Warning: Will eventually contain mature material. Language. Lemons. Some spicy limes. Maybe full-blown things. ~_^
A.N - From here on out, the story will be the story. The first three chapters were to set up what was going to happen and who was involved. I hope you've enjoyed the little twists I've spiced my story up with. I don't want it to be the same old same old Rumple+Belle story. I want it to be modern and new and fresh. This is what comes out of my mind and I hope that, even if it's slow to start, that you'll enjoy it as much as I'm enjoying writing it for you. I want to give Rumple that chance at love that he missed. I don't want him to hurt anymore. It makes me cry. So, for the sake of this beautiful story, be patient as I build this into something amazing and heartwarming. Thank you, my wonderful readers! RUMPLE+BELLE FOREVER!
A Salvation Called Love
-Chapter 4-
Pulling into the driveway of the house it was still dark. I'd driven all day and all night in order to get back home as fast as I could. I quickly turned off my Jeep and unbuckled myself. The house was dark and silent, the only sound right now was my racing heart and the wind blowing through the leaves of the oak trees surround the house. Oaks had always been my mother's favourite tree, that's why my father had bought and planted so many of them before I was born. Now they seemed foreboding and dark, offering no comfort as I stepped out of my Jeep. I closed the door quietly and walked along the pathway towards the house. The door was hanging open, the lock broken as if someone had kicked it violently. Which someone had. Someone had broken into my father's house and kidnapped him. I pushed open the splintered door and stepped into the foyer. I set my keys down on the table close by and picked up the bat that my father had always kept by the door. I didn't think anyone was still here but I wasn't about to take the risk of being wrong. I moved down the dark hallway leading into the living room and slowly peeked around the corner. It was too dark to see anything. I reached around the same corner I was peeking around and flicked on the overhead light. The fan whirled to life along with the light and gave me a small fright. I clutched the bat tighter to my chest as I walked into the deserted, almost packed living room. My father had been packing everything in order to run. When I stopped in the middle of the room I slowly bent down and picked up my father's crushed phone. It was the only thing wrong about this room. I turned, clutching both the bat and phone to my chest and walked towards the dining room. If you want to find that out, I've left you a little note on your dining room table. I remembered that accented voice telling me that. I quickly flipped the light on above the dining table and scanned the room. It was empty. I walked closer to the table and found a small white envelope with gold, scrolling handwriting on the front. It was my name written out. I gently put the bat and my father's phone on the table and picked up the envelope. It was soft and I knew it had to be expensive. Who was this man, to leave something like this behind? I turned it over and slowly opened it. The smell of perfumed parchment wafted up to me as I pulled the letter out. The same gold, scrolling handwriting from the envelope was present inside.
Miss Amatheon, if you wish to know the circumstances of your father search for Mr. Gold. It shouldn't be very hard for someone such as yourself. Also as a fair warning, if you mention any of this to the police you forfeit your father's life.
-Gold-
I slowly slumped into the nearest chair and stared at the letter. I couldn't believe what my father had gotten himself into. I slowly tucked the letter back into the envelope and laid it back down on the table. I knew if this man said it wouldn't be hard to find him then it wouldn't. Maybe I could find this Mr. Gold online. I slowly got up, leaving the bat on the table and walked back out to my Jeep. I dug around in the backseat for my laptop and hauled it into the house when I found it. I quickly booted it up and logged on to the internet. Pulling up Google I typed in Mr. Gold and clicked search. It took a few seconds before the subject of my search popped up. I scrolled down and looked for anything that would stand out. Halfway down the page I found the name of the company that my father was working for along with Mr. Gold's name. I hovered over it for a few seconds, trying to figure out if it was what I was looking for, and then clicked on it. The company page for Gold Corporation popped up along with a picture of the building. Just below the extravagant header was a link for the owner and head of Gold Corporation. I clicked it and waited for the page to open. I sucked in a deep, sharp breath when the name that popped up was that of a Mr. Gold. Somehow I knew this was the Mr. Gold that I was searching for. Who else would leave such an expensive letter on the dining table. From the looks of it, this man was wealthy beyond wealthy. Scrolling down to the bottom I stopped at the picture of the owner. He was a sharp looking man. He was wearing a beautiful, expensive suit with a black silk shirt and a crimson coloured tie. His bio said that he was forty years old, but the touch of grey on the sides of his hair made him look older. I glared at his picture. "So you're the one who's causing all this trouble, huh? Bastard." I scrolled all the way down to the bottom where the address for the building was and went to find a pen and a piece of paper to write the address down. I was going to go there tomorrow and demand to see this man. I wasn't just going to let my father be bullied by this man, even if my father did steal from him. Why didn't he just fire him? It would have been the easier thing. I shut my computer off again and walked out to my car, hauling in my fish tank. Everything else could stay in there for now. It's not like it was going to grow legs and walk away. I needed sleep because it would be morning soon.
[Noon]
Finding a parking spot anywhere in New York City was extremely hard but it seemed that a little luck was on my side when I spied a black car pulling out of a parking space just in front of Gold Corporation. I quickly pulled in, cutting off another car from getting it and smiled when they blared their horn at me. I always loved pissing people off that way. That side of me came from my mom, or so my dad kept telling me. I turned my Jeep off and got out, locking the door. I didn't want any of my stuff to get stolen because everything I'd brought back from school was still packed in the back. Waiting for a break in the rush of people in front of the building I made my way towards the doors and stopped when a young man opened one of the glass doors for me. I smiled and thanked him. At least someone could be nice, even if he was getting paid. Once I was inside I couldn't help but stop and stare in awe at the beauty of the place. Everything was black marble and gold trimmings.
I was just about to step towards the front desk to ask what floor Mr. Gold was on when a tall young man in uniform stepped in front of me and stopped me. "Can I help you, ma'am?"
I glared up at him and shook my head. "Nope. I'm just here to see Mr. Gold. He's expecting me."
I went to step around the security guard but he stopped me again. "Would your last name happen to be Amatheon?"
I stopped trying to get around him and just stared at him. I arched a brow. "Who wants to know?"
"Please, if you would so kindly step over this way I have a message for you from Mr. Gold." He motioned towards the seating area a little ways to the side.
No one was sitting there though and I didn't feel like I could trust him. "Just tell me here."
The security guard frowned and stepped forward, trying to intimidate me or something. "What I have to say is meant for your ears only, so please indulge me and move to the seating area. Mr. Gold doesn't like to be kept waiting."
When he grabbed me by the arm I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. I finally gave a grumbling yes and walked over with him following beside me still holding my arm. When we got to the seating area he pushed me down into a chair. I huffed and was so tempted to flip him off or something. "Does Mr. Gold have you always treat his guests like this?"
The security guard gave a smirk and pulled out a gold etched card. "Only to those he tells me to. Now, here is Mr. Gold's number. He told me that when you came in looking for him I was to give you this and to have you call him once you leave the building. He'd tell you what to do once you called."
I slowly took the card from him and traced my fingers across the lettering. I looked up at the security guard and nodded. "Thank you, I guess."
The security guard tipped an invisible hat at me and walked off leaving me to call Mr. Gold. I hurried out of the lobby and unlocked my Jeep, sliding in. I grabbed my phone from the cup-holder and dialed the number printed on the card. It rang for a few moments before it picked up and the heavily accented voice answered again. "Dearie, I didn't think you'd work this quickly."
I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the seat. "Just get on with it, Mr. Gold."
He gave a soft chuckle. "Patience, Dearie. I'll get to it. First, where are you right now?"
"Outside your company."
"Good."
I sighed. "Why is that good? What do you want me to do? I don't have all day."
Mr. Gold's voice darkened a little with annoyance. "You'll wait all day if I wish you to wait all day. Understand, Dearie?"
I growled at him but shut my mouth and fought not to say anything else. "Fine."
He giggled gleefully. "Good! I want you to head out of town. Do you know how to get to Northville from where you are?"
"Northville? Really?"
I could almost hear him grinning over the phone. "I do love my privacy, Dearie. Makes it easier to tie up men who steal from me."
I gave a loud sigh and started my Jeep. "Fine, whatever. I'll drive there."
"When you get close to town I want you to stop just outside the city limits. I'll be waiting. Don't disappoint me."
"Whatever." I hung up without letting him say anything else. I had an almost four hour drive ahead of me and I didn't want to waste a minute of it sitting about idly. "Bastard."
A.N - I had to search hard in N.Y to find a nice secluded-ish place that would suit Mr. Gold's want of privacy. Northville sounded perfect. I had a choice between Glen Cove [for the view of the water], Syracuse [for the somewhat secludedness available and prettiness], or Northville [for it's small population and being secluded-ish on the map, LOL]. I chose the one least populated, LOL! Just thought I'd throw all that jumbled thought-ness out to you, HAHA!
A.N (2) - I just want to give you fair warning that this new Belle isn't going to be timid like she was in her past life. She's going to be spunky and fiery, with an attitude to rival any. Since she is only the physical reincarnation of Belle, she'll be completely opposite of the one we all know so well. Mr. Gold sure is going to have a handful with her. MWAHAHAHA! ~_^