Warning: This chapter DOES contain one or more of the following mature materials: Language, Sexual-innuendo, Passionate kissing, S&M, Adult situations. ~_^

A note before reading: The dream part might be a little confusing... but it made sense to me, HAHAHA! If you have any questions about it and don't understand, please PM/Review me and I'll respond asap (usually). Enjoy the craziness!

A Salvation Called Love

-Chapter 18-

-Dreams of Belle and Surprise Revelations-

"It's forever, Dearie." The voice echoed over and over at me. I looked down at myself and I wasn't me, I was someone else that looked like me. Words that I wasn't speaking spilled from between my lips and I couldn't stop them. "I will go with you… forever." I watched as the strange looking man in front of me grinned happily and gave a joyous giggle. "Deal!" He walked forward and gently took my arm. I turned when another man I didn't know called out to me. "Belle, you can't go with this… beast." I froze inside the body of Belle when I realized who I was. I was Belle… the Belle that Dominic had loved. I could sort of understand that but what I didn't understand was why we were in this era and who the man I'd just made a deal with was. I found myself touching the big man in front of me and giving a sad smile. "I've made my choice." When I felt the strange looking man's arm go around my shoulders I turned to look at him even though I wanted to tense and run away. "She's right you know, the deal is struck!" He giggled again. "Oh! Congratulations on your little war!" I was pulled away from the group of people surrounding me, in Belle's body, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. When we were outside the man plopped me on a horse and he slid up behind me. "Hold on, Dearie. It's going to be a rough ride for a lady such as yourself." Being called Dearie sparked something familiar inside of me as we set off. Dominic always called people Dearie. I turned inside Belle's body, which was really weird, and stared up at the man behind me. He looked like… like Dominic. But different… not as human… and his skin shimmered gold in the light as we continued to travel. "Where are we going, Rumplestiltskin?" I found myself facing forward again as Belle spoke. Rumplestiltskin? That was the name that I saw in the journal that was in Dominic's room. I was very confused. "We're going to the Dark Castle, Dearie. It's far from your kingdom so don't be tempted to run away. You might get lost." He giggled and kicked the horse into a full gallop. I found myself hanging on to the arms that were wrapped around my waist with Belle's hands.

I don't know how long we rode but we didn't stop except to water the horse and relieve ourselves. We didn't even stop during the night and when it seemed like Belle couldn't stay awake anymore, she fell asleep. I was awake inside of her though and I could see everything. This was crazy. I didn't know why I was here in Belle's body. Just before the sun began to rise the following day Rumplestiltskin stopped and dismounted, taking me and Belle with him. He grabbed a hold of the reins and grinned down at the sleeping Belle before we were all sucked into a strange dark cloud. I freaked but couldn't do anything, Belle remained asleep. When the darkness cleared away it was still getting light outside but as I looked around, the scenery was different. There were mountains and snow, forests surrounding everything. And the biggest thing that caught my attention was the massive castle that sat in front of us. Rumplestiltskin gave Belle a shake and woke her up. "It's time to get up, Dearie." Belle groaned and opened her eyes and when she found herself in Rumplestiltskin's arms she freaked and jerked away. He nonchalantly dumped her on the ground. As we sat there staring up at him snow was soaking through Belle's dress. I was so very grateful that I didn't feel it. "Where are we?" Rumplestiltskin gave a cackle and waved his arms around extravagantly. "We're at my castle, Dearie." Belle slowly got up and a shiver passed through her. Rumplestiltskin grabbed her arm and dragged her forward, through the courtyard and into the massive castle. He didn't stop for anything, he just walked on through past the dining area that held a lot of antiques and possessions. "Where are we going?" Rumplestiltskin grinned back at her as he started dragging her down some stairs where the dungeons were. "Let's just call it your room." He waved his hand and I was amazed as it opened without the man touching it and he shoved Belle through. I was shocked that he was so rough. Belle turned and ran to the door but he closed it and locked it, giggling loudly on the other side. It was followed by his ascending footsteps and Belle, with me in her bod, was left with silence. As I looked around there was just a bare minimum of light, since it was still early in the morning, and the only things to be seen were hay in the corner and a stone alcove as a bed on the opposite wall. As all hope left Belle she started crying, her body wracked with the strength of her tears. I didn't know what to do and I felt tears staining my own phantom eyes.

"Annabelle!" Hands were shaking me roughly.

I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. There was something wet around my eyes and I tried to blink it away as Dominic's face came into focus. "Dominic?"

"Annabelle." He scooted off of where he'd laid across me and propped himself up on his arm, staring at me. "You were crying."

I frowned and reached up to touch the wetness that was still cool around my skin. "I was?"

He nodded and slowly reached forward to wipe the tears away from my eyes. "What were you dreaming about?"

"I…" I frowned harder and tried to piece together what I remembered. "I was in the body of someone… a girl…"

"A girl?"

"She was beautiful. I think she was a princess or something. She was taken away from her father in order to save the kingdom. Her name… I can't remember it… B… B… something that started with a B."

I watched as Dominic tensed beside me and rolled away until he was sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Belle."

I slowly sat up, shoving my long hair out of the way and reached out to touch his smooth, bare back. His muscles tensed beneath my fingers but he didn't pull away. "That's right. Her name was Belle. How did you know?"

He avoided answering my question. "What else do you remember?"

I removed the blankets from where it had tangled around my legs and scooted my way across the bed until I could mold myself against his back, my legs sliding around his and my arms wrapping around his waist as I laid my head against one of his shoulder blades. "There was a man… or I think he was a man. He looked like he was made out of gold. His skin shimmered while we rode away from Belle's castle. I remember his name clearly because I remember seeing it somewhere."

"What was his name?"

"Rumplestiltskin."

Dominic slowly pulled away from me and stood up, turning to stare down at me. "Rumplestiltskin… And where did you see that name?"

I froze and felt a small shiver of fear at his cold voice. He sounded like he had before I'd made my deal with him. Cold. Angry. Empty. "There was a book… on your coffee table. When I put the roses in your room the glitter of the gold made me curious."

"You read it?"

I shook my head. "I couldn't. It was written in a different language." I scooted my way to the edge of the bed where he'd been previously sitting. "Is this Rumplestiltskin the one who wrote that journal?"

I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. "Yes."

"Was he…" I frowned as I tried to piece together everything. It was almost too much to process, the dream and the journal. "Is this Rumplestiltskin related to you? Like a many great-great-great-great-grandfather or something?"

He refused to look at me as he let out a long almost relieved sigh. I stood up and touched his arm. Only then did he answer. He nodded. "He was. That's his journal that's been passed down in my family until it arrived in my care."

"So the dream… that Belle… she was your many great-great-great-great-grandmother?"

He shook his head. "No."

"But the dream… Was it real?" I was really confused right now.

He nodded. "It seems like you got a residual memory from Belle's necklace. That was her mothers and so on and so forth. The girl you saw in the dream was her relative. Rumplestiltskin let the girl go after about a year and she went on to whatever she did. He wrote in the journal that you read that he regretted letting her go."

I slowly took in everything he was saying and I couldn't believe it. This was just like out of a fairy-tale itself. "It's like… it's like both of their destinies are tied to each other then. His regret kind of… altered their future lives. He found her each time both of them were reincarnated. Until it came to you… You had found your Belle. But then she died… and then…" I stumbled back as the revelation of what I'd just figured out hit me. I blinked up at him as I plopped back down on the bed, dumb-struck. "I… her… we… you…"

"Annabelle."

I quickly stood up and grabbed his arm again, gripping tightly. "I'm your Belle's reincarnation aren't I?"

"No."

I rolled my eyes and gave him a small shake. "I am! That's why I look like her!"

He shook his head and slowly removed his arm from my grasp and reached up to cup my cheek as he stared down at me. "No, you're not her. You're you, Annabelle. You're you."

I blinked up at him and frowned. "Why?"

He shrugged. "You don't have her memories. You are a completely different person from her. And I wouldn't change that fact."

"Why? You loved her."

He nodded. "I did, dear-heart. I loved her a lot… but now I have you. You have your own thoughts, your own memories, your own personality that I've begun to fall for. I don't want you to have anything else that doesn't belong to you."

"But…"

His hand moved upwards to grab a fistful of my hair and he shushed me with a surprise kiss, cutting off the rest of what I was going to say. His lips burned against mine as his arms wrapped around me like iron bands, holding me tightly so I couldn't move away. All thoughts of arguing left me as my mind turned into goop. I found myself struggling to wrap my own arms around Dominic as he consumed me with his kiss. I pulled back in order to tell him so. "Let me touch you, Dominic."

He whispered against my lips and slowly shook his head, his shaggy soft hair tickling my face. "No." He kissed me again, a little gentler this time.

I gave a soft growl and used what advantage I had, being shorter, and staggered him back as I turned my body sharply. He followed because he had such a tight hold on me and we fell back onto the bed after his knees were buckled forward by the edge of it. I was thankful we were so close to it. As he let me go I grinned triumphantly as I shoved my hair over my shoulder out of the way and straddled his waist, my feet hanging of the edge slightly. But I was on top at least. "Should have let me touch you."

"Annabelle."

I shushed him this time, but with one of my fingers. "Shh. I'm not going to ravish you just yet, Mr. Gold. I said I wouldn't."

He slowly propped himself up on his elbows, bringing us almost face to face. "What are you going to do then, Dearie."

I gave a small, mischievous grin. "Kiss you… and touch you."

He shook his head. "Only kissing."

"Touching too."

"No."

I leaned down until I was inches away and laid my hands gently against his chest, enjoying as the muscles rippled beneath my fingers. My hair fell around the both of us like a curtain and blocked out everything but our faces. "Shh." I pressed my lips against his as I gently pressed my nails into his skin, kneading like I was a cat. He gave a tiny moan as he kissed me back and his hands slid upwards around my waist, his fingers slipping just beneath my night shirt to rub against my skin. I giggled and quickly pulled away from his lips. "That tickles!"

He grinned and slipped the rest of both hands underneath my shirt, running along my sides and making me laugh loudly, struggling against him. I didn't think the first time was on purpose but now it was. In a way that was a mistake because as I squirmed trying to escape being tickled I was causing a problem for Dominic. He stopped tickling me and I stopped squirming around when I accidentally brushed against his sudden erection. My heart jumped into my throat and I blushed, blinking down at him and hiding behind my hair as I slowly sat upright. I watched as a slight blush stole across his cheeks as he blinked up at me. He swallowed hard enough for me to hear. "Sorry."

I slowly nodded. "I didn't… know… that was going to happen."

He swallowed again and licked at his lips. "I don't think either of us could have, dear-heart. It's just something…" He looked away from me before continuing. "It's just something you do to me… what a beautiful woman would do to any man."

I slowly nodded and rolled off of him to the side until I was sitting near his head. "I guess we should be careful then."

He sat up and ran his hands through his hair as he looked at me over his shoulder. "Should we try and get back to sleep? So we aren't tempted and affected anymore?"

I gave a small laugh and rolled to the side so that I could wiggle my way back to my side of the bed. "Seems like a reasonable idea to me, Mr. Gold."

He gave a grumble before standing and pulling the covers back so he could lay down. "Dominic, Dearie. Dominic."

I turned on my side and faced him while I watched him squish his pillows into place. When he was comfortable I wiggled closer until we were almost touching. He slid his arm beneath my head and I took that as a sign that I could snuggle against him and I wasted no time in doing so. He chuckled and then reached over to turn off the bedside lamp which he'd turned on to wake me up. Darkness surrounded us as we both snuggled together and let sleep swallow us back up. I just hoped I didn't dream like I had before again. It was kind of freaky and mind-blowing. Dominic's gentle breathing and the slow up and down movement of his chest lulled me into sleep. Here's to hoping for no dreams.