A/N: I apologize my dearies! I've been going psycho this whole summer. Been depressed, having a bad time, and now things are getting a bit better. One problem right now is that my new laptop cannot convert the old Word document on which this story is written, but I will fix that soon enough. I have missed you all. It is time I write more, and complete this wonderful story at last. Get ready! Thanks, and enjoy. Love, Joanne.

The yaoguai roared as it charged the camp, demolishing the tents as well as the nearby trees and bushes. Mulan drew her sword, pointing it at the terrifying beast, ready to take it down. Belle barely managed to get out of its way as it charged once more, the heat of its body ablaze with power and destruction.

As she hid behind a nearby tree while Mulan dodged the beast's fire, Belle noticed that something was... off. She thought back to the passage she had read on the yaoguai, and remembered that the beast always charges down humans, and leaves nothing but their charred bones. This particular yaoguai seemed to do the opposite.

"Mulan!" cried Belle. "I have a plan! We will conquer the yaoguai. But we cannot kill it."

"Cannot kill it, are you mad?!" shrieked Mulan as she pointed her sword at Belle. "I was told to destroy it."

"And you will. In time. Trust me..."

I entertained myself by reading while Mr. Gold was at work. The house was as quiet as a cemetery, so quiet I could hear the ticking of all the clocks around me. Currently, I was finishing up The Lord of the Flies by William Golding. It's one of my favorite novels, and it always makes me sad. Golding wrote such truth though; leave children stranded and alone on an island, or anyone for that matter, and it turns into chaos and anarchy. It makes me shudder every time I read the part when Piggy gets killed.

I quickly finished reading, and then looked up at the clock. "Better make some lunch," I sighed, noting it was late afternoon. I peered nervously into the fridge, and after some debate, settled on a cheese and tomato sandwich. I poured a big glass of sweet tea, and began to eat.

As I ate, I wondered what I should read next. I wiped my face with a napkin as I thought back to all of the books I had with me. I finally settled on Gaston Leroux's Phantom of the Opera, an old, all time classic and favorite. I quickly cleaned my plate and glass, and ran to get my book.

I found it easily, resting in a pile on my night table, and held it close, almost lovingly. This was one of the only books I had ever been so emotionally connected to; somehow, I felt a deep connection with the Phantom, and I wished that he would have gotten the girl in the end. I walked to the couch, and laid down, getting comfortable enough to read.

Just as I got to the part about the notes the opera house was receiving, the telephone rang. I jumped, and by instinct, went to answer it, but quickly stopped myself. After several rings, the answering machine beeped, and I heard a familiar voice.

"Miss French, you are doing exactly as I ordered you to, very good," said Mr. Gold. "You shall be rewarded tonight, dearie. I will be coming home very soon. I hope everything is alright, and that you are, in fact, safe at home. Laters, baby."

" 'Laters baby?' " I said, making a face. "You are something else, Mr. Gold."

The trap was set. Belle was to lead the yaoguai to Mulan, who had secured a large slingshot which held a secured bucket filled with water. Once the beast got close, Mulan would douse the beast with the water, thereby weakening it. Belle was terrified as she taunted the beast, making it chase after her. Her heart thundered in her chest as she neared the spot where the slingshot was. "NOW!" she screamed over the beast's ungodly roar.

The water hit the yaoguai, causing the beast to fall to the ground with an injured roar. Mulan drew her sword as she ran towards the beast. "No!" Belle said, staying her hand. She knelt by the beast, gazing into its weakened eyes. "This isn't a real yaoguai. This is a curse..."

She fiddled in her pockets, and found what she was looking for. Fairy dust.

She took a small pinch out, and blew it onto the yaoguai, and within seconds, the beast transformed into a handsome, yet very weary and weakened prince.

"How- how did you know?" asked the prince.

"You didn't kill us," said Belle. "And I could sense it somehow."

"You're Prince Philip!" cried Mulan as she knelt down in respect. "My liege, my sincerest apologies. I did not know it was you."

"Do not apologize," said Prince Philip. "For I would have done the same if it were me. Who do I have to thank for breaking Maleficent's curse?"

"I'm Belle," said Belle. "I was able to track you, but I had a lot of help from Mulan. She's the one who had the strength to fight you."

"It is indeed an honor to be in the presence of such strong, intelligent women," said Prince Philip as he bowed to Mulan and Belle. "You both shall be rewarded greatly once I rescue the princess Aurora."

"Oh, honestly, I don't need anything in return," said Belle. "Just go and save her. She's waiting for you."

"Would you both come with me?" asked Prince Philip. "Help me wake up Aurora's people?"

"I will go with you," said Mulan. She stepped forward, and stood by the prince.

"I cannot go with you," said Belle softly. "I need to return back home, back where I am loved."

"Well," sighed Prince Philip. "I wish you safe journey. May the gods be with you."

"As do I," said Mulan as she embraced Belle for the last time. "Be safe, my friend."

"Be safe, you two," said Belle as she waved goodbye to her friends before departing.

Being the complete and utter nerd that I am, I closed my book, and began to sing Think of Me. You have to admit, the lyrics are pretty romantic and beautiful. I whipped out my iPod, and found the film soundtrack. I listened to Pensa Me, the Italian version of the song. There is something about the Italian version of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack that makes it even more unique and romantic. I hummed along, closing my eyes and getting lost in the music.

"I see you have found a way to entertain yourself while I was at work," said Mr. Gold, making me jump.

"Yes, I have," I said breathlessly, taking the ear buds out of my ear and turning off my iPod.

His hand roamed through my hair, and without warning, he pulled me into a passionate kiss that made my knees buckle. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. "Undress for me, dearie," he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck. Unfortunately, I forgot how to, especially with Gold caressing and kissing me in all the right places. He soon realized this, and got me down to my bra and panties. Slowly, he unclasped my bra, and led a trail of kisses from my breasts to my navel. There he stopped, took the top of my panties in his teeth, and eased them down my thighs where I quickly kicked them down to my ankles and off to the side. I felt as if I was on fire; I was ignited by his passion, his lust, his insatiable appetite for me. My body ached for his touch, for his body to crash against mine, for his large, thick member to enter me over and over again until I screamed out his name in utter ecstasy! But I was greatly disappointed.

"I want you to pleasure yourself, dearie," said Mr. Gold seductively.

Belle had walked a great distance back to where she had come from. Her journey to find herself brought her to more clarity, and a love she could not deny, even as hard as she had tried. She loved Rumplestilzkin, there was no doubt about that, and there was no changing it. Facing death brought her to that conclusion. When we are faced with our darkest moments, we often think of the ones we love.

"Just over this last hill," sighed Belle. "And then I will be home again."

She ran down the hill as quickly as she could, and approached the gigantic castle door. Timidly, she knocked on the door. How would he receive her after leaving him? Would he welcome her back with love? Would he turn her away? Would he hurt her?

The door opened by itself, and Belle walked inside, and shut the door behind her. It was eerily quiet inside. Everything was dusty and dirty, and there was no sight of the Dark One anywhere. "Hello?" Belle called. "Rumplestilzkin?"

No one answered her. She walked around the castle, peering in the kitchen, library, and even in her old bedroom, but he wasn't there. "I know I have hurt you deeply, but I'm home now. I am sorry to have left you, and I just want to say how much I love you. I love you Rumplestilzkin."

" 'I LOVE YOU RUMPLESTILZKIN!' " said a cruel, mocking voice. With a puff of black smoke, the Evil Queen appeared before the beauty.

"What have you done to him?!" shouted Belle. "Where is he?"

"I?" asked Regina, smirking and pointing to herself. "I haven't done a thing."

"You lie!" screamed Belle. "Where is he? Where's Rumplestilzkin?"

"Locked behind bars in his filthy little cage," said Regina. Her lips curled up in a sneer. "The Dark One had it coming. He was tricked by Cinderella and captured. I do say, I couldn't have done it better myself..."

"I must free him!" cried Belle as she turned to leave.

"You, my dear, aren't going anywhere," said Regina as she snapped her fingers. Two guards appeared, and restrained Belle. As hard as she wriggled and tried to get out of their grasp, it was no use. Regina had won. "Take her to the West tower until I find better use of her."

"Hard task."

I wasn't going to go through with that. Not a chance. Mr. Gold sighed, and began to undress. "Why not?"

"I don't do that."

"Oh dearie," chuckled Mr. Gold. "Don't kid yourself or me. Of course you do. Everyone does. Even Granny Lucas-"

"Okay, do not want a visual of that!" I said, covering my eyes.

"What is there to be ashamed of?" asked Mr. Gold as he peeled my hands away from my eyes. "It is natural. And for the most part, if you can't get yourself off, how do you expect some dolt to be able to do it?"

"I've been lucky enough to have a very pleasureable experience with you," I replied. "I have no need for that."

"Dearie, just this once, pleasure yourself for me?" He was now completely naked, his member thick and erect. "I promise, I will bring you great pleasure tonight because of your obedience."

I laid on the bed, propping my head against the soft pillows. "I don't think I can..." I bit my lip nervously.

"Would you find it easier if I tell you what to do?" he suggested hotly as he kissed me. I nodded in agreement. "I want you to close your eyes, and start by caressing up and down your body."

I closed my eyes, and caressed my arms, and shoulders, and then my breasts. I tweaked my nipples, setting me on fire. I squeezed my breasts, moaning softly as little by little I was giving in to Gold's will.

"Good, dearie. Now trail your hand down further..."

I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was ready.

"Yesss, dearie, part your perfect, wet pink lips for me... Pretend your fingers are my cock, ramming inside of you..."

I entered myself with two fingers, pumping in and out. I shuddered and gasped, overcome with newfound pleasure. "Oh God," I moaned softly as I pumped a bit faster.

"Yes, Belle," he groaned. "Don't forget your clit. Tease yourself until you cum. Cum for me, dearie."

I gasped as I teased my clit with my other hand while simultaneously fingering myself with the other. I panted as my orgasm built. My eyes shot open, and I came wildly. "Gold!" I cried out.

"Belle!" he grunted as he pumped his shaft furiously. He spurted hard onto the bed, and then curled next to me. Both of us couldn't catch our breath.

"I have never felt like that before," I gasped as I buried my face into his shoulder.

"Be truthful, dearie," panted Mr. Gold. "Do you ever masterbate?"

I blushed crimson. "I do, but not very often. Rarely do I ever..."

"Dearie, do not be ashamed," said Mr. Gold as he kissed my forehead. "Never be ashamed of your beautiful body and the pleasure you can bring to yourself."

I kissed him, running my fingers through his soft hair. "Wait a minute," I said, pulling away. "You promised you would give me pleasure."

"Eager for me so soon?" smirked Mr. Gold. "Well, I'm always ready."

I laughed as he kissed my neck and breasts before settling himself between my legs. Gently, he eased into my slick opening, and I arched against the pillows. Slowly, deliciously slowly, he pumped in and out, making sure to rub against my already sensitive clit. I opened wider for him, urging him to enter me deeper. I shuddered as he entered me as deeply as he could, and slowly withdrew. He sat up, and positioned me onto his lap, facing him. He guided himself back into me, and began to slowly work up speed. Our eyes locked, our breaths coming in rhythmic pants as he pumped into me faster and faster. "Oh yes!" I whimpered as his balls slapped against my G spot.

"Finger your clit," growled Mr. Gold hotly. "I want you to cum for me."

I teased and rubbed my clit frantically as orgasm loomed closer. "Oh God, Gold!"

"Yes, dearie. You like that?"

I screamed as he pumped furiously into me, and I came deliciously on his lap. I felt that he was nearing his, and I quickly moved off of his lap to suck him off. With a few quick pumps, his thick, creamy load spurted hotly in my mouth. Once he finished, I swallowed and licked my lips. He tasted delicious.

"Did I bring you pleasure?" asked Mr. Gold.

"Yes you did," I said with a grin as I collapsed against the pillows, smiling.