A/N: I am currently on spring break, and sadly, it is almost over. I am happy that I have made my lovely readers happier with the last update. I think it's time I start explaining more about who Mrs. Robinson is. It's high time I kick this up another notch. BAM! Enjoy! Love, Joanne.

"I find that hard to believe, Mr. Gold."

I crossed my legs defensively as I sat on the soft brown couch, looking across at Gold sitting in his armchair uncomfortably. We sipped our tea in silence for a while, then he got up from his seat, and handed me a picture frame of him standing next to a woman with long raven hair and ruby lips. He was quite young, no older than thirteen or fourteen, and the woman must have been in her late twenties or early thirties. They were standing on a beach; her in her Marilyn Monroe-esque bathing suit with polka dots and he in his swim trunks. It looked innocent enough…

"This is "Mrs. Robinson"," said Mr. Gold quietly, exhaling as if a sudden weight was straining over him. "It's not her real name. Her real name is Cora."

"Is the young boy you?" I asked as I looked back at him.

"Yes, that would be me," he said softly. He sat down beside me and sighed heavily. "She was our next door neighbor. I helped around with some of the work around the grounds, and she would pay me decently. Her husband had passed, and with a daughter who was like a queen to her and a step daughter that she threw out of her home after his death, she needed help…"

"She threw her step daughter out?" I exclaimed. "That's terrible!"

"I have only just begun," he flashed me a small smile, and put the picture frame back. "One day, when her daughter Regina was at summer camp, Cora asked me to clean her swimming pool. Figuring I could easily get a few extra bucks, I immediately went to work. There she was, all five foot five of pure sex, heat, and boobs. And to a teenage boy, watching her bend over and watch me drove me insane."

"After I finished cleaning the pool, she called me over and asked if I would like to come in the house for an ice cold lemonade. I said I would, and I toweled off before stepping inside the house."

"Before I knew it, she had locked the door behind me, and pinned me up against the wall. "I'm going to teach you, boy," she said to me. "But first, I'm going to please you. Then, I'm going to teach you how you are going to please me. You will do as I say, and will not tell a soul as long as you live…""

There were no words that I could say. I had nothing. I was confounded and deeply disturbed by his admittance, but still, I was happy that he was now talking more about his past.

"When I was with her," Gold continued as he pulled out a small flask from his jacket pocket. "She controlled my every move. I couldn't eat, sleep, think, or even jerk off without her approval. She was, and still is to this day, the epitome of a dominant. She is the reason I am who I am. I must control you, Belle, because of her. I vowed, once she found a new submissive, to never become one ever again. And so, I dominated women."

"Have you come in much contact with Cora?" I asked curiously. "Have you heard from her or seen her?"

"As I've said, I try my best to avoid her like the plague that she is," said Mr. Gold as he collected our empty tea cups and walked towards the kitchen sink. "But just when you get too comfy, the little witch comes back…"

The pull of dark magic was getting stronger and stronger every day. Rumplestilzkin knew it, felt it in his very blood. Magic would soon fade, and they would all be stuck in the place where all would suffer. He wished there was another way he could protect Belle and their unborn child from the evil that was about to come their way, but there was nothing that could stop it; Regina was about to have her way with the people of fairytale land, and there was nothing anyone or anything could do about it.

Despite the impending doom, Rumplestilzkin resolved to make every moment count with Belle. He held her hand as they strolled the grounds of the Dark Castle, her once sickly pale skin now a lovely peachy glow. For fun, he would make it rain jasmine blossoms all around them, and her cerulean eyes would light up as she laughed.

They lay there side by side, watching the clouds float by. Belle would tell him some of the interesting stories that she had read, and Rumplestilzkin would tell her of all the interesting bargains and adventures he had over the course of his life.

Then, one day, it all changed.

Belle was six months pregnant, and really starting to show. She carried her pregnancy quite well; she glowed like an angel. She was pouring over the books in the library when there was an ominous knock on the door. Rumplestilzkin, who had been pondering over a book nonchalantly, got up from his seat. He felt the static of the dark threads of magic in the air; if he did not open the door, the door would very soon be blasted open. Striding with purpose, but not reflecting any fear, he walked to the door and opened it. "And what brings you to my humble abode?"

Her dark eyes narrowed at Rumplestilzkin as she walked, uninvited, into the castle. "You haven't been out and about, dear Rumple. I was getting worried someone had offed you."

"As you can see, I'm still alive and kicking," said Rumplestilzkin. "What is it you need?"

"I just wanted to say goodbye to my dearest love. Is that such a crime?" smirked Cora. "My, my, we are a bit uptight."

"You almost killed my servant girl," he hissed through his teeth. "If you've come to get anything out of me, even so much as a goodbye, you have been sadly mislead. I want nothing to do with you."

Cora chuckled darkly. "Are you forgetting how alike we are? You and I, we used to be cut from the same cloth. They spat on us, darling, those fucking royals. They made me bow too many times that my fucking back broke. And you remember oh so well that man who forced you to kiss his boot. Remember the hatred, and embrace it. It fuels our power. It is our destiny to take back what is ours…"

"I don't want that life anymore," Rumplestilzkin growled. "I'm through being the Dark One. I don't want to be the bad guy anymore. I don't want the world to hate me and isolate me."

"All magic comes with a price," said Cora. "It just so happens that is the price we pay for being so powerful. Come, join me in Wonderland, and we will be saved from Regina's curse."

"I won't go with you."

Cora sighed, and chuckled cruelly. "Is that the pitter patter of another person's feet I hear?"

Before Rumplestilzkin could say another word, Cora had disappeared in a puff of black smoke, then reappeared with Belle. Cora held one hand around the beauty's waist while the other was at her neck, choking the life out of her. "So, this is my replacement, Rumple?"

"Let her go!" barked the Dark One.

"Oh, my stars and garters," gasped Cora as the hand around Belle's waist drifted towards her swollen, pregnant belly. "You've gotten the whore pregnant."

"You will not call her that!" roared Rumplestilzkin angrily as he summoned a fireball in his hand.

"Careful," tsked Cora. "I hold two lives in my hand. You throw that at me, and either one or both will die."

Rumplestiulzkin held the fireball in his hand for several moments, and finally extinguished it. "I knew you were always a coward," Cora said with bite.

Belle gasped and screamed with pain as Cora plunged her hand into her abdomen. Before Rumplestilzkin could do anything, she held their unborn child in her hands, and then snapped its neck before tossing it to the floor as if it were a pile of rags. Belle, enraged and hysterical, lunged towards Cora, but it was too late. The witch had already disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, already safely in Wonderland.