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Hello my lovelies! Alas, it's Swan Queen Week again and I'm back! This time around I'm doing vampires (seeing as they're my favourite kind of thing to write about and who doesn't love vampire Swan Queen?) and I thought how about I do every day in the same universe? So, here we are. If you pay close attention to the dates at the start of each update you shouldn't have too much trouble following each day (really it's just a bunch of different moments in their lives out into one fic/place). Anyway, have fun and I will see you for day 2 tomorrow! :D

August 2015, Hells Kitchen, New York / Day 1: Lust

The air had a slight tinge of coldness to it as she free-ran her way up to a ledge and across another building roof. The weather was starting to get colder, especially here in the city, and she was glad that she'd chosen to wear a jacket before coming out this evening, not that it mattered much to her anyway. She was on the hunt, not for something but someone. She hadn't believed it at first but she had sensed it, that underlying familiarity. She'd sensed her coming back as if she were on high alert, as if all of her senses had been super fine tuned to tell her when she had come back to the city. It had been months since she'd last seen her, the other woman having left when things looked as if they were about to get tense. She couldn't blame her though, sometimes she wished she too could leave, have the freedom she had and felt, but the simple matter of the fact was that she couldn't. Even being as old as she was she was still ruled by her mother, kept under a hawks eye with her every movement and moment being watched and scrutinized. That's probably why she liked the blonde so much. She was a rebellious creature, one that didn't belong to a house or specific family, no ties to hold her back, going wherever she pleased without caring what they thought. It was a feeling she hadn't felt for anybody else, vampire or human, and she wasn't afraid to admit that she liked it when she let it consume her. It was a raw need, the same one that was driving her now, pushing her effortlessly as she made her way over countless rooftops as she followed her unique scent. It called to her like the blood she drank, a sirens call that she knew she'd never be rid of, physically or mentally, and she was getting closer to it by the second.

She couldn't help it when her fangs protracted with a defined audible click as she cleared another ledge, the smell of the other woman getting stronger in her nostrils the closer she got to the source. She needed her and she needed her now.

Landing on another rooftop she came to a stop, her whole body seizing up as she saw the figure she'd been searching for perched on the corner of the ledge like an assassin waiting to strike their target. Even with a hood up she didn't need to see her face to know it was her, she just knew. She quickly regained her composure though, the only good thing her mother had ever given to her, and took a step towards the figure.

"You know, when they said that our entire Downtown New York blood supply had gone missing it didn't want to believe it was true, then I smelt the deceit and I knew instantly who it was."

The figure made no attempt to move but let out a chuckle. "Did you now? Looks like the bait worked."

"Yes, and I followed you to here."

"So you did."

"What I can't figure out though is what you are going to do with all that blood."

"There's a lot of hungry homeless vampires Downtown who deserve it more than the purebloods sat up in their luxurious sun-protected ivory tower do."

"I see what you mean, which is why I'm not going to force you to give it back." There was a short pause as she considered what to say next, her inner conscience begging her to ask the question that had been eating away at her the moment she'd found out that she was back in town. "How long are you staying?"

This time the figure did stand, turning around and jumping down off the ledge whilst removing her hood from her head and making her way over to her. "That's what you're going to ask me? What – no hello and whispers of sweet nothings in each others ears?"

She knew she was being sarcastic but it was what added to her charm and want for her. "What did you expect? You leave for months with no word at all and come back with no warning. Do you expect me to always have a welcome home party on speed dial when I never know where you are?"

"Touché. Tell me this though, did you miss me?"

This time the sarcastic bite between them had disappeared and had been replaced with a softer tone, one that they rarely ever touched upon and shared with no one else but each other.

She reached out and nodded, her hand meeting the cool leather of the other woman's jacket. "Of course I did Emma. Hauntingly so."

"So poetic."

She pushed her with a playful shove and a roll of her eyes. "I may be but it doesn't make it any less so. Why must you leave me here alone with my mother?"

"Because we both know she doesn't allow me to be here for more than I'm welcome. You know she doesn't like me being around you, that's why I stay in the shadows and see you only when I know she isn't expecting me."

"But for how much longer? We can't keep doing this for eternity Emma. We're immortal yet not a broken record on a continuous loop."

"Regina, I know, but what do you suggest? Steal a council member's daughter? Run away in the middle of the night with her and claim her as mine?"

"You can do that, I wouldn't mind. I like the romantic idea of you whisking me away."

"I know you wouldn't, but your mother would."

There was a brief pause before Regina smirked. "You want to know something?" Emma nodded. "Fuck my mother."

Emma laughed as she placed her hands on either side of Regina's jean-clad hips, pulling the other woman closer to her. "Hmm, there's that feisty vampire I know and crave."

"Crave? More than blood?" She replied, her arms coming up to rest around Emma's neck as they both leaned in closer.

"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I just crave your captivating figure of a body."

"Do you ever think about acting on that craving?"

"I'm close. I might need just a little more encouragement though."

"I think I can handle that."

"You can?"

"Hmm."

Before Emma could say anything further Regina's lips met her own, the two melding into a kiss that had been long awaited by the both of them. She'd missed Regina's lips against hers and by the way the brunette kissed feverishly against them she could tell just how much the other vampire had missed her and a part of her deep down in the back of her mind hated herself for putting the other vampire through it.

Pulling away she laughed at Regina's stunned expression.

"Why did you pull away?" She asked with what Emma knew as the closest Regina would ever get to a pout.

"Because I think this needs to continue at my apartment."

"Oh, is that so?"

Emma nodded as she slowly backed away out of her embrace. "Yep, it is."

"And what do you intend to do at your apartment Miss. Swan?" She asked, slowly following her with a few steps forward.

"For that you'll just have to come and find out."

"But-"

Before she could reply Emma was already running, Regina having to catch up immediately as the other vampire was already putting a good distance between them. Damn maddening vampire, she thought, jumping onto another roof top.

Emma groaned as she was thrown up against the dingy wall next to the door of her apartment. Regina pinned her hands above her head so that she couldn't move and lent in close, her breath hot on her face as they remained only inches apart.

"Tell me Miss. Swan, what is it that makes you think you can run from me?"

The slow drawl of her voice wasn't lost on Emma and it sent a hot rush through her otherwise cold body, a small shiver running down her spine as she caught sight of the other vampires fangs peeking out from underneath blood red lips. It didn't take long however for her to come up with a quick witted response to her question.

"You could handle it."

"Oh? Is that what you thought?"

Emma could feel her pushing her up against the wall much harder but didn't press it, quite enjoying the feeling of the pureblood vampire being rough with her. "I gave you incentive. The rest played out the way I intended."

"So you baited me?"

"Yes, and you fell for it just as you do every time."

"If you think I 'fall for it' every time Miss. Swan I think you are gravely misunderstood."

"And what would you mean by that?"

"Simple." She snarled, her breath somewhat hotter against Emma's lips as she lent in a hairs breadth away from her. "Maybe the truth is that I do it on purpose. You do remember that I like playing along with your little shenanigans don't you my dark saviour?"

For a moment somewhere inside her Emma felt a little disappointed that her tricks didn't work but the vampire inside her couldn't resist biting back, enjoying the way that Regina's clenched fist held onto her jacket in a white knuckle grip.

"Yes, my queen, but if you are so keen on playing along with these little shenanigans of mine maybe you would like to cut to the chase and cut the crap with all of this talking shit. I know how you and me get when we talk to much."

"Ah, touché Miss. Swan. Maybe you would like to join me inside of your apartment and not in this depressing hallway."

Emma smirked, Regina feeling a shiver run down her spine when she caught a glimpse of the blonde's fangs underneath her upper lip as she directed her face right at her. Before she knew what was happening, caught up in the daze of Emma's alluring vampire hiding just beneath the surface, the other woman was breaking free from her hold where she had had her pinned up against the wall and more or less throwing her into her small run-down apartment. She did have enough sense recovered however to catch Emma's whisper of agreement.

"Almost certainly my queen."