Hello everyone! Chapter three here! I have very little time but I am trying my best to finish the sotry, even though I have no clue where the hell this is gonna end up hahaha. Reviews are very welcome. A huge thanks to the people who take time to read what I write.

Chapter 3: A fool for you

Walking her way far from the cabin Cruella stood for a moment realizing that she had nowhere to go. She had nothing. No luggage, no home, not even her car keys. Everything was back at that cabin. Once she got everything, still she had nowhere to go. She was powerless. She was nothing. Nothing inside Storybrooke, nothing outside Storybrooke. She shook her head, trying to drop all of these thoughts, getting back her confidence and started walking back to the cabin. She knew she had to tolerate the infuriating author, well ex author, for a few minutes and it didn't really made her happy. However, she had no choice

Once she got there, she tried to be as discrete as possible. Hard thing for a woman like her. She quietly opened the door hoping that Isaac wouldn't be there. But hope is a bitch.

"I thought I got rid of you fifteen minutes ago" He exclaimed while he was standing next to the fireplace, surprised by her reappearance.

"Well darling, you should have got rid of me when you had the chance" She replied not even looking at him going straight to the wardrobe. Throwing clothes around the place hoping to find some of her expensive outfits and some fur coats. She left some on the house and then she started tearing the place apart. Closet, drawers, everything. She lifted the whole house in the air, searching.

"You are making a mess, what are you looking for?" he asked as he observed her quietly taking a glance at the only book he had with him, the great Gatsby.

"My car keys!" She screamed in frustration.

"Oh you mean my car keys?" He smirked. He then lifted his hand in the air jingling her precious keys.

"Nice joke Isaac, now give them back!" she came closer to him to make sure that she would scare him enough.

"You forget that the car was mine... and now I want it back" He calmly replied to her request. He was teasing her. Her temper was always so easy for her to lose it.

"Fat chance!" She moved closer to him. He had started irritating her. She would do anything to get those keys. That car was all she had left. And her only way to get out of this bloody town.

"Or what? You will kill me?" He joked trying to show off that masculinity she had pointed out earlier. He couldn't seem weak. If he seemed weak she would take advantage of it.

"Oh I am going to make you suffer.." she moved closer and closer, only an inch away from him. His chest was touching hers and her grip was now around his jaw. Isaac lost his words. He tried to whisper.. "I am not scared of you.."

"Oh but you should!" She interrupted him not even giving him the chance to fill the phrase. Her face just centimeters away from his. Looking at each other... Hate. It's a very powerful emotion...Love, hate... such a fine line. The stronger emotions a person can feel. For Isaac it was both. Cruella never learned to separate her emotions. It was the curse of having a disturbed mind. Not knowing how you really feel. However, what she did, was, above all, surprising. She kissed him. And he kissed her back. Aggressively, like they were trying to rip each other apart. Isaac didn't even get the chance to think, everything happened so quickly. A voice in his head was screaming "It's one of her tricks! don't let her fool you" but his heart was already fooled to listen at such things. It was more than possible but he simply just, didn't care. She was the darkness, the darkness he had always been allured by.

"I've got the keys.." she finally whispered in his ear, breaking the kiss but not mivng away from him. He didn't react. She loosened her grip and finally let him go. Taking her stuff and walked out of the house That infuriating woman! He thought to himselft. She had done it again. But this time he wouldn't let her walk away like that. Moreover, that kiss, made his heart pound like crazy. He had never felt like this before.

"Cruella wait!" He ran after her. "Don't run away! Not again!"

"What do you want, darling?" she rolled her eyes. Her instinct didn't fool her. She knew that he would come after her.

"I want you to stop acting like you can't have a happy ending. You can if you want to! And now you have a second chance." He tried to make her believe and see that there is not only darkness in this world. There is also hope. Something that her mothered never taught her. She might have killed her father, but locking her away, from everyone and everything.. she had no chance of feeling anything. Sadness, happiness, love...

"Let me guess, with you?" She laughed. He didn't give up. It was admirable how stubborn he could be. How much effort he was willing to put on her. She destroyed him. And still there was something inside him that still believed that Cruella De Vil could change. Could be loved.

"Not necessarily with me, even though you can if you want to.. but with anything. It's your choice. Take the chance. Besides you have nothing left to lose. You chose the dark side, and look where you are. Alone with no allies, no purpose, no home, no money, no friends, no anything. What if the good side, offers you more than the dark side?" She could have tossed all these words in a trash can in her mind, but surprisingly she actually did listen and actually found a point. She had nothing. She was nothing. She needed to be something "I have nothing too" he kept talking. "Both heroes and villains here want our head, and mostly Rumplestilskin. Why don't we just survive this place for now and talk about happy endings later? But I warn you, we have to work together if we want to succeed. " he tried to convince her. He was right thought. They needed a plan. They needed a way out or a way to stop the dark one. Otherwise they would soon be both dead.

"Okay Hemingway wannabe, what's your plan?" She finally replied, taking his offer.

"My plan is to convince the heroes, to protect us. They won't trust us. That's why I have to do the talking and you just have to trust me. If they don't listen we might need some of your methods but for now that won't be necessary. Let me handle this" he explained.

"You have one chance to show me what you can do" she looked at him with boredom. Bloody heroes, she hated them. She threw her stuff all over him expecting him to carry them. Which he did. Isaac smiled however, and gladly helped her getting their way to the car. "Didn't I already?" he finally responded, referring to the kiss they earlier shared. He wanted to look strong. He could show his sentimentality. She was still the same bitch she was, he needed to win her over but for that to happen he must go with the flow.

For her it wasn't that hard to realize what Isaac was trying to do. She was a clever woman. "You are trying too much Isaac.." She rolled her eyes. He didn't say anything. He just followed her around the forest hoping that the car would appear soon. Those furs where pretty heavy. He made her come with him and for now that was a major success. The funny thing about Isaac is that no matter how wise he had become, he would always play the fool for this particular woman.

I just thought that first Authella kiss should be between hate, fight, a game. It's more like Cruella. I don't know where this is gonna go. I guess we are both finding out on the next chapter!