You're Not Her - A Rumbelle Fanfiction

You're Not Her

  The business man walked aimlessly around his store, examining each artifact as he went by, making sure everything was in perfect condition. The town as of recently hasn't been too trustful; thieves were becoming more and more common. At first he was boasting in confidence, finding it hard to believe anyone would even dream of robbing him. He was the most feared man in town, and no one would mess with him unless they had some sort of death wish. But of course, he's softened up since then. It was all thanks to his beautiful girlfriend, Belle. She always managed to bring out the better side of him, because she knew he wasn't only darkness. He became less threatening since her known arrival at Storybrooke, which most likely could've encouraged thieves. However, since then, things have of course changed. Belle was gone. There was only Lacey now. Lacey, the bartender with a drinking problem. Lacey, the rebel that brought out his darker side. Lacey, a woman with Belle's appearance, only lacking something- she lacked goodness in her eyes. He was so desperate to get her back, and instead was given Lacey. 

   His life felt as though it was crumbling down beforehand, before he was united with the bartender. He wasn't himself, not the him that Belle saw. He was a mess, and he knew it. At the time, he didn't care. He wanted to waste away, to give in to the darkness he tried so hard to avoid. But since Lacey came into his life, he's fallen into pitch black. Even he knew that, but he didn't have it in him go admit that to himself. As he was pacing his store, the familiar sound of the bell above the door rang. He looked up to see none other than his Lacey. She had a careless walk to her, as she wandered her way over to him. 

"So, Rumple. About what we talked about last," she began. 

"Yes?" he answered, retreating back to what was previously occupying him. 

"Who is it? The one that will be your undoing, I mean." 

He looked up, but only briefly. With a heavy sigh, he replied, "My grandson." 

"Should I assume that's why he isn't gone yet?"

 "Yes." 

"... What's holding you back?" 

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at her in disbelief. 

 "Did you not hear my answer?" he scoffed. 

"Yes I heard it, but still. What does that matter?"

 "Well, because he's family."

 "I thought you were dark. No, in fact, you told me you were even darker than people say." He suddenly began to feel irritated with her, Belle would've understood this instantly. 

"Well, perhaps you have me wrong."

 "So that's it then?"

 "I'm not going to just go and kill him, Lacey. He's family now. He's Bae's son."

 "So? Isn't your power important to you?" He paused for a moment; slightly baffled. She was right, power was important to him. However, something about this was still wrong. He looked in her eyes, not a single ounce of goodness was there. Not the goodness that Belle had in her eyes. This was not Belle. 

"You're not her," he mumbled. 

"What?" 

"You're not her!" He said with a loud tone. 

"Oh, don't tell me this is about Belle again! I don't know this.. This 'Belle' chick, and you need to get it through your head that I will never be her," she said, matching up to his tone. 

"Oh, trust me, I know that now dearie. Because you will NEVER amount to be anything like her!" he was now screaming at the top of his lungs. 

This set Lacey back, he could tell that she was unsure of what to say. Her facial expression told him that she was highly offended, and he gathered up that she wasn't sure why. She didn't know what Belle was like. This somehow angered him even more. 

"You're not her!" he said, still screaming. He took his cane and began swinging it around his store. He let it crash into everything in his way, trying to relieve himself of this anger stored up inside of him. Anger stored up since the beginning of Lacey. Anger from her not being Belle. 

"You are such a baby!" she tried yelling over the noise. 

He ignored her, refused to be bothered by her petty insults. "You're not her! You're not her! You're not her!" he said over and over again, still crashing into everything. 

A part of him even wanted to hit her, with all of his force. He raised his cane up at her, looking at her. She had a surprised look on her face, and that was when he lowered his cane back down. No matter how much of him wanted to hurt Lacey, he couldn't do it. Not when she reminds him so much of Belle. 

 ".... You're scaring me." she spoke faintly. 

He stopped and looked at her."Then leave." 

He looked away from her, unable to even glance at her. He didn't want to be reminded that this was not the woman he loved. She was taken back for a moment before beginning to walk out of the store. Although she looked down the entire duration of walking, she didn't hesitate walking into glass and other broken objects with her heels. She left the store, and as soon as he heard the door shut, he fell to his knees. Tears streamed down his face, for now he was more lost than ever. Light tears soon turned to loud sobbing as he yelled out the name of the person he needed there now more than anything, "Belle!"  

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AN: I wanted to write this because since Lacey came I wanted this to happen. I wanted there to be a scene where he got mad at her for not being who he really loved. Was really disappointed when they didn't do that, honestly.