Hey guys! Sorry I've been away so long, I've been having some family issues, but besides that, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"How long have I been asleep?" Annabelle asked, in a tearful way.

"It's almost noon. Why don't you come downstairs and have breakfast with me? I made your favorite, cinnamon toast, bacon and pancakes. If you ask me, that combination is a little strange, but I made it special because I know you like it," he said, with an endearing wink.

She was going to ask why he knew her favorite, but with all the weird things that he can do, she thought it was pointless. She could not believe what she had just done. Having sex with a practical stranger, true he did seem to know her, but she barely knew him, was a messed up thought. She had never done anything like this before, and surprisingly, she did not regret it.

"I should really be getting home, my Papa will be worried," Annabelle stated.

"Oh don't worry about him, dearie," he giggled, "He is fine. Let's just say he will be asleep for a bit."

"What did you to him?" Belle asked, angrily.

"I told you not to worry; it's just a sleeping spell it will wear off in a few hours," he told her, casually.

"What the hell! You cannot just put spells on people!"

"Would you rather have him upset at you? Or worse, found out you slept with a monster?"

"You are no monster Mr. Gold, you just are a little rough around the edges," Annabelle tried to assert.

He whispered under his breath, "If you only knew."

She sighed and finally submitted to him. She followed him down his onyx marble steps and was lead to the dining room. His décor was sublime, it was spotless and everything was perfectly in place. She wondered if he noticed how messy and imperfect her home was.

He watched her carefully, as she looked faint. He started growing concerned when she started to wobble to the dining room table.

"Are you alright Belle?"

"I-I'm fine. I just need to eat, I'm having a low blood sugar," Annabelle replied, softly.

He pulled out the chair for her, and let her sit. He watched her pick up the utensils and start to eat.

Annabelle grew annoyed at his peering and scoffed, "Are you going to just sit there an watch me eat or are you going to eat as well?"

"My dear, I don't eat, at least during the day."

She grimaced, she wondered what he was. Was he some sort of demon? Or heaven forbid, a vampire? Well, that would explain why he did not drink his coffee at Granny's. Whatever the hell he was, he was certainly a God when it comes to sex.

She pondered this while she ate like a wild woman. After a few minutes, she could slowly feel her blood sugar rising back to normal. She didn't even notice that Mr. Gold had pulled a chair next to her, and had his arm wrapped around her waist. When she zoned back into reality, she turned to see his concerned face.

"I never knew you had blood sugar problems, not even in our past life," he said, guiltily.

It dawned on him that he never really did examine her much back at the castle, it was mostly her caring for him. He would have never guessed she struggled, especially when everything was done so perfectly.

"I guess you never got to know me then."

He grumbled under his breath, and frowned. She was right, he never really did. He ignored her, even though he loved her. He was a coward. He is much more powerful than he ever was before, so he came to the conclusion that he was a coward no longer. Even though he denied it, it was most likely still true.

Annabelle yawned, and suddenly realized how horrendous she must look. Her makeup most likely smeared, giving her raccoon eyes, and she could feel that her hair was a tangled mess.

"You look fine love."

"Can you read my mind?" Annabelle inquisitively asked.

"Not exactly, I can pick up facial cues, and I can read people's emotions; although, if I use a memory spell I can read people's memories."

She nodded as if it was the most interesting thing she had ever heard, and to be honest it was very close. While he talked she examined his teeth, his incisors were not pointed or elongated like a vampires, but then again she read in some of her books that vampires can control their fangs. She smiled a toothy smile at her, and something went off in her that made her feel nauseous. It sunk in that he could have been a psycho, and murdered her! Then reality came to light, and she realized that, even though he was creepy and a little disturbing, he was safe. Besides, she liked a little danger. After she finished her breakfast she turned to Mr. Gold who was ogling her, and she glared.

"You can take me home now," she said, with venom.

"Why the sudden change in attitude? What we did last night was amazing, and I don't regret a thing. You are mine now, I have claimed you."

Annabelle gulped. In a way it was nice to be wanted by someone, but right now it was just a little too strange. When she scowled at him some more, he ended his protesting and lead her to his expensive car.

It was quiet in the car, and she wanted to say something to break the ice, but she couldn't think of anything. The drive was long, and if they continued like this, it would be very awkward.

He finally broke the silence, "You know, you can call upon me anytime you need, and I will be there. No questions asked."

She smiled for the first time that day, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I appreciate that, thank you," she replied with tenderness.

He leaned down when they hit the first stop sign, and kissed the top of her head, replying inaudibly, "My Belle, my sweet Belle."