Hi everyone. Thank you for the reviews. Sorry for the sup-er late upload. I was enjoying myself writing my ThiefQueen Story (Fiery), that I kind a lost inspiration for this. Besides, I think I miss Jefferson, their lack of scenes together this season makes my heart go astray. If you like this continued, please help me out. Post a review or send me a message, I am open for story suggestions and constructive criticisms.
CHAPTER 2
Sweet Vengeance
"The curse! I think you broke it," Henry said to Emma.
It was unbelievable. It was as if Regina's personal piece of heaven was coming apart.
"That was true love's kiss," the Blue Fairy declared.
"No, no!" was all Regina could say, as painfully as the curse breaking had meant for her.
The Blue Fairy had turned to her, "If I were you, your majesty, I'd find a place to hide."
Regina rushed out of the hospital. She wiped her tears using the sleeves of her blazer as she reached for her car keys when a voice from behind startled her.
"I have been waiting for this moment, your majesty."
She turned around to the source of the sound and found Jefferson standing across the street. She stared at him in full annoyance, "Get the hell out of my face, Jefferson. This is really not the best time to gloat."
"Well, I have not come here to gloat." Jefferson stepped closer to her direction. If Regina had not known better, she would have been afraid of the way he was looking at her.
She had felt him coming closer to her. She stepped back to avoid his body clashing on her when he did not slow down, until her back bumped to the side of her car.
His weight ended up on her, pressing her back against her car. He placed his arms at the top of the car, on her sides, trapping her.
She did not flinch although she could feel his breath on her face. He stood there towering above her, but she fought him with her stare, "Then, why have you come here?"
Jefferson's eyes narrowed, "I am giving you one last chance to make me and my daughter a new story. One where we will be happy, just as you promised."
She did not withdrew her eyes, instead of trying to calm him down, she scoffed at his face. Bitterness seeped through her voice, "I am not getting my happy ending, why should you?"
She could see how his jaw tightened in his attempt to contain his anger. She was in pain, so much pain she couldn't care less of what others should feel, more so what Jefferson would feel.
"I kept all your secrets. I did everything you asked me to do. Why would you do this to me?"
"You can't just have a happy life with your daughter while I am apart from my son," she moved her face closer to his, their noses merely inches apart. She spoke her words as if she spat it on his face. "If I am going down, I am taking you with me."
If there was someone who should be miserable with her, it should be him. Besides, he was the one who helped in making her the monster she was now.
He took her by surprise when he slowly trailed his hands down her arms by the side. He was looking at her as if he was about to kiss her, about to attack her lips with his teeth but he stopped. Then, his hands tightened as it grasped both of hers.
She felt the pressure as he held her arms tightly but she did not speak. She fought him by trying to pull her arms free. But he was stronger, he held both of her arms on his one hand as he spun her around through the waist with his other hand.
Her back, now pressing against his body, started to ache. He was hurting her.
She moaned in pain. Slightly, she was afraid that if she would be unable to free herself, he would crush her right there and then. If he would be unable to control his intensifying hate, he could even murder her right by the hospital car park.
She could see his face through his reflection on the car window. He had pulled his scarf from his neck with his free hand and tightly restrained her hands together with it. He pulled the ends of the scarf roughly as he tied it into a knot that it might have twisted her wrists a bit as it was pressed closely together.
"Stop this nonsense, Jefferson! What are you trying to do?!" She asked with loathing.
"I will make you pay for everything that you did to me!" He said as he almost picked her up, almost carrying her body to get her to the side of the passenger seat.
She was using up all of her strength to stop him from pushing her and almost carrying her, therefore rubbing their bodies against each other more than they had intended to. It seemed like in his anger, she wasn't heavier than a piece of meat.
When he succeeded in opening up the car door, pushing her all the way to the passenger seat with her hands bound, that he tied her hands on the fixed handle above her head. He took out a handkerchief from his pockets and after a long moment of staring her down he placed it on her eyes to blind fold her.
She shook her head intentionally not making it easy for him. "We both know you can't pull this off. Better stop this now, before you embarrass yourself."
"I have been embarrassed well enough already," he said as he turned the final knot of her blind fold. He stared at her face for a moment, as if taking a mental picture of this proud moment in his life, when instead of feeling victorious he had felt pity for her, and something more. He had not decided yet what to do with her, but he would make her suffer as she did to him.
He had traced the outline of her face with the back of his hand. He caressed the smoothness of her pale cheeks that unexpectedly led to her red lips. He looked at her lips for a moment and wondered how it would feel like to kiss her just as he wondered at the time that he had met her when they were younger. He brushed his thumb to her lower lip. He had wanted to do it since long time ago, even as she was the King's wife. She truly was the fairest...
He shook his head, what was he thinking? He was taking her, for heaven's sake. He would take his revenge and he should't be interested with her as a man, but as an enemy to his defeated opponent.
"This time, I am going to win, Regina." He said to her as he heavily closed the door. He walked to the front of the car to the driver's seat.
Regina felt the engine come alive. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere horrible," Jefferson said, his voice cold and devoid of emotions.
She felt the small hairs from the back of her head rise. She had heard that phrase before. She had said it before, and had actually meant it as she said it. But if he actually meant it she couldn't say.
Apparently, as everyone else reunite with the loved ones that they had lost in the last 28 years, Regina was in her own car, with her hands bound and her eyes blind folded with Jefferson driving her to wherever about to extract his revenge in however he decided.
Regina tightened her fists. "Shit," she muttered under grinding teeth.
