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April 2018, Tokyo, Japan / Day 2: Gluttony
The man screamed in pain as a machete bared down on his jacket-clad shoulder, lodging deep into the bone from the pure strength of the person wielding it, that person being Emma. As she made to pull the blade back out she was grabbed from behind by a woman, the man's accomplice, and was forcefully being yanked away. Not letting it phase her she reared her head back hitting the other woman in the face and momentarily stunned her. Without letting go of her blade she used her other hand to push her enough to kick her a few steps away from her, resulting in the human falling to the cold concrete alleyway floor below. Turning back to the man she finally extracted her blade back out and this time hit it at the angle she had originally planned. He'd managed to dodge her briefly before resulting in her only hitting him in the shoulder but now that she had the upper hand and it was one one one she was able to finish what she had intended, the vampire having the upper-hand. She bared her fangs and hissed wildly with a quick and precise cut of a second blade she'd had hidden up until now. Once he had fallen to the floor with a thud, blood gurgling from his throat as he clutched at it uselessly with his gloved hands the woman was just getting up. Not missing a beat Emma turned to her and before she even had a chance a revolver was raised to her head and she was falling to the concrete with a bullet wound straight through the center of her forehead.
When Emma looked up, panting as she regained her breath and sheathed her gun, she heard sirens fast approaching in the distance. Turning to leave she gasped when she felt the pain she had forgotten she had. She grasped at her side and gritted harshly through her teeth. A silver wound, Regina wouldn't be happy.
When Regina heard the front door of her and Emma's apartment open she stopped what she was doing in the kitchen and went to greet her wife as she had finally returned back to their home after being out for a numerous amount of hours without any contact to let her know that she was ok. What she found however was the complete opposite of what she had been expecting.
"Emma?"
Looking up the blonde smiled weakly at her. "Hey babe."
"What on Earth happened?"
Emma shrugged as if it was nothing, trying desperately to ignore the pain that radiated through her body as she did so. "Just a few addicts, nothing I couldn't handle."
There was a brief pause that Emma knew all to well, knowing what Regina would do. As expected the brunette sniffed at the air and instantly picked up on the problem. "You're bleeding. It's tinted with silver, you're wounded."
Knowing she couldn't hide Emma flashed her another sheepish smile. "You got me."
"You went out hunting again didn't you?"
"Only because I knew they'd eventually find us. Your mother isn't exactly giving up her hunt to find us."
Rolling her eyes Regina decided not to push it, wanting to tend to her wife's wounds which were much more important right now than their normal petty bickering. "Whatever you say dear. You can explain the details later. Right now go to the bedroom and take your shirt off so I can treat you."
"But-"
"Now Miss. Swan."
Deciding not to argue with her Emma did as she was told and slumped off to the bedroom. About a minute later Regina reappeared but said nothing as she headed to the en-suite bathroom connected to their room. She wouldn't admit it out loud but the brunette's stern silence as she re-entered the room with a first aid kit in hand was making her uneasy, even after all these years of being together.
"Regina, please say something."
"Take off your jacket and shirt so I can get a look at the wound."
"Regina-"
"Just do it Miss. Swan."
Sighing she did, painfully stretching as she pulled the two items of clothing off, leaving her in her jeans and bra. She didn't miss the mixed look of hurt and worry that passed over Regina's face as she did. Regina knelt down on the floor next to her and lent in close to get a better look, the tinge of silver-burnt skin crinkling up her overly-sensitive nose as she realized the severity of Emma's injury.
"I'm going to patch it up. Once I'm finished you need blood and to rest."
"Regina-"
"You know better than to question me on this Emma. You put yourself in this position in the first place by purposefully going out and looking for these people. You knew they'd be carrying silver weapons."
Emma winced as she held her arm up to allow her wife to work. "Yeah but I knew I could handle it. They were human."
"Emma, being a vampire with free reign since the day you were turned isn't training enough. At least not for my mother."
"But I was turned over a hundred years ago!"
"And my mother is a nine hundred year-old pureblood who's spent centuries honing her skills – especially in killing. You know how dangerous she is Emma and even after everything we went through to get away from her in New York you continue to think that this is just a game. The more you allow yourself to go out hunting these fools that call themselves bounty hunters the more chance she has of finding out where we are. Do you not realize that this trail of bodies is basically broadcasting our location to her?"
As Regina finished her argument Emma paused, knowing that her wife was right. "I know, I know, I just can't help it. Like you said I've spent so many years being free that I don't know how to live under the radar, at least not with another person. I could come and go as I wanted and not worry."
"Yes and over time it stopped working for you. We met and things changed. When I admitted that I loved you out loud Emma I didn't mean that when we finally escaped, no matter where it was in the world, that you could recklessly endanger yourself. I'd be nothing without you Emma."
"Neither would I."
"Then why do this?" She sighed, motioning to the deep burn wound that she was finishing patching up.
"Because I can't stop myself Regina. It's like vampire candy. I need to hunt, I don't know how to stop."
"Then maybe that's why you have me. You married me for a reason did you not?"
The blonde nodded as Regina stood. "Yeah, other than to piss your mother off that is."
Regina chuckled for the first time since she'd come in the front door and Emma counted it as a personal victory. "And we help each other do we not?"
"Yes, which is why what I'm going to ask you next isn't easy for me."
Regina raised and eyebrow at the other woman just as she had picked her a clean tank top from their shared closet. "Oh?"
"Come here."
Not caring that her wife was only clad in her jeans and bra Regina made her way back over to her, positioning herself in between her open legs and letting her bare arms wrap around her waist as her own came to rest upon her shoulders.
"Emma? It's ok, speak to me."
Looking up Emma saw nothing but honesty in the older vampires eyes and she couldn't help herself, it just came out. "I need help."
She didn't need to say any more, Regina knew that, Emma knew that, neither of them needed to say it aloud it was just there. For Regina it had been a long time coming and it made what had happened tonight just that little bit tolerable if it meant that Emma had finally admitted what was hurting her. Nonetheless Regina took it in her stride and pressed a soft kiss to the top of blonde curls feeling Emma's grip on her grow just that little bit tighter in acknowledgement.
"It's ok love, everything's going to be ok. I love you Emma Swan-Mills."
Pulling away a little Emma smiled up at her wife gratefully. "I love you too Regina Swan-Mills."
