Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time, I only own Lavender, which is it. (For now)
Warnings: NOT JUST FOR THIS CHAPTER! : Child Abuse, non conceptual sex (mentions, not really detailed), nudity, gore, and Language.
JUST FOR THIS CHAPTER: Very mild language, I think.
Spoilers for some episodes, but I do not know which, so If you didn't watch some, you better. If I do know a specific episode, I will be sure to tell you.
Authors Note: For some reason I want to type the Dark lord for Rumplestiltskin instead of Dark One.
I decided to do a different point of view for (part of) this chapter because, well I didn't feel like doing it all in Lavender/Ravia's POV. . .yeah. I usually hate it when the Author changes the p.o.v and I like a certain main character (I only found one story that I actually like it when the author does this ) and they change the P.O.V on me, but I thought we would like to know where jinx goes when he is not seen with Lavender/Ravia.
So, there I was, looking at pictures of the evil queen thinking to myself: Maybe I should change my cover and I ran across some pictures of lana parilla during one of those photo shoots and smiling and I have to say: She is cute when she smiles all genuinely-like. Plus I think Jennifer Morrison is just adorable – I think that is the right word, but I am not sure – I love her eyes. And here is a question I am dyeing to ask: who else likes here hair better brown? I like it blonde (a little) but I like the brown better, it brought out her eyes.
Ok, enough admiring, back to the story, Me. I actually thought the first Quote in my quote box was cute, so I had to put it there .
"'We'll be Friends forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.
'Even longer,' Pooh answered."
By A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
"Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything."
By Muhammad Ali
Chapter 7-
Third Person-
A man walks in the forest alone, the only noise being the wildlife around him and the soft crunch beneath his boots. It had been a year since he had seen the childish witch, and his harvest was very successful, he had no regrets for seeing the witch, she had done what he had asked and more just for the small payment of his time.
Surprisingly the harvest that the witch had granted him made a lot of money, and he was thankful. But now, as he walks through the forest, he believes that maybe seeing the witch would be a much better idea than seeing the Dark One, but he didn't know how to get to her, and time was running out. His daughter was dyeing and he wished she were better.
'Hello, Dearie?' A golden-skinned man sat on a log, holding something in his hand. The man thought about why he was speaking to the Dark one and not the Child-like Witch.
"I've come for my daughter." The man began. "She is gravely ill-" The man was shushed by The Dark One's hand.
"If I cure your daughter. . ." The Dark One's hand touches his chin in thought. "I will have your humanity, or as much as I can take." A wicked grin curls unto his lips. The man looks at the Imp befuddled.
"What will I become if you take my humanity?" Then the man gasps. "Will I ever get to see my daughter again?"
"That, dearie, is entirely up to you." The Imp states. He jumps off the log to land in front of the man. "As for what you become, that would be your inner animal." He growls.
"Will she be safe? From me?"
"Curious, Curious." The imp Tsk's "Have you ever heard of the cat that died at the hand of curiosity?"
"Yes, but satisfaction brought it back, correct?"
"I suppose so." The Dark One thought, a smile on his face. "Give this," He holds up a vial of pink liquid "To your daughter, and the deal will be complete. You will have a week to give it to her. If you don't the Vial will disappear, and your beloved Rosalie will die." Rumplestiltskin danced around the man. "When you give the vial to her, you will have one day to say your goodbyes in the human language. You then decide what is next." He places the Vial in the man's hand. "Good luck, dearie." And with that, The Dark One disappears into a thick, purple smoke.
(Still Third Person ) (In the past: The first day of Lavender's job/ CH5: Crimson Blood)
A black cat jumps into a window that just so happens to belong to the Mayor's house. The cat lands gracefully on the inside of the house's kitchen and begins his search. He keeps himself close to the ground; his 3 black and 1 white paw soundlessly pull him further into the house.
(First person, the cat)
The sound of the door closing startles me into jumping behind a nearby shelf.
"Henry," Regina Scolds. "I-" she suddenly stops. I pull myself deeper behind the shelf, afraid that I have been spotted. If she finds me she would surely bring me back to my mistress' care, but don't get me wrong, I love my mistress with all the humanity left in my body. I just have to do this, for mistress, for her happiness and love.
After a moment of silence it was broken by Henry's shouting: "You really are the Evil Queen!" and the sound of stomping up the stairs. The boy shouldn't have said something so harsh, and despite every muscle in my body telling me to go and comfort the old queen, I stay where I am. I need to finish what I have started. I poke my head out, eyes accessing the emptiness around me. They mustn't have made it deeper into the house before fighting. I heard the soft click of the heels that women wear in this strange realm. I quickly huddle between the shelves again, listening to the quiet sobs of the Queen. This is for her happiness too. I poke my head out again, making sure the queen is nowhere in sight, or that she can't see me. I can't see her. I inch forward, my eyes darting to the quickest hiding spots and looking out for the Queen – or mayor, I had herd her called that title before.
I don't see her in the kitchen so I assume she is in the living area. I make my way up the stairs, careful to not make a noise. So many rooms. I don't know which one is the Queen's chamber, nor do I know which one is the Queen's study. I peek through an open door, nope, the kid's room. Another room, three doors down, looks like the Queen's chamber. I look around. All other doors are closed. Round door knobs hang there and mock me. I hear someone coming up the stairs and I duck into the closest room.
She walks into the study, leaving the door open a crack. Now or never. Maybe Never, NOW! I quickly dart into the room and head to the closest hiding spot, under the desk. I wait as the queen writes on papers, and occasionally looking to the door. Her gaze was forlorn up to a certain point, and then it all became dangerous. Her face became fierce her hands clutch a coffee mug beside her and throw it across the room, hitting the wall with a crash. I cringe inwardly as the poor cup became millions of little pieces. I hear her sigh as she –finally- walks towards and out the door, shutting it behind her. I immediately search through the drawers as fast as I can. I find what I am looking for in the last drawer – the one that took the most time. I grab the ring and head out the window, searching for my mistress.
(Third person: Past)
A man walked away from a lone house. He looks back only once to whisper a goodbye to his daughter, who was starring out the chamber window mournfully. He had explained to his daughter that the harvest would save her from being impoverish, due to the deal he had made. He told her that once his humanity is taken away, he didn't know what he would become, so it was best for him to leave while the transformation took place.
When he reached the forest his whole body burned. He curled up into a fetal position; the last thing he saw was Rumplestiltskin's grin.
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He woke up on a bed with a small tan blanket covering him and an unfamiliar house –giant house- around him. He moves out of the blanket to find a black furry body, only one paw has white, as if he is wearing a small Cat-fitted mitten. His heart beat rose, He rose to his four paws and began crying.
'Hey, it's alright.' A woman – no the witch he corrected. He calms a bit, knowing he is in the right hands.
What happened? He thought.
'You had your humanity taken away, it was fortunate that you were left with the most of it.' She then frowned. 'As for your form, I am sorry to say, it is a cat.'
I thought as much.
'Well, cat, what is your name?' she picked him up and looked him in the green eyes of the cat.
I don't think my name will suit this particular form, miss. She nodded.
'Then may I choose a name for you?' He nodded. She looks him over again. 'Well then, Jinx, What is it you would like to eat?' She smiles.
Lovely. He wiggles Jinx, what a lovely name. I accept.
(Jinx, First Person)
I think I remember something about Mistress' work - yes it is her first day. I strut into her room, now making as much noise as I possibly can. I lay the ring on her pillow and walk away from the house, in search for mistress.
I saw the man, Rumplestiltskin. His chuckle reaching my ears.
"Well hello, little puss." He laughs and walks away. I huff and keep walking, seeing some familiar faces in the people passing me.
(2 days later)
Mistress comes home from an accident, they say. I can feel her sadness, even though she couldn't see herself. I have to get her into the room, so she can see what I got her, and she could be happy.
I rub against her hand, telling her that I am elated to see her. She gets up and all of them go out of the door again. Well on the bright side she has to go to bed sooner or later. I walk out the door with them only to be guided back inside by a foot.
"No no, Jinx you can't come with, I am sorry." Mistress' sister, Adell –or Glinda - scolds. Not sounding very sorry at all.
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When they make it home the second time Mistress looks distressed, so I rub on her leg. She smiles at me.
"Hello, Baby." I purr as an answer as I rub against her legs. "Are you ok, Jinx?" She asks, picking me up.
Meaw. She snuggles her face against my fur. I then jump out of her hands.
"Well, that was rude, I was hugging you-" I sit there, twitching my tail, watching her. She stops, looking at me curiously. "What is it you want, you silly cat?" she asks, walking towards me. I walk a little down the hall, stop and look back. "You want me to fallow you?" I nod. She takes a step back, but then walks towards me again. I walk into the room and grab the ring. I drop the ring in her hand when she holds her hand out.
Her eyes get distant, and she leans to the ground. I can tell she isn't with me anymore though, so I just sit there, waiting for her to come too.
(Lavender/Ravia's POV)
Flesh on flesh, heart to heart. Everything moves with harmony, with such precision that it seems as though we are meant for one another, our bodies moving together. I have never felt like this in my life. Her hands glide across my body that is glazed in sweat creating a drunken feeling to reach my mind.
In the haze of complete and utter bliss I feel it heightened, and then start to fall off the steep cliff. As I am coming down my partner slides next to me, and pulls me into an embrace. I turn to see Regina next to me, but I am not as surprised as I should be. She smoothes my hair back.
'Sleep, love, we will speak tomorrow.' The promise was true, but that tomorrow was over, we weren't there anymore, we are here, in Storybrooke. Not there. Not there.
It was surprising that I didn't find that at all violating, it felt just like a suppressed memory, coming to light. As if I forgotten my keys and suddenly remembered where I had put them. What I do feel though, is nauseous. My stomach feels as if it has gone through some carnival ride with spins, ducks and speed. I just about threw up all over Jinx. Jinx!
'I am glad you remember me, mistress' He Said? Is this some wacky dream I cannot seem to wake up from?
I stand up, my stomach and mind still reeling. Before I can realize where I am going I am outside, and walking to the forest. Rain starts and I lean against a tree. I'm Ravia, or Lavender – or both.
"Lavender?" Regina? I clear my throat.
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?" She asks, standing in front of me. How come I didn't hear her?
"Um. Yeah." It sounds more like a question. My voice squeaks.
She gives me a confused look. "I do not appreciate being lied to, Miss Thyme." Regina scolds me.
"I am not Miss Thyme." It is whispered, and thus cannot be heard over the pounding rain. She looks at me, expecting an answer.
"Miss Thyme, we are surely going to catch ourselves some colds." Regina took my hand, and she leads me to her Mercedes, guiding me into the back, Henry sitting in front of me. I sat there, thinking about what happened. Can I . . . Really be both Lavender and Ravia, whoever they both may be. If what I think is true . . . then what? What would I do exactly?
"Regina?" She looks to me warily. "I am going to be sick." I jump out of the slow moving car and throw up on the side walk. My eyes moisten as my food goes the wrong way. My nose seeps watery snot. I don't cry, but the feeling makes me want to cry.
"Are you alright?" She asks for the second time.
"Do I look ok?" I shout, just as another spasm takes my stomach, and vomit reaches its destination: the ground. I can smell the vomit even though I have stopped; the smell just makes me want to vomit even more too. I fall to the ground looking to the sky.
"Miss Thyme, stop that this instant, you're disgracing yourself."
"Mom? Is everything alright?" Henry! Yes, Henry, he knew everything, right? I look to him, but his mother already sent him back to the car.
"Miss thyme." Again with the name. It was getting unnerving. I fell myself getting, inches into agitation. I walk back to the car suddenly, the overwhelming to go back home hit me like a ton of bricks. It was just a few minutes later that we were in front of the mayors house and I ran home, slamming the door as I raced in, then running into my room.
"Jinx!" I shout into my room, checking underneath my bed. "Jinx, where are you?"
'Right here, mistress.' Jinx said from the window.
"Where did you get this?" I ask, holding out my hand showing a silver ring on the middle finger, a small purple rose was the only thing on the ring other than the name: RAVIA etched into the inside. That is my name. The door to my room opens again, to find Regina standing there.
"Miss thyme, I do hope – " she stops when she sees the necklace around my neck, and she then trails down to the ring around my finger.
'From the Queen's Study, Mistress' of coarse Regina would have my ring. I did give it to her for safe keeping, apparently it wasn't that safe.
"R-" She stars but shakes her head. "Lavender, what is the matter?"
"Lavender, what did you do this time?" Adell asks. Everyone is suffocating me, pulling me deeper into the darkness I have pushed myself into. I growl, I want to be alone.
"I apologize, madam mayor, for my behavior, I've just been agitated lately." She just nods and clears her throat.
I lie in my bed, starring at the ceiling. Everyone has left with awkward goodbyes and smiles – Adell's glares. Maybe I will talk about this to Henry? Maybe Regina – no, cant do that, I remember she thought I was dead. Maybe Rumplestiltskin, yes rumple will tell me what is going on – probably for a price though.
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Halloween isn't my favorite holiday, but then again, I don't have a favorite holiday. It has been a grueling 2 weeks. No one seems to notice the small changes – aside from Emma, but she doesn't count. – Such as the OCD moments when a certain thing doesn't make a certain sound, or how I always have to have things in a certain way. I correct people on their speech, and I have been painting non-stop, the house literally is filled with them. Aside from the complete obvious there were the thoughts. The thoughts of my family, magic, and love.
I am sitting in the living room, in a witch costume Sage had made me wear.
Even though she and Elphaba are the same person, I noticed the subtle differences, like how Sage was much more kind, but at the same time she knew how to argue. I blame the Lawyer inside her. Or even how Sage looked at me with motherly eyes - not with the pity Elphaba gazed at me with - , and I somehow loved it, and craved it. She looked so much like mother when she doesn't have the green skin. As for Adell though, I couldn't stand her for more than a few moments to actually have the time to notice the differences or similarities – not that I would be able to if I had the chance anyway, Glinda and I rarely talked.
DING-dong
The doorbell woke me from my thoughts, I open the door with the bowl of candy ready in my hands. The first kids –kid- I correct myself it is Henry, with Emma.
"Trick or treat!" A captain America, Henry, just about shouted. I give cackle, getting a startled gasp from the boy.
"I suspect you want candy?" I ask evilly. He nods hastily pulling his bag back a bit. I chuckle, showing him that I was just kidding.
"Here you go, now go rot your teeth out." I grin. He laughs and runs to the neighbors house, leaving Emma (who is a sheriff, lol) sitting there, starring at me. She tilts her cowboy hat and walks off, and I am in no mood to chase after her. A few minutes later the doorbell rung again, for more trick or treater's and it went that way for about a good few hours until there were less and less children coming to my door and eventually Sage and Adella came home from their little 'hang out' for Halloween thing.
It has been about 20 minutes since the last trick-or-treater had come to our house, and we are watching The Orphan and the doorbell rings. I walk to the door and answer it since my sisters are too engrossed into the movie to notice. I open the door to find Madam Mayor in a very sexy –if I may say so myself- witch outfit, compared to mine, a store-bought straight and glossy outfit. Her outfit looked like it was literally made for her, tailored to her every curve –wait, it was, she is the evil queen after all.
"Come on in." I open the door to them, walking into the living room. "Sage, Adell, We have company, shut it off." I heard grunts as answers. "Henry's here." I state, causing them to shut the TV off in record time, the last thing they want is to be wanted by Mayor Mills for giving their kid nightmares.
"Hey, Madam Mayor, How are you?" Adell asks.
"Wonderful, thank you for asking." Madam Mayor's sickly sweet voice layered over us. I was afraid we would get cavities from hearing it, and without even eating a single piece of candy too.
"I would like to ask you, umm. . . Lavender if you would watch Henry on Monday?" she seemed a bit flushed.
"I don't mind." I state, and she turned to leave. I had the feeling that she wanted something else, but let her exit the home anyway. I shrugged to both Sage and Adell's curious looks. I still feel like I am missing something. And I know it isn't just some memories (Although I am still missing most of my memories.) I sit down, not really watching the movie anymore, just thinking about what Regina wanted.
Authors Note: I didn't really want to look to much into this, I am feeling a little down, but I did my best and for now that is all I can do. So Enjoy. Costuctive critisism is appreciated and. . . Hope you had a good halloween :)
Anyway. You should watch this it is called: "Eye of the sparrow" A Bad Lip Reading of the First 2012 Presidential Debate. Hilarious!
Ok to it now: ok so I do have a human name for jinx, and I will write it in the next one if you really want me to, or you can just name him yourself, what ever floats your boat but I think I will just call him Jinx regardless of what you guys choose.
XOXO
Rayne :)