Rumple's Midnight Encounters: For beautylily


With his curiosity sparked Rumplestiltskin walked over to the teleport, which stood in a corner of his dungeon room, and pulled the lever. With sparks and buzzing sounds the instrument started to work and in a flash of light another visitor appeared.

Rumplestiltskin looked down at his wrist and pursed his lips. "Hello, dearie," He said, not looking up as the female stepped away from the teleport, "who might you be?"

"Erin," She said, "Blonde hair, gray eyes, shortish." She wiggled her hand and Rumplestiltskin's eyes darted up to study her. His eyebrows knitted as he admired her head to toe and then started to smile brightly.

"Yes, indeed." He said. "You do look a bit like your description."

Erin let out a soft giggle. "Well, aren't you fun." She said with a smile. "You must be Rumplestiltskin. In fact, you can't be anyone else but him. I'd recognize you anywhere." She said in a southern accent. Her words sounded sort of twangy, like there should be a banjo playing behind her.

"What's that accent?" Rumplestiltskin asked in his Scottish voice, not quite able to place it.

"What's that accent?" She retorted teasingly, then smiled as she saw he had to smile about it too. She had him there.

She flushed. "Er, never mind."

The imp smiled toothily at her. "Well, Erin, Now that we're acquainted," He paused and patted the lever of the teleport with his right hand while looking affectionately at it before turning his gaze to her. "I was just trying out this new teleport and it seems to have brought you here, Nya-ah."

Erin cocked her head at his strangled high-pitched laugh and could swear she'd seen him blush.

Rumplestiltskin couldn't help his eccentric outbursts and his giggles were part of something he could not suppress. With flushed cheeks he quickly brushed past her whilst waving a hand about. "Care to have a look around?"

Erin's eye followed his back as he walked away from her and for a moment she silently pondered whether or not to ask him about the tight leather pants he always seemed to be wearing. But wouldn't that be odd?

"If you wouldn't mind I'd rather stick with you. You've always been my," here she paused and shocked realized what she was about to say.

Rumplestiltskin turned to face her and saw her wide eyes upon him. "I've always been your what?" He carefully asked, pronouncing every letter clearly and huskily.

"My favourite fairy tale character." Erin finished, now looking down shyly at her hands.

The golden imp in front of her felt his chest swell with pride at her words and studied her as she glanced down. He ran a hand through his brown curls and clicked his tongue. "Alas, one so innocent already corrupted in her youth."

Erin looked up at him with a frown. "Corrupted?"

Rumplestiltskin stared intently at her, arms now folded in front of his chest and face hardening. "I'm hardly the kind of man you should adore, dearie."

The girl let out a small laugh. "Still, I can't help it. I've been on the internet looking for you,"

Rumplestiltskin smiled. "Ah yes, the internet," He glanced at the computer on the corner of his desk and cleared his throat. He finally knew what it meant now.

Erin continued " and things about you. I even found several men imitating you and I role played with them."

The man's eye twitched. "You what? I have imposters?"

Erin just shrugged.

"Well, just be careful what you do, dearie." He told her, eyes wide as he watched her. "There is only one real me, and that's me."

"Care to prove it?" Erin mumbled. The golden imp blinked at her as he processed her words. Had he heard them correctly? Was she offering him a challenge?

With a bright smile he came closer to her. "Oh yes," he whispered, "I'm not afraid to prove it to you, little beauty lily."

Erin gasped at the use of her nickname and looked up into the man's eyes. They showed a great mixture of emotions, storming as they battled for the conquest, and his pupils were dilated. He leaned in closer.

And then she was gone.

"Dread it," Rumplestiltskin said through gritted teeth. "I really wonder if there's a time-fix for this machine." He banged his fist against the teleport which bleeped at this before he returned to his desk and slammed a flat palm against the computer.

The screen switched on to show a picture of Erin sitting on a couch, munching ice cubes. 'Talk to ya later, Rumps' the little text that accompanied it said.

Rumplestiltskin stared at it with wide eyes, then mumbled "Well, have I ever."