Hey everyone!

Please note that, yes, I changed my username for personal reasons, one of them including that I am trying to move away from being Harry Potter centered all the time.

Sorry this has taken so long… I've been really busy and I typed this when I should have been doing homework… Oops… Oh well.

For those of you who have asked/been wondering, yes, this story will be going into Storybrooke.

NO ONE SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS NIGHT'S EPISODE! I haven't seen it because I have to watch the episodes on hulo since I don't have cable… '-.- I am watching it after school tomorrow.

Anyways, enjoy!

~OUAT~

Chapter 6- Capture and Curse

Seven weeks.

It had been seven weeks since she was kidnapped and yet no one had come after her.

She has been put through so much in those seven weeks… she wished that Shyam was the only one harming her now, at least it wasn't as bad with him as it was with these people… She was very nearly broken, squashed into nothingness with the treatment she was getting as they belittled her with words and actions, beating her and raping her.

The rape… that was the worst part. The first one to do it was Behemoth, the wraith who had kidnapped her. She knew it would hurt but it was a hundred times worse considering he wasn't even human and that Maleficent and the other wraiths were watching as she screamed to be let go, crying uncontrollably, blood getting everywhere.

It was horrible.

The pain of it… the laughs and taunts it caused… the feeling of him inside her, tearing her lower region as he stole away her virginity. She felt dirty and ill afterwards and it only got worse as she was passed around and each wraith took her; eventually, even Maleficent took her turn. By that time, Sally had gone silent and numb, unable to say or do anything to stop or react to what was happening.

At one point, when the wraith Bodaway raped her three weeks into her capture, she tried picturing someone—anyone—else besides the wraith atop her. Her mind automatically went to Rumpelstiltskin, his name slipping from her mouth in a cry as she climaxed. Since it was his face she knew the best. His revolting, green-gold, wrinkled and scaly face…

Oh who was she kidding? She didn't think he was disgusting or gut-wrenching anymore. Not since the embrace they shared… In fact, the thought of him made her stomach flutter. His green-gold scaly skin on hers, his dry, cracking lips moving against her own smooth, soft once or her skin… sucking her throat… The kiss had been amazing and she had, honestly, wished he had done it again.

Every time she thought of what she said to him, her heart would break and sink, knowing that he hated her now and was out there, not caring what happened to her, continuing to make his deals. He would no longer keep his promise of protecting her, no longer be there. Not anymore. She ruined it all because she panicked when he revealed that he knew about her wish.

Truth be told, the only reason she had been scared was because she didn't want to lose him and didn't want to find out that he wasn't her Lancelot, her prince charming. But, she had assured that now, hadn't she?

Now she sat on her metal bed with the single, thin sheet and the lone pillow, tears rolling down her dirty face as she held the moldy and damp towel that was covered in her blood from her lower, broken region to her naked form, trying to cover up, shivering against the cold. The cell hold was damp and icy, a breeze blowing in. She didn't even bother trying to clean the snot running down her face from her nose, in the mind set of she couldn't get any worse looking or feeling so she might as well become the dirt she felt. She was so far gone that she just didn't care anymore.

She looked outside to the night, hoping—praying—that there would be a shooting star to wish upon. But, the sky was shielded by clouds, hiding the stars and moon from view, stealing away all hope Sally had and she allowed herself a small whimper leading quickly to an open sob.

"I'm sorry," She whispered to no one. "I'm sorry." Another sob. "I'm sorry, Rumpelstiltskin. I didn't mean what I said… Please come back… come back to me… come save me from the place…"

Not even the wind answered her cries.

Rumpelstiltskin sat in his living room at his old, run down shack on the island in the middle of nowhere, drinking whisky as he stared into the flickering flames in his fireplace. They seemed to give off not heat for him as he still felt as bitter and cold as always, black eyes full of anger and hate, spit and always seeking revenge.

It had been seven weeks since he had last seen her, since he has lost her. He had admitted to spying on her and she had, of course, not taken it well. She had ran and no one had seen her since.

He had looked, of course, but just like when he had searched for his wife and couldn't find her, he gave up. He had come to terms with not finding her, his heart broke once more. He didn't even know why he was upset. The girl was annoying and he sickened her. He hated that he promised to protect her but hated it more that he hadn't kept the promise but instead, pushed her away, hurt her himself. He was confused and thus, he shut down. He didn't want to deal with his emotions, didn't want to feel or deal with complications.

After the ball, after talking with Cinderella, he had gone back to the queen and, once he discovered Sally hadn't returned to the castle like he had thought, he told her that Sally had gone missing. The queen was furious and tried to have Rumpelstiltskin killed but he outsmarted her and was just able to escape, taking his very few belongings there—the organs included—and returned to his isolated island, his home, away from everyone and everything, making deals when he saw fit, fighting to forget all about the plain, brown haired girl.

But, every night while he laid in bed, Sally surfaced to the front of his mind. Her smiling face, her laugh, the feel of her skin under his fingertips, her lips on his, moving in sync with them…

He closed his eyes, picturing it as he sat alone in his house. His mind began to wonder against his will, picturing her body as it was on the day of her birth, picturing how she would feel under him, under his hands, bear skin, hot breath on his ear as he kissed her neck. His lower region began to throb as he pictured all of this, begging for release.

He pictured her under him, her mouth in the shape of an O in a moan as he moved, eyes fluttering shut, their bodies one. He pictured her face in purse bliss, of he hands ghosting over his back and chest.

He couldn't help it. He opened his eyes setting his glass down and quickly began to relive himself, picturing everything with her in great detail, allowing himself to groan and move his hips. Closer and closer he came to release, his movements more violent both in his fantasy and in reality. In the fantasy, she was screaming his name, digging her nails into his flesh, moaning loudly, moving with him uncontrollably. Finally, with a shutter and a loud groan of Sally's name, release came.

He sat, slumped in his chair eyes closed. It had been hundreds of years since he had done that, or even thought of it, let alone acted on it. He felt dirty, he felt good. He felt sick at picturing someone other than his wife.

His wife… his wife, he realized, meant nothing to him now. He couldn't even picture her face, didn't remember anything about her. Only Sally came to mind now. It was like, in less a year, Sally's presence had overshadowed every memory of his wife, shoving them into a closet and locked them up, swallowing the key and having no intention of giving it back.

Now, Sally was the only face in his mind. Plain, dully, amazing, beautiful Sally.

He felt a tug at his being as if someone was trying to pull him along, holding onto his while person. Opening his eyes, he quickly pulled up his pants and cleaned up his mess before vanishing with a pop, the liquid in his unfinished drink vanishing with him.

He appeared in a garden and, hiding all emotions towards his earlier activities, grinned sneakily and took a swig from the flash on his belt where is drink now was.

"Well, well, well. You're starting to show." Another swig. Cinderella turned towards his voice and slowly began to walk towards him. He grinned foxily. "A little bird told me you wanted to speak?" He clicked the "k".

"Yes," Ella said. "I'd like to alter the bargain." He took in a sharp intake of breath.

"That's not what I do." He replied, clasping the flask with both hands.

"I think you'll want to," Ella continued. She looked down at her swollen belly. "I'm having twins."

Twins…

Rumpelstiltskin tossed the flask to the right and stepped forward slowly, left foot in front of right, right in front of left.

"Is that so?" He hissed softly and Ella watched him, rubbing her stomach. He did a small dance. "Oooh! Let's have a look!" He placed both hands on her stomach, grinning sickly and looked up at her from his slightly bent position. "And you want… to give up both?" She said nothing and he slowly began to stand, taking his hands away and putting them together. "Why is that, I wonder?"

"My husband he's…" She walked past him as she spoke. "He's having a hard time. Are kingdom is poor. Our crops are dying. We can't support ourselves or our people."

"And you would trade your other child for…" He slowly turned around to face her as he spoke, the grin slowly reappearing, arms apart. "Comfort?"

"I can always have more children," The princess replied. "But I can't make crops grow where the soil that is dead." She pulled out a scroll and approached Rumpelstiltskin. "For exchange of our other child, you'll see to it that our other child, you'll see to it that our land is once again fertile. I think it's more than fair—"

"Yes!" The dealmaker snapped, silencing the princess, toothy, evil grin in place. "Yes, yes." Softer, "It is." He walked forward, closing the gap between the two of them and bending down to read the open contract in her hand. "If what you say is true…"

"It is," She said. "And all you have to do," here she pulled out a red quill. "Is sign on the dotted line."

Rumpelstiltskin raised his head, the quirky grin vanishing. He instantly knew what was going on, instantly knew that he was being tricked and trapped. The girl was foolish to try such a thing as to capture and impression him, Rumpelstiltskin! Fury wield up inside him, he wanted to destroy her right then and there but, something held him back. He could see it in his inner mind's eye…

There was a town… the evil queen had power there… the princess before him was but a lonely, pregnant maid… Snow White was a teacher… her husband, in a coma… all his enemies were powerless… except the queen and of course her damned cup bearer, Shyam. He was as powerful as ever. But yet…

Where, he wondered, did he fit in all of this? What about Sally? She was nowhere in his vision. But, if he played everything just right, he would be able to find her easily. First, he would have to allow himself to be captured and imprisoned and then…

"What a lovely quill!" Rumpelstiltskin exclaimed, picking it from the blonde's fingers and examining it. "Wherever did you get it?"

"It's from our castle." Came the uneasy reply. Rumpelstiltskin nearly tsked; she was not being very believable. It looked like he would have to scare her, teach her a lesson on being more tricky and not giving things away.

"You know," He whispered softly, stepping closer to her. "The only way to stop me, is through magic." She wouldn't look at him but she swallowed and shook her head before glancing up at him, not meeting his eyes.

"I'm not trying to stop you," She said.

"Of course you're not," He said, grinning slightly. "Because as we all know," He lifted on finger up, "All magic," he lifted the other up, "comes with a price! And if you were to use it to, say, impression me," He said it so freely that he almost gave himself a pat on the back, knowing full well that Ella was catching on to his little knowledge of her plan. "Then your debt to me would only grow. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?" His voice was raspy by the end. He stuck the feather under her chin as he spoke and she snapped her head away.

"Just sign the contract please." She hissed through clenched teeth. She was angry and scared. Good. Lesson learned. Just one more thing…

"Are you sure you're happy with this new arrangement?" She lifted the contract in reply and he let out a small, weak laugh before taking it from her and saying, "And so, it shall be."

He touched quill to parchment and began to write.

Sally… He thought as he wrote the R, the U, the M, the P. I promise you now, again, the E, the L, the S, the T. That no matter what, I will protect you. The I, the L, the T. And that I will stop at nothing to find you, for whatever world we are in, the S, the K, the I, and the N. I will find you.

He lifted the quill and placed the dot after his name.

Instantly magic took over him and the parchment fell from his hand. Ella began to scream, "Thomas!"

"No one breaks deals with me, dearie," Rumpelstiltskin said through the magic binding him. Softer as the horses appeared, "No one. No matter where you are, no matter what world you find yourself in, I assure you; I will have your baby!"

Sally…

"Rumpelstiltskin. Rumpelstiltskin! I have a question for you."

Ah… someone was calling his name… someone had come to visit him…

"No you don't," Rumpelstiltskin dropped from the ceiling, his overly matted hair sticking to his face, teeth far yellower than before, eyes crazed and wide. "They do." He stood slowly and narrowed his eyes. Cloaks and hiding in the shadows… smart of them. He spread his arms, "Snow White and Prince Charming!" He spoke sarcastically and let out a cackling laugh. "You insult me. Step into the light and take off the ridiculous robes!" He let the S hiss. As they did he let out an "Ahh" and laughed softly. "That's much better." He approached the cell bars as they stepped closer and he grasped the bars, peeking his face through them.

"We've come to ask you about—" Charming began.

"Yes, yes I know why you are here!" Rumpelstiltskin snapped, making them jump. Softer, "You want to know about the queen's threat…"

"Tell us what you know!" Snow yelled.

"Ohh," Rumpelstiltskin chuckled. "Tense, are we?" He pointed upward. "Fear not! For I can ease your mind! But," A pause for effect as he lowered his hand and he nodded his head before whispering, "It's going to cost you something in return."

"No," Charming said, going to grab Snow's arm. "This is a waste of time—" Snow slipped through his fingers, approaching the bars of the cell.

"What do you want?" She asked.

She was desperate.

"Oh," Rumpelstiltskin sighed, shrugging and nodding his head side to side, pressing his lips together before grinning and grasping the bars once more, bringing himself up against them. "The name of your unborn child."

"Absolutely not!" Charming said as Snow said, "Deal! What do you know?"

Rumpelstiltskin sighed softly, stinky breath hitting his visitors face. "The queen has created a powerful curse. And it's coming. Soon you'll all be in a prison, just like me only worse! Your prison, all of our prison, will be time. Time will stop, and we will be trapped someplace horrible where everything we love, everything we hold dear will be ripped from us while we suffer for all eternity!" Here, he smiled. "While the queen celebrates, victorious at last!" Slowly the grin began to fade. "No more happy endings."

Snow stepped forward. "What can we do?"

"We can't do anything." Was the carefree and insane man's response.

"Who can?" The desperate princess asked.

Rumpelstiltskin's hand reached through the bars and a long, scaly finger touched Snow's swollen belly. "That little thing can, growing inside you belly."

Charming rammed the hilt of his sword into the imp's hand making him hiss and retreat it.

"Next time," the prince promised his voice dripping with hate, eyes flashing in warning. "I cut it off." Rumpelstiltskin tsked unhappily, glaring at the prince. He pressed his face against the bars and whispered, "The infant is our only hope. Get the child to safety…" He grasped the bars as if trying to climb up them. "Get the child to safety and on it's," Here, he winced as if the prophetizing was painful. "28th birthday, the child will return. The child will find you and the final battle will begin!" He laughed opened mouth, crazed.

"I've heard enough." Charming said, grasping his wife's arm. "We're leaving." Rumpelstiltskin continued to laugh after them before he remembered…

"Hey! No! We made a deal! I want her name!" He was furious and began to shake the bars as he screamed. "We made a deal! I want her name! I want her name!"

"Her?" Charming snarled, looking back at him. "It's a boy!"

"Missy!" Rumpelstiltskin said, calmer but desperate. "Missy… You know I'm right… Tell me, what's her name?"

Silence in which Rumpelstiltskin began to panic. Was she going to tell him? He had to know… he had to know! Finally, Snow turned to him, a small, gentle smile on her pale white face, blood red lips dancing across her skin and she whispered the name;

"Emma. Her name is Emma." Then, she walked away.

Rumpelstiltskin grinned and whispered, "Emma…"

Sally crept outside in the dark hallway, bare feet walking silently on the stone of the castle, breathing lightly. She had only just been able to escape her cell after Maleficent left the castle, fled with her wraiths and her horrid mini black unicorn which, mind you, is very different than a nightshadow, leaving Sally to rot.

She had been able to steal her cell's key when a wraith had raped her only hours before. When he was recovering, she was able to sneak over to his cloak and grab the silver key tucking it into a corner before he was ready for another round.

The fire-lit torches danced across the walls as she worked down the hallway, creating shadows that made her already pounding heart jump and leap inside her chest. She was always jumpy now, always fearful of ghosts and shadows, thinking anything could hurt her.

She came to the entrance hall and, after making sure no one was there, she ran for the door and swung it open, escaping into the night. She quickly made her way to the stables and stole a grey horse, swinging her leg over its large body without bothering with a saddle and grabbed hold of its salt-and-pepper mane, kicking it to get it running. It reared up in surprise and took off down the dirt road, down the cliff. She bent over the horse, eyes squinted against the sharp, cold air blowing her way.

She rode fast and hard, never stopping, never slowing. One thing was driving her, and one thing only; the thought of Rumpelstiltskin.

She wanted to see his face, see his black eyes and green-gold scaly skin. Just a glimpse of him would satisfy her at this point. Anything to remind her that he did exist, that he was real. Anything, anything at all.

The horse suddenly stopped and reared up. She lost her balance and tried to grape for the mane but was unable to. She fell to the hard ground, the air being knocked from her as the horse rushed away. How long had she been ridding for? She had long since left the cliff, that much was clear. She looked up into the sky to see dark clouds with green lightning flashing across them engulfing the sky. She screamed Rumpelstiltskin's name as fear caged her in. She tried to stand but pain shot through her being as she realized that her leg was twisted at a weird angle and blood was seeping out of her thin clothes and onto the ground. Her pants were ripped where the blood was coming out.

"Rumpelstiltskin!" She screamed into the roaring wind. "Rumpelstiltskin!"

She felt someone pick her up and gasped as pain shot through her leg. Tear sprung to her eyes but she forced them away as she looked into the person who was now holding her and running into the forest.

The person holding her was a man with a badge that said "Seven with one blow" on it. His face was covered in shadows, however, so she didn't know anything else. She clung to him fearfully, her small body curling into his massive one as he ran, weaving through the forest quickly and stealthily.

Suddenly, he tripped by a cliff and Sally went flying from his arms. He tried to catch her hand as she headed off the cliff but her small fingers slipped through his.

"No!" He gasped out and Sally was unable to utter a sound.

She slammed hard into the rocks below, bones snapping, blood gushing out of wounds, skin being torn open easily. She landed and rolled a few feet before lying still, unable to move, struggling to breathe as a rock pierced her lung.

She heard the clouds over head, the wind screaming and the lightning flashing. Pieces of rocks and sticks around her began to fly around, spinning, being eaten by the cursed black clouds quickly approaching where she lie.

Sally closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry Rumpelstiltskin…"

"Dearie!"

Her eyes shot open and she forced herself to lift her head, turning it upwards, towards the voice that had called out. There, atop the rocks where a cave was, just over the rearing water, stood the form of the deal making imp.

"Rumpelstiltskin!" Her weak calling of his name was lost in the wind as the tearing of the rocks and wood became more violent and the waves reared higher and higher, slamming against the rocks with such force it seemed to make the ground shake.

Rumpelstiltskin's eyes had widened at seeing the girl he had longed to see hurt and broken laying on the rock. He had seen her fall but thought at first she was simply a wounded animal. He quickly began making his way towards her, struggling against the wind.

"Sally!" His cries were swept away by the storm and never reached her ears. Please be alive. He thought his heart threatening to break him into two. Please, please be alive.

He was almost there… almost to Sally… then he was hit by a raging wave and knocked into a rock, his once badly injured leg hitting first. He gasped loudly in the once familiar pain before the water overcame him. He struggled to break free, struggled to escape the wave burying him in its water depth. His lungs were on fire.

Finally, it pulled away and he fell into the rock Sally was at, landing on all fours. He gasped, taking in large bits of air at a time before lifting his hand and making his way against the wind to Sally.

"Sally!" He called again. Almost there… "Sally!" So close… He reached out to touch her… So close…

A large, powerful gust of wind crashed into him and he was lifted off the ground as was Sally. She screamed before gasping and he saw the stone wedged into her chest.

"Sally!" He yelled and they looked at each other. Alive… He thought. She was alive... But wounded badly. He tried to reach for her hand and she tried to lift her arm to do the same but couldn't.

"Rumpelstiltskin, I'm sorry!" She screamed into the wind but he didn't hear her.

"The queen doesn't know!" He screamed to her and she looked at him in confusion. "The queen doesn't know that-!"

He was never able to finish. The two were knocked in their heads by a large, uprooted tree as they were sucked into the dark, cured vortex.

Sally was eaten by darkness and silence and she felt like she was floating. There was no pain here, no suffering, no happiness, nothing.

Softly, something began to sound and she struggled to hear it as it got closer and closer until it was up by her ear and it whispered in the raspy voice she had grown to love,

"All magic comes with a price…"

~OUAT~

Finally! It's done. Yay!

How was it? The familiar dialogue is taken from "The Price of Gold" and "Pilot".

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