The Ultraviolence of Regina Mills

Welcome one and all to my new fic. I wanted to use an AU to explore some of the darker elements of Regina's life. I will warn you now, this is going to be quite dark. This is an AU fic where there is no magic, Emma and Snow are only friends, and the "kingdoms" are all security corporations. If you have more questions, feel free to ask them.

Anything in italics is a flashback.

Description: Regina had never lived a day that didn't belong to someone else. She had been Mother's little angel. She had been Mrs. White. Now, she was going to be someone else. This is the ultraviolence of Regina Mills. Dark content. Dragon Queen and eventual Swan Queen. Modern AU without magic.

Trigger Warnings: Dubcon, noncom, physical/emotional abuse, drug use, and some character death. I am pulling no punches this time. Now, let's get started.

Chapter 1: Cruel World

Flashbulbs assaulted her as she descended the stairs outside of her apartment.

"Mrs. White! Miss White are you concerned with the allegations Mary Margaret has raised about Mr. White?"

"Mrs. White! Mrs. White, please look over here!"

"Regina! Is it true that you were having an affair when your husband was found?"

"Mrs. White do you have any comment about your husband's condition?"

On and on the voices screamed. Regina clutched Henry tighter as the security guards tried to part the crowd of reporters.

"Mrs. White, do you think your husband was murdered?" Another reporter shouted. The crowd pressed up against the lines of guards, and Regina silently prayed that they would be able to make it to the car.

"Henry! Henry look at me! Henry, is Mr. White your real father!?"

Regina's eyes whipped in the direction of the voice, her face pulled into a snarl.

"Don't you dare talk to my son like that!"

Inhale. Exhale. The smoke lingered in the air. Regina was laid out on a long white mattress in the beach house she had rented for the weekend. The cigarette that hung from her lips deposited ash onto the pillow beside her, but she barely noticed. In the adjacent bathroom, Mallory Stratton was cutting lines of oxycodone to refuel the highs they had started last night.

"Mal." Regina mumbled, clinging to the cigarette with her lips. She turned onto her side and looked out to the water through the floor length windows.

"Mal!" She called again, sitting up. Her head felt like it was filled with cotton and her stomach was slightly unsettled.

"What?" Mallory called back. She was clad only in her underwear, with a razorblade in one hand and a joint in the other.

"Give me a hit of that." Regina murmured. Mal smirked and sauntered over to the little mess she tried to love. She extended the joint and took the cigarette in return. They both took a long drag.

"Mmmm. Come here." Regina said with a sigh, her free hand grasping at the air. Mal chuckled.

"No. You come here. Your lines are ready." She answered.

"Sydney, you need to be discreet. No one can know that you and I…" She trailed off, unwilling to say it. She really did hate to lie.

"Are in love?" He asked, pulling her in close. He leaned in to Regina's face, his breath warming her lips.

"Exactly. No one can know. So, I need you to be…"

"A shadow?" He asked. He kissed her passionately. She reciprocated, hoping that this would be enough. Their kiss broke.

"Yes." She answered, feigning breathlessness. He moved his hand down her back, cupping her backside.

"Oh, no one will know a thing, my love." He whispered. His grip tightened.

Exhale. Inhale. The oxys made their way up Regina's nasal cavity. She inhaled deeply, sucking everything up through one nostril. She leaned down and did the same with the other.

The lights of the hospital almost seemed like they were brighter than the flashbulbs. Henry trembled under her hands.

"Mom, did dad die?" He asked quietly. Regina continued to shake.

"No, Henry."

"What happened to him?"

"I don't know." She whispered. Was it a lie? Well, not entirely. She didn't know what exactly had happened to him. She did, however, know that he didn't have much time left. Perhaps there was a god after all.

The narcotics were bitter and once they began their drip down, Regina almost felt like everything was going to be ok.

"Mal?" She whispered. The blonde woman approached from behind and pressed herself against Regina's back.

"Yes, my darling?" She asked. Regina wanted to say so many things, but she couldn't form the words.

"Light me another cigarette, will you?" She asked. The pills made their way into her blood and numbed her out. It was a gradual process, and yet, suddenly, she could only feel a gentle euphoria. Mal walked away for a moment and a lighter was flicked. She returned with a cigarette.

"Here." She offered. Regina turned around and took the cigarette. She dragged long and hard.

"You haven't seen any paparazzi, have you?" She asked.

"No, not a soul." The blonde assured her. They had hired a group of guards to watch over the perimeter, but Regina was never one to trust anyone implicitly. She smiled, accepting the assurance.

"Good." She whispered. She then reached for her lover and drew her close.

"Mal." She said.

"Yes, your majesty?" She whispered, allowing herself to be drawn in. Their gazes lingered on another. Their breath was smoky. Regina's fingers found their way into her lover's messy hair. She brought her face in close and bit down on Mal's lips.

Regina found herself sitting in the police station. Officers had guided her into one of the interrogation rooms. Coffee sat on the wooden table, steaming. Regina sat quietly on the chair provided for her, but didn't bother with the coffee. After a few minutes a female detective entered and sat down in the other chair.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us, Mrs. White. I am detective Briar. I've been handling your husband's case."

"We found an excess of Potassium in your husband's bloodstream. We believe that someone tried to-"

"Oh god, you don't think someone would try to kill him?" Regina said, her hand dramatically moving to cover her mouth.

"Actually we do." The detective said. Regina sighed and then took a sharp breath, readying herself for the tears she would need to remain the victim.

"Why are they doing this to us?" Regina whispered, finally finding her first tear. They began to spill out of her eyes. She wiped one away, smearing her makeup. The detective pulled a pack of tissues out of her pocket.

"We don't know that yet, but I wanted to ask you some questions about a woman named Mallory Stratton and your association with her."

The taste of blood was sweet on her tongue, but Mal didn't pull back. It wasn't like she could really feel the pain anyway. Their kiss deepened. One of them let out a small moan.

"You did it!" Regina sang. Sydney held her close, kissing a trail down her neck.

"I did everything you asked of me. Oh, Regina, I love you so much." He said. She rose from the bed, not bothering to cover herself. She walked to her closet and threw open the doors.

"I am finally free." She breathed. She took out one of her dresses, one of the Westwoods and she threw it onto the floor. She took another, this one a Chanel, and tore it down the middle. A laugh tore through her, wild and frightening. It was infectious and soon Sydney was laughing as well. She ran over to the nightstand and leaned on it, suddenly feeling the effects of the Rohypnol she had taken before they had gotten into bed. Before she had let him fuck her.

"Are you alright, Regina?" The older man warned, moving to get up.

"Ohhh, no Sydney. Don't get up. I have one more little prop to complete this act." She slurred. Growing more concerned, Sydney moved to help her stand. She smacked his hands away.

"Don't fucking touch me, you rat." Regina whispered. She turned to face him, her eyes wild.

"What do you mean?" He asked, terrified. He tried to help her once more, but she was having none of it. She pulled open the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a gun.

"You are so stupid." She managed to say. Sydney stopped cold, sweat pooling on his brow.

"You really think I loved you, even for a second? You drugged me, you raped me, and then? Then you tried to kill me." She whispered, smiling. His face changed from terrified to confused and back.

"What?" He whispered shakily. Then she turned the gun on herself and fired two shots.

What a year it had been. This was supposed to be the year that she finally got her life back. The bullet wounds on her arm and hip were still sore, scarring nicely, but reminders of her victory. Even with the other woman moving between her thighs, she couldn't stop watching the memories over and over again. The cops, the interrogation, the swarms of reporters; all of it replayed again and again. Even with the drugs she could still remember her wedding night. It was ten years ago, but the feeling of his body on hers was still so vivid. Then it was Sydney, though that had been for a purpose. The cops bought her entire tearful story when they saw the bullet wounds, but it had taken bullet wounds to get them to believe. Now? Sydney was in prison, Leopold was dead, and she still couldn't enjoy a weekend at the beach.

She looked down at her companion, dear Mal. They called her "The Dragon" because she was always chasing one. She ran her tongue against Regina's sex, smiling. At least she was getting something out of this. Maybe she just wasn't feeling enough.

"Harder." Regina breathed. Mal raised an eyebrow, but brought her fingers to the entrance and plunged inside. It was rough and messy.

"Harder." Regina repeated. The blonde slammed her fingers into the younger woman.

"Harder!" Regina screamed and Mal obliged. She then flipped Regina over and slapped her ass so sharply that there was a mark. Finally, there seemed to be a feeling forming in Regina. It was the smallest spark of pleasure mixed with a great deal of pain. After a few minutes of this, her sex became sore.

"Ok. Ok! Stop." Regina snapped. Mal eased off and put her hands up.

"Sorry, sorry. Are you alright?" She asked. Regina nodded, but remained unsatisfied. She turned over and lit another cigarette. Her skin itched, a side effect of the oxycodone.

"Come on. Where are you right now?" Mal asked. She gently climbed off of her lover and lit a cigarette of her own.

"I just can't stop thinking about Leopold." Regina whispered.

"That sorry son of a bitch is dead, Regina. You don't need to worry about him anymore." The blonde assured.

"I know. I put him there, for Christ's sake." Regina said, chuckling a little bit. It was a hollow laugh and somehow, she didn't feel any better.

"Then what's up?"

"I was just-just thinking about all those years. I shared his bed for ten years, Mal. So many hours and minutes were just wasted." Regina whispered, almost starting to cry.

"Don't do that, Regina. He wasn't worth your time and he isn't worth your tears." The older woman assured her. She rested her head on Regina's chest, dragging on her cigarette. Regina smiled and nodded, appearing to have listened and believed. The truth was that she couldn't seem to let those memories go, not yet. Ten years of her life had come and gone. She was almost thirty. She was almost thirty and none of her life had truly belonged to her. Except Henry and maybe this. These hazy weekends and the time she spent with her son were the only things that had gotten her through the weeks. Now everything had changed. The company was hers. The money was hers. The estates and the islands and the summer houses were hers. Was she worried that Leopold's daughter was going to vie for ownership? Well, of course. Mary Margaret hadn't expressed much interest in the company but she would surely want to take partial ownership eventually. She was 22, only seven years younger than Regina herself. Regina had been married off to Leopold when she was 19. The thought made her shudder all over again. Leopold had been 56, a few years older than her own mother.

"Mal, I need to get up." She whispered. The blonde rolled over, and put her cigarette into the ashtray that lay above the mattress. Regina rose, unclothed. She put her own cigarette into the ashtray, and promptly lit another. Cigarettes were a constant in her life these days and if she thought too much about it she would remember how much Henry hated the smell of smoke, but that's what the drugs were for. She walked through the empty rooms of her newly purchased beach house and made her way to the balcony. It was bright outside. She supposed it was the middle of the day, but she didn't really know. The breeze made her shiver. Tears welled up in her eyes. She had finally fought her way to the surface. She had destroyed the man that had held her captive in a gilded cage, but it was still a cage! She sobbed. She had the power now. She was the victor. She could do anything now. She only had to reach out and take it.

"Look at me now, Mother." She whispered. Cora Mills, her dear mother, had promised her the world and here it was. The whole world was hers for the taking, but oh god, what had she done?

So, here we are at the start of another story. Please drop me a review and let me know what you think. I really cannot get over the fact that Regina was forced to marry Leopold. Like, I will never get over it. It was incredibly fucked up.