Hello guys! New Story! I have recently read the Ruby Red trilogy by Kerstin Gier and I just had to write something! I guess some of you know the books, so you will recognize certain things in this story… I do not own the characters or the storyline. But I have to tell you that there will be plot twists and differences from Ruby Red. Don't expect everything to be the same! Anyway, I hope you like it! I will probably upload the next chapter next Sunday, before the premiere! Enjoy!
Emma knew that something was wrong the moment she got into that apartment. Her gut was saying "turn around and leave", but she was always sort of a challenge girl. A rebel. As soon as something was crossing her mind, she had to do it. Otherwise, she would never forgive herself.
She stepped in a room, which was, without a doubt, his bedroom. She touched the sheets and imagined her father, who she had met recently, only two months ago, sleeping, with his beloved dog, Jack, on his lap. Tears started streaming down her face, tears she could no longer keep inside.
When she finally felt better, Emma took a closer look at the room. On the wall, there were lots of paintings, a thing that didn't really make sense, because David, as far as she knew, was not an art fan. There was a sword fight in one painting, a couple dancing in an old-time ball in another one, even some kind of a carriage. They looked more like actual photos than paintings, but Emma didn't really notice that. At least not that day.
As she was moving to the next room, she felt her stomache turning upside down. She had to grab the kitchen's counter, which was a bit closer than she had expected, so that she wouldn't fall down. "I haven't eaten anything all day. That's all.", she told herself. She got further into the kitchen and opened a cupboard. There were cookies inside, but it felt odd, eating into his kitchen while he was gone. "This house is mine now", she reminded herself. Her father had left her his house on is will. She was surprised but happy as well. He had proven to her that he cared for her as much she cared for him. She just didn't really like this way of proving.
Finally, she decided that she didn't really want to feel this pain, or whatever it was, in her stomach again, so she ate nearly ten cookies. "I'm better now.", she thought. The kitchen was different than the bedroom. Obviously. She liked it. It reminded her of David. Dad. He might haven't been an art fan, but he loved cooking. He was a chef. Not a real one, who worked, but a really good one. His spaghetti was her favorite. Emma hasn't really been good at cooking, despite her 24 years and her mum's effort. Her mother, Mary Margaret, was always cooking at home.
Mary Margaret had always been there for her, since the beginning. She helped her at school, in college, when she broke up with Neal... Neal was a part of her life she wanted to forget. She had given birth to a little boy six years ago, and she had given him for adoption. She knew she couldn't give him the love he deserved. She knew she had made the right decision. But Emma wondered now... "What if he had met his grandfather?"
The next room she visited was the living room. "This will be my favorite.", she immediately thought. There was a green couch, which looked more than comfortable, and a tea table, but these were not what made her love that room as soon as she laid eyes on it. The familiar feeling in her heart was. It felt like that room was David's reflection. Photos were hanging on the walls, from the beginning of his life... till the end of it. David as a baby, David as a naughty toddler, as a cute little boy, as a teenager, as a groom with a young woman she recognised as her mother. Everything. Tears were again trying to find their way out, but the familiar feeling in her stomach stopped them. "What the hell?", she thought. It was the feeling you have on the roller coaster. On the fastest part.
Suddenly, she heard music coming from somewhere in the apartment. It had two floors, so it was a double apartment or whatever it was called. She ran upstairs and came closer to the sound, afraid that someone had got inside, when the fuzzy feeling came back, more intense than the other two times. Emma felt like flying for two seconds and then she fell down with a loud bump.
When she managed to stand up, she realised that she was still in the same place, but it looked darker than before. There were candles burning on the walls and the decoration was... old-fashioned. She kept walking in the hallway when she heard voices coming from behind her. She ran and tried to hide behind a curtain. Luckily, she managed to do so by the time a woman and a man reached the door and got in. They were yelling at each other. "A love fight. Perfect.", she thought.
"Wait! I can explain!", he was telling her.
The girl had her back turned to Emma, so she couldn't see her face. They were both wearing old-fashioned clothes and wigs, it looked like a masquerade ball. He had also a... hook where his left hand should have been. His eyes were really blue. And really pretty. Was she dreaming?
"I don't care! You can go back to Regina and George, your friends, and leave me here!"
Before Emma could realise who was the owner of the girl's voice, she turned around. Emma found herself looking into her own eyes. The girl looked so much like herself! There couldn't be such similarity! She hid behind the curtain again but these three seconds were enough.
"Who's there?", the man asked.
"No one!", Emma's twin responded, but he was already coming towards her.
And then the girl with the beautiful dress did something that surprissed Emma more than anything else in that weird hallucination. A squeal nearly escaped her lips, when her twin kissed the guy with the hook. He was surprised at first, but then he kissed her back passionately. She realised that she was kissing him to prevent him from seeing her. But why? All she knew was that her twin must have really loved this guy. You could see it in the way she was kissing him. Emma didn't have time to think about it, because the roller coaster feeling returned and she landed in front of someone.
She opened her eyes and she froze. The pretty blue eyes were locked to hers. He was right in front of her, and she had to admit he was even more beautiful without the wig. And those colorful clothes.
"It's about bloody time!", he said with a wide grin.
"What the hell is going on here?", she asked.
"Hello to you too, lass. Sit. I may answer to all of your questions."
"You'd better.", she responded.
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