Gold was standing in the kitchen, eagerly fingering his cane, he kept glancing out of the could not allow her to go away and leave him. Sometimes, in retrospect, he for a second doubted the correctness of his decision, of creating their life here, but those 16 years were everything to him. Here she loved him. Yes, the love was created by a curse, but it was better than what he experienced when his Queen chose some Prince Charming over him. Gold angrily raised his stick and brought it down with a crash on the counter, smashing to pieces her cup, its shards decorating the floor. Within him boiled hatred for the woman and for himself for having once believed her. He had offered her a better life, and she chose Charming again. Gold went up to the picture and, pushing it aside, typed in the code on the safe. He took out a glass vial with a shiny liquid, he carefully turned it over in his hands, still staring at the purple glow, and then he opened the bottle, and dipped the needle into the vial.
A sly smile crept across his face.

***
After driving up to the house, Regina got out and walked resolutely to the house. Her own destiny did not matter, only Megan mattered. Opening the door with his key, the woman stepped through into the house, going straight to the kitchen, where she could hear the sound of a familiar voice. But going into the room, she stood chained starring at a glowing monitor in the center of the table.
"Mommy! We are preparing the dinner! When will you come?" Asked the screen Megan smiling. This was from a year ago, it repeated every ten seconds, returning the screen to its primary state.

Regina shocked looking at the same image; the meaning of all that was happening gradually began to reach her. Megan was with David. She had not returned home. Gold deceived her, and she had been so easily led on by his lies. Regina mentally reproached herself for such a stupid thing for allowing herself to be manipulated by him again. Not wanting to be in this house, she turned to the door, and suddenly realized that she was not alone. Gold was standing in the doorway, looking eagerly at her actions and not taking his eyes off her.
"Good to have you back, my dear," he purred, through a strained smile.
Regina did not answer, just glared at him. She had lived with him for so many years that she knew what kind of mood he was in. Gold was angry, she felt it. Regina instinctively tensed, remembering all that he once she did, and her last night with him. She experienced a sharp pain echoing throughout her body, and she put her hand to her neck, gently feeling the places where there were bruises.
Gold's eyes did not escape from this movement, and he only smiled strangely, prompting Regina to take a few steps back, slamming her back in to the table. After gathering all her will into a fist, she tried to return her face to an impassive expression, ignoring the hidden light in the eyes of her husband, she said:
"You lied to me." her voice was calm, but inside everything was boiling and twisting with emotions.
"You want to get away from me. You think I did not notice? You cannot hide anything for me, Regina." Gold smiled, taking a step toward her, he continued, "you are my wife, but once again I have to remind you about it." Gold shook his head, taking another step. Now he was standing right in front of her, feeling her body tensing from his presence. He gently took her by the chin and pressed his lips to hers, tearing a kiss. Regina stood with his hands moving all over her. But as soon as his hand accidentally touched her neck, pulling her closer, she immediately pushed him away, and, wiping her mouth on her sleeve, still panting from the sudden onslaught, walked to the door.
"Don't you dare ... you won't ever touch me again." she spat in his face. "I'm leaving. You're not going to manipulate me. I'll take Megan, and we will not disturb you anymore."
At the mention of his daughter, Gold tightened his grip on his cane, his patience was coming to an end.
"Megan? She is my daughter!" He shouted, banging his cane on the vase standing on the side table. Shards scattered across the floor, and Regina looked fearfully at him. But in the next moment, she pulled herself together and looked at Gold with contempt.
"I'm her mother, and you would not dare to take her away. Yes no court would not give it to you if I tell them what you did to me!" Regina cried.
Gold laughed with his arms crossed in front of him, looking at Regina standing before him. Now she was just the way he always wanted her to be, strong, overbearing. Oh, he had so many plans for the two of them. And now, when she finally appeared before him in her true essence, she was against him. He laughed again, marveling at the irony of this, but now he was feeling evil and bitter at the same time.
"If you only knew how wrong you were. You're still the same as I remember you, my Wicked Queen." he said, deliberately emphasizing the last word on which Regina's eyebrows shot up.
"What are you talking about?" She did not understand causing Gold to laugh even harder.
"Did he not tell you? Trying to spare your feelings?" He gloated, coming close to her and holding his hand on her cheek, causing Regina to jump back as if struck. Who did not tell her? David? What should he have said? All this flashed through her mind. But the thought husband's voice distracted her:
"Too bad you do not remember anything, as then you'd know that love - it's a weakness. But I'm going to teach you a lesson. Apparently, you forgot our last ..."
Gold's voice was full of anger and his eyes flashed with an unhealthy sheen, and the next moment Regina saw as he pulled out an object from a side pocket. The light needle glistened in the rays of the evening sun, and her eyes wide, she ran away from the kitchen. Frantically reaching for the phone, as she passed, she ran to the front door, feeling that Gold, though a bit lame, would be prepared, and catch up with her somehow. Tugging on the door several times and making several strong hits with her shoulder, Regina realized that she was caught. In her own house, she felt like game that was being driven into a cage. Regina quickly dialed David's number, Regina did not notice as Gold appeared in the doorway, clutching a syringe. At the back of the room watching everything was Graham.
Regina looked anxiously at the people approaching her, trying to quickly type a message to David. She shrank into the front door, but then noticed an antique dresser, and ran up to it. For several years, she kept her gun there. Jefferson had given it to her once when she came to him in tears, and with a huge bruise on her cheek. And since then, it had always been there. Regina mentally prayed that Gold had not found it, and her request was heard. With trembling hands she pulled out the gun and pointed it directly at her husband. This forced him to stop for a moment, looking slyly at her.
"You cannot shoot, Regina." he smiled, taking a few steps toward her.
The woman would tightened her grip on the gun and released the safety.
"I think you do not want to risk it," she said, her voice trembling. Regina was not sure she could shoot, but she had to try. For the sake of Megan.
Gold took a few more steps, and now he was standing so that the barrel of a gun came up against his heart.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked. "Shoot! Shoot Now!" He cried, feeling the air in the room rings with stress.
His terrifying eyes staring at Regina, his chest heaving under the barrel of the gun, wanting to make it all ended as quickly as possible. She did not understand how but she managed to squeeze the trigger ...
But the shot did not happen, and Gold only laughed mischievously, knocking the weapon out of her trembling hands.
"Honestly think I'd leave it with the bullets? Honey, I'm not an idiot." he grinned.
Regina has not had time to recover, as she felt strong arms grabbing her from behind, squeezing and preventing escape.
"You promised that she would live," she heard Graham murmur.
"Oh, yes, I won't, I have prepared a fate for her a bit scarier than death." he whispered against her lips Gold, waving the syringe in front of her. Only now Regina noticed that the fluid has glittered purple.
"What is it?" She asked, still trying to escape, but was stopped by a strong shake of Graham.
"Honey, do you still not remember? Well, never mind, you will soon fall asleep, and you will not care anymore." Gold said quietly, but his voice rang with triumph. "You know, I tried to tear you apart, to give you both something you needed, but you are so attracted to each other. So now this is the only way." He went on to say, but Regina was not listening and just watched mesmerized the sharp end of the needle.
"Whatever you're up to, let me go." she cried for the last time, feeling tears start to drip out of the eye.
Gold leaned close to her, wiping tears from her pale skin, and dramatically introduced the needle into her neck. Regina felt a slight prick, and then the whole room began to spin, enveloping black veil.
"I'll never let you go." it was the last thing she heard before you fell into oblivion.