I kind of abandoned this because I didn't know where to take it. However I noticed that even two years later this story is getting reviews, so by popular request (and because I'm entering another Bella phase); part 2. I mean how can I ignore "The continuation of this story is a public service. We all love it and need more."
Regina felt the sting of the slap before the woman's hand made contact with her already bleeding temple and she had every desire to return the favor. Eyes glowing with irrational anger and a need to take it out on someone, Regina landed a blow upon the woman's jaw. Regina hissed in pain her knuckles probably took just as much of a hit as the other woman's face. I should just stick with magic, Regina mused semi-regretfully.
Her opponent was very clearly not a woman of reluctance, before Regina could even finish her thought, the woman in question shoved her more than roughly into the nearest alley and pinned her to the wall. Regina scowled, this woman was strong. On the small side, but strong no less.
"You want to watch where you're going?" She hissed in Regina's ear. "I don't think you know who you're dealing with."
"I don't think that you know who you're dealing with." Regina spat back.
"Oh. Then do let me know." The woman cocked her head.
Her interest couldn't be any more insincere. And yet Regina, falling prey to her own anger, let herself take the bait. "I am the Evil Queen. I've slaughtered villages…"
The woman cut her off, "and I've tortured the innocent and slaughtered a good many muggles." She stated haughtily as if that had settled something. "I was Lord Voldemort's right hand woman."
Regina ran over the list of awful things she'd done, suddenly the things she had once felt guilt over were becoming things to be prideful of. "I killed my own father."
The woman's lip curled into a twisted half smile. "Well I killed Sirius Black and…"
"I do hate to interrupt your little pissing contest Bella," appeared a man with long and ridiculously pampered blonde hair, "but your sister is waiting quite fitfully for you."
"And she can wait a little longer," Bella half growled, "I have business with this one." She jabbed her pointer painfully into Regina's chest.
For a second Regina had thought that the pompous man would actually do her some good. But instead he shrugged and nonchalantly told Bella not to take too long. The Queen could still feel the woman's nail digging into her chest. The woman had taken to clawing at her upper torso with an animalistic ferocity.
Her eyes lighting up lustfully with each blood droplet that wept from the scratches.
With a rather ugly snarl, Regina plunged her hand into the woman's chest, feeling for her heart and hoping that they'd work the same in her world as Regina's own. At last Regina found the familiar pulse and yanked. The woman offered her a soft whimper, from the look on her face Regina couldn't tell if it was born of pleasure or pain. She had an unsettling feeling that it was indeed pleasure.
And yet she held Bella's heart—a small dark thing, not unlike her own—up to her face. "I presume you know what this is."
That annoyingly smug and oddly childish grin didn't waver from Bella's face. If anything, Regina could swear that the woman's delight was steadily increasing. "So Queen Queen enjoys playing with Bella's heart does she?" She let out a joyful laugh, her eyes filling with an unhinged sparkle.
There is something very wrong with this woman. Regina didn't know how it had taken her so long to register this. She felt Bella's hand tighten around her neck.
"You squeeze, I squeeze." Regina declared. She pressed down on the woman's heart just hard enough to give her a tester.
Again Bella winced, but her grip didn't loosen. Rather the woman decided boldly to squeeze Regina's neck more intensely. In turn Regina tightened her hold as well; if it labored Bella any, it didn't show on her face.
The pair locked eyes, light brown eyes blazing into dark brown. And Regina couldn't help but notice how dark, almost soulless, the only hint of life in them was that gleam wild fury. One of Bella's thick tangled curls made its way into her face and swayed with every harsh exhale the woman gave.
For seconds that seemed more akin to minutes they stood like that, oddly captivated by one another.
Regina should have crushed the woman's heart then and there. But a fresh idea came to her mind. Perhaps it wasn't a better idea. Or a good idea at all really, but Regina raised the woman's hear to her lips. "You will let go of me."
The look on Bella's face alone as her grip unwillingly loosed, alone, made it seem like a good idea. With the ability to keep Regina pinned against the wall now lost to her, Bella let her hands fall to her sides. Though they didn't stay there for long. This time Regina was quick to add, "And you won't resume our fight until I say so."
With no other options, Bella settled for furiously eyeing Regina with murder on her broken mind.
Regina tossed the woman's heart from one hand to the next. "I do believe you understand what this means?" When Bella didn't respond Regina continued. "It means you are going to do what I tell you to. Evidently I have no allies in this land so I'll take what I can get. A few moments ago aside, you seem like the kind of person who could offer me protection I can't get elsewhere." She hoped that her smug smirk outdid Bella's.
The woman in mind seemed to relax, but in a way that was equally as unnerving as her enraged frenzy. "Alright then luv. You can have Bella." She licked at her smiling lips, leaving Regina to wonder just what had rendered in the Bella's mind.
