Kay peeps, the chap you eagerly waited for. No pressure. ahaha. I was listening to "Nights of love," by Papa Roach, and Snow white Queen, by Evanescence. Please read, it's very lengthy. And review. It's a very important part of the story...leave your vote, Mr. Horpants, or Evan... Oh, I have a drawing of them (Jade/Rum) on my avatar. Be kind, havn't drawn in a while.

You'll never know the way your words have haunted me.
I can't believe you'd ask these things of me.
You don't know me.
You belong to me,
My snow white queen.
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.
Soon I know you'll see,
You're just like me.
Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you.

The wicked game
That you play so good
I'm falling hard
Just like you knew I would
This won't last, it's too good
I can't stop, but I know I should
Days of war, and the nights of love
Hands on Fire and I'm on the run
Dancing with the devil in the midnight sun
I'm falling in love, I'm coming undone

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After what seemed like a long hour of a journey, she stood at the gates of Rumplstiltskin's home, looking up at the castle, and balancing herself on her horse as best as she could. On their own, the gates opened, owner and pet trotted though.

He waited for them at the main doors to his home, dressed in the most elegant, golden coat, shirt, leather trousers, jerkin and boots, his unruly, curly kinked hair, actually looking in place.

"Right on time dearie", he said then grinned. She looked down at him while her steed remained still. He held out his hand, she declined it, simply leaping off the horse, landing gracefully on her heals.

She then took his hand, as usual; he upturned her hand, brushing his lips quickly against her knuckles.

"Rum…it is nice to see you." She flipped back the hood to her black velvet clock.

"Where can I put my horse, I'd hate for him to trash your front courtyard-" He walked past her, then whispered into the horses ear, ever so playfully. In astonishment, she watched the horse casually turn around, and slowly trollop to a small unit of stables 75 yards away. She turned to him, at a loss for words.

"How did you…did you-" He smiled at her defiantly.

"Yes Dearie, I can command animals…any of them." She raised her brows, still impressed.

"Oh, I see." . The both of them walked into the castle, arm linked in arm.

They stood in the entranceway, the one Jade saw months ago. He offered to take her cloak, she removed it, handing it to him. He nearly dropped her cloak inches away from the hook, when he saw what she had on. A off the shoulder, red velvet dress, barely any sleeves, a dark leather corset starting at the tip of her chest, to the lower hip, held in by gold ties, fully accentuating her womanly features and shape. Her blood red skirt hung gracefully around her hips, the hem revealing a little of her boot heels. Her long straight stands of hair loose, cascading all around her. Her dark green eyes full of curiosity.

"What is so interesting, Rum?"

"Oh…nothing Dearie," he laughed, trying to ease away his dirty thoughts of loosening the ties to her corset.

He pulled a chair out for her, she sat in it, watching him bring over the tea tray. He took a chair beside her, doing the same of making tea. She liked this side of him, being so gentle man like, and a host. Such a nice change compared to his over ecstatic, bouncy personality.

He noticed she simply poured tea in the cup, adding nothing else, even though there were small bowls filled with sugar cubes, and lemon wedges.

"You like your tea plain eh," he asked.

"Yes, I feel the garnishments block the real flavor of the extract," she said while taking a quick sip.

"Tell your help they make wonderful tea, a lot of people never make it strong enough, this is perfect," Jade complimented.

"Compliment taken" he grinned.

"Oh, you made it then?" He leaned in looking at her in a silly way.

"Yes, I did my dear, I don't like others messing with my things, so I do it myself." He let out a small giggle. Jade smiled at him, she found it adorable and charming. She took a few more sips, trying to warm up from the cold night weather of the Enchanted Forest.

Rumplestiltskin was hypnotized by how her arms closed together, around her chest, appearing to have her bosom even larger, all to have her hands both clasp the small cup. The poor man…he hasn't seen anything of the provocative sort in so long, and here this beautiful young woman, with her curvy assets and pert, tight chest, with that enticing cleavage, sat right next to him. She didn't notice he was staring while drinking her tea. She put her cup down as she got a glimpse of his spindle wheel from across the room. Setting her cup down, she got up and walked over to it, simply touching the wheel with her eyes. He followed.

"Is this your only wheel…it is so beautiful…did you make it?" She looked over at him. He tried his best to convey her question, but to distract in awe of observing her.

"No…made a deal with a woodworkers wife." She laughed, hunching in a little to admire the frame work.

"And what did she give you…her first born…her soul, her farm?"

"No, I gave her a potion. Her pet wolf cub was very ill."

"Oh, I hope it is well now." Rumplestiltskin stood straight up proudly.

"Oh, you silly girl, it is I who made the potion, that cub is probably a strong wolf now…leading a pack." She turned back to him, nodding her head in amusement.

"Abit cocky, are we, Rumplestiltskin," she teased. He moved his hands in a graceful, odd way, twitching his fingers in delight.

"Yes…a bit." She laughed. She went back to admiring the other half of the wheel. She began to speak.

"I had to pay a hefty sum, almost five things of 2 pound bundles of gold spun straw, for mine. I had to find a spindle wheel beforehand. It was a horrid treasure hunt, I will say. But I finally made enough to get myself one, it isn't as exquisite as yours, but as you know, I am inexperienced when it comes to things of this. But it does the job, my friend."

"My friend…" Those words echoed in his head, those sweet friendly words, nearly tore him in half. He didn't want to be "her friend," he wanted to be her prince, her equal, her lover. If only she knew of his needs of her. It was an added benefit that she was the Evil Queens daughter as well. He could cause so much havoc with her at his side. He felt hesitant as well, if she would even want him with the way he looked. She looked so young, she had to be in her mid-twenties, he was only in his late 30's, but his evil and power aged him rapidly. It was odd, he could have put a love spell on her. He could only imagine the possibility of her doing anything, to vie for his attention, to satisfy him. At some point, he didn't want to enchant Jade in anyway. He always did enjoy a challenge; he loved how she seemed to be startled when he popped out of nowhere, in her surroundings, the teasing, the touching, oh, how she hated it. He loved a good chase.

Those things he could have done to her. It wouldn't even bother him knowing she wasn't his true love. He knew that, when that other brown haired princess, the opposite of Jade, so sweet, timed, eager to please… when the curly haired, teal eyed princess kissed him, nearly turning him back into a normal man. That was almost 5 years ago.

"She is gone, dead…move on, quit thinking about her, the dead don't hear you if you are even dwelling of them," his voice screamed in his mind. He closed his eyes, fighting the negative voice with another, arguing with himself, the mad man he was

"Rum…are you alright," she asked. He opened his eyes. He saw dark green eyes gazing back. She was standing in from of him, a good two feet betwen them.

"Yes, I..i'm good, just having a moment of insanity." Jade nodded in agreement.

"Wondering if it's the power, I often have moments like that as well," she suggested.

"It is, I'm presuming you have it as well because you have a part of my power running through you," he mentioned. Something exciting ran through her when she heard his last statement. It must have been the connection. She turned around to refill her cup. By the time she was done pouring, she felt his hands lightly grasp her bare shoulders. It seemed to be such a sweet agony, his rough, hot hands on her cold shoulders.

"Jade, can I ask you something?" That was not a likely statement from him…

She turned around, sipping her tea. How she loved that tea.

"Jade, do you ever…regret your choices?" Not understanding, she asked him to go on.

"Do you ever wonder if you were better off, never meeting me, never leaving the queen, and eventually being one, ruling a land? Or do you prefer how things are, my dear"? She looked down at her cup, then back at him. It was so hard to adjust to the vulnerability he seemed to hold in his expression.

"Well, first of all, I like, no love my life. Things are going well at the moment. I have everything I need. But what sickens me to my soul…I still miss that vile woman. I feel bad leaving, she is my only mother, but then, I did everything I could for her to love me." She trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"If only my Bae had the same outlook as her's, eager to be with me, in my good graces. Seems those women had the opposing problem. Parent doesn't want the child, child wants the parent around."

"But, some people are more fortunate to be born to devoted parents. I wouldn't know, all I have to love was a sister whom is probably dead now. But, my point is, no matter what she would offer to me, it wouldn't compare to what I wanted from her, a mother's love."

Her statement gave him a pit in his stomach.

"I am living a life most women would want, I can do anything I please, I do not have to listen to no one." She gave him a playful, soft yank to his now kinked curls, with a wink. He jumped, giving her a delighted, surprised look.

"Not even you," she laughed. He wished this side of her would come out more, she going out of her way to touch him.

She saw a painting in the corner that held her curiosity. Giving him a small, quick smile, she walked over to it. He followed.

This painting was of his castle.

"Did you paint this?" She waited for an answer, not a sound. She turned to check her host. He was standing there, smiling. He walked closer to her, before she knew it, he had her back to a wall, cornered. She felt his hand on her, in a form of a playful restraint, his hand neatly placed on her hem of her corset by her hip, his other hand softly tugging her hair. She couldn't even fathom what was behind those dark, mysterious, evil brown eyes.

"Kiss me."

"No," she replied.

"Please."

"No."

"Why not," he asked.

"I...I just can't, it wouldn't be right."

"Who's going to see...the animals and trees?" she glared at him.

"No."

"well, why then?"

"I will not, that's that, don't question me you crazy fuck," she said very angry . He pushed himself tighter against her. He always had a fetish for women swearing. She must have forgotten.

"Please...I need you. I am being a gentle man, asking you nicely".

"That's great, but there are others far more offering then I, Rum".

"But you offer what I need, and more," he chided.

"No! Don't ask me again!" She pushed him back. She expected him to cause havoc to her. He simply stood there, grinning, as if he had a plan up his sleeve.

"Rumplstiltskin...what on earth are you conjuring in your mind," she asked with her brow raised, her face full of worry and concern.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Dearie?"

Jade felt like her body was being possessed, she having control what so ever. She walked over to him, frightened as her arms betrayed her, enveloping around him.

"That's a good girl," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist so possessively.

"Are you doing this to me," she said trying to hold any lingering composure in her tone.

"Yes…and I am enjoying it", he replied. She leaned in closer, not sure this time if it was her own choice or against her will…so many mixed feelings at the moment.

"Please, don't do anything to far", she begged. He was enjoying this new side of her, so timed, so vulnerable.

"I wouldn't do such a thing, my lovely. He held her tighter, leaning his head down to hers, claiming her lips with his. She couldn't resist no longer, giving in, feeling so guilty, and a wanting all at the same time. She let out a gasp and moan when he held on tighter to her hair. She loved this small form of playful torture, being held so roughly, her hair being pulled. Baelfire never showed her that when he held her and kissed her, he was simply to kind. Rumplestiltskin knew of her preference, and how convenient it was, being he had the same preference of affection as well, moving his hand from her hip, to her waist, then a daring direction to her chest, stroking his fingers up and down the crevasse between her breasts.

"Please, don't, you promised," she pleaded between kisses. He sighed in defeat and obeyed, moving his hand softly around her neck, to playfully hold her in place.

"If you say s so," he said moving his lips to her neck. He let his force of possession of her body leave. She didn't realize it, still letting him hold and touch her. She took his hair in her hand, laying a very aggressive kiss, she shuddered in delight as she felt his tongue dancing with hers. How delightful it felt when his hands moved up and down her back. His right holding her bottom, the other grabbing her in closer, as much as they could touch together, it didn't seem enough. He pulled his mouth away…he wanted to do more than that silly kissing and touching. Then she would never want to leave. But he was a man of his word. She looked up at him, his expression indicated the lust that begged to be fulfilled.

Suddenly, she realized she was free of his spell, quickly breaking away. Heat seared though her body, her cheeks blushing a dark red, she felt ashamed. She came here to tell him she was betrothed, and no more of his nonsense of following her. Obviously her plan backfired…the opposite was happening, kissing him, embracing him, letting him in, with her guard down, kissing with the devil…her betrothed's father. How she hated herself at the moment. She ran, not sure where to go, in a new environment, not knowing what hall led to what. She just ran as quickly as her heels would let her.

He stood there watching until the flash of coppery fire and red disappeared down the hall. He simply laughed. This was his home; he knew where she was through their bond.

Jade looked around her sanctuary. It was a dreary, dusty dark room. She felt guilty running through this man's home. But she didn't know how to escape her own personal humiliation.

Nothing in this room but a few pieces, a dresser, floor length mirror, partially covered, and an armoire.

Jade walked up to the mirror, uncovering it. She looked at her reflection.

What I see before me is nothing but a dishonest whore…who doesn't deserve him." She thought of Baelfire. She held back the urge to cry, now was not the time.

"I'd cover that back up dearie. The queen see's though all the mirrors in this land." Startled, she turned around. Then she bent down, taking the blanket to cover the mirror.

"Really, how," was all she could manage to ask.

"Yes, mirrors are her thing, I'm surprised you didn't know being her daughter and all." Jade remembered a few times her mother was always handling a mirror. It all made sense now.

"Rum, just so were on the same page, I am no one's daughter, were going to pretend I don't know The Queen. There is no sense of me even thinking about her. I am a mere stranger to her. Thanks to you, and I will appreciate it to the day I die." As much as she tried to say it proudly, he detected the broken heartedness in her voice. He went up to her, taking her hand.

"Now come with me Dearie, I need to speak with you." She grew suspicious. Then she remembered the whole reason he invited her here.

They stopped when they were in the same room from earlier. He stood in front of her, taking both her hands in his. This was harder then he thought. But how could she turn him down? He was the Great, powerful Rumplestiltskin. She looked up at him, wondering.

"There is a reason I asked you if you were happy with life. It's been almost a year since we met. I know you only came to me for one thing,-" he remembered the up change of the terms of their deal when he asked her for an answer. "No, two things I mean. He paused for a moment, and then continued.

"As you know, I have a fondness for you. We are bonded forever; I know where you are at all times. You will always have me. I normally don't go around kissing women I make deals with…well, maybe a select few." He let out a silly soft laugh. In reaction, he ruby red lips upturned to a smile.

"But, as I know, and you as well, I know you have it in you to be great, you just have a limited amount of power, and me, I am the most powerful one in the land. It will always be that way. But with all this great power, comes at a price, no one wants to be around you." He felt his lied abit, thinking of Belle at his side. On the other hand, Jade didn't know of her as well.

"People avoid you of fear," she stated.

"Yes, my thought exactly dearie", he replied, thinking of Baelfire leaving that day, when he woke up out of instinct at sunrise, to find his son missing from his bed, and a farewell note on Bae's pillow. Rumplestiltskin went back to reality.

"I am going to quite speaking of nonsense. You have a choice Dearie, and feel lucky; I never give choices in most situations." Jade was taken back a bit at the aggressive change in his voice. He held onto her hands tighter.

"You need someone; you are alone, as I. We both detest the queen. Be my equal, I will give you more powers then you could imagine, not as strong as I though. We will battle that vile woman, and rule this land, really getting things in the right order. But trust me, the amount of power I can give you, it will be sufficient to battle anyone and anything. Could you imagine having those powers? Almost being able to do anything? You will live with me here. Your castle is such a tiny sight anyhow. I will give you anything you please. No longer will you have to spin, or do anything for income in that matter. I will never seek out another, you can even have your own room, or what I want…a place in my bed. When I get done with you, everything you own will even envy a queen. I may not be the most handsome man, but I would be very beneficial to you. Imagine…anything your heart desires…my beautiful little Jade.

That's when everything went wrong inside her; her stomach churned, her throat burned, and her eyes dry, knee's buckling, her whole body shaking. Holding her tears back, she asked him something.

"Are you doing this…hurting me?" He raised his brow suspiciously.

"No, that is all you." He let go.

"See," he proved. Jade still felt horrible. Now she really felt like a whore, a heartless one.

"Rum…I…I." She took another breath, trying to get her nerve back and her wits together.

"It sounds very tempting, don't get me wrong, but I came here with different intentions." She quickly raised her hand, brushing it against his face, then stepping back.

"I am sorry I kissed you. Let alone, showed you any promiscuity for that matter. See, you are wrong, I am not alone…" He stood stiff, assuming that she was with someone, but he kept denying it.

"I am betrothed to someone, I met him a few months ago. I love him." "I love him," those words coming out of her mouth, and not directed to him, made him sick. He clenched his fists, his dark eyes turning grey, looking almost sinister.

"Who is this man you deny me for? He must be quite the prime if you prefer him over me! What is he, a prince?"

"No," she replied.

"King?"

"No, lower than that." She looked at the ground, dreading how this could end.

"Lord,"

"Lower."

"A knight?"

"No, less then."

"A servant, count," this time spite and some slight pain.

"No, lower."

"A baker, black smith," he did his best not to grab the nearest object and throw it at a wall. The rage started to run in his veins. He was never used to being rejected since he became the dark one, always getting what he wanted.

She was a little nervous when she saw his eyes were almost black now., his golden hued skin turning to a morbid gray.

"What then, a hunter?" She couldn't have succumbed to a beggar, not her.

"Yes," she answered. "He has no powers, nothing", she added, just to prove her love for Baelfire. He stepped closer to her, she stepped back, really wishing she had her sword, which was attached in her cloak, unfortunately hanging down the long hall. He walked closer, she stepped backwards more.

"I will ask you this again, you would deny me, for a mere man, who can give you nothing! "

She knew her answer, but didn't want to provoke him more. All she could do was nod her head. Then something took over her, courage perhaps?

"Rum…you came after me, you kissed me…you pursued me! I know it was you on my window when I slept alone…how could you not know he was there?"

"Bad coincidences. Good thing, I would have turned him into a roach, and crushed him! " She tried a different approach. This wasn't working.

"Rum"- she said softly. "You deserve love, but I am not the one to give it to you. You will just have to wait for it, like I have, sometimes others find it later." He walked up to her, arm outstretched, holding her by the neck.

"That's the problem Dearie! I had found her, she's gone, and you will do instead!" She could barely breathe. He grasped her close to him; she was shaking from the paranoia of being murdered. If he killed her., no one would know. Fear consumed her whole body.

"Rum, I care for you, regardless, but not that way." He held tighter now, the spots on her skin nearly burned. She yelped in pain. Then he shook her, nearly screaming.

"You will be mine, no matter what, I will see to it…GAURANTEED! I will not let you out of my grasp again, some day, I know you will succumb to me. I will kill him! Yes Dearie…HE WILL DIE!"

"You don't even know who he is."

Shacking her harder, he retorted.

"I DON'T NEED TO, I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN, I CONTROL FATE, YOU WILL SEE! " He let her go, stepping back. She looked at him, tears falling out of her eyes, bewildered. He gave her that look, as if he was created something in his mind, then he waved his hand. Jade couldn't figure it out. Then she fell down.

"I will never let you hurt him…I thought you my friend!"

"Aha-ta-ta-ta", he laughed so menacingly.

"Are you stupid or what, lassie? Do you honestly think I want to just be your friend with everything iv'e shown and offered? Heed my words girl, enjoy the time with your little hunter. I will come back and take what MINE!"

"What are you doing," she managed to say. The pain she experienced was excruciating. She felt so many emotions running through her, as if her soul being taken away, she felt hate, the happiness, then saddness...then lonliness. Her chest burned. Was he killing her? He walked over to her, looking down.

"Just to show you how serious I am, I just put a curse on you." The pain still lingered, but slowely dissapearing. She couldn't even comprehend what went on.

"What is it," she chocked out. He laughed.

"I just made it impossible for you to love anyone...except me. This will become very interesting," he said in a sinister tone. She stuggled to get up, as weak as she felt.

"YOU'RE A MONSTER!" She screamed out her words with hate, then turned and ran to the main hall, to get her cloak and sword. He didn't follow, but she kept running.

Her pulse surged though her body, her lungs burned, but she didn't care, running to the stables to fetch Midnight, her horse. Her motive was to get the hell out, save Baelfire from his wrath.

She threw the door open, climbed on her horse.

"Go, now, Midnight!" The horse obeyed. She whipped the ties to his nuzzle, indicating for him to run.

As she held on tight to her running horse, she could hear his laugh. Then those chilling, haunting words.

"I'll always take what's mine."