"Emma, this isn't you!" You said firmly as you stood in my new home. "This is who I am and who I've always been. It's not my fault that you were too blind to see it!" I snapped.
"I know who you are, Emma. You're the woman who came into my life the moment you brought Henry to me, who broke my curse, and the one who helped everyone see that I'm no longer the Evil Queen." I saw this look in your eyes that was a mix of anger and sadness.
You hesitated at first, but then moved close enough to me that our lips were close enough to touch. I stood my ground and wasn't going to allow you to seduce me with your words.
"The one who you described is dead and she won't ever come back. I know that you'll never be anybody's Savior! This town is nothing without me and everybody knows it."
"You're making this situation very hard on Henry. He loves you, but I won't let you near my son when you're like this. My mother dabbled in dark magic and you saw what happened to her. You're becoming exactly what you hate!"
Those last words cut into me like a knife, but it was a fleeting moment of pain. "Get the hell out of here before I show you what dark magic can really do." I said coldly with venom dripping from every word.
"I'm not leaving until you admit that this isn't who you are."
You were the perfect match for me and you were a big part of why I've settled down in Storybrooke and called it my home.
"If I've to drag you out of here myself, then I won't hesitate to do so."
In that moment, I was at war with myself over what to do with you. I wanted to use my dark magic to throw you out and make you land on the pavement the same way you did with me when we fought over Henry outside of your house. My other option was to give into what I've been wanting to do to you the moment I laid eyes on you on my first night of Storybrooke.
"You're going to challenge a former Evil Queen? You think that you can use that empty threat of yours to make me leave? You say you know who you are, but trust me dear, I know you like the back of my hand. The Emma I've built a relationship with is still inside of you and I'll be damned if I allow you to smother her light out!"
I felt your hands push against my chest and magic flowed through your fingertips. I was propelled backwards and hit my back against the wall. It wasn't hard enough to be painful, but enough to knock the air from my lungs.
I recovered in no time and used my own magic to slowly cut off your air supply while you levitated off the ground. It would be swift and painless if I chose to end your life, but I didn't want Henry to hate me the way he had hated you in the past.
I wanted you to suffer for what you'd done to me in Camelot.
I released you and saw you crumple to the ground gasping and looking at me with your fiery gaze. "That, your majesty, is more like it!" I loved the power flowing through my body and the look in your eyes.
You were now standing up and kept your eyes locked on mine. You had ignited the flames that were in your hands, but then were extinguished. "I'm not going to fight you because it'll hurt Hénry." I growled, "Henry belongs with me and nobody else. He is my son and I won't have you take him from me."
I moved faster than your eyes could focus and had maneuvered your body so that your back was now pressed up against the wall that you threw me at. I used my body to keep you in place and felt the heat radiating from your body.
"You listen to me very carefully, your majesty. You better give up while you're ahead because you won't win against me." I whispered in your ear as I licked your cheek and felt you shiver underneath me. The faint scent of apples was intoxicating and I wanted to keep you like this for as long as I could.
With a flick of my fingers, I put the leather band around your wrist and smiled. "I'm going to have so much fun with you now that you can't hide behind your magic."