KAY peeps, new story. Sorry it Mr. Hot pants is out of character, but you will see why. Lets just say, after you read about how Jade is portrayed, your going to want a huge from sweet Belle, who isn't a crazed sex addict thanks to her master, like Jade. hhahaha Please review. If you don't like something, let me know. As you can see, I never beat up anyone for negative feed back. But I am a firm beleiver in sugarcoating. If you don't review, I will have Bae win...laterz, and enjoy. Oh yeah. this is Rum's p.o.v.

I was spinning at my wheel as usual, not aware the sun came up. As much as I wanted to watch my sweet girl sleep, I needed…no, I was compelled to tend to my wheel. Was it an addiction perhaps? Don't know. But the object has served me well throughout the years, and more trusting the any human. The wheel never asked for anything, easy to fix, and most of all, never argued.

I got lost into the dull yellow straw transforming into shiny, golden strands, the clicks of the spokes, and the feel of my palms against the gliding wheel. My trance was broken when I felt her hand roughly grab my hair, from behind me. As much as I loved pain, it was too much to endure. I leaned my head back in submission, expecting to see green eyes looking into mine…it was her face, but not her eyes.

Honestly, it did startle me. Yet, I was drawn into her at the same time. When my head was tilted back enough, she kissed my forehead, laughing as she let me go. I turned around to see what has taken over my lovely, shiny, Jade.

As usual, she was quite the vision alright, this time cladded in nothing but black velvet, her corset was immaculate, must have been new, never seen that type of leather before. Was that…gold weaved into her ties, etched into the boning and the trim? As usual, her shoulders were exposed; her sleeves fell to her elbows, her chest slightly dipping over the rim of that tight corset. I swear the woman did it to taunt me. But, she was my little temptress, and no one else's. I felt so satisfied I made it that way…thank goodness for my curses.

But my fears came back…she was indeed changed by my power, not her physical looks, but her inner being. There was something about the way she acted, the way she moved, and how she stared at me, which made me long for her further. Through those dark, piercing, hungry, demonic like golden eyes. I'll have to say, it complimented her auburn hair very well. Her crimson, devious smile made my heart jump, my whole body tremble. Her very long hair, simply raced down her back, looking like a stream of dark fire.

This was how I envisioned the perfect woman…

She looked at me, brow arched. "Rumpel darling, aren't you going to say "Good Morning" or some sort?" She laughed, not in her normal way though, it was a haunting laugh, almost high pitched, ending in sheer delight.

"Oh dear…what have I done?" The ex-princess had me speechless. I still couldn't believe what transpired of her. Before she was aggressive, but somewhat passive at times, well, when it came to me, it usually was. I always did like that about her, her fiery personality, constantly rebelling, but once I got my hands on her, my lips on her skin, my hands in her hair, my body against hers, she was usually so cooperative. At the times she wasn't, I loved it as well.

I found myself staring off, thinking of when we first lain together, how she said those hateful words, restraining me, battling me, yet letting me win all at the same time.

Now, she has transformed into this lovely creature before me…far from innocence. I wanted to take her here, now, on the very floor of the room. But I had to keep staring, keep analyzing, to figure her out. She was now a powerful witch…well, sorceress I should say. We were now the most powerful couple in the land. I had to say it in my head again, I loved the realization we were. Everything would soon be ours.

I nearly chocked when she took one step closer, looking down at me, still smiling. Placing her right hand on my shoulder, with the other, caressing my exposed flesh from the shirt I wore today.

"What's the matter Darling…why so shy?" She laughed again, this time more intense than before. She bent down to my face. I closed my eyes feeling her soft lips on mine. I was expecting a more adventurous form of contact, being she seemed so bold. Disappointment and shock consumed me as I felt her break away our short kiss. I found her staring down at me again once I opened my eyes

"You should converse with whomever speaks to you…I never did like rude people, Darling." She tore whatever contact she had with me by turning around, walking out of the room. I simply sat there dumb founded, just watching until my Evil Enchantress, the one I created, disappeared.

My inner voice told me to leave her, for my own sake. But I was always a curious person…

I followed her, not knowing where she went. Doing my best to listen for the clacking of her heels, and rustling of skirts, I heard nothing. She did she get so far?

I suddenly felt her nails grip into my shoulder, shots of pain in my nerves, whipping me around. She simply stared at me, smiling, head cocked to the side.

"Aw…are you lonely, my darling? You had to come find me eh?" She quickly gave me a kiss on my check, laughing as she walked over to the stove.

She was assembling our morning tea. Normally, she was so klutzy, but she handed the kettle effortlessly, not spilling…no even a drop! Next she held up her arm, flicking and waving her hand all at once, the cabinet opened.

"Oh, she is using her magic now…good." Honestly, it humored me how she did it so lady like, almost like a princess waving her hand. Hate to say it, but I honestly think I saved her mother a hand full.

I was impressed how she managed to take the whole tea set out with her to the dining room, not even a sound. She was so graceful. I wondered if it was the magic. In the past, I found myself to have an easier stride becoming the dark one.

I hated to admit it, but when she smiled at me, I saw a little of the queen in her expression. Her smile, just like the queens, so kind, yet her eyes twinkled something quite different. Made me wonder, staring at that woman, how I went from my wife, the betraying kind, then Belle, the innocent, then her, my Jade…I couldn't quite put the term on her…evil? But, I didn't mind evil in this form. That is the type of woman I wanted at my side, once I took over everything. I cannot have a weak woman, I needed one who would be reasonable, to rule with her head, not her heart. Finally, I found her.

She sat there, in her regular spot, the chair to the left nearest to the head chair, which was mine. As daring as she seemed to be this morning, I'm surprised she didn't try sitting there.

"Now now, Rumpel, don't be such a coward, come over here and have your tea." If only she knew how I felt about being called a coward. I will never tell anyone, but like her touch, it was my weakness…it ripped me in half, down to my soul. My hurt eased away when I saw her grinding her nails on the table, then inspecting them…what a loon! She looked up back at me, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Come on now Rumpel, you are making me impatient…I don't bite, unless you want me to, Darling." That laugh, she did it again.

"I now have this crazy woman, with all of this dark power, and I…her punching bag." The next month would be very difficult. I hated myself. Was I actually afraid of a woman? Well, it wouldn't be the first time from was I recalled, my wife beat me with a shovel when I came back from the war. But I was only a pathetic man. After that, I knew, unless you had strength to back yourself up, do not taunt these emotional creatures.

Jade on the other hand, she now was lethal as I…and we weren't a bickering married couple… we were far more deadly than that. We would have killed a whole village in minutes if we wanted to. At one point, I wished she knew what she was capable of, at the other, I hoped she didn't.

I went over and sat, dropping 4 sugar cubes into my tea. I did the best I could to keep my grip steady.

My enchantress beckoned for my attention, leaning in, her fingers tapping the table top. She then rose up and stood next to me, bending in while running her hand down my shirt.

I closed my eyes from the pleasure It was too much to take in.

"You know Rumpel, I never did thank you for you "gift."

I had a bad feeling about what she meant. I didn't know if I could handle it this time, she seemed abit to crazy at the moment.

I shuddered as I felt her bring her hand back up my chest, this time her nails scraping into my skin. She stopped at my neck, tightly grasping me with her hand.

"I want you to do something for me, Darling." I looked up at her, her eyes were dark again, filled with something iv'e seen before…lust. It made me smile.

"I want you to make love to me."

I couldn't see how we could do such a thing, being she had me restrained on my chair.

"Well, why don't you let me get up and we can go upstairs in our room." She rolled her eyes, then back to me with a devious stare.

"No…I want to right here, on the table."

"My…table, the one we eat on?" She laughed, holding my neck tighter.

"Awe…come on now Darling, I know you want to. I need to thank you in some way." I felt her moving, but still with her hand on me. She forced my legs to divide, her knee in between, other foot on the floor.

She hovered to close to me, I could almost smell her perfume , so crisp. I'll have to say, she did impress me with her multi-tasking, kneeling over me, restraining me, and undoing her ties to her corset all at once. I watched in astonishment as she quickly loosened up the article of clothing, until it sunk lower to her skirt.

"Ah, much better." She took her free hand, moving some unruly curls out of my view.

"Wouldn't it be, uncomfortable for you, it is a hard surface Dearie…"

"No, it wouldn't, Darling. Why are you being so stubborn, don't you love me?

"Yes, but-" she cut me off.

"Don't you…want me, Darling?" I shook my head in a positive manner, I couldn't speak being she grabbed my hand, moving it along her body, paying extra attention to her chest area. She moved away, slapping the empty tea assembly off the table. She smiled at me as I saw a silver tray, two silver cups, and spoons fly about in the corner of my eye. She then loosened her dress in the front while speaking to me, well, commanding was more of a better term.

"Then show me, Darling."

That's when I rose up and threw her down on the table, hiking up her skirt, so she could feel me. I heard her squeal then laugh.

Suddenly I went back to my old self.

"I think we can strike some deal," I said before I crushed my lips to hers.