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The sunlight crept through the cracks of the thick curtains that covered the huge windows of the library. The mischievous rays illuminated subtly the shelves crammed with books; a ray of light illuminated the face of a woman sitting in one of the armchairs.

The woman, who probably had been reading, was with her eyes closed, the book she'd been holding was lying on the floor. Although the woman were asleep, it was apparent that she wasn't having pleasant dreams. Something were disturbing her... But what could afflict the sleep of a woman so lovely?

Belle awoke frightened, feeling every part of her body tremble compulsorily. She looked fearfully in all directions around herself, afraid that the demons of her dreams were hiding there, chasing her. There was nothing beyond her and the thousands of books who continued to watch her.

It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.

Passing a hand over her face, Belle felt her cheek wet with tears that had escaped during sleep. Damn dreams. Damn demons. Throughout her life she had never felt so helpless... So abandoned.

Belle propped her feet on the seat she held and hugged her knees tightly. Had passed three days that she was in the house of Adrian Gold. It had passed three days she had not seen the man.

Although Gold was not present, it was evident that he had taken all the necessary steps so that Belle had the best care during her stay in that house; although she preferred to think that she was being held captive there.

During every day since she arrived there, Belle insisted on spending most of the time she could within the library. That was the only place she felt comfortable... That seemed safe for her. She spent the late afternoon there, engrossed in the pages of books. She seemed at peace in those moments. However, the evening soon came and brought with her the demons that infiltrated through the shelves and waited menacingly in the shadows.

Belle was afraid of the night. The night meant drowsiness and darkness, and Belle was afraid of both. If she slept, she was exposed to the demons that at the time she closed her eyes, would impregnate in her thoughts, bringing nightmares. And, try as she might fight, they always lead her to bed of Gaston.

Close her eyes was the same as having the claws of the German tightening her arms, her legs, her breasts. Belle never sleep. She could not sleep.

Just imagining the place where she would be transported during sleep terrified her. What happened to her? With the brave Belle who was not afraid to face the unknown? The German had caused her to lose her identity... She herself did not know who she was. Belle had lost all the passion she felt for things; for life. And though she found herself comforted in the library, it was not enough to revive her heart.

A knock on the door startle Belle, making her think it was one of the demons chasing her.

"Miss Chesneau?" The gentle and mild voice of Mrs. Potts called her.

"I'm here" Belle rose, picking up the book she had been reading last night that had fallen on the floor.

Belle heard the footsteps of the women coming to her direction and smiled when Mrs. Potts finally found her.

"Oh, finally! Young Jefferson and I were looking for you." Mrs. Potts said, going to the window to open the curtains. Belle closed her eyes when the light struck full in her face, trying to get used to the light.

"I am sorry... I really enjoyed staying here," Belle said. "Can I ask why were you searching for me?"

Mrs. Potts looked to Belle with an serious countenance, undoing her gentle expression. "I would just like to warn you that Mr. Carruthers will arrive from his travel today. Maybe later you would like to talk to him."

Belle shuddered at that. "Oh, right. Thank you Mrs. Potts." The old lady nodded, and left the library, leaving Belle alone again.

The demons always found a way to find her. Gold would be again in that house until the end of the day to torment her thoughts and feelings. The demons were coming to torments her. But... Gold was not a demon... He was the angel with sweet brown eyes that had protected her...

No! He hadn't protected. Gold was not an angel. But neither was a demon. Adrian Gold was a mystery. A mystery to be uncovered.

Throughout the day, Belle had not seen Gold anywhere in the house. She tried to ask to Mrs. Potts about the trips that Gold did, but got no answer. That would be a task that she should investigate.

In the afternoon, Belle has not returned to the library, preferring to stay in the art room. That was one of the best rooms in the house, decorated with tapestries and with an piano.

The last rays of the sun began to fade gently. Belle would not sleep. In the small art room, Belle was seen again in front of the piano, which was much more luxurious than the one she had found in the opera.

Maybe, she thought, Gold would not bother if she played something.

But Belle gave up the idea. She had no more desire to play the instrument; knew the songs would sound strange in her ear, because they would not be executed with the same passion and devotion that Belle used to play.

Going with her fingers under the lid, where the keys were resting, Belle felt even more devastated. The only gift that she had inherited from her mother was ripped off her. Gaston had destroyed everything she valued most.

"Thinking about play something?" Came a voice from the door behind her and Belle turned to see Gold, who stood leaning on his cane, near the doorway. He watched her with a smile. Belle smiled back sadly. "Be my guest!"

"Thank you, but I better not ..." she said, going away from the instrument.

The man's smile vanished completely, replaced by an expression of guilt. Belle realized that he understood that something had ceased to exist within her.

"I hope you had a good trip." Belle said. After staying several moments in a nuisance silence.

"Ah... Yes, sure," Gold said, but apparently had not been a pleasant trip at all. "Well, I think we can talk better tomorrow. I'm really tired. I hope you do not take offense..."

"'Course not." Belle said.

Gold nodded. "Well then, have a good night mademoiselle."

"You too, Mr. Carruthers".

Gold did not hesitate to leave the art room. Belle was relieved, but the peace was momentary, because she should face that beast and try to unravel the mystery that man was.

When there was evening and everyone had retired to their rooms, Belle dodged back to her refuge among the books in the library.

There she would be safe from her demons. Safe, if she didn't slept.

Again, Belle struggled to keep her eyes open. The fatigue didn't help, and she felt that the lack of rest was affecting herr physical and mental recovery.

If she continued to insist with that, her mind would succumb to a state of depression, but if she slept, her mind would not be safe from the demons.

"Miss Chesneau?" Gold's voice made Belle awoke from her reverie and she mentally thanked him for that. It was almost dusk again. "Forgive me, I woke up you?"

"Oh, no! I was just reading a bit..." Belle said, settling into the chair she occupied.

"Can I join you? I asked Mrs. Potts prepare some tea for us, if you don't mind..."

"Thank you!" Belle replied formally.

Gold sat in the chair in front of her, resting his cane at his side. Both were silent, while Belle pretended to read the book she held; and yet she could feel his eyes fixed on her.

Mrs. Potts was quick to bring the tray with teapot and china cups, containing details in blue and gold.

Gold served her, handing her one of the cups. "I hope you're being treated well here, Isabelle." He questioned.

"Yes. But I'm worried about James and Mary Margaret."

"I'm sure both are well and soon you can go home, Isabelle. Colonel Gaston will return to Germany tomorrow morning."

"Great..." Belle muttered, sipping the tea, trying to demonstrate the strength she hadn't. She wanted to get out of that house as soon as possible, but there was a part of her that wanted to stay there.

"Isabelle... I know what you're hiding." Gold said, looking at her intently.

Belle choked on her tea, and let the cup slip through her fingers before she could stop it. How so? What he meant by that?

The object fell with a crack in the wooden floor. Belle bent down to pick up the cup, hoping that wouldn't be completely shattered.

"Are you okay?" Gold asked.

Belle didn't respond, taking the cup carefully. The object of porcelain had chipped with fall and, although it had not entirely broken, the object was now useless. "I... I'm so sorry," Belle looked frightened to Gold. "It's chipped... But you can barely see it," she said, showing the cup in her hand.

"It's just a cup..." He looked at her without understanding why she showed so much concern with the simple object. "Are you okay?" He asked again.

Belle nodded silently, she dared not look directly at him, afraid of what she might find in his eyes.

"Isabelle I know what you're trying to do" Gold resumed his speech, as if he had not been stopped before. Belle felt her legs tremble and her heart stop beating. "You're trying to be too brave, but you don't need to hide what you're really feeling. Not here. I promised you that Gaston will never harm you again. You have to trust me."

Belle return to breathe at that. For a moment, she came to believe that he knew who she really was, but luck still seemed to be at her side. He did not suspect anything.

"Tell me, are you sleeping?"

"Of course! I am sleeping very well. Actually... ".

"I did not ask if you are sleeping well" Gold interrupted. "I asked if you have slept. Mrs. Potts informed me that you have spent every night here at the library and every time she came here, she said she found you with the appearance worse and weaker every day. And really Isabelle, you're looking worse than the day Jefferson found you." He looked worried. "Then answer me again, are you sleeping?"

Belle did not respond immediately, sighing sadly. "I cannot. I cannot sleep... " she said.

"Why not?"

"Because every time I close my eyes the demons are chasing me. Whenever I sleep, I go back to that bed." Belle grimaced at the memory. "If I sleep I will return to that room... And the demons will be there, chasing me. I cannot go back to that place." She muttered, staring at her hands, without looking at him.

But Belle knew Gold was looking at her and his posture was stiff. As if he really cared... Belle could have cried, but there were tears in her eyes. Only emptiness.

"Isabelle, you have at least to try to sleep," Gold said.

"For someone who doesn't have to face demons in their dreams is very easy to say." Belle replied. He did not understand what she was having to face; if he only knew it...

"Oh, do not be so sure, dearie." Gold looked at the cup in his hand, sipping the rest of the tea.

How? Then that man also had demons chasing him?

"What? You also have demons in your dreams?" Belle asked cautiously, she did not want, but her instincts sharpened immediately with the possibility to learn more about that man.

His countenance was pure sorrow, much sadder than she had ever seen him. "What... What happened?"

Belle knew something horrendous marked the history of Gold. Something that had created an incurable scar. And he was lost because of that... But why he was helping the Germans?

Gold did not answer, but kept staring at his cup; the look he wore was the same that he wore the night he talked about his son, and with that, Belle did not need an answer to conclude that it was the memory of his son that pursued him.

"How was he? Your son?" She asked. Gold looked surprised by what she asks, but he smiled sadly, turning to look at the cup.

"He was perfect ... A bright kid." His eyes sparkled as he spoke about his son. "So brave..."

Belle bit her lip slightly, watching him. "Is him in your dreams? Baelfire, right?"

Gold nodded silently. "Yes... My dear boy."

Belle did not push for him to talk more. She never thought that Gold could love anyone the way he loved his son. How was admirable to see a father talking about his son with such devotion. Belle felt a strange urge to hug him and comfort him. Gently, she placed her hand over his. "I'm sorry...".

And then he smiled and Belle was lost. That was the most genuine smile she had seen it, and Belle repented in showing so much compassion for him. That smile showed what Belle could consider as her triumph, but the feeling she had was of repentance. Gold trusted her. At the same instant she withdrew her hand, feeling the tension back to her body.

"You should get some sleep, Isabelle" Gold said, raising after a while. "Come. There is nothing for you to fear in this house."

Belle looked pleadingly at him. Maybe he was right. She had to try...

Both left the library. Walking silently through the halls, stopping in front of the door of the bedroom that Belle was occupying. "If you need anything just call." She agreed, though she was still unsure. "Good night, Isabelle."

Gold walked away, without waiting for anything she could want to speak; Belle watched him walk away and get into one of the last rooms of the corridor and shut the door without looking back.

Belle closed the bedroom door. She did not need to sleep. She could stay up all night and said she had slept splendidly well. But Gold would realize that she was lying.

She tried to postpone as much as she could. She took a long bath, until the skin on her hands and legs become wrinkled. Thoroughly combed her hair, until she found herself standing in front of the bed that proved warm and inviting, but it was actually a trap.

But Belle had to rely in Gold. He had said that there was nothing for her to fear. And if she spent another day without sleep, her mental health would be increasingly affected. Sighing, she lay on the bed and fell asleep.

A dark room. Belle was in a room plunged into darkness. There was no lamp or window in that room. There was only one bed, where she lay.

She was in a dark room. But she was not alone...

There was someone else there, and she began to notice the differences that existed there. It was not the room she was occupying in Gold's house. She was elsewhere, but it was still familiar to her. Belle knew that place; she had already been there before.

Belle tried to get out of bed to get out of that room, but her arms and legs were trapped, immobilized side her body. That's when she saw that someone approached and pressed his body against hers.

It was Gaston. She was again in the room of the German and he was on her, hurting her.

Belle tried to dodge, evade the German, but it was impossible. "Please let me go!" She whimpered pleadingly. "Please!"

"You will stay here, Hündin" He waved, laughing with her despair. "You deserve to suffer. Nobody is coming to save you! "

"Stop... Please!" Belle was sobbing, asking to the German let her go. "Let me go!"

"You don't deserve anyone. Deserves nothing!" Gaston began to penetrate her, and Belle screamed, cried desperately. "Isabelle".

Gaston began to call her. How dare he call her that way? So protective? But his voice was different.

"Isabelle" His voice was so soft and now the German blue eyes began to assume a soft shade of brown.

"ISABELLE" Belle opened her eyes, she was no longer in the dark, and Gaston had disappeared, but the brown eyes remained; the angel had come to save her.

She realized it was Gold who was there, holding her by the shoulders, looking at her visibly scared and worried. It was only a dream... Belle looked around, trying to scrutinize every part of that room to make sure she was safe. But she was. Gold was there to keep her safe.

Isabelle threw her arms around the neck of Gold, holding him close to her, and then, she cried.

"It was just a dream, sweetheart. You are safe here." He whispered in her ear, holding her tightly in his arms, letting her cry on his chest.

Both were for a long time in silence, just hugging, and Belle felt that the tears had stopped falling down her face, but she wished she could stay that way, near him, forever. She had never felt so protected... So, Belle risked think, beloved.

"Come on..." he said, pulling her hand, causing her to get out of bed. Belle crossed her arms in front of her bust, trying to cover herself, because she was wearing only a nightgown, but Gold had already grabbed a robe and was putting around her shoulders.

Belle followed the man out of the room. "Where... Where are you taking me?" She asked, realizing that they were heading for a door next to her room.

"You cannot be alone. You will sleep in the room of Mrs. Potts. I'm sure she'll understand."

Belle knew Mrs. Potts would not bother, but she would not be safe. She would sleep and Gaston would come again...

"No, please..." Belle paused, looking insecure at Gold. "Can I... Can I stay with you? Is that... I just don't feel safe with anyone else... ".

She spoke with fear for the response she would receive. Belle was tired... She wish she could sleep, but only Gold seemed to bring the comfort that she so desperately needed.

He looked at her surprised, but agreed, leading her to his room. Opening the door that stood in the hall, he allowed her to enter.

It was lovely... That room. Without a doubt the best in the house. There was an imposing fireplace, where a fire crackled softly. Opposite the fireplace were two leather armchairs.

There was also what appeared to be a private office, and it caught the attention of Belle. A desk and a bookcase crammed with books and documents that were undoubtedly important to keep them there inside his room.

And in the center was a huge and cozy bed; wood was completely decorated.

Gold led her to the bed, causing her to lie down, covering her with sheets and blankets. He did not set his eyes on hers, and sit in one of the armchairs near the fireplace.

Belle closed her eyes, trying to sleep again, but she was frightened, and Gaston was there again.

"Sweetheart, calm down. I'm here..." And there was the beautiful angel whispering in her ear and hugging her.

"No one will hurt you. I'm here" Belle felt her body relax again, but Gold was dropping to occupy the chair again.

"No, please... Don't leave me ... "She whispered, reaching out to him, sleepily.

Gold seemed to be struggling with himself, when their eyes met. There was doubt, fear and something else in his eyes. Agreeing, Gold lay beside her, on top of the covers, not daring to touch her. She knew he was tense and she knew she was crossing a dangerous line, but at that moment... Having him lying so close to her was enough, and when sleep consumed her again, no devil came to her as the angel with sweet brown eyes was there, protecting her.

Belle woke minutes later, or at least so it seemed, but in fact had been hours since she had falling asleep, and the first rays of sunshine heralding the dawn of a new day has begun to invade the room.

She had planned to leave at the time Gold fell asleep, but she did not expect to feel so comfortable around him. So comfortable that she slept immediately.

But when she woke, Belle was startled by the position she was lying. While fast asleep, Belle did not realize that she had approached to Gold, much less when she rested her head on his chest. How she was sleeping so close to him?

The problem wasn't that she have approached so close to him, but the problem was that she was feeling so warm and protected, and what was even more startled to realize that Gold had not run away from her touch... He was still asleep, looking as comfortable as she had been moments ago.

Belle remained motionless, just watching him sleep. Oh... How easy it would be to kill him... But she could not do that. But she would not be weak.

Carefully Belle got out of bed, looking around the room. Where could she find something about Gold? Sneaking up to his desk, which stood with his back to the fireplace. She tried to open the drawer on the right side first, but it was locked. She then tried the drawer on the left who, to her surprise, opened.

There were some folders there, and Belle took one and opened without making any noise. Gold had not moved, continuing to sleep.

When she began to read the documents she nearly choked. It were war documents containing sensitive information and various maps. All files were about Adrian Gold.

Belle had found a treasure. She could not stay there.

It was clear that Gold would notice that some of his documents had disappeared, but until then, Belle probably would have had time to warn Regina...

Oh no, Regina. Belle could not tell anything to her. Not yet. Her mission would be incomplete. Miss the main goal... Belle still had to kill him...

Belle looked at the man who stood in bed, fast asleep. It would be so easy to kill him... So easy...

Taking all documents she found, she left the room, but not before whispering to him "I'm sorry, love."

He would not die... Not today.

Belle had to be quick. Arriving at the room that she had occupied the previous days, she dressed quickly, putting her dress and shoes, and after saving the files inside her purse, she went downstairs and left the house, where a solitary beast slept in bed.

Please guys, share your thoughts! I'm planning on making the next chapter as Gold's POV. What do you think? Thanks for reading! ;)