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"arg…can't write anything!" Jade threw her pencil across the table. She was so bothered lately. She woke up in a bad mood, it was her day off. She decided to spend it writing songs, but nothing came to mind.

Her thoughts were thrown to the side when she heard her phone ring. It was an unknown number. She picked up.

"Hello," she asked. It was Evans voice on the other line.

"Hi Jade, can you come over, I wanted to show you something."

"Evan, why didn't you call me from your cell?"

"I did…what do you mean?" Well, isn't my number on your caller ID?"

"No , it says unknown."

"Huh, how strange. Oh, how soon can you be over," he asked.

"Eh…depends, where do you live?"

"13 main st."Jade raised her brow before speaking.

"You own that big old house? What do you do exactly?"

"I…I like having vast amounts of space." She laughed.

"Okay Evan, I can't wait to see you. Oh…your Uncle isn't over is he?"

"No, he isn't…why do you ask?"

"eh, I'm still a little pissed at him over ruining our date."

"Oh…," was all Evan managed to say.

"Ok, give me twenty minutes, bye…Evan." CLICK. The other line gone.

"Why didn't he call me sweetheart, and why was he acting so strange…he knows why I can't stand Mr. Gold."

After slipping into navy blue wrap dress and a nice pair of brown mid-calf length boots, she walked over to Evan's. It was only a block away.

She stood on the stoop, taking a second to admire the enormous house. She still couldn't accept Evan enjoying a house this large, in their other days; he preferred his tiny little cottage. Jade felt something wasn't right, but she ignored the feeling, mistaking it for envy that he had a better home then her's. Rumor had it his Uncle was the wealthiest man in town… maybe he helped him get this mini mansion.

About to knock on the door, she realized it was already open a crack. She stepped into the tri level Victorian, carefully shutting it behind her.

"Evan…I'm here, where are you?" She looked around, so many beautiful antiques, globes, furniture, and trinkets of all sorts scattered about. She was so confused, why would Evan be into all of this? Judging by his characteristics, she assumed he was a minimalist. That's how he was before…

"Evan?" "Oh, I will feel like such an awkward idiot if I am in the wrong house…even though I never seen Baelfires home in this life…I couldn't imagine it like this!" Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice booming from the upper level.

"I'm up here, baby!" "Baby, what? That wasn't his name for me, why didn't he say Sweetheart?" She ascended the large spiral staircase. "Oh no…did Rum figure it out?"

"Over here, baby!" She heard Evan call for her in the room to her left, she walked in…he wasn't in sight!

"Evan…where are you?" BAM! She felt something slam into her skull. Everything turned to black.

Feeling groggy as soon as she opened her eyes, she struggled to see through the blurriness. After what seemed like a cluster of dragging minutes, in reality was only twenty seconds, her clouded vision cleared away, going back into her usual clear focus.

"Well, well, well, did we finally decide to wake up?" That voice…that Scottish accented, velvety, bold voice. NO! It couldn't be!

She looked down, peering at a pair of perfectly shined leather shoes underneath black dress pants, then looking up, a nicely tailored black jacket, with a burst of dark brown silk underneath representing his shirt, a vibrant red tie around her captors neck, then that face…that handsome, worn out, aged beyond his years face, topped with that brown, with a touch of grey hair, those strands, effortlessly always in the right place. She met his mahogany brown eyes. Her worst fears confirmed…. He leaned in closer, giving her a better view. She wanted to scream.

"What's the matter Dearie? Don't like being captured?"

Her brows furrowed, eyes in slits and full of fury, she looked at him with a deathly stare.

"Fuck you , Mr. Gold!" Attempting to move, she felt something sting and burrow into her wrists all at once. She looked down. The sadistic son of a bitch had her bounded with barbwire.

Reality was setting in, her wrists bound in barbwire, a love she ran from long ago, now in the form of a stalker, held her captive, locked in a room. Mr. Gold now had the upper hand, a man without good intentions. Evan wasn't around, he wasn't even coming. It had to be a set up. But his voice…it was his voice.

"Where's Evan", she softly asked. He laughed.

"Where is he…you ask? I don't know."

"He…he told me to come her."

"You silly girl, I thought you were smarter than that, come on Dearie? Unknown number, wanting to show you something…come as soon as possible? Remember Dearie, I am Rumpelstiltskin, I can sound like anyone, being my equal, I thought I would have to devise a more clever method to lure you here…funny how you made it to easy."

"You…you can mimic others?" She glanced around the room, looking for anything to get her out of this situation.

"Yes Dearie, I still carry powers, not as much, but I don't need it all you know. I am surprised you don't have any."

"Let…me…go," she said through clenched teeth. He caressed her cheek, and then traced the outline of her cleavage with the tip of his cane.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Dearie…we have to catch up, have a little chat. Seems you have wondered off the path of figuring things out, allow me to guide back in the right direction." That's when she lost it…

"WHAT IN FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? YOU ARE LUCKY I CAN'T GET MY HANDS AROUND YOU NECK OLD MAN! YOU'LL BE BEGGING FOR MERCY ONCE I GET HOLD OF YOU, YOU WILL BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF TOWN…KNOWN AS THE MAN SLAUGHTERED BY ME! I WILL BE A HERO PROBLABLEY! LET ME GO!"

She then rose up. Mr. Gold pushed her back down using her shoulder. She was about to yell something again, but he cut her off throwing one hand on her neck to hold her down, and the other on top of her mouth. He smiled as she looked up at him with terrified gaze.

"Now, now my love, I only want to talk to you. Calm down, it's going to hurt getting out of those wires, I suggest you cooperate". Following his warning, he tugged at the wires, tears pooled in her eyes as she felt the sharp frays dig into her flesh. He let out a gasp, as if he was in ecstasy, when he heard her muffled, agonized whimpers. He leaned in closer, licking the tears from the corner of her eyes, savoring the salty diluted taste, and then kissed her right cheek.

"Now, now Dearie, I thought you enjoyed pain, or did you go soft on me? Oh, how I relished those days, what I'd give to have them back. You were the best woman I had carnal relations with…even better than my wife. Didn't even know what I was missing until you let me ravish you for the first time. I was so addicted with how deviant you were between the sheets. You were always a little pistol, in some ways, you still are." He was satisfied to feel her whole body shaking, and then he continued.

"My love, I am quite disappointed, I thought you'd enjoy being tied up by me? Or even the idea of being kidnapped by me…"

She did her best to stay calm. It all came back…he was expecting her to swear. He loved it.

He leaned in again, his hand firmly gripping her shoulder, his other on his cane.

She felt his breath on her neck, followed by kisses and soft bites trailing up and down her neck. It made her shudder and convulse. What frightened her? She wasn't sure if her reaction was disgust or pleasure.

"Get…away…from…me", she growled.

"Hyyymmm, I feel like we've been through this scenario before, Dearie." He laughed.

"How in fuck did he find this so amusing…torturing me like this?" Taking a breath, attempting to recompose herself, she began to speak.

"Mr. Gold…Rum, whatever you are…last time was different…I wanted you then. The difference? I don't want you this time. I think it's about time you learn the word "no".

He laughed at her statement, and then he was inches from her mouth as he spoke. She could smell his breath, a mix of brandy, cinnamon, and mouthwash.

"We will see Dearie." He crushed his mouth on hers. The curse came back, the reaction she dreaded most. How it carried on with her to the next life, she had no clue.

Once again, her body betrayed her. The more she mentally pulled away, trying to focus in on her inner good voice, her upper body went forward, making it easier for him to kiss her. She felt a wave of nausea as she realized she was locking her lips with her captor, then her tongue fighting with his.

"Please…stop this," she begged. Then she kissed him again. Ignoring her request, he held onto her tighter. She managed to break the kiss.

"Please, let me go," she panted. He looked down at her, so dominantly, licking the remnants of her strawberry flavored lip gloss off his lips. Then he took 4 steps back, picking up a knife he had by his feet. Her eyes bulged out…what was he going to do with it?

He took the knife to her wrist, slicing the wire apart with two quick strokes, before throwing it back over his shoulders.

He had the look of a killer, as if he was about to close on his pray, his mouth slightly upturned, brows up, evil in his eyes…he came out of view as soon as she realized he was on top of her, laying kisses again on her neck, then back on her mouth, to continue where they left off.

She ripped away from him; he looked down at her, a mischievous smile spread across her mouth. As she raked her nails down his back, underneath his shirt, he shuddered.

"You've been a very bad boy, Darling", she whispered. He sighed. She was back, his evil enchantress was back.

"Yes, I have Dearie, how shall I be punished?" She closed her eyes momentarily.

"Oh…well let me see…" She took her hands off his now scratched inflamed back, going to his neck, squeezing as hard as she could.

"BY KILLING YOU", she screamed.

For a leaner, older man, he seemed too strong for her to hold. Fearful of losing her grasp, she kneed him at the groin in the process.

"I won't show mercy on you anymore", she threatened, observing him in agony. She quickly got up realizing he was in too much pain to even go after her. Just as she was completely up, a hand wrapped around her ankle, dragging her down. She kicked at him, rising up to claw him in the face, and then threw a punch. He was too quick.

His cane was inches away, she grabbed it, then whacked him hard five times in then head. She couldn't believe how those blows only slowed him down. What kind of creature was this man…anyone else would have been knocked out cold!

Finally, she managed to jump up, landing on her two feet. She felt his hand on her shoulder, whipping her around. She was now at his speed, throwing a punch at his head. He caught her fist. His other hand shoved her into the door. Back against the door, she tried to twist the knob, it was locked!

By the time she realized she needed to push in the knob to unlock it, his fingers dug into her shoulders.

"I am not finished, Dearie!"

"What do you want from me?"

"I have some few choice words for you…I hate calling woman names…but you can be quite the bitch!" Her jaw dropped looking at him, he's never called her a name like that. She let out a gasp feeling his death tight grip. His face again, inches from hers.

"I always get what I want, especially my possessions…you lied to me, you deceived me and left me, like those other worthless whores. I let you in, you shatter my heart into millions of pieces! You're no better than them!" She looked firmly into his eyes.

"What in hell are you talking about, Rum?" He dug his fingers in deeper, her knees started to buckle.

"You said you loved me! You have any idea what you did to me…raising me so high, to see me fall so quickly!"

"Let me make this clear for you Rum…I DON'T LOVE YOU, I did it out of survival, you took everything from me!"

"I gave you everything you needed and wanted, I gave you power!"

"I took it to destroy you", she screamed. He staggered back, letting her go. Her cruel truthful words seemed to beat him down more than any violent act could. Realizing she had the opportunity, she then decked him in the face, this time she didn't miss. He was knocked out, his body thumping to the floor.

After taking a minute to get her sanity back, she managed to drag him onto the bed. Taking off his tie, she then securely wrapped it around his wrist. After removing a shoe lace, she used it to restrain his other hand to the other post.

What scared her the most? She looked down at him, laughing. His eyes flew open, his head snapping at her, he looked at her with the urge to kill.

This was the last straw. It was time to crush his soul, give him a taste of his own medicine. Jade grabbed a chair and made herself comfortable.

"Now now Rum, you can't treat me like that. You have no idea how much I could crush you. Telling you I don't love you? I'll to say…those words are a bit harsh. I did love you, to a certain point. It was more of "It's better than nothing" kind of love. She tilted her head, looking at him playfully, his glare hardened even more.

""Would could you possibly tell me that could break me? It's been done." She placed her hand on her hand, looking like she didn't care.

"Oh…let's just say, the information I have…will make you very happy, but break you as well."

"Tell me then, Dearie! I am losing my patients!"

"Now, now Darling, remember, you are now the captured, at my mercy, I wouldn't be so aggressive, I call the shots now." He sighed.

"What happened to you Rum, you used to be so much fun…constantly causing havoc, with a smile plastered across you face. We had so much fun together…didn't we?"

"Yes." He rolled his eyes then cracked his neck. Jade began laughing like a lunatic.

"What is so funny, Dearie?"

"Well…maybe I should tell you. I have a lot of stuff to work on at home; I should just get it over with."

"Do you recall a Baelfire?" At that name, he turned his focus all to the woman in the chair.

"How could I forget him…he's my blood!"

"Yes…good. This will make it so much easier." He then looked so confused.

"See Rum…he was my true love."

"What in hell are you talking about?" She smiled with satisfactory seeing the blood vessels enlarged in his neck.
"He was the hunter…now…lets go back and recall the events that took place, shall we?" Mr. Gold thought long and hard, but couldn't comprehend.

"Hym… the Dark One is a bit rusty. I figured a man like you who put up such a fight wouldn't have memory problems. Let me help… I met Baelfire, he was 29. He told me about the monster that claimed his Father's body and soul. Why he left. I met him about a week after we struck the deal. I quickly fell in love with him…then you came back into my life, and ruined everything.

"See, I promised him I wouldn't tell you of our association, being we planned to be married. He didn't want you around. He didn't even think of you as his father. You have appeared to kill, to take over, his Father. You should have been abit more observational, Rumpelstiltskin…that monster you created that day…that killed my hunter, my happiness, my true love…you killed your own son."

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"No…that cannot be!"

"But it was…I put on a whole entire act to you, that I never knew Baelfire." She looked down at the ground, then back at him.

"And it get's worse, Darling…Baelfire exists…thanks to me. In the form of another man, you hold so dear. Not making a very good impression, trying to steal me away from him again."

"But, the only man you seem to be with at the moment is Evan…"

"Bingo!" Your son…is Evan. Mr. Gold was speechless, his color drained.

"How…the dead cannot come here with this curse."

"I brought him back. I had my ways." He looked at her with shock, tears streamed out of his eyes. She let her darkness consume her, welcoming it so kindly this time. She walked up to him, his tears, that pitiful look, it wasn't enough. She slapped him hard across the check, and then bent down, hovering to close, she wanted to see the sorrow and guilt into the depths of his eyes.

"I told you I could crush you into pieces…I leaned quite a lot from you. That's what you get for taking something that doesn't belong to you, Rumpelstiltskin. "

She heard someone walking in downstairs. Her heart nearly jumped up into her throat. It was Baelfire's voice… for real this time.

"Uncle Rodger?" "Rodger…sounds like a fit fake name for a sadistic fuck such as him…" she thought as she looked over at the man still staring out into space with shock.

"Bye-bye, Uncle Rodger," she mocked.

Evan looked up at her with a very confused look on his face as she descended the stairs. He noticed her make-up was smeared, her hair messy, but her clothes intact.

"Sweetheart…what are you doing here?"

"Oh…we had a minor disagreement, I think we're all settled now." She kissed him quickly on the lips, then smacking him in the ass before leaving.

"What…the…hell…is…going on?" After he saw her leave, he ran up the stairs.

He was speechless as soon as he saw his uncle restrained. He nearly laughed.

"Evan…get me out of here!" He walked closer to the bed. Evan stood there dumbfound, pointing at him, then towards the door, trying to figure things out.

"What happened here?"

"Please, untie me, and I will tell you."

"I…I don't Uncle, I think you should tell me first."

"Are you kidding me," Mr. Gold said with disgust.

"Well, in retrospective, she tied you up, she must have been very angry."

"Please boy, let me out." He sighed then began to unknot his restraints.

"Ok…but you have to tell me." After setting him free, Evan stopped to look at his uncle.

"Uncle…what is the matter, were you…crying? The sudden look his Uncle had scared him. His eyes wide, almost a smile, he looked like he found something he was looking for.

"Uncle Rodger…what is going on with you?"

"Hand me my cane please," Mr. Gold requested. Evan complied, taking the cane from the floor, giving it to his uncle. Mr. Gold rose up, back to his regular self.

"I'd like you to see something of mine, Evan." Mr. Gold walked out of the room. Evan followed.

"I thought you were going to tell me what happened."

"Well get to it," Mr. Gold warned. Evan watched his uncle take a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door to the room that was always locked.

The two men stood before the swinging creaky door. Mr. Gold then flipped the switch. What Evan saw made his jaw drop. This room was filled with so many things from when he was a young Baelfire; a red tapestry he weaved at 12 years old, there were shirts of his, all secured in frames on the walls, books of his in protective clear boxes, even a pair of shoes sitting on a table, in a protective clear case as well. What stuck him the most…a forest green cape, in a plastic clear dress bag.

Why would Uncle Rodger have all of this? Evan stepped into the room, not caring what his Uncle would say next. He looked down at the cape, then to his Uncle.

"Why do you have these things?"

"They belonged to my boy," Mr. Gold said. Evan still was confused.

"Evan, do me a favor…take out the cape and touch it." Evan looked at him like he had three heads and horns.

"Okay, if that's what you want, Uncle Rodger." Full of dreading anticipation, Gold clenched his teeth, gripping his cane until his knuckles were white, watching to see if the woman who broke his heart, was correct about Evan.

Evan carefully took out the cape, placing the plastic cover on the tabletop behind him. As soon as he had both hands on the cloak, he fell, losing control of his body. So many things came to his mind.

He and his Father making wool, himself watching in horror and pity when his kind, beaten down Father being kicked by a soldier, How his Father came back one day, looking like a human form of the devil, getting his revenge, slaughtering the soldiers that stood on his property, all under 7 stabs, his revenge on the leader, so brutal, how he broke his neck. How his father looked at him, saying he was "Afraid of nothing."

Then over the next year how Bae did his best to adjust to his Fathers new persona. It was too much to endure, watching him kill so mercilessly, take advantage of others, the way he laughed, the way he moved, even his eyes were different. This wasn't his Father anymore.

Bae then remembered taking a bag with supplies to survive. It was the night before his fifteenth birthday. He could have lived like a prince, as the son of the wealthiest, most powerful Dark One, but he was too frightened, he felt like he was with a stranger. He couldn't do it no longer.

Then he saw himself a man, he finally saw light, when he seen her for the first time, love stricken…the beautiful forgotten princess, almost prey to the ogres. Little did he know she would show him love and kindness could exist with one another…again.

Evan woke up, this time in a unfamiliar pair of arms. Never had Mr. Gold hugged him, the caring was there, but Mr. Gold never did express kindness in any physical way to him.

"Are you alright boy? You took quite a fall." Evan gave him a smile of gratitude, trying to get up, pulling up his uncle as well in the process.

"I…I think I have too much of a imagination Uncle…I just have a vision of being a young boy, but it wasn't in this town."

Mr. Gold looked down at the ground, taking a swallow before saying that word…that word he never mentioned.

"Baelfire…" Evan looked at him.

"How did you know that name?"

"Because…I am your pa."

"No, that can't be right…" he lost track of his words when he really took a good look at his Uncle…how similar he looked to the Father in his mind, but he was a bit more aged now.

"Did Jade tell you anything?" Evan hesitated. But he felt it was too late now. He remembered her words…

"He knows."

"Yes Uncle, she told me about us…well, she told me of a fellow named the Dark One, or Rumpelstiltskin, I…" Evan nervously shifted around, raking his hands through his hair.

"This is insane!" He looked at Mr. Gold, eyes pleading.

"Uncle Rodger, please don't think I'm crazy, I experienced things I cannot even add skeptics to, I've seen things, all to familiar, I feel like Jade has helped me as well, I dreamt of her my whole life, as soon as I saw her…I knew I needed her. I dreamt of a being, half man, half monster, he always told me "He will protect what's his." Which brings me to this question again, how did you know my other name?"

"Because…it's what I lost when I became that creature you spoke of…Bae." Baelfire had to back up and lean against the desk. Only one person gave him that shortened name…his pa.

"If I am your son…then why was I an orphan my whole life?"

"It's the curse…we lose what we loved most."

"What curse," Evan asked.

"The curse I created long ago." Evan threw his hand in the air, he had a idea…

"Uncle-"

"Call me Pa, you are my son after all," he said cutting off Baelfire.

"Jade tells me this Dark One was with her in some way…"

"She…we go way back as well. I fell in love with her myself. I had no idea she was with you. You can't have her."

"What? Are you mad? We are meant for each other!"

"Perhaps Bae…but she cannot feel love for you."

"What do you mean?"

"She…I cannot tell you why, just trust me, stay away from her."

"I could never do such a thing, I love her! I am a grown man, you cannot tell me what to do!"

"It's for your own good, Bae." The younger man stood there, doing his best to take everything in. Gold hobbled over and gave him a fatherly embrace.

"My boy, my sweet boy, I will always protect what's mine."

All Evan could do was pat him on the shoulder. This was all too strange.

Main st.

Jade did her best to walk back. As physically ill she felt, she continued to march forward. A familiar blond and short haired brunette stood before her.

"Jade…are you ok," Mary Margrette asked.

"What happened to you," Emma asked. Jade looked at them, mumbling something of Mr. Gold falling forward.

"Mary, hold her safe, I will get the car," Emma said before running of. Mary Marygrette let out a cry when she saw Jade's wrist ripped open, blood continuously spilling out.

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