A/N: Hey guys. I really do apologise for not updating recently. Unfortunately I had a sudden influx of assessed university work to do. I'm still in the middle of some of it, with a Latin translation and an archaeology assignment due in around the same sort of time in about a week so I'm not too sure when the next chapter will be written, given that I'm also working now too. Anyways, I said I would do another chapter with Marcus so here it is! It carries straight on from his last appearance. I hope you enjoy the way I've twisted the story.

"I think we can drop the name now, don't you? I'd have thought you'd have figured me out by now, the curse being broken and all…" Marcus' lip curled as he watched Emma battle to keep her eyes from showing her confusion. It entertained him to see the effect he had on them, all the women he met. "Come on, Emma, call me by my real name. I know you know it. You saw the room, you saw them."

"What do you want, Bluebeard?" Emma finally asked.

"I think you know."

Emma shuddered internally, only just managing to keep her reaction from taking over her whole body. Of course she knew.

"You were the one that got away, Emma Swan," Bluebeard continued. "The rest of them stay with me, everywhere I go." Emma's stomach churned as she followed the flicker of his eyes towards the trunk of his car. She'd seen her fair share of the gruesome in her time, especially during her younger years when she'd been car-jacking, managing to find her way into criminal rings and during her sentence in prison. She always thought was had a strong stomach, but anyone would be repulsed by the things she'd seen and knew. The thought of so many women's pictures, all of them dead, in the car would have made anyone feel sick.

She'd been attracted to Marcus by the sight of his car. The silver Mercedes E500 parked outside 'Dan's Bar' would have caught anybody's eye, even if the man inside it hadn't been lounging in his seat with an arm dangling out the window, casually dragging on a cigarette. Young and poor, Emma would have been attracted to Marcus' wealth even if he looked like an ogre. As her luck would have it, he'd always looked god-damn suave in his suits, the silk lapels only accentuating his natural rugged good looks.

She should have known he was too good to be true; even if he had treated her like a princess the instant he saw her, ignoring the mud-stains that ran the entire way round the legs of her jeans, the slight tears and fraying of her jacket.

The mid-autumn chill sunk into her bones, easily negating her cheap and flimsy jacket. She was dying for a drink to warm her up, but the slight jangle of her few coins was enough to remind her that she had to save them for food. She couldn't afford both, nor could she afford to indulge her growing liking for alcohol. An eighteen year old living on the streets couldn't afford an alcohol addiction, even if it might temporarily make the situation seem better.

Catching sight of the car, Emma shivered, looking at the heater dial on the dashboard. She'd have given anything to be in the warmth of the car. But there was no way a guy like him would offer her a drag of his cigarette, let alone trust her to sit in his car. Everyone who walked past Emma tended to avoid her like the plague. She was accustomed to people pretending she didn't exist.

"Want a lift somewhere?"

Emma kept on walking with her head down.

"Sure I can't help?"

The second time she looked up, scanning the street before looking back uncertainly at him leaning his head out the window and staring at her. The closest people were on the other side of the street. There was no way he could be talking to her, was there? He couldn't seriously be offering her a ride. Whilst she was filled with disbelief, her instincts told her his offer was genuine. She'd read enough news stories though, to know that rides with strangers were best to ignore, no matter what your instincts screamed at you.

"I'll be fine," she muttered finally, the way he was regarding her making her duck her head again.

He continued to observe her before opening his car door and stepping out, only to lean against the bonnet, half-sitting on it.

"Why do I get the feeling you've got nowhere to stay?"

Emma shrugged, unwilling to tell him that his assumption was correct.

How exactly she had ended up agreeing to his proposal for her to use his second home for a couple of days, Emma still didn't know. She could remember the quiet car journey through the streets until they reached his apartment block. He'd accompanied her up, shown her to the spare bedroom and then left, barely pausing to explain that the wardrobe was fully stocked with women's clothes since he often let his personal assistant use the apartment whenever she rowed with her boyfriend. At the time, Emma hadn't questioned it. She didn't ask Marcus about it when he popped in a mere day later 'just to check on her'.

He'd told her right from the off that he was married, though he made sure to mention every now and again that he and Francis had been having problems for months. Standing there outside the apartment that she had been sharing with Mary Margaret, Emma still marvelled at the way he had played her, starting with an innocent request, getting her used to him gradually by coming over as he 'passed by' to make sure she didn't need anything. It was an art, but he exacted everything with a science.

She didn't know when it had happened exactly; all she knew was that she found herself looking forward to his surprise visits, laughing and smiling as he regaled her with tales of the ridiculous things his clients did.

"How did you do it? How did you fool me?" Emma asked suddenly, thinking over their conversations and wondering again how it was that she had never realised he was lying.

"Is this about your stupid little 'superpower'?" Marcus mocked. "You know, you're not all that, Emma Swan. Not everything is about you."

That was how he had made her feel though. When Emma and Marcus had started seeing each other, he'd made her feel like the centre of the universe. Of course, they never went anywhere – he didn't want anyone to see them and tell his wife.

Blinking away the memories, Emma found herself thinking wryly that her life would be a lot less complicated if the other residents of Storybrooke could understand that. She was getting more and more fed up of them pressing the identity of 'the Saviour' onto her.

"Then why are you really here?" Emma asked, knowing him well-enough to know he had a second, hidden agenda. "Actually, scrap that. I don't want to know," she continued, spotting the car that had previously belonged to Mary Margaret approaching. The knowledge that her mother would be in the car was enough to make her get on with what she should have been doing from the moment she had recognised Marcus: getting him to leave. "You need to go."

Marcus grinned, following her gaze over his shoulder towards the car that was pulling up, before sauntering off. Emma could feel him looking back towards her, but focused instead on avoiding eye contact with Mary-Snow and getting into the apartment before her.

A timeline so you can hopefully avoid confusion:

Reunion (Chapter 2) – Same day as the breaking of the curse

Witch Hunt (Chapter 12) – Same Day as the breaking of the curse

Parents together (Chapter 6) – 1 day later

Wooden Man (Chapter 8) – 2 days later

The Big Bad Wolf (Chapter 4) – 2 days later

A Bug's Life (Chapter 13) – 4 days later

Fathers (Chapter 14) – 6 days later

Bluebeard (Chapter 16) – 6 days later

Up Goes the Beanstalk (Chapter 7) – 1 week later

Hiking trip (Chapter 9) – 1 and ½ weeks later

Huntsman (Chapter 3) – 2 weeks later

Making Mischief (Chapter 15) – 3 weeks later

Second Bluebeard chapter (Chapter 18) – 3 weeks later

Regina chapter (Chapter 17) – 3 and ½ weeks later

Storming (Chapter 1) – 1 month later

Dance with Somebody (Chapter 11) – 1 month later

Dreaming (Chapter 5) – 5 weeks later

A Fairy Mystery (Chapter 10) – 5 weeks later

A/N: Okay, so like I said earlier, I hope you like what I did with this. Bluebeard will be reappearing and again I'll delve into his and Emma's backstory a bit more and do some more explaining, and reveal why he's here. I'd love to hear what you guys thought of the chapter and, please, if you have any ideas for chapters do tell me because I'm all out now.

Thanks for reading! Much love, SabreDae

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