Post by Belle French on Apr 4, 2014 15:10:48 GMT -5
The moonlight danced against the snowdrift lands enticing Belle to admire the magic that lay before her. The magic of the Enchanted Forest seemed to seep from everything from the tree tops to the sparkling snow beneath her feet, and she would have, if she could have taken the time to stop. Her breath was ravaged as her feet tried to carry her through the strange lands. She could have been a Princess. The tears would not stop coming, they could not bear the truth of what she had just seen. She stopped for a moment to adjust the leather strap that carried Lumiere against her hip. The cold metal was heavy, but he had risked eternity to buy her time. She winced and shifted her weight. The snow buckled beneath her feet against her will as she forced her movements to continue. She could not stop. She would not stop. The shock of the situation teetered in the back of her mind threatening a madness that she had fought so hard to control.
The sun came quickly and with its rise she thanked the Gods that the Dark One had not come for her. She knew that he was a powerful legend and a dangerous man from experience. The man she had seen the night before had been the one she had fallen in love with. Her face softened for a moment only to be replaced by a sour look. He had been forced to pick between Baelfire and his dagger, and in the end he had made the right choice even though it had cost him everything. His castle appeared in the distance covered in various layers of snow as if Mother Nature knew that the coldness in Belle’s life had returned.
Oh she knew the Wicked Witch well enough to hate her. She had tricked Baelfire into trading his life for his fathers, and in the process Belle had lost both men that had meant the world to her. Her eyes narrowed as she weaved her hand in front of the castle door beckoning the spell to break against her and open her to any resources that she might find. The door bellowed and opened by itself allowing Belle to enter. She could smell the dust that had been gathering and it tore at her heart strings. This had been the place she would have loved to have had her happy ending with Rumpelstiltskin, and yet the happy ending never came.
She could have been a Princess. She could have returned to the Enchanted Forest and reclaimed her crown. Her father had offered her a Kingdom of riches and a long line of men who wished to have her hand and help her run the Kingdom, but Belle would never settle for a King. She would never be ruled by the politics of her land and she would never submit. Rumpelstiltskin had changed her in the deepest of ways, and she was beyond return. She set the candle back on the table in the Library and lite it ablaze. She turned her back to the candle while running her fingers through her large book collection.
“Belle….” His French accent was heavy, but troubled, “I am so sorry. I just wanted to be free.”
“I understand Lumiere. Every day we are forced to make choices that we would rather not make,” She said slowly while turning to face him, “And in the end you made the right choice. You did not let her win. I will find a way to free you.” She was determined, and for a moment the Heaven’s cried out. Belle had turned into her mother. She was willing to sacrifice everything for the better good, but this was not the better good. She had to find a way to save Rumple and Baelfire, before Rumple killed her. She had seen the look of confusion and torment on his face when Zelena had ordered him to kill her. She knew that Baelfire was somewhere inside of him fighting and with him she knew Rumple was fighting too. All magic comes with a Price and both men had paid it, it was her turn.
“What are you doing Belle? You should be far from here. He will come for you if you stay. True love is powerful, but he is no longer in control of his own actions. Please do not let my actions be in vain.” He pleaded the young Beauty. Gone was her naïve and trusting nature, and it had been replaced with a determined darkness, “Baelfire and Rumpelstiltskin are as good as gone. I know what she does to people.”
Belle stopped what she was doing and looked directly in the mirror that stood infront of her. The same mirror that Rumpelstiltskin had cursed Regina in when he believed Belle had betrayed her. Her reflection threatened to break her, and perhaps that was what she needed. Her eyes were enchanting, intoxicating, and unnerving. The coldness that she saw coming from them was not one that she was used to seeing. They glistened before the tears cascaded down her high cheekbones leaving black streaks as they fell. She clenched her fist and slammed it against the table.
“She took Rumple from me. I thought the worst pain I could feel would be losing him again, but I was wrong. I still have hope I can get him back.” She paused as her mind drifted back to Baelfire. Rumpelstiltskin had searched for his son for centuries. He had tried so hard to regain his son’s love and respect, and just when he had it that bitch took it away, “Rumple knows the price of the dagger, and I will free him. I will not die here. Oh no my story isn’t done.” She growled while shoving books into a side satchel, “BUT I will not forgive her for killing Baelfire. He was my best friend. In another life he was my SON. A mother never gets over losing her son. I will bleed that bitch until she is white instead of green. I will make her pay.”
The darkness that had nearly taken her heart after Rumple had died threatened to take her once more. Her Fae blood danced violently through her veins because her blood pressure was rising with rage. She wiped away her tears and stopped before the candle.
“Belle… don’t let her take everything good from you… don’t let her win,” He pleaded seeing the obvious change within her. She replied with a sinister smirk.
“Don’t worry. I am going to go to Oz and hit her where it hurts. I will make her pay. Everyone has a weakness and once I find hers I will exploit it like she did mine. Baelfire and Rumple are my life, and she just messed with the wrong woman.”
“But she does not see you as a threat Belle. She thinks you are an idiot.” He stated in a matter of fact manner. Belle hoisted the leather satchel strap on her shoulder and blew his light out before putting him on her other side.
“See my dear friend, Rumple once thought I was a simple girl. I have a knack for surprising people. Let her think I am an idiot. I have been underestimated my entire life, and I always win.” She grinned to herself, the sanity threatening to leave her, “I just need some madness in my life, and I know exactly who to find.”
The young woman danced her hand along the door sealing it with blood magic; the spell would have surprised Rumple himself. She had been doing a lot of studying in her free time and Merlin had taught her a thing or two. Underestimated has become her middle name, and she was ready to prove them all wrong. She whistled into the cold air summoning a familiar unicorn to her side. A warm smile enchanted her face as she ran a fragile hand along the horse’s mane. Her fingers gently entangled in the mane for a moment sending a magical surge between them. The horse nodded knowing where Belle needed to go. She slowly crawled up and straddled the horse bareback. Within a few moments the horse took off to Jefferson’s house in the woods.
She could smell the crackling necessity of fire in the distance. It had been a long time since she had seen Jefferson and she knew that Rumpelstiltskin had done some dealings with him. Belle could only hope that they had left on good terms and that the last interaction that they had was a good one. She slid off of the horse and smiled sweetly. The picture before her was so tender and loving. It was as if Regina had never entered his life. The smell of fresh meat cooking and the aura of peace relaxed her a bit. A gentle stream ran behind the house and it looked like Jefferson had everything that he could have ever wanted. She stopped infront of his old wooden door and debated on even bothering him. He had perhaps already found his happy ending, where hers had always been eluding her, but she needed him. She frowned starting at the oak lines in the door trying to contemplate whether she would hurt him by asking him to take her to Oz, or if he would understand. She closed her eyes for a moment and her hand knocked on the door without her permission. Well too late now. She gulped and stepped back for the moment as the door opened.
“Hi Jefferson, I need your help. You see I need to go to Oz so I can find the weakness of the Wicked Witch so I can save the world and Rumpelstiltskin.” She spat out in one hurried sentence. It was the only way she knew how to get the crazy out. The sound of shrieks overhead distracted her from her thoughts and Belle turned around to curse the creatures, “Are you kidding me? Flying monkeys?!” She screamed the words into the air drawing them to her. Without thought she backed up and ran into Jefferson. His body was unmoving and she was completely and utterly embarrassed.
Emma had told her this man had kidnapped her and Snow White and nearly killed them, and here he probably thought she was flirting with him. She apologized and removed her backside from him and walked into the clearing to meet the monkeys. Belle was not the same damsel in distress that he encountered in Storybrooke. Being involved with Mr. Gold had taught her that she needed to give in and learn some tricks herself. Her fingers danced in the sky as if she was drawing a rune. Belle cast a protection spell over Jefferson’s house in order to protect him and his daughter. The nasty creatures hovered above her. She rolled her eyes and cursed Zelena.
“Really? Lumiere was right. You really do underestimate me. You forget Wicked, I have read every book on you. I know the tricks.” She weaved a fireball from nothingness and burned the monkeys to a crisp. The not so damsel in distress returned to Jefferson and frowned, “I apologize about that… as you see wherever I go trouble seems to follow me. I am so sorry for wasting your time. I can see you finally have your happy ending. It is not my place to take it from you.” She paused and her crimson lips parted as if she was going to ask him something rather but the words never came, she changed the subject, “I wish you nothing but the best.”
Belle turned to head back to her horse and cursed herself along the way. She could not allow Jefferson to sacrifice his happy ending for her. She would never ask that from a man. He had been a tortured and lost soul because of Regina, and even though she now understood Regina’s pain that did not make her ruthless. She was not cruel. Her pulse began to rise as her heart broke and tainted a little more. The Fae blood that fought to control her darkness was now attacking her from the inside. She stopped in her tracks and raised a hand to her feverish forehead. Belle closed her eyes trying to make the world stop its unnecessary need for theatrics. She just wanted a simple life, and part of her envied Jefferson. He had been mad, and now it appeared she was going mad. The darkness came, and she welcomed it. Her slender body fell limp and the snow was her only relief from the fever that had consumed her. Her eyes slowly closed as her hand reached for Lumiere. She could not die yet. She had lost the two men she loved, but she had made a promise to Lumiere.
“I am sorry…” Her voice faintly said before disappearing. She passed out in the snow, in the fried monkey remains.
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The sun came quickly and with its rise she thanked the Gods that the Dark One had not come for her. She knew that he was a powerful legend and a dangerous man from experience. The man she had seen the night before had been the one she had fallen in love with. Her face softened for a moment only to be replaced by a sour look. He had been forced to pick between Baelfire and his dagger, and in the end he had made the right choice even though it had cost him everything. His castle appeared in the distance covered in various layers of snow as if Mother Nature knew that the coldness in Belle’s life had returned.
Oh she knew the Wicked Witch well enough to hate her. She had tricked Baelfire into trading his life for his fathers, and in the process Belle had lost both men that had meant the world to her. Her eyes narrowed as she weaved her hand in front of the castle door beckoning the spell to break against her and open her to any resources that she might find. The door bellowed and opened by itself allowing Belle to enter. She could smell the dust that had been gathering and it tore at her heart strings. This had been the place she would have loved to have had her happy ending with Rumpelstiltskin, and yet the happy ending never came.
She could have been a Princess. She could have returned to the Enchanted Forest and reclaimed her crown. Her father had offered her a Kingdom of riches and a long line of men who wished to have her hand and help her run the Kingdom, but Belle would never settle for a King. She would never be ruled by the politics of her land and she would never submit. Rumpelstiltskin had changed her in the deepest of ways, and she was beyond return. She set the candle back on the table in the Library and lite it ablaze. She turned her back to the candle while running her fingers through her large book collection.
“Belle….” His French accent was heavy, but troubled, “I am so sorry. I just wanted to be free.”
“I understand Lumiere. Every day we are forced to make choices that we would rather not make,” She said slowly while turning to face him, “And in the end you made the right choice. You did not let her win. I will find a way to free you.” She was determined, and for a moment the Heaven’s cried out. Belle had turned into her mother. She was willing to sacrifice everything for the better good, but this was not the better good. She had to find a way to save Rumple and Baelfire, before Rumple killed her. She had seen the look of confusion and torment on his face when Zelena had ordered him to kill her. She knew that Baelfire was somewhere inside of him fighting and with him she knew Rumple was fighting too. All magic comes with a Price and both men had paid it, it was her turn.
“What are you doing Belle? You should be far from here. He will come for you if you stay. True love is powerful, but he is no longer in control of his own actions. Please do not let my actions be in vain.” He pleaded the young Beauty. Gone was her naïve and trusting nature, and it had been replaced with a determined darkness, “Baelfire and Rumpelstiltskin are as good as gone. I know what she does to people.”
Belle stopped what she was doing and looked directly in the mirror that stood infront of her. The same mirror that Rumpelstiltskin had cursed Regina in when he believed Belle had betrayed her. Her reflection threatened to break her, and perhaps that was what she needed. Her eyes were enchanting, intoxicating, and unnerving. The coldness that she saw coming from them was not one that she was used to seeing. They glistened before the tears cascaded down her high cheekbones leaving black streaks as they fell. She clenched her fist and slammed it against the table.
“She took Rumple from me. I thought the worst pain I could feel would be losing him again, but I was wrong. I still have hope I can get him back.” She paused as her mind drifted back to Baelfire. Rumpelstiltskin had searched for his son for centuries. He had tried so hard to regain his son’s love and respect, and just when he had it that bitch took it away, “Rumple knows the price of the dagger, and I will free him. I will not die here. Oh no my story isn’t done.” She growled while shoving books into a side satchel, “BUT I will not forgive her for killing Baelfire. He was my best friend. In another life he was my SON. A mother never gets over losing her son. I will bleed that bitch until she is white instead of green. I will make her pay.”
The darkness that had nearly taken her heart after Rumple had died threatened to take her once more. Her Fae blood danced violently through her veins because her blood pressure was rising with rage. She wiped away her tears and stopped before the candle.
“Belle… don’t let her take everything good from you… don’t let her win,” He pleaded seeing the obvious change within her. She replied with a sinister smirk.
“Don’t worry. I am going to go to Oz and hit her where it hurts. I will make her pay. Everyone has a weakness and once I find hers I will exploit it like she did mine. Baelfire and Rumple are my life, and she just messed with the wrong woman.”
“But she does not see you as a threat Belle. She thinks you are an idiot.” He stated in a matter of fact manner. Belle hoisted the leather satchel strap on her shoulder and blew his light out before putting him on her other side.
“See my dear friend, Rumple once thought I was a simple girl. I have a knack for surprising people. Let her think I am an idiot. I have been underestimated my entire life, and I always win.” She grinned to herself, the sanity threatening to leave her, “I just need some madness in my life, and I know exactly who to find.”
The young woman danced her hand along the door sealing it with blood magic; the spell would have surprised Rumple himself. She had been doing a lot of studying in her free time and Merlin had taught her a thing or two. Underestimated has become her middle name, and she was ready to prove them all wrong. She whistled into the cold air summoning a familiar unicorn to her side. A warm smile enchanted her face as she ran a fragile hand along the horse’s mane. Her fingers gently entangled in the mane for a moment sending a magical surge between them. The horse nodded knowing where Belle needed to go. She slowly crawled up and straddled the horse bareback. Within a few moments the horse took off to Jefferson’s house in the woods.
She could smell the crackling necessity of fire in the distance. It had been a long time since she had seen Jefferson and she knew that Rumpelstiltskin had done some dealings with him. Belle could only hope that they had left on good terms and that the last interaction that they had was a good one. She slid off of the horse and smiled sweetly. The picture before her was so tender and loving. It was as if Regina had never entered his life. The smell of fresh meat cooking and the aura of peace relaxed her a bit. A gentle stream ran behind the house and it looked like Jefferson had everything that he could have ever wanted. She stopped infront of his old wooden door and debated on even bothering him. He had perhaps already found his happy ending, where hers had always been eluding her, but she needed him. She frowned starting at the oak lines in the door trying to contemplate whether she would hurt him by asking him to take her to Oz, or if he would understand. She closed her eyes for a moment and her hand knocked on the door without her permission. Well too late now. She gulped and stepped back for the moment as the door opened.
“Hi Jefferson, I need your help. You see I need to go to Oz so I can find the weakness of the Wicked Witch so I can save the world and Rumpelstiltskin.” She spat out in one hurried sentence. It was the only way she knew how to get the crazy out. The sound of shrieks overhead distracted her from her thoughts and Belle turned around to curse the creatures, “Are you kidding me? Flying monkeys?!” She screamed the words into the air drawing them to her. Without thought she backed up and ran into Jefferson. His body was unmoving and she was completely and utterly embarrassed.
Emma had told her this man had kidnapped her and Snow White and nearly killed them, and here he probably thought she was flirting with him. She apologized and removed her backside from him and walked into the clearing to meet the monkeys. Belle was not the same damsel in distress that he encountered in Storybrooke. Being involved with Mr. Gold had taught her that she needed to give in and learn some tricks herself. Her fingers danced in the sky as if she was drawing a rune. Belle cast a protection spell over Jefferson’s house in order to protect him and his daughter. The nasty creatures hovered above her. She rolled her eyes and cursed Zelena.
“Really? Lumiere was right. You really do underestimate me. You forget Wicked, I have read every book on you. I know the tricks.” She weaved a fireball from nothingness and burned the monkeys to a crisp. The not so damsel in distress returned to Jefferson and frowned, “I apologize about that… as you see wherever I go trouble seems to follow me. I am so sorry for wasting your time. I can see you finally have your happy ending. It is not my place to take it from you.” She paused and her crimson lips parted as if she was going to ask him something rather but the words never came, she changed the subject, “I wish you nothing but the best.”
Belle turned to head back to her horse and cursed herself along the way. She could not allow Jefferson to sacrifice his happy ending for her. She would never ask that from a man. He had been a tortured and lost soul because of Regina, and even though she now understood Regina’s pain that did not make her ruthless. She was not cruel. Her pulse began to rise as her heart broke and tainted a little more. The Fae blood that fought to control her darkness was now attacking her from the inside. She stopped in her tracks and raised a hand to her feverish forehead. Belle closed her eyes trying to make the world stop its unnecessary need for theatrics. She just wanted a simple life, and part of her envied Jefferson. He had been mad, and now it appeared she was going mad. The darkness came, and she welcomed it. Her slender body fell limp and the snow was her only relief from the fever that had consumed her. Her eyes slowly closed as her hand reached for Lumiere. She could not die yet. She had lost the two men she loved, but she had made a promise to Lumiere.
“I am sorry…” Her voice faintly said before disappearing. She passed out in the snow, in the fried monkey remains.
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