This is a little one-shot I have written today while being bored, excuse the errors that you may find, it is not perfect. Hope you'll like it though.
Has darkness taken over me, consumed my mortal soul
All my virtues sacrificed, can Heaven be so cruel?
"The Truth Beneath The Rose" WITHIN TEMPTATION
The door of the mansion slams shut.
The young girl in the living room jumps out of her skin as she hears the loud noise. Miss Mills must be back, she thinks. She heads towards the front door opens her mouth to speak but there's no noise coming out from it. She stands there dumbfounded as she looks at the town's mayor ravaging a younger brunette with her lips.
She coughs and Regina's gaze snaps up in her direction.
The woman leaves the panting brunette on the side and sways her way to the baby-sitter, a small smile plastered on her crimson lips. She reaches for her purse, dandling on her left side and takes a hundred bucks out of her black leather wallet.
"Thank you Becca," the mayor says as she knows she gave the girl way too much for only three hours of watching Henry sleep, but she hopes it will keep her quiet. "I count on your discretion, dear." Her words are formed in a low tone that sends shivers down the teenager's spine. The girl nods and walks towards the entrance's wardrobe, she picks up her pink coat and grins at Regina before heading out of the house.
The brown eyed woman sighs, drops her purse on the living room's sofa and takes off her heels. She plans on checking on her son before going to sleep; however her plan changes when a small –smaller than the mayor herself- woman slips her head through the room's French doors.
She looks a bit unsteady on her feet and about to fall if she lets go of the doorframe she's tightly holding. Regina sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. I shouldn't have bought her so many drinks… The previously tired woman gets up and prowls over to the blue eyed woman, whose name she can't quite recall. Her eyes are dark with desire and her lips are craving the sweet taste of the vanilla scented brunette's skin. She walks into her conquest's personal space and grabs her tightly by the waist, her eyes darting into the other woman's soul.
Even without her heels Regina is considerably taller than the frail brunette caught in her arms.
"What shall I do with you, my dear…" she coos, her whiskey gaze's flashing towards her pink lips.
"…Lacey..." says the drunken brunette as she answers Regina's unspoken question. "You may do whatever pleases you; I'm too drunk to think straight…" she chuckles lightly.
Those words are enough consent for Regina to plaster her crimson lips upon Lacey's in a passionate and hungry kiss. Her hands slides up towards the younger woman's neck and Regina grabs a fistful of her auburn hair as she tilts the small woman's head up a bit to deepen their kiss considerably. Her tongue swirls around and she can taste the numerous appletinis mixed with the shots of tequila in the other woman's mouth. She ignores the taste as best as she can and tries to find a hurried rhythm with Lacey's dancing tongue. Once they are settled into the kiss, Regina's hands fall back into the small of her one-night lover's back, bringing her close to her, she walks backwards until she meets the wall and shifts trapping Lacey between the wall and her body. The young brunette's head jerks back slightly, gasping for air. Both of them open their eyes and the blue eyed woman can't help but have a suspicious frown on her face.
She's breathless, because of the mayor's passionate kiss, but the raven haired woman doesn't even seem to mind at all.
"You… you have quite the breath darling, don't you?" She says stumbling over her drunken words.
Regina laughs lightly. "You have no idea dear."
Her head sinks back on the small brunette's mouth, she nibbles at her lower lip and head towards her jawline, leaving small marks on her cheeks as she goes. Her hands pressed against the wall, her hips starts grinding on Lacey's and she leaves small red marks at the beginning of the woman's neck. She continues her little trail of passionate and wet kisses as she feels Lacey squirm under the touch of her lips. In the crook of the brunette's neck, Regina finds the throbbing vein of her jugular and starts biting and sucking it until the suction creates a small purplish icky. Lacey moans softly and her head tilts towards Regina's shoulder, hanging on it as if she was lifeless.
The only thing that reassures the mayor about her conquest's living state is the small caresses of her hands coming up her thighs and under the hem of her black pencil skirt.
She growls and Lacey can tell it comes from down within the taller woman's body.
"Maybe… It would be better to take this somewhere a bit more private." She says panting as her lips detaches from the woman's frail neck for an instant.
Lacey's blue eyes open halfway and she looks at Regina's profile as she nods her agreement. A half mouthed smirk forms on the smudged crimson painted lips. The mayor slides her hands down the surface of the wall until she finds the curves of the brown haired woman's ass and picks her up the floor. In an unconscious movement, Lacey's legs wrap around Regina's waist as her head remains on her shoulder. The strength and stamina of that woman… she thinks.
In an effortless jog, both of them are in the master bedroom of the immaculate mansion and the owner of the house is already putting her lover down on her bed, ready to prowl and attack her smooth skin as soon as the damned clothing covering her is gone. Her desire for the flesh of the small form beneath her grows inside her and tackles her guts, giving her a famished expression.
Her eyes are predatory and they glance at Lacey with a dark –quite terrifying- veil, but the young careless woman's drunken state doesn't give her the necessary tools to feel threatened. Instead, her hands starts undoing the buttons of Regina's red shirt revealing a black lace expensive bra underneath.
The heat in the pit of the raven haired woman's stomach grows bigger and she feels her control slips from her. She knows she's slipping, but she can't bring herself to stop this, it has been too long since last time and she needs it.
Quickly she rips Lacey's shirt off, with a single pull, and starts working on her bra, her mouth hovering her chest and laying soft kisses here and there. The moans and soft panting of her conquest, alongside with her squirming and her hands tugging Regina's hair hard, brings the mayor slowly over the edge.
She feels it coming, slowly. She hears the throbbing in her ears as she tries to concentrate on pleasuring her one-night stand, and slowly she slips, her rational mind giving in to a primal beast, ready to tear the woman beneath her apart…
She sucks harder on the smooth and now bare chest of the brunette, leaving deep bite marks –that almost draw blood- on every inches of her breast, as she heads down towards the frail woman's lower abdomen.
"Regina…" Lacey moans loudly and the taller woman has to give her a look reminding her that her son his sleeping at the end of the hallway. She gulps and nods apologetically.
The mayor continues her way down Lacey's figure, until she finds her path blocked by the top of the woman's jeans. With nimble fingers she unfastens the belt and pulls off the constricting piece of garment before going back to her kissing torture.
She kisses lightly the brunette's hip bones before heading south. A grin forms on her mouth as she feels the younger woman's arousal from miles away. She tears the cheap lace underwear off of Lacey's body and head towards the apex of her thighs, teasing her relentlessly by kissing her near the area she knows she is needed most.
The quivering body of the woman under her is satisfying her, it gives her pleasure just as much as if she was the one being teased mercilessly and she wants her so badly, she needs to feel what she tastes like.
The thought has been lurking in the corner of her mind during her whole evening at the bar and she knows she won't be able to repress her hunger for the small figure lying in her bed much longer. She just needs to bring her to the brink of insanity first. And with a few well-placed licks over Lacey's throbbing bundle of nerves she does just that.
Under Regina's touch she feels the brunette muscles clench and she knows she is close to achieving her goal, she is about to taste her fully, but she has to be careful if she comes it will be too late and everything will be ruined…
As her anticipation builds in her stomach, her eyes darken even more, leaving –it would seem- only two dark onyx pupil, devoid of any of the amber warmth they had earlier. Fortunately, as Regina's face is busy between Lacey's thighs and the smaller woman has her head tilted backwards, she doesn't notice.
Her groans grow more frequent, her sighs are longer and her moans louder.
Regina's mouth parts from her crotch and she growls in a few octaves lower than usual a low warning, telling her not to come just yet, and if Lacey's mind wasn't on the verge of a deep precipice she would have noticed the drop in her lover's voice…
Regina's breath grows harsher against the blue eyed woman's core and she parts from it as soon as she feels the change in herself.
As she feels her breathing becoming erratic, her mind being clouded by her instincts, her senses sharpening and her canine lengthening.
She fights with all her might, to repress her envies, her need, but the moans and the bucking hips of her defenseless prey under her break that will easily.
Only one sips… she tells herself. It will be alright, I can control it… she tries to convince herself, even though her previous experiences seem to tell otherwise.
And then she sinks in, giving up her resolutions, she bites down in the flesh of her victim right in her femoral artery and a loud scream escapes Lacey's throat. The blood pumps into her mouth and she doesn't even need to suck on it. She gulps and then retracts herself.
Her eyes are completely pitch black as they stare into the blues ones beneath her, she takes in the scent of fear and vanilla, and it arouses her. So long the only-one-sips decision…
She sinks to the woman's throat and bite down with all the pressure her jaw can produce. The blood flows in her mouth, on the sheets and Regina can feel that the wound in Lacey's thigh is bleeding on the knee she placed between her legs.
In panic, the young woman claws at her assailant's chest and tries to push her back, but it's far too late to make an escape now, not with the predators teeth in her throat. She squirms and fights, but Regina's strong jaw closes a little tighter on her windpipe and she loses her breath.
Her vision starts to fade and she sees black dots everywhere…
The mayor rips Lacey's throat open a bit more, she needs more of the sweet vanilla scented blood, and she doesn't feel the younger woman's life slipping away as she widens her wounds and drinks more and more.
It's only when there is no more blood to pump out of the lifeless body that she stops… She snaps her head back up and licks her lips, slowly, savoring every last bit of the sweet coppered nectar. Her pupils retract to the onyx beads they were before completely taking over her eyes and then return to two small dots in the center of honey-brown eyes. She smirks, she can't help it, it was so delicious and it had been so long since last time she had fed off of a live stock.
It was something she didn't have the pleasure to do anymore… not with Henry around anyway.
She sits back in her bed, legs crossed as her fangs take back their original dull form, as the fog that previously clouded her judgment lift and as she takes in the bloody scene in front of her…
She gets up, strolls in the adjacent washroom and takes in the looks of herself in the mirror. She is bloody, from head to toe –well almost-. Her hair already started to dry with patches of blood clutched into them, her hands are red and dripping, her lips are not only crimson because of her lipstick anymore, her red open blouse's collar is damped in a darker shade of red and small streaks of Lacey's blood drips down her chin and into her cleavage. The kill has been savage and brutal she notes. Poor Lacey's body must be ravaged and mutilated… she sighs.
It has been so long since her last kill and Regina can't help but feel guilty, she usually feeds off animals –which is not the best idea, since it's utterly disgusting and makes her feel sick- or off the blood she can find at the local hospital. Being the mayor of a small town as its perks, after all… She hadn't killed anyone since she adopted her little Henry and now the thoughts of him discovering the bloody scene that is her room awake a sickening feeling of panic in her gut. It spreads quickly through her whole body and she tries to get a hold of herself…
Swiftly, she grabs her cellphone and dials a number she now knows by heart, and waits for whoever might pick up to do so. She glances at her alarm clock; one-thirty AM.
As the phone rings, Regina starts pacing her room leaving bloody footprint on her beige carpet. Come on! Come on!
She freezes into place as soon as a groggy voice answers on the other side of the line.
"I fucked up! I fucked up…" she says simply as she waits for the person on the other side of the line to comprehend what she means. A low growl can be heard in the phone as an answer.
"Damn it, Ruby! Wake up!" she shrieks. "I need you to come and help me; I can't clean it all alone before Henry wakes up…"
A sleepy Ruby groans something that could be interpreted as a 'yes' before hanging up. Regina sighs, relieved as she walks towards the cooling body of what has been Lacey, she wraps the stained blanket around her and walks out the room to get some garbage bags.
As she walks down the hallway, she doesn't notice the sleepy figure standing in his bedroom's doorway. "Mom?" Henry says as he wipes away any remnants of sleep before taking in the bloody figure of his mother lit up by the moonlight. He screams –well more like a high pitched shriek- and runs into his room.
"Shit…" she mutters under her breath as she takes a turn and heads towards her son's bedroom.
I thought that there was not enough Regina the vampyre fictions, so here it his!
Just to clarify, when I say Lacey I mean Lacey not Belle, think of them as two separate persons with the same appearance. ^.^ I wouldn't kill Belle, she's too sweet.
~Plus if you are reading my other fictions, expect it to be a while before I update anything, I'm stuck in finals and need a lot of time to study and things so I won't be updating as much, but I promess to make it up by doing more one-shots like this one and similar stuff.
As always leave a review, a fav or anything you might deem appropriate. :)