend time hanging out with Ruby. Rumple was still shocked when Belle decided to forgive Ruby's mistake in the library but it was one of the traits he loved about Belle, she was always forgiving. Although he was more than happy for Belle having friends, he was still a tad reluctant to accept Ruby. She was Belle's best friend and knew of Belle's past with castle cells and hospital asylums and she had the gall to chain her down to the desk. It was something Rumple would never forget but if Belle was willing to forgive her, than perhaps he could accept the fact that Ruby was making it up by being the best friend she could be to Belle.

Everything was going great in their lives and the town but with the lingering spark of power blowing in the wind, Rumple knew it was only a matter of time before everything changed. He only hoped that everyone would be ready for what came.

There was a slight pause in Rumple's step as he headed closer to Granny's bed and breakfast inn. He realized that the new power he was feeling was coming from within the house. He swung open the door to see six people standing in front of the main desk. There were five of the new people who looked to be around their late twenties while the last one looked to be around his teenage years, sixteen perhaps. He noticed how there were three male and three females. Rumple wasn't one for vanity or judging someone's appearance but he found himself noticing how beautiful the six people appeared to be. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Ms. Lucas explain to one of the men the rules about the inn and asking if they wanted a square view or forest view. Rumple couldn't help but notice how Granny looked a little on edge this morning.

"Forest will be fine, thank you." Rumple heard the man say, as he watched him take the two keys for room five and six. The pawnbroker saw the man's mop of blonde hair and blue eyes as he turned towards Rumple to give a quick nod of hello. Before Rumple could return the gesture, he saw Granny hold out a bundle of rolled up money.

"It's all there," she said.

"Yes. Of course. Thank you Ms. Lucas." Rumple reached to grab the money before giving a nod to Granny and the newcomers. As he turned to walk away, he noticed how the youngest newcomer slightly stepped back as the sorcerer walked by him. Rumple wasn't sure if the kid was giving him more room for him and his cane or if he simply wasn't one for physical contact. Rumple would have easily let the thought leave his mind if it wasn't for the spark of power he felt as he walked by. Although Rumple could recall every last detail of the interaction, it had only occurred in less than a minute. Rumple then opened the door to leave the inn as the new visitors to the town left to their respected rooms.

As Rumple headed toward his shop, he created a to-do list in his head. He needed to find out who these new visitors were, why they had power, and why they were here. He didn't bother to think for a moment if they could be allies. Rumple made it a rule a long time ago that everyone was an enemy until he determined otherwise, wether they be allies, pawns, or simple peasants looking for a deal. Storybrooke rarely got visitors and it was certain that every one of them always brought something bad to the town, with Emma being the exception to the rule since she broke the curse. He knew that these six newcomers wouldn't be any different and he was determined to find out their story, and their names. After all, names had power.

The mid-morning in Granny's diner was more busy than usual and it didn't take long before Granny and Ruby both told the citizens about the new visitors that arrived earlier that morning. If ever you wanted to hear gossip in Storybrooke, the diner ran by the werewolves was the hot spot. Ruby was the queen bee of gossip and the diner was her nest as she spread word to each of her little bees, knowing they would spread the word among the hive. It was hard to find one person in town excited for the tourists, except perhaps Henry, who despite having grown up a little was still naive and childish.

"I think it would be nice to have more people come," Henry said.

"So what, they can learn our town's little secret and begin tours up and down main street?" Emma asked. She watched as Henry gave a smile that had devious written on it.

"Not exactly. I just don't get to meet new people that often. I love this town but it's good for someone my age to branch his social connections out."

"Good excuse but it's not working. Why don't you stay away from them until we know they are safe. After all, all the people that ever came to our town has only brought trouble." Emma said, sipping on her hot chocolate with cinnamon.

"You didn't. You broke the curse and that was a good thing."

"Also kid, it might be helpful if you don't talk out loud about that stuff. Especially if one of the new guys are here."

"What makes you think they are dangerous."

"Well, I would prefer to meet them myself. I can always use the 'sheriff' card, it helps for situations like this," Emma said, smiling. "Also, Granny and Ruby both said they smelled something strange when the visitors arrived to the inn this morning, and if those two believed something is wrong, then perhaps something is."

"Where are visiting from, did Granny say?"

"That's what is strange. Granny said that they didn't have any suitcases with them when they arrived. They were just roughing it in the woods for fun when they came across our town and decided to stay for a while."

"That is strange. So, operatio-"

"No Henry. No operations." Emma quickly replied.

"But-"

"No. Just because you were right about the curse, it does not give you the right to know everything that goes on in this town. You're still just a kid, okay? I'm the sheriff and it's my job to find out what is going on, not yours. You need to be focusing on school and making more friends than just your mom." Emma took one more sip of her hot chocolate and then grabbed her jacket.

"Listen kid I have to go. I'm going to find one of the visitors and see what I can get from them. You need to get to school."

"Alright mom. See you later." Henry said as Emma placed a kiss on his head before leaving the diner.

It wasn't long before Aston understood the layout of Storybrooke. It was easy for him to see it when he perched himself on top of the trees in the forest. From there, he was able to give himself an aerial view of the town. The key he used to indicate the middle of the town was the clock tower that towered over all the buildings. Beneath it was the library and all the businesses, the inn, the diner, the pawnshop, surrounded the tower. Beyond the town center was the citizens' homes north and east of the clock tower. South lead to the forest and the harbor and docks were placed at the west side.

Once he and the others left up to their rooms in the inn that morning, they devised a plan. It was rather simple. Their story was that the six of them were friends who decided to rough it in the woods for fun when they stumbled onto their town and decided to stay awhile. They knew that the story was pretty far fetched considering that they did not have the appearance of roughing it and how they had some cash and a few credit cards on them. Despite not having suitcases, they seemed well prepared for a town for people hiking through the forest. However, they knew that it would not matter in the end. What concerned Aston the most was the few people they had come across already.

It was their first day, not noon yet, and they already had two people on their list to keep an eye on. First was the old inn keeper. The moment they stepped into the inn, they smelled the stench of a werewolf. They smelled it coming from the old inn keeper and the look that she passed onto them when they first entered, showed that she could smell something off about them, that they weren't normal visitors. They could also smell a second stench of a much younger werewolf and although they did not meet another that morning, they knew that the person was somewhere in this town.

The second person to watch on their list was the old man that came by for some money. Perhaps the others did not know it but Aston could sense it. The man with the cane was a sorcerer. Aston knew this because he had come across a few in his past, shortly after being turned, and he could recognize the aroma of magic. The smell of magic was not as strong as the stench of a werewolf but it always had a more powerful punch to it when you came across it. Aston made the mistake of taking a step back and was giving a sharp look from the man. He only hoped that the man believed he was being a kind and respectful teenager, giving the crippled man some room to walk. However, Aston didn't believe this would be the case.

Great, it is our first day here and we already have two werewolves and a sorcerer to keep our eye on. This is going to be must difficult than we believed. We should have done far more research before coming. We didn't know enough. Aston rarely worried with problematic situations and always kept his head calm. However, he knew that they had already messed up and they would have to be very careful from now on if they wanted to complete this task and leave without much trouble.

Next to Mackenzie, Aston wasn't one to give into his bloodlust. He was still traumatized from the first time he ever sunk his fangs to someone's neck, draining them of their blood. As a human, Aston always fought for the little guys, the underdogs, and the bullied. Taking an innocent life was against his belief. Since that first day, Aston did his hardest to take only the blood of animals and of someone who very well deserved it. He knew he was not the cleanest vampire, but he knew that there were crooks, thieves, murderers, and rapist out there in the world who deserved to die.

Aston than spotted a woman in the streets. There were plenty of women walking about in the town, but this particular one had caught Aston's eye. He wasn't sure why, but there was something about this one women that had Aston leaping down from the tree and heading back towards town before he could stop himself.

Wren and Ivanna were walking down the main street after their meeting this morning. They were to appear as if they were visiting the town for fun, so the two girls decided to browse through the shops and stores. They have been walking the town for about two hours before Wren got tired and restless.

"Doesn't this town have anything fun?" Wren complained.

"Well, it is a small town. Small towns are pretty excluded from main cities," Ivanna explained.

"Tell me about it. There's only one of everything. One car shop, one pharmacy, one library, and one mall."

"Well, they do have a couple of more restaurants than Granny's. One's a chinese place and the other has seafood cooking."

"Still, this town is boring."

"Please stop complaining Wren and remember why we're here." Ivanna said in a hushed voice, hoping that the few people they were walking by would not catch on to anything.

"Will you relax a little? Geez, you're so uptight sometimes," Wren teased, placing her hands on her head in a relaxed pose. "We have all the time in the world and besides, you're just trying to be a goody two-shoes for Mackenzie." Ivanna's face fell into a shocked expression before quickly turning it into a scowled look, hoping to cover up her embarrassment. Wren only found her expression rather amusing and laughed out loud.

"Oh please! It is so obviously clear that you love him. Heck, even he knows it. It's not that he hasn't noticed, he's ignoring you because you are way too clingy."

"I am not!" Ivanna retorted back.

Before the girls could begin arguing, they noticed someone rather familiar begin to walk by them. It was the old man from the inn this morning, the one Aston had talked to them about this morning, claiming he was a sorcerer. For someone who did not know Aston, they would have probably laughed at him for the comment. However, if you did know Aston, you always took what he said seriously. He advised the group to keep an eye out on the old man, along with the werewolf of the inn, and if they came across him, to be extra careful with what they did or said. Something that would be harder for Wren than it would be for the others, since she never thought before she spoke.

"Hello ladies. It's good to see you again. Are you enjoying your stay here in Storybrooke?" The old man asked, smiling kindly.

"Oh, uh, yes. It's a nice town, small and quiet." Ivanna said, hoping the man would leave before a vital piece of information slipped from Wren's mouth.

"Yes, well, we like it here. I'm sorry, I haven't introduce myself yet. I'm Mr. Gold. I own the pawnshop down the street. And you are?" Gold asked, flashing a pleasant smile to the two ladies.

"I'm Ivanna and this is Wren." Ivanna said, pointing towards her and her friend.

"Peculiar names. May I ask where you come from?"

"Oh, here and there. We just like to travel a lot. We don't really think about where we go sometimes. I guess you could say we travel with the wind." Wren said, smiling back to Mr. Gold and earning a quick look from her friend.

"Oh well that sounds lovely. I'm sure you'll find that our town is probably not as interesting as some of the other places you may have been. Like you said, it's small and quiet." A brief moment of silence passed between the two ladies and Mr. Gold before he noticed a movement in the corner of his eye.

"I guess I should be leaving now. Um, welcome to Storybrooke and enjoy your stay ladies." Gold said, flashing one last smile before he continued on and walked passed Ivanna and Wren.

"Thank you." Ivanna called out after him. Wren and her shared a look before continuing on their way throughout the town, neither realizing that they had just giving the old man a very vital piece of information. Their names.

Once Belle opened the doors to the library, she was filled with the smell of paper, ink, and dusty book covers. Despite the oddity of it, Belle always found comfort and solace surrounding her when she opened the cover of a book, as she heard the slight wrinkle of the paper when she turned the pages. She always felt home among her books and whenever she found herself without Rumple, the first thing she always picked up was a book. It never mattered what the book was or if she even read a page, sometimes it was just the weight of the book that made her feel safe. She was often teased by the servants in her father's castle, overhearing them whisper behind her back and mentioning how shocked they were that she had yet to fall into some hole in the ground. She was told plenty of times throughout her years that a lady shouldn't be filling her head with nonsense, but those words always fled her mind as she allowed the words of another world to overwhelm her with their stories.

Belle knew who she was and she was more than happy to prove it over and over again throughout time. She loved to see the shocked expressions on people's faces when she showed them what she could do with a book. She knew that the town probably wouldn't always admit it, but if ever someone needed information on an enemy or some far off world, Belle was the person to go to. However, when it came to magic, it was Rumple and Regina who were the go-to people. Though Belle never minded, she preferred history and legends over magic tricks.

It was almost noon when she entered the library and Belle had to begin sorting out books for histories of countries. Henry's class was beginning their history papers today and the school's library did not have all the books required for them to receive good grades. Rumple claimed that it was because the fairies, or the nuns, only wanted the kids to know what they thought were important. Belle knew that Rumple did not like the fairies and laughed as he once called them control freaks. Since Belle gladly volunteered for the kids to use any resources they might need in the public library, she was beginning to take all the books for history and started to place them on the carts. When she gathered all the books that would be needed, she pushed the carts towards the middle of the room, making it easier for the kids to find.

As she headed towards the circulation desk to begin cataloging new books, Belle's head turned when she heard the library doors swing open. She saw as a young man walked in with platinum blonde hair and green eyes. He appeared to be around sixteen years old. Belle knew that she did not know every kid in the school personally, however, everyone in Storybrooke knew who was part of the town and who wasn't. She thought that perhaps it came with the curse. However, she was certain that this person was one of the newcomers that she heard about around Granny's.

"Hi, may I help you?" Belle asked the young man.

"Hi. I, um, I guess I'm looking for a book." He said, slightly chuckling.

Belle smiled as she said, "Well, you've come to the right place. You're free to look around. If you need help with anything, let me know. I'm Belle."

She watched as the boy started to walk around the library, casually browsing the shelfs. "Thank you," he said. "I'm Aston, by the way."

Okay, I know this was a long chapter, but considering how detailed I want this and how much information needs to be given, I have a feeling most of the chapters are going to be long. Please review and let me know what you think. Thank you. :)

Next time: The mayor holds a conference meeting and Henry comes across something interesting.