A/N: Okay I know I have Bushy Tails and Mixed up Spells to update which will be updated today. hopefully in a few hours. so will one of my dragon queen stories (hopefully). Long story short I wrote this for my sister (I let her read a cleaner version)who is a Criminal Minds and OUAT fan and I found that I really enjoyed it and wanted to share it. it's prewritten so there should be regular updates. this is kinda dark. I usually don't write dark stuff but look at me trying something new lol. G!P Emma by the way. Rated for violence and sex.
But imagine Emma if she hadn't come to Storybrooke. Okay that's who you'll see... well a secretly murderous version. Regina is a lot younger than canon as well.
Okay, I own nothing. sorry for mistakes. enjoy.
Beast
Chapter One
The old 80's music was drifting through the dark, dingy bar. Anyone else would turn their nose up at this place. Pass it by and never give it a second glance but not officer Emma Swan. She didn't mind the sketchy bar. In fact she quite enjoyed the atmosphere and the fact that there wasn't exactly a crowd. She did not need to be spotted by any of her co-workers She did not exactly have a reputation to uphold or anything but she didn't need to see them and have them questioning her whereabouts. What's a young cop doing in a place like this? None of her fellow cops, not even her partner Jason knew about Emma's late night hobbies. They were unaware of her preference and her lifestyle. Not that Emma was ashamed, it just was none of anyone's business.
That's why she kept to herself. She didn't speak much or associate with the rest of the squad after hours. She was friendly enough on the job but she did not want to talk about her personal life. Her partner on the other hand loved to talk about his family. His beautiful wife and his young son that was too adorable for words. Emma wanted to be happy for him. She did, but a part of her was envious. She wanted that. A wife to come home to and a bunch of little kids to run around with. She would never find the right girl though. She had been living in Boston for most of her life and she hadn't even come close to finding the perfect woman.
She resigned herself to being alone.
Emma Swan was a loner. That's the way it's always been and always will be.
That's why she stayed so late at this bar. Nothing to go home to and the loud talking, raunchy music and cigarette smoke was better than sitting at home alone in her single bedroom apartment, staring at the television thinking about how lonely and miserable she was.
It's better than being alone. She thought as she sipped her beer watching the people drunkenly sway around the bar, laughing and singing along to the music. She chuckled at their antics. She could join in on the fun but it's much more fun and safer to just watch and observe. She sat at a lone table in the back of the bar, hidden in the shadows, away from prying eyes. She wasn't shy. Awkward maybe, but not shy. She just didn't want to draw any attention to herself.
She had to protect herself.
Emma was so focused on the group of attractive women having a good time across the room that she hadn't even noticed that someone had taken the seat beside her until they announced their presence.
"Hey there." Emma's eyes snapped towards the sound of the voice. There sat a young woman, no older than twenty-one wearing a flirtatious smile. She was cute enough with baby-like features and from what Emma could see, a nice body. She was small but not frail. She looked okay.
But the only problem was that she was blonde. Platinum blonde to be more specific. Emma preferred brunettes. She just loved dark hair. She preferred dark eyes as well. There was something that was just inviting and extremely sexy about them. The girl was fair as well. Pasty almost. Emma liked darker skin. Tanned, natural or not. It was safe to say that Emma had a type and this girl was not it.
Although Emma had a type, all types of women found themselves attracted to her. Emma's own fair baby smooth skin, golden blonde hair and bright green eyes could bring any person, male or female to their knees that ever came across her. Her athletic physique and chiseled abs having women drench their panties. Despite this, Emma has only been intimate with someone other than herself a handful of times. She could have any woman she wanted but there's something holding her back.
The girl's pink lips curled into an adorable smile and Emma thought for a moment, why just brush her off? It's not like any cute brunettes are just throwing themselves at her at the moment.
"Hey." Emma replied with that adorable grin that she knows that the ladies love. As predicted the younger girl blushed and giggled a little.
"Um... I've been watching you..." The girl said almost shyly. Emma smirked and the girl colored a deeper shade of red. "I... you're just gorgeous and I can't understand why you're here alone. Your boyfriend or girlfriend must certainly be missing you."
Emma chuckled at that. Smooth. "Nah," she shrugged. "No girlfriend. Not particularly fond of guys." She winked and the young woman visibly swooned. "I'm one hundred percent single."
The girl's brows rose in honest surprise. "I don't believe that."
Emma raised her hands in surrender. She still finds it odd that people never believe that she's single. Maybe because they don't know the whole story yet. "I swear to you I am."
The girl's smile grew and her pretty hazel eyes twinkled. At least her eyes are close to brown. "Well, what do you say tonight I keep you company?"
Emma gazed deep into the girls eyes and smiled. "I certainly would not object."
The girl giggled again. "I'm Kate." She offered her hand to Emma across the table. Emma accepted it.
"Hello Kate." She said as she shook it. "I'm Emma."
"Nice to meet you, Emma." Kate said in a playful tone. "Wanna do some shots?"
"Why not." Emma said with a shrug and she meant it. She took a cab over and she didn't have any other plans. Besides Kate was adorable in a sorority girl kind of way.
"Okay great." Kate said with a cute little giggle. She then turned and waved down a server. When the young woman came over, Kate ordered three shots each. The waitress nodded and went off. Kate turned back to Emma. "So Emma. Tell me about yourself."
Emma smirked.
About eight shots each, along with their other drinks, both of them stumbled out of the bar. Emma was a little more intoxicated than she would have liked to have been. Kate had asked if they could go somewhere more private and in Emma's highly intoxicated and even more horny mind, she agreed that they could go back to her place. Her fuzzy mind hadn't given her a chance to realize what a bad idea that was.
They flagged down a cab and got in. As soon as they shut the doors and the cab pulled off, Kate was all over her. Hands roving everywhere and her mouth practically melded to Emma's. Emma of course kissed her back, giving as good as she was getting. It's been a long time since Emma had been touched intimately or shown any kind of affection.
The younger blonde's tongue slipped into her mouth and her busy little hands wandered down Emma's torso then back up to squeeze her breasts. Emma moaned a little and Kate saw that as an okay to wander down farther. Emma's hands shot down to catch the younger woman's hands as they caressed her abs, heading down somewhere she did not want them just yet.
Kate just giggled and pressed her mouth harder against Emma's but respected her wishes.
The entire time they were giving the driver a show. When the cab came to a stop, Emma threw some bills into the front seat that she was pretty sure was way more than the cab ride was actually worth and they hopped out.
They quickly walked into the apartment building and through the lobby. They hopped into the elevator and as soon as Emma pressed her floor and stepped back, Kate was on her again. Shoving her up against the wall, Kissing and touching. Emma wasn't going to lie, she liked the attention and she was thankful that she had no guards in her building and the security camera had been busted for years and maintenance still refuses to fix it or they would have gotten a show too.
When the younger woman's mouth pressed to her throat, Emma felt her little friend stir almost violently in her jeans and she panicked for a moment that it was going to make itself known too soon.
Before she got to panic too much longer, the elevator stopped and they stumbled out half drunkenly and partially because they were wrapped around each other, making it difficult to walk. But Emma was not complaining. It's been a while since she's done this. She hasn't let anyone get this close in a very long time. It never ends well.
She unlocked her front door and they all but fell inside. As soon as they righted themselves and Emma locked the door behind them, clothes started being discarded. Emma only took off her clothes from the waist up as they raced to the bedroom. Leaving a trail of clothes behind them.
Kate disconnected their lips for a moment and hopped onto the bed. Her eyes gazed up into Emma's and she saw nothing but lust in them. The younger blonde herself was stripped down to her bra and panties. Emma had to admit despite the girl's paleness, she did like the view. Kate was fit, very athletic. Her body wasn't as sculpted as Emma's was but she was tight and toned. Sexy. Her breasts were relatively small but they fit her. She wasn't exactly what Emma would see as show stopping but it was nice for the moment.
"Are you going to take your jeans off?" Kate asked and Emma's eyes widened as if she had forgotten that she had to take her own clothes off. Kate giggled and reached out, touching Emma's defined abs. Emma didn't shiver at the touch like she wanted but it was still okay. "I mean, I can't do you unless you take your clothes off."
Emma smiled nervously. "Right... um..."
"I don't bite." Kate purred and Emma smiled a little. "Let me see."
Emma sighed then slowly unbuttoned her pants. Now Kate probably thought that she was doing it to be sexy or to keep her waiting but Emma was doing it out of nervousness. She knows how women respond when they see what she has. Well they always have. The responses except on a few very rare occasions were negative and she hated that part.
She undid the zipper and hesitantly pulled her jeans down over her ass and that's when she saw it. The look on her guest's face. Kate's eyes widened then there was a small grimace on her face like when you see someone slip on a patch of ice on the street or miss a step on the stairs.
"Are you wearing a...?" She asked gesturing to the big proud bulge in Emma's red boyshorts. "Because I know some women like to wear them to-"
"Um..." Emma cleared her throat. "No. That's me..."
Kate frowned then stared at it a moment longer and Emma could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Then Kate did what Emma had expected and what may have been the worst and last mistake of her life.
She rejected her.
"Look, Emma, it's getting late." She said apologetically and it was so realistic that if Emma hadn't dealt with it before she would have believed it. "Maybe you can give me your number and we can pick up some other time."
Emma groaned. "Really? Because not even two seconds ago you were fine."
Kate sighed. "Emma, you're gorgeous, you're sweet and you're funny but I don't know how to deal with..." She gestured to her crotch. "That."
"You haven't even seen it."
"Yeah and I'm not comfortable with it."
Emma looked at the girl before her with that stupid apologetic, innocent look on her face. She was reminded of every girl that made fun of her in school, every boy that called her a freak. Her grandparents who despised her because she was 'screwed up' and her own parents who treated her like a circus attraction. A monster and hid her away.
She was reminded that she was not normal and never will be.
She was suddenly filled with red hot anger. Rage even. Anger and hatred she felt for everyone, finally returning to the surface. Her blood was boiling. She was hurt and humiliated. She couldn't understand why these women couldn't get past this. Sure she was different but she was not a freak.
Different is not bad.
That's when it happened.
She completely snapped.
"You know she has to die, right?" A breathy growl of a voice whispered into Emma's ear. The hair on the back of Emma's neck stood up. The beast is making it's appearance. "Kill her!" It growled.
Kate stood up from the bed and smiled sheepishly at Emma. "I'm gonna go, Emma."
"Don't let her leave. She's just like all of them. She's trying to hurt you. She thinks you're a freak." The beast whispered. "Kill her! Now!"
Emma's eyes flashed with anger and she almost looked like a completely different person. Taking on the physical appearance of the beast. Dark and wicked. "No." She said darkly and she saw the fear flash across Kate's eyes and she reveled in it.
"Emma, what are you-" Kate's words were cut off as Emma's hands wrapped around her throat and began squeezing. Emma's skin tingled and felt like it was on fire as it always does when the beast takes over. Her heart was racing and she was breathing rapidly with her excitement.
Emma lowered Kate back to the bed and tightened her grip on the girl's skinny throat. Squeezing the life out of her. Kate put up a good fight, she pushed and slapped and clawed at Emma's hands but Emma was much stronger. Especially with the burning rage in her heart and the power of the beast. Kate fought a little longer but slowly started to lose her strength as her air supply was cut off. She whimpered and as she looked up into Emma's eyes helplessly, a lone tear ran down her cheek. Emma was beyond the point of sympathy. Kate didn't have sympathy when she was rejecting her and calling her a freak. She wasn't going to have sympathy when she went home and told her friends and they all made fun of Emma.
This just angered Emma further and excited the beast causing Emma to grunt as she tightened her grip. She could feel Kate's pulse pounding quickly against her palms. Kate's eyes bulged and she wheezed as she struggled to breathe. She had a firm grip on Emma's wrist but it was slowly loosening. She pleaded a little more with her eyes but Emma ignored it.
She had to die.
Kate wheezed and gagged a little longer, holding on to whatever little life she had left. She was losing the battle though. Emma could feel the life draining from her and that just fueled Emma even more. She felt Kate grow limp and her breathing shallow as she was no longer fighting for breath. She had given up. Her hands fell away and her eyes became unfocused as the life left them. With one last sickening crack, Kate took her last pathetic breath then fell completely still, her pulse slowing until it stopped completely.
Emma sighed. She hated how good it felt to take her life but she deserved it. Just like everyone else deserved it. Emma did not deserve to be treated the way that she was. She tried to be a good person. She came from a long line of cops and she followed in their footsteps. She wanted to help people but all they ever did was hurt her. She was a hero and had nothing to show for it so she took. They paid for their ungratefulness with their lives.
It's morbid and cruel but it was true.
Emma stood straight up and she looked down at the body. Kate laid there completely motionless, lifeless and to think not even thirty minutes ago, she was so full of life. It was gone. Along with all of who she was. Every ounce of her being was gone. Emma... the beast had taken it. Stolen her life away.
That's when she felt it.
Guilt.
Emma got a tightening in her chest and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She was suffocating as well. She fell to her knees as she felt the walls closing in. She gripped at her jeans and tried to pull air in. A choked sob escaped her and that's when the dam broke. Tears fell down her face as she continued to cry. Angry sobs racking her body.
Why did it always have to come to this? Why couldn't they just accept her? She's not that different. Why?
This was not the first time that it had come to this. There was a girl. Emma had long since forgotten her name. A pretty brunette. She was visiting from out of town. She had a cute southern accent. After chatting Emma up, they went back to Emma's place. They talked then ended up in that very bedroom. She of course responded poorly to Emma's situation and as a result, Emma stabbed her to death. It was messier than Emma would have liked but still necessary. There were girls before her and girls before them. Emma had been doing this since she was eighteen and on her own. She still remembered her first kill.
She was a friend of Emma's when she first moved out to Boston. A sweet girl. They quickly developed feelings for each other and since Emma was out on her own and could do whatever she wanted, she gave into those feelings. They dated for a few months. Falling in love. Everything was good. Well, until the night that they were going to have their first time. It was nice. Romantic. Until Emma stripped down and her girlfriend saw what she had. The girl freaked out and panicked. Emma tried to calm her down but she couldn't. Emma ended up smashing her over the head with a lamp. She never got up.
Her body, well, parts of it are still in the lake deep in the woods.
That's one thing Emma had always hated. Disposing of the body. Sure the act felt good but the clean up was a real bitch.
She allowed herself one last sob then wiped her face with the back of her hand. She had work to do. She had a lot of slicing and dicing to do. Along with a very long drive ahead of her.
She sighed and picked herself up off the ground. She put her hands on her hips as she looked at the body sprawled out on her bed. She groaned.
This is going to be messy.
Emma hated the disposing of the body part. It killed her muscles cutting up the body into small pieces and then she had to haul the pieces out in bags. That drive takes three hours there and back. It was exhausting. When she finally returned home, she had just enough time to shower, change into her uniform and make it to work barely on time.
She was dead tired and drained when she walked into the station. Everything was hurting. Her brain couldn't even function and she hated everything.
She walked passed her co-workers They all greeted her enthusiastically. She was polite enough. Emma was never exactly a morning person. Now that she was exhausted, running on almost no sleep with a hang over, she was not exactly an any time of day person.
She grumpily headed over to her partner, who was hanging out by the coffee maker drinking his coffee that was most likely mostly milk and sugar. She leaned against the wall beside him with a heavy sigh. She could have collapsed right there and passed out.
The man looked up from his phone at her with a grin. "Long night?" He asked, handing her a cup of coffee that he made for her. It was probably too sweet like his but Emma didn't care. She needed some kind of caffeine and sugar to be halfway functional that day. She accepted it with a thankful nod. The man chuckled and returned to drinking his own coffee.
Jason has been Emma's partner since she joined the force. He was the closet thing she's ever had to a friend. He was very kind and generous. Handsome, very handsome. Turning heads of all of the women on the force. Emma would have found him attractive if he didn't look like her blonder, paler, older brother with pale blue eyes. He was huge and muscular. Looking more the part of a Norse God than a mere mortal but Emma knew of his immortality, given that she's worked out with him often and she's seen him lifting weights that even an elephant couldn't lift.
"You have no idea." She replied sipping the coffee. She winced. She could feel the cavities coming on. Yep, ninety-one percent sugar.
Her partner laughed both at her face and her reply. "Well you better drink a lot of coffee because we're working a double."
"What?" Emma whined.
"Yeah." He said with a nod and an apologetic smile at his female partner. "You heard about those women going missing?"
Emma shrugged. Of course she did. She's responsible for most of them. For some reason she didn't feel the guilt that she expected to feel at the moment. The beast was obviously blocking that. "Yeah."
"Well, the captain wants us to patrol." He said simply. "If we see anything call it in or whatever. It's mostly to make the people on the streets feel safe."
Emma nodded. She found it very ironic that the people looked to her for protection when she could very well be the one to murder them. "Got it." She pushed off the wall. "I need a red bull for this. Or ten."
Jason chuckled. "Me too." He began following her out of the station smiling at a few other cops along the way. "Lets go."
Emma shook her head and sighed. This was going to be a long day and night.
In all honesty Emma was slightly surprised that they had no leads. They just knew that there were a series of women going missing in various places around the city. There were no witnesses and no evidence. That's because Emma is always careful. Being a cop herself helping her to cover up her tracks easily.
Emma was not foolish enough to ever get caught. And being a cop also gave her the opportunity to get constant updates on the case and if needed she could reroute the investigation.
It was useful but also exhausting. Living a double life was draining. But it was necessary. No one could ever see what she truly was.
No one could see the beast.
She sighed heavily as they exited the station and headed over to their squad car. They slid in and shut the doors.
"Here we go." Jason said as he started the car. Emma tried really hard not to groan as they drove down the block to begin their shifts.
Thanks for reading. Regina comes in next chapter.
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