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“Gah, waiting is so boring.” Rumpel complained in a bored tone. “You have nothing here to keep me entertained, gypsy. Since when does one of your kind turn into something so boring?” The gypsy across from him turned her head away in an act of showing that she was not listening to him. Rumpel wanted to strangle her, but he needed her alive. Instead he jumped off the table and started to stroll around the kitchen, picking up random things and examining them.

“How is your son, Esmeralda?” He asked, picking up a random spice. A smile grew on his face as he glanced at her. A small tear rolled down her face, and Rumpel laughed gleefully. “Thats right! You never get to see him anymore!” He walked over to her and pushed her hair away from her neck in a gesture that was almost lover-like. “Do you remember the price of protecting your malformed child?” The gypsy looked at him with a cold expression then spit in his face. Rumpel laughed as she stood up straight and wiped away the saliva from his face. “I see you do indeed!” He said gleefully. 

“What did you get from the deal, you deamon?” Esmeralda spat. 

Rumpel shrugged and waved a hand in the air. “More than you know, dearie!” He got suddenly quiet and held a finger over his lips. “Our guest is almost here, gypsy. Time for you to be quiet.” He waved a hand at her and instantly she was quiet. She tried to yell and warn Belle as the door creaked open, but no sound would come out.

Rumpel jumped back up on the table to wait, a smile on his face that just would not go away. As soon as the thief was fully in the house, Rumpel cast a spell that locked every door and every window. She was not getting away this time. “Oh look, my dearest. Our guest has finally arrived!” He held out his hand in gesture to the young girl who just walked in. Then his eyes truly landed on her, and took her all in.

“My, my, what a beautiful thing you are! No wonder you get away with so much.” Rumpel jumped off the table just as she was backing away towards the door. “Now, come my frightened friend, there is no need to run!” He leaned in close to her ear. “Not that you can.” He laughed and walked away from her, once again taking his time to stroll around the kitchen. 

“Let me guess, you are here visiting your dear friend? No, of course not! A master thief like you would never have the time to visit a long lost friend.” He grabbed a kettle and filled it with water before placing it over the fire. “You stole something for her.” He said turning back to his two female guests. “Let’s see what it is, shall we?” He twirled his hand in the air, chanting under his breath. Within seconds, the figurine of a goat rested in the palm of his hand. Instantly, his smile dropped and the cold look that replaced it was much scarier than the smile.

“I should kill you for this, gypsy filth!” He hissed angrily. The gypsy squirmed in her chair, and tried to speak but still no sound came out. “You are nothing but a worm under my foot! It is only my mercy that keeps you alive!” He said as he walked up towards her and tilted her chair back. “How dare you do this.” He whispered. His hand closed around the figure, then when he opened his hand it was gone and he let the gypsy drop back to all four legs on floor.

“As for you, thief. What am I going to do with you? I am done with the trouble you cause me.” He crossed his arms. “Perhaps I should make you obedient to that buffoon. What was his name? Right! Gaston. He would love to have you as a good little housewife.” He walked towards her. “Or maybe I should keep you closer than that, make sure you never continue this business personally.”