Hey, i am so sorry for the long break i took from ths story, but I am going to write a few chapters ahead this time, so that when i do not feel like writing or when I don't have the time, i can still i=give you your story. From now on i will be updating daily again. I hope you'll like it.

enjoy!

x Muriel

Chapter Ten

Regina looked at the flame dancing in her hands. Magic was still incredibly unstable around here, it was still something that mostly didn't work, even though she had breathed in the spells from her mother's old spell book.

The black magic that her mother had used to heal her, to pull out the death spell from Rumple, made her magic stronger, more stable. She felt her magic pulsing through her veins. The magic that would have wreaked havoc back in the Enchanted forest, made her desire to do it here bigger, and it felt like she was betraying Henry.

Henry isn't here, her mind told her and she took a deep breath to channel her magic and she teleported herself to a safe location in the woods nobody would see her, not even her mother, as she let flames burst from her fingertips. A wicked laugh ripped loose from her throat before she even knew what she was doing. God this felt so good. Being powerful again.

She would show that damned Emma Swan and her charming parents what she could do. They have taken Henry from her when she promised to change herself. They didn't trust in her and perhaps she should use that mistrust and show them what they should truly fear.

But you won't get Henry back like that. Her mind warned again, and that made the flames shrink until they were all gone. Now she was just surrounded by smoke and burnt, black trees. She was surrounded by the death she always was surrounded by. She was a destructive force that was hard to stop, even she herself had trouble with it.

The big looming darkness made her desire to just let go and let the flames and darkness swallow everything whole grow with a rapidness she didn't even know she could feel. It was something that scared her in a way, because it meant she really was like her mother.

She was like her mother in a way that she had promised herself she would never become again. Not after what she had become in the Enchanted forest.

She decided that walking back, instead of using her magi again, was smarter. Yes, she would probably be a target for the hate of all the citizens of Storybrooke as she walked back to her mansion, but using magic again fuelled the darkness that she had to fight to deserve to have her son back.

When multiple people rushed over to the Queen to give them a piece of their mind and to do harm, they wanted the menace gone from this town, and have it be safe again. She could ignore most of them, to avoid them, but when someone approached her with a, rather cliché, pitchfork that she had no clue where they had even gotten it, she felt the hunger to harm grow again.

Gripping her violently, constricting her throat until she handled on instinct and had her hand within the chest of the person in the blink of an eye, and the pitchfork clattered to the ground.

Her instincts are something that are very hard to shake, and with the magic she possesses again, it is just her nature to rip out someone's heart out when they become a threat.

Of course that is the moment Emma comes riding back into town with Henry in tow in that yellow contraption she calls a car. Emma betrayed her trust. She left when she said she wouldn't. She took Henry from her when she said she wouldn't. She feels a new surge of white hot anger surge up from within her, mixed with a flare of pain. She had been foolish in trusting the woman.

Emma slammed the car door violently closed and was glad that she had already dropped Henry of at home and that she just had Gold in the back of her car, poisoned when she saw what was happening. At the sight of Regina with her hand in someone's chest instead her being home and sick like Emma had expected, she was surprised and disappointed in the woman.

She had really thought that she would change for their son. Henry wasn't safe with that woman. She could see that so clearly now. Henry was her son, because that woman…. That woman wasn't a mother anymore. Not if she would do that to anyone that crossed her path. Attacking innocent people wasn't something she ought to be doing anymore. This wasn't the Enchanted Forest. For the first time she felt like she was truly seeing the Evil Queen in her true form.

'Regina!' She cried out as she furiously approached the woman, with a fire in her eyes she didn't know she had left. Emma stomped towards her and shoved the woman back.

Regina had lost her focus when Emma had yelled her name and she had released the heart. When she was shoved back, her heeled feet lost their balance and when she felt the gravel of the road underneath her hands she felt that delicious fire licking at her fingers again, as darkness wreaked a havoc within her, and it was begging to be released.

'Ms. Swan, how kind of you to return to our quaint town once again.' Regina said sarcastically. The man whose heart she had just held was now fleeing down the street in fear of the woman that rose with a grace, no one but the infamous Evil Queen held.

Emma her heart was violently pounding in her chest when she saw Regina like this. 'I had to go. I didn't have a choice.' She found herself saying to defend herself from the remark that had left Regina her mouth. It wasn't fair of her to say that. She knew she had made a promise to Regina to stay, but Rumple had made her go to New York to find his lost son. She owed him, and she knew he would hurt Henry otherwise.

'You always have a choice, that's something your dear mother has told me a million times at least.' Regina said and tried to mask the hurt in her voice with anger. When she was sick, close to dying she trusted Emma not to leave her, but she did, and there was a loathing and mistrust between them again.

Something that hadn't been so bad since they first met. Perhaps she should make another seeping curse and this time give it successfully to Emma. She didn't truly want that. She would never hurt someone that Henry felt so closely connected to, that would do too much harm to her son. The darkness though, that really wanted to curse this whole damned town all over again. Have Henry to herself like she had a year ago. This just wasn't fair.

'Regina what the hell were you just doing.' Emma asked instead of replying to what Regina said. Was that hurt she had heard in her voice? No, she must have just imagined it. Something that close to a monster couldn't feel hurt anymore, could it? Could she?

'What did it look like I was doing?' Regina shot back and she didn't know why she didn't just tell Emma that she was provoked. He was going to kill her. This was just her defensive response to being approached by someone that wanted to harm her. Self-defence. But that would be her telling Emma she looked weak enough to be attacked by just some measly peasants, and that wasn't something they would have done if she looked strong enough. She wasn't going to be weak. Never.

'Henry will be devastated when I tell him what you just did.' Emma said. She wasn't going to say our son, because she didn't really felt like Regina had a say over him as mother anymore. Not like this. Henry wasn't Regina's son. Henry was hers. She felt a possessiveness pulse inside of her that she had never felt before, but she wasn't sharing her son anymore. Not with a woman like this.

Regina her face paled for a moment at the mention of her son. Her precious baby. 'No, I will not let you poison Henry against me.' She said with a disbelieving shake of her head. She didn't care if she looked weak like this. This was about her son. Anxiety and fear rushed through her and she just hoped to whatever gods were out there that it wasn't true, that Emma wouldn't tell Henry. She shouldn't have reacted the way she did, but her mother had gotten into her head.

'That's an interesting word choice, since you already did.' Emma spit out with a humourless little smile on her face in slight disgust of the woman in front of her. Had she really felt something for this vile woman just before her trip? What had gotten into her? Emma turned away to walk back to her car with fury and anger bubbling inside of her.

'I want to see him; he deserves to hear my side of the story. He's my son.' Regina said as she marched after Emma. She wouldn't let Emma tell lies to Henry about her. These people were going to kill her if she hadn't done something. Yes, this move had been a mistake, but she could do better. She would become better. She was trying for him.

'He's not! He's mine!' Emma screamed back as she turned back to Regina. Did this woman really think after all that she had done, that she would still get a chance to even see Henry? Not a damned chance in hell. 'And after this, you're not getting anywhere near him!' Emma added as to rub salt in the deep wound she just created for Regina.

Regina's mouth fell open and emotion and pain were the only things she could feel. Well that, and betrayal. This woman that had made such promises to her before, now was taking her son away from her for a second time around. Even though she had the legal right to him, she had just lost her son. This wasn't fair.

A crowd had started to gather, as everyone wanted to see what the Saviour would do the Evil Queen. Would she be killed so that they all could be freed from the woman that had haunted them all? Would they finally see the death of the woman who deserved most to die?