A/N Hey guys, thanks for your kind reviews they really raise my spirits! Please keep reviewing! I'd love to hear your thoughts and ideas. Just to clarify this story isn't set in the traditional StoryBrooke. There is still a curse etc. But I'm changing what has happened slightly but that will be explained later on. Please keep reading and enjoy! :)

The woman appeared in the study sometime later just as Emma was trying to gnaw through the plastic cable that attached her arm and leg together. Emma swiftly stopped and tried to look nonchalant. The woman shook her head slowly with a smirk, even if her eyes still looked dangerous. The woman was holding a tray; it must be food Emma hissed in her mind. She tried not to look excited by it. The woman placed the tray on Emma's out stretched lap. Emma looked down at the tray of food, On a plate was some extremely neatly cut sandwiches, a tall glass of what smelt like Apple juice, and ironically a shiny blood red apple. Emma looked back up to the woman who was now walking over to Emma's hand cuffed hand, Emma's eyes flickered at the freedom. The woman effortlessly unlocked the cuff and swiftly cut the plastic cable from her leg. Emma sat still as she realised she was free, the woman stepped back cautiously watching her every move. Perhaps she anticipated she would run. Emma also watched with caution, wondering why there was a sudden kindness from her.

The woman seemed to relax, her smile returned. That dangerous smile. Emma glanced carefully to the door and then back to the woman who was no longer watching her like a hawk. Emma gently placed the tray next to her, still occasionally looking over the woman who was busying herself with some papers that had been left on the desk. Seeking her opportunity, Emma quickly jumped up and ran to the door as fast as her legs would carry her. She was used to running and no way could the woman catch her, especially in her stilettoes. Emma grinned as she made her way into the hallway near the grand staircase, this meant the front door had to be near. Emma was relieved to see that large white doors that would open out into freedom; she didn't care about her car she'd rather leave it. She just needed to get the hell out of there. Emma reached for the door and pulled furiously on the gold handles that didn't budge,
"Locked?!" she panicked, still frantically rattling the doors. Suddenly something swept Emma's feet from beneath her and she found herself being pinned to the doors by an invisible force. It felt like something was holding her up by her throat, breathing became difficult. She couldn't move her limbs either, her arms pinned to her side and legs together.
Slowly and like a graceful cat, the woman appeared from the corridor holding out her arm, her fingers flexing slightly showing her glamorous red nails. Emma coughed as the force choked her.
"Leaving so soon?" The woman sneered stepping closer to Emma, Emma rolled her eyes.
"This kind of insolence won't be tolerated in this house" the woman replied to Emma's eye rolling, she seemed to clench her fingers, the choke hold on Emma seeming to tighten. Emma nodded.
"I understand" she whimpered even if her mind screamed for her to not obey, who the hell did this woman think she was? But Emma knew she couldn't argue to her weird dominating attitude and actions, especially since she couldn't explain what was choking her. The woman nodded and clicked her fingers immediately making Emma drop to the floor; Emma winced as her back slammed against the door. The woman stood over Emma with her arms folded waiting for Emma's next move.
"Now I hate to use magic on things, but if we aren't going to get over the childish stage of running away then we are going to have problems my dear" the woman said calmly, like a scolded puppy Emma wouldn't dare look her in the eyes and simply nodded in obedience. "But if you follow the rules, then we will get along famously" the woman continued, kneeling down to Emma and placing a hand on her cheek. Emma flinched at the touch but didn't dare argue, she continued to look down frightened of her power.
"That's better" the woman purred her usual smile appearing again.
"What are you?" Emma hissed gritting her teeth turning her head from the woman's hand,
"Still got fight in you have we? I Like that" the woman chuckled standing back up. "Well some would call me a witch, but most see me as a beast" she continued.
"Do you have a name?" Emma asked cautiously intrigued.
"That's more like it Miss Swan, and yes it's Regina. Regina Mills"