The Hearts Supposed To Bleed
Chapter 1
The club was packed full of people on the dance floor, the lighting was dim only illuminating the stage she could not fully see yet. She pushed her way through the crowd trying to get a better view of the stage, her hand holding his tightly to not lose her best friend. People kept running into her, and pushing her further back in the crowd.
"August," Emma called out. "I can't see." They were already late for the show, and had just made it to see the last band.
August sighed, and moved ahead of her. He parted the crowd, leading her to the very front directly in front of the stage. She smiled at him.
"Thanks! And thanks for taking me out tonight!" She yelled over the crowd.
"No problem! You needed it!" He told her. She nodded, and looked over to the stage as the rest of the lights lite up.
The crowd roared as the woman with dark brown short hair stepped into the center of the stage. She wore a black military like blazer with a forest green scarf around her neck. Her pants were leather that were almost absurdly to tight. It was somewhat difficult to tell where her tall boots began. The boots were stilettos and laced up to the bottom of her knee. Their were gold chains dangling from the few buckles they had.
Her face is what caught Emma's attention the most. It was cold and ruthless, she was able to tell this woman wasn't someone you wanted to double cross. But at the same time Emma could see through this exterior, and found a woman with hopes and dreams all of which seemed to be far out of reach.
Emma was snapped out of this trans when the music began playing. It was loud and it only pumped up the crowd more. The woman began singing and it was like nothing she had ever heard. Her voice was low and soothing, just enough rasp to catch someone's, or everyone's, attention. The stage was hers and everyone watching was just lucky to watch this talent. There was emotion in her voice, choking every word. Singing was this woman's life, and anyone was foolish to try and stop her or keep her from it.
She tilted her head, deciding not to think about it to much and just enjoy herself. This was her night out with August, a rare occurrence due to her foster parents and their strong hate for him. She deserved this night, and didn't want to spend it thinking about this woman.
After the show had finished, Emma and August went with a few members in one of the others band to a party. August assured Emma it would be okay, that he knew and was friends with most of these people, and Emma trusted him. The house belonged to Gold, the Manager of most the bands that played. Everything in his house was old and pawned. Emma wouldn't lie that she found it kind of creepy, but was to engulfed by her surroundings to much let it bother her.
They were talking about the show with a group of moderately drunk people. She tried not to laugh at the drunken fools around her. The party had just started an hour ago and could only imagine how these people would be by nights end.
August had wondered off, talking to Blue (the violinist that played the first set up they missed) who names fit her bright blue head of hair. And she was alone with people she didn't know. She tried to separate herself, but was pulled back in by the group.
She looked over, and saw the woman that had performed walk to the front door.
"Who is that?," Emma asked the group she was talking to, and pointed to her.
"That's Regina," Ruby said, with a popped eyebrow. She flipped her dark brown hair with red streaks over her shoulder, and looked over to the door where Regina walked out."She is best left alone."
"Why?" She wondered.
"Her band is called The Evil Queen for a reason," Mary-Margret explained. The girl had long brown hair, and was around 15. Emma had recongized her from school, but had never spoken with her until tonight. The rest of the people at this party seemed to be in college. Mary almost seemed disgusted to be talking about the woman. She was the only other one in the group that was sober. "She's as evil as the name, and as cold as stone."
Emma felt she couldn't believe it, not completely. "I'll make up my views of her," she said. Walking away she moved outside. She wouldn't judge someone based off someone's conclusion of her.
She found Regina sitting on the fence, with a cigarette in her mouth. She was looking off into the distance. The moon shined on her face just right almost making her angelic. She took a long drag from her cigarette.
"Not in a festive mood," Emma asked. Regina looked over to her, and brought her eyes in.
"No one seems to notice my absence," Regina answered.
"I did," Emma said. Regina sighed, and filched her cigarette.
"Can I help you?" She asked, rudely. Not understanding why the girl would notice her leaving.
"You have another," Emma asked, wanting a way in to a conversation with her. Regina lifted her eyebrow, and tossed her pack to Emma. "Thanks."
"Why are you really out here? Mary get you to spy on me?" She wondered. No one just talked to her casually, why would this be any different. Especially sense she had seen her being chipper inside with her worst enemy.
"No," Emma said. She placed a cigarette in her mouth, and lite it. "Just heard a lot about you, and I wanted to make my own determination."
"What's their to know?" Regina asked.
"Well, why does everyone think your heartless?"
"Cause I'm a bitch," she answered. "I don't take shit..."
"Oh," Emma said. "Neither do I."
"That and Mary-Marget thinks I killed her father," she continued.
"Oh," she repeated but more emphasized. Regina chuckled slightly.
"You can leave now, just like everyone else," she insisted.
"No," Emma said, shaking her head. "I'm not them, and I'm not like them."
Regina squinted her eyes, and took another hit. "Why are you interested in me?"
Emma shrugged. "I don't know. I just am... You looks like you have a story,"
"Doesn't everyone?" She tested. She tried to sound annoyed, but she she felt good to have someone interested her.
"True."
"I don't talk about myself," Regina said.
"Why?"
"Why would I?"
"Because then all that anyone knows about you is what other people know and see. It's all rumor, and not who you really are."
"What if I don't want these people to know who I am? These people are really nothing to me, they aren't who I care about," she explained.
"Then why are you here?"
"Media," she answered simply. She took one last hit of her cigarette, and dropped it to the ground below. "And now that I've been here, I can go." She began walking away.
"Your going to leave without saying goodbye?" Emma called out.
"Who would miss me?" Regina tested.
"I will," Emma answered. For the first time tonight Regina smiled, and it was genuine. Not only did had she noticed her leaving the party but was sad to see her leaving and would miss her.
"Goodnight, Ms-?" She trailed off realizing she hadn't caught the blondes name.
"Swan," Emma answered.
"Goodnight Ms, Swan," she finished, and began walking away.
"Wait, will I see you again?" Emma asked, she wanted to talk to this woman more. She was fascinated.
Regina turned around as she unlocked her car, and glanced back towards Emma. "If you want to see me, find me!" She yelled then got In Her car.
Emma stood on the porch dumbfounded. How was she supposed to know where to find her, other than here. And seeing her again this way seemed unlikely due to the fact that it was August who brought her here. Though there weren't many studios in this small city, she wondered if she could find her there, but there were enough to not know which one.
Why did she want to know? Why did she care? She didn't normally care to get close to people. She distanced herself. Even with August, he didn't know her. Not really. After Neal, she didn't trust anyone. Yet she wanted to trust Regina, she want to know her flaws and dreams. She wanted to be with her.
"Emma?" Mary-Margaret asked walking out onto the porch.
"Huh?" Emma asked facing her.
"You alright?"
"I'm fine just thinking," she answered.
"You smoke?"
"Uh, occasionally," she said, and took a hit. She threw the barely smoked cigarette on the ground and walked back into the party. She mingled with the people Regina hated, that she found herself being able to be along with. She also found, after much weeding Regina into conversation, that Regina use to be good and kind but somehow she turned into what they called a "mega bitch". Everyone was afraid of her, but Mary and her boyfriend David (which everyone seemed to follow every word either of them said). She also found out Regina's family was part of the mob, and was not to be double crossed. Thankfully right before she left she found out from Blue where Regina's studio was.
Regina found herself smiling foolishly on her drive home. It truly was foolish too. This girl, whom she didn't even know, gave her fear but glee at the same time. She shouldn't let this girl in, but she wanted to. It was dangerous, but wasn't her life?
Someone cared what she had to say. She didn't pretend to listen, and she wasn't afraid of her. For once in a long time, she met someone real.
She parked her car in the parking garage, and stepped out. She tossed her keys to the butler, who was waiting for her arrival home. She nodded to him slightly and tried to look at him, but, like always, he averted her gaze. She huffed, knowing her world of people living in fear of her.
She walked past her to him to her door. She opened the door to her home and found her son in the arms of his nanny. She smiled as she moved to over to him.
"Hey there," she said. The nanny looked over to her with confusion.
"You seem happy?" She asked. Regina smirked.
"My night didn't go as bad as I thought it would." She reached out and picked up Henry from her arms. "How's my big boy?"
"Mama," the tired boy barely got out. She pulled him close into a hug. His two year old arms clung to his mother tightly.
"What happened?" The nanny asked.
"I met someone," Regina answered. Even though it was an absurdly hopeless and irrational for her to think the woman would be interested in her. And she wasn't even attracted to woman, yet her she was. She briefly wondered how old the blonde was. "You can get some sleep," she said, touching the nanny arm.
She was always kinder to the nanny, Rose, because Rose had helped raise her and had a soft side for the woman. This woman was the only person who didn't see her as wicked but as a hurt being. She didn't like Regina's choices but she understood.
Rose walked to her room, and Regina walked her sleepy son to his room. She knew he waited for her to get home before going to sleep. He was falling asleep in her arm, his head rested against her chest. She smiled at him, and hummed softly. She placed him in his bed, and kissed his forehead.
"Sing mama," he asked her, grabbing her hand. She smiled, knowing she would.
She began singing the lullaby she made when she found out she was having a little boy and it always made Henry fall asleep. It was a song about her little prince and how he was her everything. He tried to stay awake to listen to the full song, but began drifting away during the first verse. His little hand went slack, and breathing got heavier as he fell asleep. She let go of his hand and walked to her bedroom.