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He watched her. He held her cup of tea in his aging hands and peered at her from around the corner of the wall. He watched her shift in her seat, whether it was from uncomfortableness or from being scared, he did not know. He smirked and brought the tea to her, setting it on a coaster on the mahogany table. She looked impressed at the detailing of the cup. The rim was outlined with gold, and the designs had indigo and scarlet coloring. She almost did not want to drink out of it. It was so elegant, and she was very klutzy.

"Well what are you waiting for dearie? I promise it isn't hot. I put some lemon in it, because I guessed that you would like it. Do you like lemon?" He stated, with a curious grin plastered on his face.

"I do like lemon in my tea, and sorry I just get nervous around meeting new people," she responded, with a weak smile.

"We are not strangers. I have known you since you were just a young lass, you just have not seen me."

"What do you mean?" Annabelle asked, quizzically.

"Foolish girl, why do you think you and your father haven't been evicted yet? Why do you think the library was still open and funded when little to none use it? Why do you think you haven't been living on the streets with what little money your father makes in his pathetic flower business?" Mr. Gold slyly replied.

"I-I don't know. I always figured that it was God watching over me."

"It's not God dearie, it's something much more sinister, and I'll give you a hint to who it is in case you haven't put it together yet, it's me darling."

"I don't believe you!" Annabelle bellowed.

"Oh it's true, I own this town and practically everyone in it. They have all made deals with me, and for that I own them."

"You cannot own a person, and you especially cannot own me!" She retorted.

He scoffed at this and chuckled. He motioned to the tea, and pulled a chair over to where she was sitting. Once he was sitting down, he grabbed a piece of her brown hair and brought it to his nose sniffing it. Annabelle pulled away and had a look of disgust on her face.

"It's time for me to go, and do not expect me to come back," She angrily stated.

Mr. Gold gave her a once over again and smiled. As she got up from the chair she accidently bumped the table and the cup filled with oolong tea dumped all over the floor, while a piece of the cup went flying. She had chipped his (most likely) expensive cup! She started to panic and gritted her teeth. What was she going to do? Would he be furious at her? Would she be evicted?

"I am so sorry Mr. Gold, I'll clean that up right away and buy you a new cup!" She said, apologetically.

"It's just a cup. Besides, it was a part of a set, and there is no way you could afford to replace it," he responded, while he rolled his eyes.

He looked more perturbed than angry, and Annabelle thanked her lucky stars. There was no way in hell that she could pay for a new cup like that, let alone a new set. She bit her lip, and hung her head. She was a humble girl, and she knew that she owed him a thank you, and possibly something even more. If what he said was true about watching over her, she needed to thank him. She lifted her eyes to see him smirking and shivers sprouted up and down her back. She could have sworn that his eyes turned black for a second. She must have been going crazy to think that! She took one last look and then took off towards the front door.

"So you are leaving me Belle? No matter, I will see you again."

Underneath her breath she mumbled, "I hope not."

She practically sprinted out to her car and when she got in her car it wouldn't start. She investigated all around her car and realized that one of her doors was slightly open. Damn, her battery was dead. It was the strangest thing because she had never opened that door. It was possible that she hit something and it creaked open. Her car was not the most reliable anyways, and this just proves how much she needed a new one. Mr. Gold's door opened and he leaned against the side of it.

"Having trouble dear?" He coolly asked.

"My battery is dead, but I won't ask for a ride! I'd rather walk," She quipped.

"It's getting late, and it is quite a long walk into town."

"I don't care! You are a creep, and I should have listened to my father when he said that you were trouble," Annabelle stated, coldly.

Without the slightest movement, he appeared in front of her. It was like he teleported there. He backed her up against the car and she wondered how much trouble she had actually gotten herself in. She thought about running, but then she came to the conclusion that she would just get lost in the deep forest, and that might actually be more frightening than him.

"What do you want from me?" Annabelle asked, softly.

"You, I want to have you."

"What the hell are you?" She asked, practically shaking.

He giggled and stated, "I don't think you are ready to know exactly what I am, but right now all you need to know is that I will be watching you."

Annabelle's hands started shaking and her knees wobbled. He took her chin in his hands and brought her face just centimeters from his. With their lips almost touching, he licked her bottom lip, and then pulled away, leaving Annabelle breathless. With that her engine started and her car was alive again. Mr. Gold started to hum and returned to his home, abandoning Annabelle. It was hard to breathe, and her breathing came out rapidly. She was scared, but at the same time terrible aroused. What had just taken place? It was like some sort of dream. Moreover, it was like a strange erotic nightmare.

She drove away from that horrible place and noticed that it had gotten dark. She hadn't been there that long, had she? She prayed that her Papa wasn't worried, and that he was alright. He was not doing that well when she left and now that it had been (probably) hours that she had been away she was concerned that he was getting worse. She hoped that he hadn't tried to go look for her.

When she arrived home, everything was quiet and her heart started beating faster. She called out to him, and still there was no answer. She ran to the garage to check if his car was there, and it was empty. He had gone out looking for her, and she silently prayed that he was not at Mr. Gold's. She didn't think that she could take any more of him and if she had to see him twice in one day, she might surely collapse. She shook her head and then decided to try and find her father.

She had driven all over town and she still could not find him, and then she came to the conclusion that he had either gone home, or that he had gone to Mr. Gold's. She wished that he had just gone home.

She drove back to her home once more, and was relieved to see that his car was there, along with another foreign car. It looked expensive, and it wasn't a car that she recognized. Then it struck her, it must have been Mr. Gold's car. No one in town had that much money! Except possibly the mayor, but she couldn't think of a possible reason that the mayor would be at their house.

Once she entered her home, she saw her father practically unconscious on the couch, with Mr. Gold grinning like the Cheshire cat. She scowled at him and glared.

"What have you done to my father?" Annabelle demanded to know.

"Tsk tsk, jumping to conclusions are we? I have done nothing to your father. He fell down while trying to knock on my door," Mr. Gold told her with a sly look.

"I don't believe you!"

"I'm sorry dearie, but it is the truth. We both know your father is dying, and we both know that he is getting weaker and weaker each day. Pretty soon he will die, and then who will you have left? Ruby? Possibly, but she likes to party and loves men to much, and that my dear is not what you enjoy doing."

It seemed that he knew exactly what to say to get under her skin. At the same time, she had butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the sight of him. He was still so handsome.

"Get out."

"Is that anyway to treat a guest?" He teased her.

"I said get out!" Annabelle yelled.

Mr. Gold threw up his hands and gave her his best apologetic look. He winked at her as he left and she had to sit down. She felt that familiar heat down in her belly again, and her arousal had peaked. Why did he make her feel this way? He was such a creeper, but it was like she couldn't resist him. She spied on him from the window, and his eyes flew up to meet hers. He knew she was watching him, but how?

When he was gone she attended to her father who seemed to be confused about where he was, and how he gotten there. It was like he was under some sort of spell, but that was lunacy! There was no way, but after the events today, she recognized that it just might be possible.