Love is weakness

Prompt: What if Cruella managed to get Isaac to rewrite her ending so she was free to do the one thing she has always loved to do? And what if just as she has her ability to murder again, Ursula returns to Storybrooke determined to make things right with Cruella? She realises how foolish she was to not realise the truth: Cruella's her happy ending, her voice was just a part of her happiness. And if Cruella happens to kill a character or two—whether it includes Isaac that's up to you—and what if something happens (what that is, is totally up to you) where she's faced with the possibility of killing the only person she has ever loved? Would she be able to kill Ursula?

Note: It's quite dark and angst and tragic, I'm warning you! Oh and there is a hint to Authella.

Love is weakness: Cruella had never fully understood the meaning of it, until she saw Isaac literally sign his death sentence. He knew whatwas about to happen to him, and yet he did it anyway. Some gentle words and a kiss on the lips had been enough for him to give in, annulling with a blow of ink the long crusade he had been leading against her. Was his life really so little worthy for him? Well, for her it was even less.

"Do you have some last words to say?" she whispered in his ear, slowly pulling out the gun – now again useful – from under the fur.

The author turned around and gave her a weak smile. "I love you, Cruella". He said those words with a sincere tone and his look was so calm and resigned that she remained astonished. But not enough to be diverted from her psycho plan.

After all, she still wanted her revenge and she also had to try her new found power.

Therefore, despite everything, she put the gun to his head. It was the point that granted a quicked death, but most of all the one that offered a more sadistically voluptuous show.

"We'll see each other again in Hell, Isaac" she whispered and before she was done speaking, the bullet had already exploded in his brain.

With her eyes slightly widened – more out of surprise than upset – she took a step back just to admire better the lifeless body of the man who claimed to love her, while his blood kept on falling on the ground. It was only when it reached her heels that the full awareness of her deed hit her.

And she smiled. It sounded like the start of a true happy ending.

Afterwards, she had became addicted to blood once again. In less than two weeks she had made other victims, attracting them in Gold's cabin, where she had been hiding. The funniest thing was that no one knew that she was behind the disappearances and no one was caring about looking for her: Gold was back to his Belle, Maleficent had found her daughter and everyone thought that the worst evil had already been defeated. What a huge mistake to underestimate a girl with furs and diamonds! Maybe they would have realized that before Storybrooke would have turned into a necropolis.

One night, while Cruella was enjoying a bottle of gin, there was a knock on the door and for a moment she feared that before was coming too before. She grabbed automatically the gun and approached slowly the door, ready to kill whatever Charming in her way. But instead, on the other side appeared someone else and she found herself lowering the weapon, while a sincere smile crossed her lips.

"Ursula… What are you doing here?" she asked with a softer tone than she would have wanted.

"I knew I would have found you here…" the other woman simply replied, entering the cabin not waiting for an invitation.

"What are you doing here?" Cruella asked again, this time with a louder and also more diffident tone. Her resentment for having been left alone some months before didn't take long to show up again.

Ursula approached slowly and grabbed her by her amrs, not without a certain hesitation. "I've heard about missing people in town and I was worried for you…" she confessed, and nothing in her voice and in her look suggested anything different from concern. And affection, maybe.

"Oh, how kind of you! You've left your tail and your precious daddy because you were worried about me?". Irony was everywhere, but it soon frezeed though. "There is no reason to be worried anyway, darling. I have been the one to make the old shewolf and that prince Eric disappear…"

The sweet expression on the sea witch's face vanished immediately and instictively she took a step back. "Wh-what does that mean?"

Cruella rolled her eyes, annoyed by that predictable but yet exaggerated terror. "It means exactly what I said. Killing is my happy ending, as for you is your voice" she explained more clearly, not missing the chance to have a dig at her.

Ursula widened her eyes full of confusion, but paradoxically in that moment it was the implicit accusation she had just received to upset her more.

"My voice is not my happy ending, I've been wrong. My happy ending is something bigger and my singing voice is just a part of it… As you are as well" she said – something between a love confession and an apologia. And against any instinct of survival, she started to move toward her again.

The abusive owner moved too and started to touch lightly her friend's face with her fingers. Slowly, she let their faces meet as well and, animated by a new strange curiosity, claimed a meeting between their lips. It was not a gentle kiss because she was not able to do that, but it was the first kiss in her life that allowed her to feel something.

Maybe because Ursula was after all the only person in the world that had managed to make her cry, the only person in the world she had been missing, the only person in the world she had ever felt something real for.

That realization suddenly hit her with all its destroying power and immediately she found herself pushing Ursula far away, while raising the gun again.

"What do you want to do, Cru? It's me, Ursula!"

"Oh, I know that it's you, darling" she just replied and her voice sounded tired and sad.

"Cru, you don't have to do this. I can help!" Ursula quickly exclaimed, trying in vain to stop the arm with the gun. "We can put an end to your illness together… Let me help you!"

Out of the blue, Cruella chuckled and that chuckle was the self-encouragement she needed to keep the weapon steady. "Illness? Oh, no darling, this is simply my essence… And you are an obstacle!"

The sea witch stopped her attempts and just stared at the woman in front of her, looking suddenly resigned and maybe disappointed. It was a look that Cruella knew very well, because it was the same Isaac's had right before he died.

"I'm sorry…" the serial killer murmured and the tear that unwillingly fell from her eyes proved that she really meant it.

For the first time she was crying and not smiling in front of the idea of a corpse.

For the first time she was killing not because she wanted to, but because she had to.

Love is weakness, love is the real illness. And there was only a way to prevent herself from being infected as well.

Bang bang.

Just a quick note at the end to thank for the kind reviews I've received! Hope you liked this chpater too, despite everything LoL