Dark Secrets, Burning Lies

Chapter 1

Disclaimers::: I do not own OUAT or its characters. This story will be slightly different from the others I have written. This will be an eventual swanqueen pairing. There will be more Rumple in this one and some Belle. Maleficent and Lily as well as Regina. This time, the parentage of Emma is Rumplestiltskin and Maleficent. I know the pairing for them is not ideal. And they are not friends. I myself cannot imagine this happening either, but this is based on a twisted idea I had so please bear with me. Rumple is one twisted imp with his own twisted plans and agendas. But the imp loves Belle. There will be no Neal/Baelfire in this story. Henry will be born, but his father will not be Neal either. Henry's birth will not happen until later. I'm not going to give away the plot ideas and such, so please take a chance. Maybe you'll like this story. Maybe it will surprise you. Just remember power is the imp's endgame. That's the reasoning behind his madness and plotting and selfishness. Let's see where this takes him and what kinds of trouble he will get in once Emma finds out the truth about him… So without the risk of giving anything away… Let's get on with the story…

Emma woke up again in the middle of the night to the sounds of her father's rage. He usually did this on a nightly basis. Emma was used to it. He was a very angry man. Powerful yes, he was after all, the Dark One. Only one thing pushed him to this kind of a rage. He missed Belle. She was the only one who could keep him centered, grounded. He loved her. Emma had grown up hearing all about Belle and all the reasons why her father loved her. Emma figured if she had someone she loved as much as he did, she would go to the ends of the earth to find her loved one. That was exactly what her father was doing. It was something he did everyday for as long as she could remember. He would wake up in the morning, make sure she had something to eat and then as soon as she left to get her training, he would look for Belle. He had hired tutors to train Emma in everything from literature, to math, to histories, to learning different languages, to learning arts of fighting and the arts of all forms of magic and healing. He had wanted his daughter to be prepared for what life would throw her way. And when he took breaks from searching for Belle, he would train her when he could. If there was one thing he took pride in, it was Emma. She was his pride and joy. She was the best fighter he had ever seen, the best at everything. She was the strongest and had the most powerful magic inside her. He actually took such evil glee at this knowledge. He had kept the most vital information of who Emma's mother really was from her. He had allowed Emma to believe Belle was her mother. But he knew better. He'd planned it that way. There was no way he would allow Emma to learn the identity of her real mother. Not when he had that to his advantage. He had wanted to create a child that was like no other. Emma was the daughter of the dark one. She had his darkness inside her. But there was more to her than anyone realized. But tonight… Rumplestiltskin was in one of his raging moods. She moved and put on her robe as she went to calm her father down as best as she could. She found him trashing their furniture and destroying things. "Father? Calm down!" She moved and used her powers to stop him from hurting himself even more. He liked to do that to make himself feel more alive.

Rumple panted heavily, sweat poured down his face as he had a scowl on his face. Emma moved and touched his cheek, calming him down instantly. He crumbled and fell to the floor, his energy spent. He then looked at his daughter. "I g-got this… A messenger b-brought this to me…" He held out the item to her. "It belonged to Belle… I thought it was lost forever…" He held out the item and Emma's eyes widened. He had told her about this so many times. It was ingrained in her memories. It was Belle's chipped cup. Suddenly, Emma was no longer tired. Her father was completely exhausted and could not think clearly. He was a mess right now. Emma knew just how she was going to help her father. He had trained her well and she was going to find her mother and rescue her. She would get Belle home to him if it was the last thing she would do. She then noticed her father had fallen asleep clutching a sand dollar. She took it out of his hand and took a look at it, moving to another room after she put a blanket over her father's sleeping form. She then decided to use her magic to find out what the items would reveal to her. Soon, the images came to her and she could see that Belle was being held prisoner at Maleficent's castle. Emma's lips became tight as she felt fury come over her. She put the items back in a safe place and then prepared to find her mother. She got her horse, Drake ready. He was a mighty fine stallion that she had tamed herself. She'd armed herself even though she didn't really need to. She just liked to do it for show. Soon, horse and rider were on their way to Maleficent's castle. Emma had wanted to get a good head start so they could reach their destination early enough to surprise them. At least, that was what she had hoped to accomplish. A few hours later, just as the sky was starting to grow lighter, she had arrived at the castle. She noticed it was dark and seemed like no one was home. But she knew better. She had sensed darkness in this place. Someone or something was definitely there. She sniffed the air, smelling wood burning in a fireplace. Ahh someone was home. She moved slowly inside, not making a sound. She took in her surroundings, noticing that the pictures hanging on the walls were grand, the curtains were thick and made of the finest fabrics. Emma could see clearly around her. Humans would not be able to see that good in the dark. Emma had always thought it was normal to be able to see in the dark. She heard voices ahead of her and stopped. She listened carefully, noticing there were two women talking and laughing. She then heard a third voice pleading for them to stop. Her mother perhaps? That thought alone was enough to spur her forward. She moved faster, still not making a sound. The voices sounded clearer. Tauntingly. Emma clenched her fists with fury. But she remained calm enough until she found them in a room. She saw the woman Belle in chains as the brunette taunted her. "Look here Belle…" She laughed evilly. Emma gaped in surprise at the woman. She couldn't believe how beautiful she was. For a moment, she almost forgot why she was there in the first place. She didn't even notice that her cover had been blown and the other woman was staring at her.

"Darling, we have company." The blonde woman spoke. Both women turned to look at Emma who was staring with her mouth gaping open. Emma shook her head and closed her mouth, finally remembering why she was there.

"Let Belle go." Emma spoke.

"And why should we?" The brunette purred. She smiled sensually at Emma.

Emma smiled darkly. "Because I said so."

Maleficent tilted her head, eying Emma with interest. "And if we don't do as you say, what will you do darling?" Blue-green eyes looked into Emma's own blue-green eyes. Interesting.

Emma chuckled darkly. "Do you really wanna find out? Let Belle go…"

Maleficent used her power of speed to get into Emma's face. But the younger blonde did not flinch. Instead, her smile got even darker if that were possible. Her eyes began to glow.

Regina gasped when she saw this. It was very unexpected.

Emma laughed, misunderstanding the look of shock and confusion on Maleficent's face. "Let my mother Belle go."

Belle gasped in surprise when Emma said this. "But… I'm not…"

Regina laughed. "What makes you think Belle is your mother dear?"

Emma scoffed. "Because my father said so?"

Regina smiled that wicked smile. "Rumplestiltskin is your father correct?"

Emma nodded.

"Well then my dear, he lied to you. Belle is not your mother." Regina replied.

Emma was starting to get angry. "What the hell are you talking about? Why would my father lie to me?" She waved her hand and suddenly Belle was free. Both women were surprised that Emma wielded that kind of power.

Maleficent spoke up then. "Do you know why we held Belle hostage? Your father took something from us. When he refused to give them back, we took her."

Emma's eyes glowed with rage. "Do not try to turn me against my father with your lies!"

Regina gasped again as she looked over at Maleficent to see if she saw it this time. She had. Maleficent's chin trembled. Could it be?

Regina had to ask her. "Can your father shapeshift?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "What does that have to do with Belle and why you kidnapped her?" She looked at Belle. "Leave. Go home. My father needs you."

"But I don't know where…" Belle started. Emma was impatient so she waved her hand and Belle disappeared.

Regina rolled her eyes, great. "Just answer my question."

Emma stared at her and shrugged. "Yeah he can. So what? Why does that matter to you?"

Maleficent moved closer to Emma. "Because it means your father stole you from me just like your sister was stolen from me. Belle was never your mother. I am. You just saw her. She looks nothing like you."

"And she has no magic. You on the other hand do." Regina murmured. Your father may be the dark one, and you have this darkness inside you. But you also have Maleficent's inside you. And you're a dragon like she is. Why would your father want you to believe that Belle is your mother? Unless…"

Maleficent finished her train of thought. "Unless he doesn't want you to know what you are capable of."

Emma shook her head, not wanting to believe that her father had lied to her about this. She didn't want to believe any of this. Because it would mean her entire life had been based in lies. Her anger, her rage was clouding her judgement. Why would her father have a reason to lie to her in the first place? Why would they have kept Belle away from her father all these years? Why would her father keep her sister away from her? Did he even know about her? She looked at Maleficent again, this time searching for more answers. She'd the same eyes. Same blonde hair. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. The same nose. The same chin. She looked at her hands. Hell, they even had the same hands. She focused on Maleficent and realized she had been telling the truth.

Regina smiled knowingly as she watched how Emma scrutinized over Maleficent. She had seen the emotions running through her and she had quite a range of them.

Maleficent watched her daughter, seeing the emotions in her eyes. She saw how Emma was realizing the truth now. Maleficent wanted so much to take Emma into her arms.

"You said my father was a shapeshifter… Is that how you knew?" Emma asked.

Maleficent sighed. "When your father and I met… I did not know he was Rumplestiltskin at first because he was in dragon form. I knew he was more than a dragon. He was very secretive. It was like he had planned the whole thing. He had basically dulled my senses so he could have his way with me. I felt like I Had been drugged. Next thing I knew, I was pregnant with twins. You and Lily. When I Gave birth, Snow White stole Lily and your father showed up and took you from me. He gloated about it and told me that you were all he needed. That I Had done a good job. I was so mad! He dismissed me and treated me like I was just some vessel to give birth to you so he could take you from me. I lost both babies that day and I hated him for what he did. I vowed then to have my revenge. I took Belle from him with Regina's help."

Regina nodded. "Your father interfered in my life, making my life hell. So I was willing to do anything to help your mother bring your father down. In exchange, she would help me to bring Snow White and Prince Charming down."

Emma was reeling from what they had revealed to her. For So long, she had seen her father in a different light. But after what they had shared with her, it was clear that she did not know her father at all. She had loved her father, but now that feeling was gone, replaced with betrayal and deep unadulterated hatred. White hot fury bubbled inside of her as she realized something else. "He raped you."