So here's a once in a lifetime action – I posted in less than a week. Wow, I really must love this story . . . or really hate my classes this term. Both are a possibility. So I'll get to it!
"Hello, can I help you?" Said a voice that sounded like heaven.
But that voice was not hers, not his Belle's. The women had not her accent. Obviously this woman was American, sounding as if she had never seen the world outside this city. She spoke as if she lived in an area of better wealth then where she was. Intelligence and education seemed to flow from her mouth and her carriage easily. Yet everything about the woman besides her voice screamed that this was Belle. She had her light blue eyes, facial structure particularly the nose, rose colored lips, and curly dark red brown and gold hair.
Emma could not understand what had Rumplestiltskin was staring at. Sure the women as beautiful, breath taking even, but Gold had a true love. This woman looked as if she lived in jeans, leather, and other durable materials kind of like her. Belle was what could be considered a lady. She was always in a dress or skirt of some sort and in heels. Emma had never met a woman that was continually in stilettos or pumps like Belle. Although, Emma wondered if Belle's choice of clothing was influenced by Gold . . . probably.
No, this woman reminded Emma of old movie series she used to love, The Mummy. She looked a little like Rachel Weisz. The only part of the woman's face that could resemble Belle was the nose and the eye color. Hell, the hair color may not even be the woman's natural color but it did kind of look like Belle's as well. But the face itself was more elongated than heart shaped with farther parted eyes, more defined cheek bones and thicker less rosy lips. Plus, this woman had something about her shrieking don't mess with her instead of the openness seen in Belle. Emma had a feeling that she could take on Gold head on, giving him a run for his money. Although, she didn't know if Rumplestiltskin could perform magic outside of Storybrook yet. She hoped not.
The woman just let the two of them stare at her for a couple minutes awaiting their reaction. She hoped that the man was not going into shock. He looked pretty old and she didn't want to have to call 911 again. It would be the second time today someone thought she was their last loved one. It was tiring to have to break people's hearts daily.
Enough was enough; she had things to do before her son got home. He would be here soon and she didn't want him to see these people. All she needed was him seeing how this man looked at her and she would be answering questions all night. Her frustration evident in her tone as she looked to Emma, "May I help you . . . Mam?"
Her sharp words broke Emma out of her thoughts. Shaking her head she answered, "Yes, um, we're looking for a man that should live here. And you are?"
Before the nameless woman could answer Gold spoke. "Belle?"
"Who's Belle?"
"Are you not her, dearie?" Gold's pain expressed in his words. She had to be Belle. No other reason could be logical. The woman shook her head to say no she wasn't. Rumple's reaction, lighting quick, stung both women. One moment the woman was standing in her doorway the next Gold had her by the neck backed up against the wall by her door. "What kind of magic is this?"
"Gold," Emma yelled, "let her go!"
"No, only a demon of some sort could resemble her." His handle on the woman's neck tightens, yet she does not seem to be nervous or scared. She does not whimper or cry out for her life like he excepts. She was clam with her eyes closed and breathing in deep despite Rumplestiltskin hold on her. Gold shakes her trying to get her to open her eyes, but she has no response. Just as Emma worries that Rumplestiltskin has killed the woman her eyes flash open. Dark purple fire replaced icy blue.
What did Gold and Emma walk into?
The women may have the power to repel Rumple but she didn't. Emma's silent question remained unanswered as the sounds of someone coming up the stairs caused the woman to speck.
"Let me go now," unnerving was the tone she used. "You don't want humans to see you doing magic do you?"
Gold tighten the hold even more. "That's her boy," he nodded to Emma. "He's seen magic before."
"No," She couched. "It's not. That's the other tenet on this floor with the kid she watches. Can't you hear a kid's voice?"
Right on cue someone spoke. "I can't wait to tell Mommy! Do you think she's home yet, Miss Stephanie?" The child's voice carried like only a child's could – loud and high pitched.
Gold let out a sigh throwing the woman back to her door as a blond older woman's head and body came in sight from the stairs. When her feet landed on the top step another littler head of brown hair hands over his ears popped up. When both of his red conversed feet hit the floor the little boy zoomed toward the open door.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" He screamed at the woman while running into her open arms. He looked about five clearly just leaving school with his superman backpack, not that Emma could see much of the boy but his backside. His navy pants and white dress shirt told her that he went to a good school one where someone paid tuition to get into.
"Nothing, clam down," she soothed the boy by rubbing his hair. She pulled his face off her shoulder looking closely at him. Not that it allowed for the two to see his face because the boy's hair was over grown and very curly. "Go undo the alarm and the ringing will turn off. Then go change into your play clothes."
"Mommy, why are there people at our door?"
"Do you truly want to waste a question on them? The answer will not be as exciting as you think."
"Can I ask more than one question about them then?"
"Bee, go do what I ask please. If you don't someone will be very mad if they run all the way here to find out it was a false alarm." She put the boy down looking at the blond woman behind Gold and Emma. "Thank you for getting him today, Steph."
"No prob," The noisy blond with big brown eyes and even bigger ears nodded her to the two strangers. "Um, there might be a problem though."
"What?" The woman asked worried.
"There's a kid just sitting on the stairs looking like he's waiting for someone." Stephanie was at least a caring gossiper if there even was one.
"Okay, I'll go check on him in a few minutes." She looked back at the pair while Stephanie went to go open her door "I'm sorry you have the wrong address."
And she closed the door in their faces before either one could react.
What the hell had just happened?
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