As I take of my shirt, I hear a noise from downstairs. I don't bother to check it out. If someone's there, they'll come up eventually. And they do. While I'm in the bathroom, with only my red lace bra and panties on. And let me tell you, I am not one of those teenage girls with almost nothing to show off. Even in a bra my cleavage is incredible. Shit, they heard me braid my hair. Oh well, let them come in.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Who the hell are you? This is my house!"
I look at the woman with the sleek blonde hair, fierce green eyes and a leather jacket. She looks like she's ready for a fight, but that's not really my style. I prefer magic. It's so elegant, modest, and yet can cut through anything with the force of a blade. Two other figures appear behind the blonde. A fairly handsome and tall man, with a little scar on his chin. (She taught me to pay attention to details; they're often the most important in battle.) And a shorter woman, with a black pixie cut, slightly chubby, but there are fragments of skinny parts to her body, which tells us that she was skinnier when she was younger, and got fatter quickly. Answer: pregnancy.
"I'm not going to ask you again. Who are you?"
"My name is Emma Swan. And this is Snow White and Prince Charming. We are searching for the person who a few years ago leaded the rebellions against Hades. We need his help."
"Well, I'm not going to help you. And I'm sure she won't either. Goodbye."
I turn around and face the mirror. Charming looked at me inappropriately twice already. Sheesh, not even faithful to his wife. Is he even good for anything? Yes, I know them. And I do not like them, for multiple reasons. To be precise, 34 reasons. No time to name them all, the blonde is talking.
"So you know him, I mean her?"
I sigh. "Yes, so? Like I'd help Snow White and her farmer's husband. I have good reasons not to."
Charming started to open his mouth (God, he's not very fast is he?), but Snow interrupted him.
"What have we done to you? I don't even know you."
No, of course you don't. "You hurt a friend very close to me deeply, and I will never forgive you for that. Thanks to you she is either depressive or dead right now, and because of you I don't know, because I'm here, and not up there to comfort her."
I gesture towards the ceiling, meaning the upper world as Hades called it sometimes. Snow looks taken aback, and shuts her mouth. Then I hear someone else coming up the stairs. This energy, where have I felt this before… It feels so familiar… No, shit, stay focused. These people are getting on my nerves. I guess I'll work my magic on them then.
"You know, I really don't fancy people coming into my house uninvited." I look passionately at Charming, who stares back longingly. She taught me that the way to get everything you want is to work your feminine assets, even if it is rather primitive.
"Uhmm, well, ehm, we could just leave," Charming stutters. Snow looks at him with disbelief. Wait, wasn't there someone coming up the stairs? The blonde, Emma I believe, disappears behind the door. I hear her whispering and she returns. With someone.
Her…
I am so startled by this that I let my magic go, and Charming shakes his head to let the spell wear off. But I don't care. She's here. In front of me, after all these years. She looks as startled as I am, and lets her eyes go over my entire body. Does she still like it? It hasn't changed a lot. But she has.
"Gina?" I try to sound as strong and confident as before, but voice breaks and makes me sound like a saddened child. Damn emotions. She opens her mouth, but no sound leaves it. Gina, my own little vulnerable Gina. Evil Queen Regina, forever mine, she promised me.
"Leave us." I am awoken from my thoughts by her voice, which is still as deep as when…Regina looks at the idiots (They were just standing there with their mouths open, like some dumb ducks.) with fierce eyes, and the blonde began to get the 'happy' couple to leave.
"Thank you Emma," Regina says quietly, and Emma nods. They understand each other like that? They aren't…She wouldn't…Argh, focus! Regina turns back to me, and with a hand gesture, oh so elegant and smooth, she closes the bathroom door, and it glows with her perfect purple magic.
"Sound barrier," I say presuming.
"Yes. I taught you that." Regina looks at me with wonder filled eyes. She thought I would forget what she taught me? She steps forward, but then holds back, as if there's a wall of almost 40 years of separation between us.
"You're dead?" The sadness in her tone is unbearable. I can see her tear up, and, for a moment, I can see the little girl behind the mask. But then she realizes I'm looking at her and the mask reappears. It hurts to see her do that, still after this time. So in a moment of sorrow, I do the same. A face I have abandoned years ago, as it reminded me of my queen too much to bear.
The naughty, sexy girl, who could get any man and woman to adore her with her big green eyes, soft baby pink skin and silky brown hair. The huge boobs were a pro as well of course, the hipbones who were as sharp as her cheekbones, and those slender hands who could slip in anywhere. But I looked like that all the time of course. What did the trick was my charm, fused with ancient magic of seduction, about which she had a book. She thought it would be a good practice for me to try and seduce her own puppet man, or as I like to call him, the beast. It worked perfectly, and from that evening on I enhanced my powers in seduction, to a level even impossible for her to reach.
But she had her own magic. The fire, the roots, her incredible reflexes to catch even an arrow mid-air, and her delicious dark curse. I wasn't there when she cast it of course, but how she talked about it to me, her only wish, to cast that curse. And, so I've heard, she succeeded.
"Hmm, good question. Would you like me to be?" She looks away with a hint of disgust. She never liked my mask, my protection. And she can spot it like no other.
I giggle softly. "If you want to know, find it out."
She gazes blankly towards me, and then out of the blue and arrow is fired towards my head. I block it with a shield. Damn, she's fast. Well done, now she knows. You're really rusty. The corner of her mouth curls up, and there are twinkles in her eyes. She used to have them when we played games. I would hide and throw targets, and she would hit them every time, until she found where I was hiding. Or that time when the rivers went up too high, and the whole garden was flooded. We went and chased each other the whole day, and the maids showered us both three times before we were deemed clean.
"So you are alive. Then why the hell are you here? And how did you get here? And where were you? I -"
"Shhhh. Stop talking, please. Geesh, you're going to make me explode." I moan a little, and then a nice little idea popped up in my head. I was about to shower anyways. I grin at her, and slipped down my panties. She watches with lust-filled eyes, and with a whip of my hand my bra was loose and fell on the ground.
"Care to join me?" The most cliché pick-up line ever, but oh so appropriate for this moment. She shakes her head in disbelief, and sighs loudly and dramatic.
"Baby," She says softly. A gulf of dark blue smokes surrounds her, and she is shocked to find her clothes are gone, and looks at me with shame. Haha, you sure have changed Gina. But I haven't, and this is how it goes.
Her body is still the same as it was when I left. Well, left is maybe not the right word, but that's a different story. Her perfect waist, her long, slender but full legs and her dark hair surrounding her beautiful face. She sees my gaze and on instinct turns around. She still knows… My favourite part of the body is the back, the curve from the bottom all the way up to the shoulders, where soft skin forms these perfect rounding's. I'd always order her to turn around as I would let my hands feel every inch of her back. She loved it.
"You remembered."
She turns back around with watery eyes and a faint smile around her lips.
"Of course I do. I'll never forget you. Even as I moved on, not a day has passed without thinking about you, wanting to feel you touch."
I eye her all over once more, and then step in the shower to hide the tears streaming on my face. So she didn't forget me. She really loved, loves, me. I turn the shower on, and she steps in as well. I can feel the heat of her body in the cramped space, the magical fire blazing through her veins. It's only then that I realize my body must feel the same to her, as my magic flows thick and pulsing through my veins, as if my magic can feel my desire. Which it probably can, magic is alive, it lives on, it moves on its own. I have always believed that magic was a living being, and that we as magicians were merely hosts for them to direct their immense power through. I am startled by the deep voice I once was so familiar with.
"So if you're not dead, then why are you here?" She asks me again, more easily and less ramblingly. I take a deep breath, and decide that I should just tell her the truth. She'll get it out of me anyway.
"When we were attacked by Snow White and Prince Charming's army, …"
