P.S. Some changes have been made, Robin is still alive in this because my heart and I are still hanging onto the hope that he'll come back. Bare with me and enjoy the story!

Fairytale World: Some time ago...

Regina had been conversing with her mirror for the past hour. "You don't seem to understand." She snarled. "All I want is Snow's head on a platter. And if you can make that task any simpilar, do it. Or... I could always drag it out of you."

"No thank you, your majesty. All I was going to say was that in a certain land, lives certain people who can help you." Her mirror said.

"And what land is this?" Regina asked.

"A land you are not welcome." Her mirror explained.

"Why?" Regina was ready to smash the mirror our of rage. But she would not do that, she needed to her the words her mirror was going to say.

"There's only one man who can tell you that." Her mirror responded.

"Rumplestilskin." Regina flashed out in a cloud of black smoke and transported herself into Rumple's cell.

"Hello, dearie! You haven't visited me in a while." Rumple teased.

"I'm sure you missed me." Regina said sarcastically. "I need something from you."

"Alright, dearie. But-"

"Yes, yes! I know that it will come with a price! But it will be worth it. Now, what I need is simple. I was told that there is a land and in this land lives people who can help me kill Snow White. Where is this land? And why am I unwelcome?" Regina asked.

"You will be welcome but the price is high. I want a lock of your hair."

"That's it?" Regina was speechless. Usually, it was a life Rumplestilskin asked for but simply... hair?

"That's it." Rumple said. "It is a land without magic. It is called New York. In this land live two rather odd families. A five year old girl resides in the first family, the Frump family. She will one day marry a boy. A boy her age, older by merely two months. With the last name of Addams. And this small child is a way of success for you, Regina. But there is only one way to get to this land. And that is through something we have been planning."

"The dark curse." Regina sighed. "Why do you want my hair? And if I am enacting the dark curse, I want Snow to be confined to death but a live death. A fate worse than death. So why will I need her after I enact this curse?"

"Why do you need her now?"

"So she can give me what I want."

"And you will want something after this curse is enacted. You want to confine Snow White to true torture? Use this child. This child is the first peice in destroying her." Rumple said.

"Why?"

"Enact the curse, and you will find out."

Storybrook: Present Day...

It was early morning, Henry was in his room at Regina's house. It had been a while since they had left the Underworld. Neal was getting so big. And had already learned to say a few words. Henry was writing about what had happened in the book, being the author. However now, they had a new crisis. Regina, had quite literally split herself in two after Robin's untimely death. And then her evil half began to run a muck, and now wants to destroy everyone's happiness.

But shortly after, the Evil Queen brought back Robin. The town was overjoyed but new the quuen had tricks up her sleeve. And they all wondered why she did this. Here Henry was, writing and thinking about all of the recent events, when he noticed something odd had happened. He began to see pictures he had never seen before. And began to see one picture that startled him. A picture of his mother. She was in New York and was riding in a taxi with a black haired girl, about five or six. The girl was wearing very dark clothing. And she looked emotionless. Regina looked at her with a look in her eyes that sent chills down Henry's spine.

Robin walked up the stairs and found Henry. "Henry? Is everything alright?" He asked.

"Yea, everythings fine." Henry said absently.

Robin leaned over Henry's book and saw the picture. "Henry, what's going on in this picture?"

"I'm not sure. There's this little girl. And she looks like a statue." Henry honestly explained.

"We had better tell Regina about this." Robin said. They walked into the bedroom to find Regina, putting in her earrings on her bed.

"Regina, " Robin began. He kissed her good morning and continued on. "Henry saw a picture in his book..."

"Mom, it has you in it." Henry told her.

"Me?" Regina was confused. "What am I doing?"

"You're with a little girl. She has black hair and, here." Henry showed Regina the picture.

Suddendly, Regina's face went fearful. "That girl... I remember her."

"Who is she?" Henry questioned. "She doesn't look like anyone I've ever seen in Storybrook."

"She doesn't live in Storybrook." Regina told him.

"Regina, who is she?" Robin asked.

Regina sighed. "Someone I did very bad things to. Back when I was the evil queen, Rumplestilskin told me that once I cast the dark curse that I would need her. And I did, she escaped me but... she probably still has memories of it. Why did you write about this?"

"I don't know, it just gave me the picture." Henry said.

"I hope she doesn't want revenge." Regina became fearful.

"Regina?" Robin asked. "What exactly did you do to her?"

Storybrooke: Some time ago...

Regina walked into Mr. Gold's shop. "I need a favor."

"Good morning to you too, Regina." Mr. Gold said sarcastically.

"Enough. I need something that will protect me when I step over the town line. I have to be able to come back." Regina informed him.

"Well, alright. I'll need something from you first."

"What?" Regina asked.

"A lock of your hair." Mr. Gold paused. "Don't play games, Regina. We both know where you're going. You're going to find a certain child. You need her now? Why do you need her, Regina? To contact a certain someone? To contact your father?"

"Yes." Regina said. "And you know where that girl lives. Tell me where she is. And make damn sure I'm able to come back when I step over that line." With this, Regina pulled a few strands of hair from her head. Gold demanded more and so she took scissors and cut an inch off of a part of her hair.

In return, Gold gave her a map to find the girls home and a special wand to take with her so she could find Storybrook again. Regina walked out the door and walked past the town line.

New York City: Some Time Ago...

She saw a taxi as she walked on and got in. She took the taxi, using the directions on the map to a nice little neighborhood. She then found the address, 94 Yellowdale Rd. She was speechless. The house looked very out of place. She got out of the taxi and looked up at it. It was a large estate. Only it was black. It had gargoyles on the lawn and the backyard, was extremely foggy with dark colored trees, from what Regina could see. She walked up to the door, and in place of a welcome mat was the word "Help" written in... blood.

Inside of the house, a five year old Morticia sat in her room. She was playing with her voo-doo dolls and looking out her window. She would love summer... except for the sun. She was a pale girl, no matter how long someone put her in the sun, she could never tan. She didn't mind. If she did go into the sun, she would carry her black umbrella with her. She was home alone, her mother had gone out with her six year old sister, Ophelia. And her father was a mortician and was working. All of the sudden, there was a knock at the door.

She answered the door. Regina stood at the door, looking down at her and into the girl's strange, dark and depressing house.

"Hello. " Regina waved.

"Hello." Morticia said.

"May I come in?" Regina asked.

"State your name and business." Morticia said calmly.

"I'm Regina. And I have a couple of questions for you." Morticia led Regina into the dining room. They sat at a brown table. Regina folded her hands and began to speak. "I have heard things about you, Morticia. And I need your help."

"What can I help you with?" Morticia was an advanced child, often times people thought she was a very short ten year old.

"I have to contact someone... my father." Regina said. "My deceased father. Through a seonce. And I heard, it does not matter who from, that you can contact spirits."

"I see." Morticia's face remained expressionless. "Has he been dead a long time?"

"Yes. A year. I... I killed him." Regina said.

"Mmm..." Morticia pursed her lips. "I'm sorry. The deceased need a period of at least a couple years before they are willing to show up at a seonce."

"I was also told you can help me to get my revenge."

"I am not interseted."

"No, but you don't really have a choice." Regina said wickedly.

"Excuse me?" Morticia asked. Regina then dragged the girl into the taxi waiting outside and held her. "Step on it!" The taxi driver drove. And Regina looked into Morticia's eyes. "Little girl, I am not a bad person. But I need you. And until you give me what I want... you won't see this place for a long time."

Regina was dropped off in the woods, where she ordered the taxi driver Øto drop her. She then walked up to the taxi driver and took out his heart. "Now, " she commanded. "Drive away and remember none of this." The taxi driver did so.

"Where are you taking me?" asked the well-spoken Morticia.

"Somewhere where no one will find you unless I want them to." And with this, Regina took the girl... and stepped over the town line.