I am back darlings! Chapter two is finally here. I haven't written in a long time, hopefully it is something worth reading. Lots of love to all my readers!

Chapter 2: Feeling alive

Thoughts. Many thoughts, many ifs going around the author's mind. Consequences. Having his heart broken all over again. His heart was already dark enough for the man he was. He knew what darkness felt. When he blackened his heart for the first time, he could finally see what made Cruella been so drawned to it. The power that a dark heart gives you. The power of not having weaknesses. But she would be always the one that made him weak. His happy ending was him, writing his stories, having the only woman he ever loved by his side. And that was something he never wanted to force. Moreover, the dark one was dying. He knew that Rumplestilskin would do anything to get his happy ending. He wouldn't stand a chance against him without his quill. And neither would Cruella. However his heart, his grieving heart, his romantic expectations could not let him in peace. Life is about risks, he thought. Was she the one he was willing to take again? The answer was clear. She was. He took a little bottle out of his pocket. Few drops of the remaining ink that no one knew he still had, and the quill he had sneaked out of the cabin earlier, took a blank page and his hand started writing what his heart desired. "Cruella De Vil is no longer dead"

Once he wrote it he waited. But nothing happened. It didn't work. It can't be possible. He thought to himself. However he felt the power leaving his body. And his quill disappeared. Did it work? If it did, where the hell is she?

The cemetery was quiet. Not even birds weren't singing. That quiet couldn't be disturbed by anything. Well almost anything. A loud voice and some loud knocking seemed to have created quit a mess.

After a lot of noises a casket from a very familiar graved opened, revealing a very irritated and furious Cruella.

"What in the bloody diamonds has happened?" Shaking the dirt out of her clothes and heels. "This is definitely not the underworld" She took a look around. Suddenly she saw the napking she had given Isaac at the Murray's lying on the ground. "Is this my funeral? Oh Isaac what a fool you are.." she murmured. Well if she wanted answers and realize what the hell was happening she needed to go she for herself. And that's what she did and found her way back to the town. Walking around storybrooke streets however, it was expected that she would have a meeting with a familiar face. And to her bad luck this person was the dark one.

Mr Gold was staring like he had seen a ghost. "Why are you here? We buried you hours ago. You are supposed to be dead" he angrily said.

"So I am really alive!" She realized in surprise. This was no joke. She was alive in flesh and blood.. and fur.

"How did this happen?" he asked her. He could not believe his eyes. Moreover he didn't want to believe that his precious Author had nothing to do with that. After all he had the quill. Or did he?

"I have no idea, darling but I am not very sad about it" She had no idea how was that possible. Was it Maleficent? It couldn't be. Maleficent was furious with her.

"I will deal with you later, dearie. I am no longer interested in your help since you lied to me. I am only interested to see you back in that coffin of yours, so my advice would be to watch your back" He threatened her and walked away frustrated changing his direction. He could feel actual worry. He hoped that Isaac had nothing to do with that. If he did that meant he was doomed. And Isaac would pay the price for doing such an unforgivable mistake.

It didn't take much time for him to reach the cabin. Finding Isaac, sitting on the couch, nervously biting his nails, his eyes filled with worry

"What did you do?" The dark one exclaimed moving towards him, his glare was deadly. He was screwed Isaac thought to himself.

"What do you mean?" he asked as if nothing had happened. Playing his game, hoping that Mr Gold wouldn't suspect anything. If Isaac was no longer useful to him, it was certain that he would kill him.

"Nothing special, just happened to run into my dead associate, Cruella De Vil... happens to know anything about it?" he moved closer, making Isaac feeling like a sheep in front of a hungry lion.

"It worked, she is alive.." he murmured quietly and his face broke into a small smile.

"So you do know something about it you pathetic imitation of a writer, WHAT DID YOU DO?" He was furious, but still managed to keep his elegance and temper. No one could fool Rumplestilskin.

"I did nothing!" He immediately responded. That's it, he thought. He wouldn't live to see her one last moment. He wouldn't live at all.

"Don't lie to me..." he grabbed him by his troat. "What did you do?"

Rumple simply lifted his hand and summoned the quill. Of course, he had enchanted it. But the quill was nowhere to be found. Isaac couldn't lie anymore, Rumple had figured everything out. He wasn't dumb.

"You idiot.. you lost the only thing that made you useful, the only thing that kept me from killing you, to bring back your insane lost love who ruined your life?" His grip was tighter now.

"What?" a familiar voice echoed from the corridor making both men turn. It was Cruella, standing there looking both of them in question. "You did this?" She took a few steps closer.

"You two deserve each other. Don't worry dearies, your both not so happy ending will come soon enough. As soon as I find the next author. I am gonna make you wish you were dead. Both of you." And with one move Rumple was now gone in a cloud of purple smoke, leaving Isaac and Cruella alone, looking at each other, not knowing what to say. For the dark one every minute was a waste of time.

"You still haven't gotten the message, haven't you darling?" She finally said after the dark one made quit the exit, deciding it was about time she broke that awkward silence. " I don't love you Isaac, I never cared about you, I was meant to kill you! Why did you even bother to bring me back? You knew that, didn't you?

Of course he knew it. He knew it all along. She wasn't telling him something new.

"You are right. I never fooled myself into believing you did. Well... only once maybe but that's a different story..." he murmured turning his back on her, searching for a book. He wanted to look at something to avoid the eye contact. She was making him nervous.

"You are such a coward. You can't even admit your own feelings!" she smirked.

"What feeling?" He fake wondered. He knew what she was talking about. He just couldn't give her the satisfaction of her having power over him. Even thought his actions had already betrayed him.

"Ha! You haven't changed at all, darling. Still hiding behind your finger. Studying the greats, knowing you will never become something more than the pathetic little coward you are." She was back to her old ruthless self. With her words cutting like knives. Making his blood boiling.

"A simple thank you would be enough" he replied trying to remain as calm as he could possibly be with that woman. " And what do you want after all? You are alive, please leave me at my own peace and quiet."

"I am alive but you definitely signed your own death sentence. Why did you brought me back Isaac?" She yelled. It wasn't that big of a deal for her to know, she just wanted to hear it. Something inside her disturbed mind teased her about it.

"Fine! You wanna know? Because even though you never felt a thing. I felt everything! I cared about you, I dreamt a future with you! Even though you disgust me, I never wanted you to die. Because for me you were something once. And I am already dead no matter what I did now. You killed everything inside me that night. You killed the hope I had in me." he finally confessed his truth. She had hurt him in so many ways. She made him who he is. But she also made him lose any hope at a happy ending.

"Was that so hard to say?" she ironically exclaimed.

"Was that so important to know?" he looked at her in disgust.

"No actually. it wasn't" He gave up everything for her again. And it really was a big deal, even though she hadn't yet realized it.

"And I am not coward." he defended himself.

"You are just sentimental, aren't you?" She moved closer to him, trying to catch his eye. He was avoiding any kind of eye contact with her. He couldn't look at her eyes. Because no matter what, he still loved her. No matter how insufferable she can be.

"Just leave me alone already!" He screamed. He finally looked at her in the eyes. Frowned.

"You don't have to lose your temper, darling. I didn't have any intention to keep you company anyway!" She replied and took a look at him one last time before she closed the door leaving him alone once again. Lost at his thoughts. His worries, his sadness... and his happiness... no matter how infuriating she was, he was glad she was back. She made him feel alive. In a twisted way...