New story! Yay! It will probably be my first and last SwanQueen fic. I'll see how it goes. This is an AU so be indulgent.
Enjoy! -xxx-
Sharp pain, suffering and then a sudden feeling of numbness. The cold had overtaken her body and she could not breathe properly. It was a strange feeling. Even though she felt like everything was dulled, she ached. She was shivering and yet was burning hot. She did not understand it.
It made her head dizzy and her father sick with worry.
The sickness had hit her a few days ago. Violent and strong, almost knocking her off her feet. She'd fainted in the halls of the castle, had been carried to her chambers by knights and upon her waking up she'd been face by an apothecary. She'd startled and screamed, but had soon fallen back into her pillows as her strength left her.
It had only gotten worst with time…
…and she knew that eventually she'd get tired of fighting it.
She grew scared as the days passed and yet she could not stop her heart from crying out to the people she would leave behind. And as the fever took over her body and made her mind delirious, she pleaded her father to let her go. To go back to ruling the kingdom, that it was too late and that there was nothing to be done.
He cried that night, because he knew as well as she did that this was the last of it.
And it was… She died that night.
The night of her twenty-first birthday she passed.
Henry cried out, screamed in anger and sorrow for hours. His wife by his side, with a wild gleam in her eyes and a small cruel smirk painted upon her lips.
Princess Regina was dead…
…Only to be reborn.
The only heir to the throne, now an immortal being.
How perfect it was a plan.
All engineered by the one mad woman standing idly by as her husband sobbed…
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Few hours later, the young woman gasped as she startled awake, her body instinctively jerking upwards for her to sit in the usual darkness of her rooms. She frantically looked around, her features mixed in panic and fright, but her heart still as it would be were she asleep or dead.
The darkness was lit up by the silver streams of moon light and it was wonderful. And for some reason everything felt as if it was even lovelier to her eyes. The shadows leaping and dancing across the room, the small noises now echoing in her skull and her eyes burning as the night shone like the day.
Once again she felt panic run through her.
And then something moved inside the room.
A figure.
Fast and stealthy.
Her mother.
"I see you're awake my dear." She said, her tone cold as always.
Cora took a seat next to her daughter in the bed.
"But… I was-" Regina stammered.
"Dying. Yes, but not really…" her mother replied. And the young woman could not help but look baffled. "You see, you are one of a kind darling. You are what I am and what you've always been. You are better than those puny pinklings, you are Upir. A predator."
And at those words the girl shivered.
"But the sickness… the doctor… Daddy…"
"Yes. You were dying, but you made the ultimate sacrifice and I was never worried. I knew you were powerful, dear. That you would be reborn." Cora said, smoothing a hand over her daughter's head and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You shall never be scared again. You shall never die. And shall be Queen of these lands."
And with that, Cora rose up and slowly made her way out of her only daughter's chambers, an echoing "sleep well dear," making its way to Regina.
Frightened more than ever, the girl recoiled back into the comfort of her bed and curled up, sobbing into her pillows never noticing the horrifyingly gore scene she was creating with her tears.
For it was now blood that came streaming down her tearful brown eyes.
This was horrible, and yet it was magnificent…
This is short, but it's because I don't really know where I'm headed with this. This one sets the mood and I'll see how people react to that before continuing.