Love me Apocalyptic

Chapter Ten: Still Need You

Still Hungry

-Adelitas Way, Still Hungry-

Regina doesn't sleep the night after she fucks Emma Swan. Emma Swan who is Henry's birth mother, the town's savior, and Regina's closest, dare she say, only friend.

It's all so fucked up, the situation they are in and none is more aware of this than Regina. She didn't mean to push Emma away so rudely, but she couldn't help it. She didn't want to tangle her feelings for the blonde sheriff with this thing this monster made her. She didn't want to ruin her feelings with such impure carnal actions.

But even as she stands by the window, staring sightlessly into the streets as the dark turns to light gradually, the thing inside her crawls and craves and leaves her panting in near pain sometimes from the force of it. She tries and refrains from touching herself again throughout the night, her bed a crumpled mess as each time she finishes and goes to stare out the window, trying to convince herself not to leap out the window and show up at Emma's door.

It's a disease, a sort of madness that has her very soul and body and heart chained. All she can think of is fucking Emma in every way possible imaginable. And she just wants this to stop, but she doesn't because it feels so very good and right and she wants it so bad it hurts to breathe at times. It's unbearable, the weight of needing Emma crushing her, making her feel like nothing without her. She is, nothing without her. Nothing but an empty shell, dark and dank and Emma could be the light to warm her up, to fill her with colors if only Regina could have her, could indulge in her once more.

No, its madness combined with addiction. An addiction to being mad. She craves the insanity of need overwhelming her and each time she slips and indulges in what corrupts her mind she comes out, fighting it valiantly and vainly, yet only wanting to yield to it, to have more of it. And she ends up slipping up again and again, more intentionally each time than the last until her addiction becomes the defining feature of who she is, of what she can only be. She is constrained by it, commanded by it, motivated by it, and it takes the fact that she knows Emma won't like this that holds her back. She doesn't want to hurt the object of her twisted desires because no matter how deeply she has fallen, she will not take Emma down with her. The beast in Regina knows, has a sort of impulse to keeping Emma happy. It would never do anything to upset her.

And so because of this, and until Emma gives Regina the go ahead, all the mayor can do is bite the inside of her cheek, clamp her thighs shut and pray she won't lose more of herself than she already has to this thing she has become.

...But those are brave words. Courageous effort. Because in the end, she caves. Caves maybe within an hour of making that declaration.

And she hates how physically strong but mentally and emotionally weak this vampire curse has made her. Throwing on some clothes she leaves her house in a hurry, her feet desperately taking her down a familiar path while her mind and insides churn in tandem.

Emma awoke to a ringing doorbell at six in the morning. Groaning and cursing whoever it was for this unholy hour, she rolled out of bed and trudged down the stairs, turning the lights on as she made her way down. It was still dark in her house, that's how early it was, so whoever it was better have a damn good reason for waking her up, like a freaking cyclops invasion or free pizza. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yanked the door open, about to give the person on the other end some of her mind when she saw who it was and choked on her words.

"Regina?"

The brunette shot her a pained look, eyes tinged with naked lust dipping down to Emma's bedtime outfit of a tank top and boy shorts. They stayed down there a long time before Emma snapped her fingers. "Hey. Hey. I'm up here."

Regina jerked her head back up with some effort. "I'm sorry, it's just..." She bit her bottom lip, tips of her fangs poking out and making her look sultry. She cast furtive glances up and down the empty street to see if anyone else was around before lowering her voice. "It wasn't enough," she admitted in a choked gasp, unable to meet Emma's gaze for shame, and beginning to shake visibly like a drug addict in a withdrawal. She drew her arms around her shoulders as if she could stop the tremors rocking her body. "Last night wasn't enough."

"What are you? A sex depraved teen?" Emma ribbed, because she was overwhelmed by Regina's open admission, by her desperate state. Regina was never forthcoming with her inner most workings. To be open like this meant something serious. Was she asking for more? After she had kicked Emma out so rudely before? Made her feel like it had all meant nothing? Like it hadn't been the best sex Emma's had in years?

"It's not funny!" Regina hissed, because yes, that's how she was feeling right now but ten times worse. It was like last night hadn't happened for her body. And here she was running back to her addiction, begging for more.

"Sorry," Emma apologized.

"God," Regina ran a shaky hand through her hair. "I hate myself so much. I hate this so much. I just-"

Emma couldn't stand the pain on Regina's face. She cupped it gently with her hands and Regina finally looked up at Emma. "It's fine. It's going to be okay." She ran her thumbs over red stained cheeks. "I'll help you. But on one condition: you don't dismiss me like you did yesterday." Emma couldn't stand having her dream come true only for it to mean nothing. At least she wanted Regina to act like it meant something.

"I didn't mean to. I was just...confused...and worried I'd hurt you and-" Regina tripped over her tongue to inspirit Emma's fears.

Emma slid a finger to shush her. "Less talking. Let's take care of you first, okay?"

Regina's shoulders sagged in grateful relief and she closed her eyes as she exhaled. When she opened her eyes again her eyes were dark black and filled with unrepressed beastly hunger.

They poofed up into Emma's bedroom in purple smoke. "Let me at least get you into bed this time," Regina said, voice strained, feeling a hint of guilt at her rough handling of Emma last time.

"Hmm, that would be great." To be fair, Regina could take Emma anywhere and the blonde wouldn't be mad. Emma hummed as Regina began to suck on her neck right next to the collarbone. Emma had instantly gone from 'I could sleep for a century' to 'I could skydive right now', Regina's touch skittering over her shoulders, to her chest, to her torso, to her backside, as if it was uncertain what it wanted to touch more.

Regina was more controlled this time, compared to her actions last time. It must have had to do with how now that she had gotten the first fuck out of her system, she had a bit more control over herself.

Or at least it felt that way for about all of ten seconds before Regina grew frustrated with her body's own indecision about what to touch and she hefted Emma up, the sheriff wrapping her long legs around the brunette's waist as she walked them to the bed and threw them both down. Regina landed on top and with complete disregard for her own expensive wardrobe, which showed how far gone she was, ripped her shirt and jacket off in two jerky motions. Underneath she was missing a bra, revealing perfect mouthwatering breasts, nipples hard.

"You've been hiding these bad boys from me all this time, teasing me with them," Emma said as she grabbed a handful of flesh in each hand and began to knead them, enjoying their heavy weight and warmth. Regina merely groaned in answer; Emma had forgotten that when Regina got like this, she wasn't much of a talker. She leaned in to kiss Emma again and their mouths clashed in battle, tongues sliding against each other, tasting each other, as Emma tried to slide a leg in between Regina's. The woman placed a hand on Emma's knee and held it still before pulling away and leaving Emma's hands feeling empty.

"Where are you going?" Emma asked breathlessly, getting her answer a second later as Regina's hand tore the blonde's panties off revealing glistening wetness. "Oh! There." Emma gasped out as Regina's lips descended on Emma's nether lips.

Both hers and Regina's moans mingled together at the contact and Regina began her job of probing every inch of Emma's wetness with her tongue, lapping up the juices that flowed free, not letting a single drop go to waste.

Tasting Emma was just as amazing as it had been last time, and Regina felt like she could live forever off of the taste. She didn't need blood; Emma filled her up completely, making her warm inside. She closed her eyes in enjoyment, fingers in a death grip on Emma's thighs.

Heat snaked up, arching along the dance of Regina's tongue, infecting Emma until she was left gasping and panting and writhing and tugging at Regina's brown hair painfully.

Regina's head game always went to her head. And she wasn't even aware it was her screaming until she came down from the mountain she had just climbed. Surprisingly, this time Regina didn't need to be coaxed from in between Emma's thighs. She sat up, mouth wet, clear substance having dripped down her collarbone. She slowly licked her lips, fangs showing, as Emma watched and fuck, it wasn't fair how hot she looked right now. "Mine." This time Regina's statement was less of a question, but it wasn't certain either.

"Yes, yours," Emma reminded and then Regina settled back in between the blonde's legs, this time using both her fingers and tongue.

"Oh my god," Emma sighed out as she collapsed onto her back next to a similarly panting Regina. "I think I broke my strap on after that last round. I'm just gonna add it to the list of things you owe me, like a new outfit and a new bed-sheet and pillow set."

"I didn't mean," Regina swallowed as she tried to regain her breath, "to."

The sheets were completely soaked with their past activities and the pillow had been ripped apart by Regina's fangs as she had tried to cover her cries so that the neighbors wouldn't hear. It had been in vain. Her cries had been too loud.

"It's okay. As long as you feel better," Emma murmured sleepily, already ready to go back to sleep. It was what, 10? She'd been going at it with Regina for the past four hours or so. Mainly Emma had been trying to give it to Regina succinctly. To leave her satisfied for at least the next day. She'd pulled out her whole arsenal for this. Fingers, tongue, dildo, vibrator, strap on and so forth and on. She was beat. This had been more work than fighting Maleficent had been.

Regina had also given as good as she got and Emma knew she was going to be pleasantly sore for at least a week. And she'd have to wear long sleeves and scarves for a while. Regina's marks were all over her, the woman having left monster sized hickey's everywhere- on Emma's breasts, her neck, her shoulder and the inside of her thighs.

Emma huffed in amusement to herself. Monster sized hickey's cause Regina was a vampire. Ha.

"I do," Regina husked, magicking a blanket onto them and snuggling up to Emma. Emma wrapped her arm around a curvy waist and was instantly conked out within seconds. Regina was slower to go to sleep, using feather light touches to trace the contour of Emma's jaw, the line of her neck, her collarbone. She could still taste Emma on her lips, feel her between her legs.

Mine, she thought, fiercely protective. But it wasn't just the beast in her that thought it this time.

Regina woke up before Emma, gently pulling free from her and gathering her clothes up. She needs a shower but she'll take it at home because if she stays here any longer she might combust from want once more. This time the beast inside her is more sated, which is a miracle in within itself. She never thought it could be, but it's almost purring inside her, urging her to take a different course of action.

Mate is tired. Mate needs sustenance after the activities. Feed her.

Regina was on edge at that, finding it so odd that the virus could be so...caring towards Emma where in all other causes the virus caused the infected to go crazed and to hurt indiscriminately. Something is off about the way Regina is being affected and Regina wonders if it has to do because she and Emma are so close as friends and as co-parents. Or maybe it has to do...with what, exactly? She doesn't know but the beast inside her does and it unnerves her how well it seems to think Emma is it's mate. It's perfect match. If monsters could even love, she scoffs to herself.

It must just be a weird side affect.

She quietly makes a late lunch for Emma and then sneaks out of the house before she can be tempted to stay back and wake Emma up with gentle kisses to the side of her face. The more carnal aspects of Regina's monster side toward Emma are expected and make sense. But these softer feelings...don't.

She needs to do more research on this. And if books and the internet will only give her so much, she needs to look somewhere where she can get concrete results. And that means going outside the wall. The barrier that has kept Storybrooke safe for so long.

She doesn't know what she'll find out there, but with her new powers and her infected state, she doesn't worry too much about any harm that could befall her. And she won't be telling Emma anything either, because she knows the blonde will worry over her. She'll do this in secret, just like some other things she has been keeping secret from Emma for the blonde's own sake.

Determination in her veins, she poofs over to her house to avoid sunlight and starts planning for her course of action. Halfway through her phone buzzes and she checks it to see that Emma has texted her.

Thnx for the food.

Three dots as Regina waits for Emma to continue texting.

R u okay now? Need anything else?

Regina sucks in a breath. There are definitely more things she could need from Emma, but she won't let her mind fall into a fantasy right now. She has bigger things to worry about. Namely on not ruining this relationship she has with the savior just because of some stupid virus.

I'm fine for now.

She hesitates, before adding on something more. Thank you. For everything.

On the other end of the phone, Emma's brows furrow up as she glares at the little screen. It all sounds so formal, the thank you. Emma sucks in her bottom lip, worrying at it. Damn it. She feels so insecure. Does Regina really not see this as anything more? As there never being anything more?

Emma knows it's foolish to hope, but surely there has to be some reason why Regina keeps lusting after her and no one else. Or at least, Emma hopes there is no one else involved in this. But right now is not a great time to bring up emotions when they pale in comparison to what Regina is going through and what the outside world looks like.

Maybe when everything is resolved they can talk about what this all means. If, it means anything at all. Emma clicks the phone shut and stretches her arms above her head. She's going to be deliciously sore for a couple of days.

Regina teleports to the border of the town, heels sinking into the soft mossy ground and crickets chirping in the air. It will be a dangerous world outside to navigate, but it's not like she can get sick. She's already sick. And, she needs answers. A cure, preferably.

But, one never knows what can be found outside the border, besides the expected chaos and blood shed. Sucking in a breath, she steps through.

Instantly her senses are alive with sounds and smells not like those in Storybrooke. Regina can smell the blood and smoke from here and she has to steel her muscles before she takes an involuntary step forward, teeth bared and a growl coming to life within her throat. It takes longer than she would like fighting this thing inside her, her nostrils flaring with the effort and her fingers curling and uncurling. Out here she doesn't have magic to fight, to defend against, to control, this thing inside her. She was aware of that when she first stepped out here but now she's not as sure in her ability to control herself.

Emma. Emma would not be happy if I did something like kill a human, Regina tells it and the beast shrinks back, realizing it's true.

No, she must be happy, it frets and relents and Regina is able to let out a shaky breath. She has managed to tame it for now and she shakes her head, and takes a step forward of her own volition.

She didn't bother bringing a car because she didn't want to clue Emma in on it being gone in case she drove past the house on her midnight shift. And something told Regina she's fast enough on her own without a car.

Her body comes alive, thrumming and brimming with caged energy she hasn't released in a while. And like this, it's almost easy to forget what a burden being a vampire is when she can move so quickly. When she feels so strong. Unbreakable. Unstoppable.

She pulls into the nearest town and carefully picks her way through it, not even out of breath from her run. It's almost like she took a brisk walk.

Here her powerful nose can pick up on the stench of decaying bodies and of leaking motor oil and rotting food. She wrinkles up her nose in disgust and swallows down bile that wants to rise to her mouth. She doesn't know exactly what she's looking for, but this is as good a start as she'll ever get.

She picks her way through litter and chunks of building and cars. On the news the devastation had looked...less. Out here, it looked like so much more. Like it was real. The impact of it fully hit her. The world was in real danger of ending and she had been sitting inside her safe bubble, doing nothing. If the world out here ended, it didn't matter if Storybrooke was fine, because the very fabric of this universe could rip at the seams and they could end up back in the Enchanted forest, or worse, discorporated.

Regina let out an aggrieved sigh. Emma had been right to a certain degree. They had to do something. Something to fix all this, otherwise Storybrooke was in a whole other world of danger.

Regina couldn't help but feel a bit helpless in the face of all this. Of the Herculean task awaiting her. She closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose. One step at a time, she reminded herself. That way everything would be alright.

But as the night wore on and Regina scoured the town, looking into the local pharmacy for maybe some medicine, looking into the news station for hopes of any unprinted news she could use, she found the place was mainly a ghost town with a couple infected here and there, skittering through the ruins. She could feel their eyes on her, but none dared to approach her, either scared or disinterested.

Feeling irritated by the lack of progress, Regina decided to call it a night for now and head back before the sun rose. Without her magic here, she would be at the mercy of the light if she was out for too long.

But this wasn't Regina's last foray out. It became an almost nightly occurrence and with her vampire state, she didn't need as much sleep as before and so she rarely felt tired.

She ventured out, using her new found speed to race by to her destinations. It's oddly freeing, being able to rush so carelessly and quickly. The wind rushes through her. The surroundings are a blur. And her heart sings as her bones and muscles stretch, the beast inside her salivating at being able to finally be put to use. It's almost another type of addiction of it's own.

She's fast. Faster than she can remember other vampires being. Her feet barely touch the ground as she soars and she pushes faster and faster, her muscles aching but in a delightful manner as she pushes herself even more to see how far and how fast she can go.

When she comes down from her run, it takes her a bit to remember herself because the urge to keep going, to get to the other side of the world, fills her to the brim and she has to remember why she is out here, why she is running in the first place. And then the vampire inside her snarls like an upset pup and slinks back, curling its tail around its paws and awaiting patiently for her to call out its powers once more.

And it's delighted to show off when Regina comes face to face with some cocky vampire upstarts. Regina's been traveling farther and farther from Storybrooke in hopes of finding something. And she does find something: disappointment.

Occasionally she sees humans, struggling to survive and she avoids them because she doesn't want to be tempted by their blood, or have to run from them because no doubt they will see her as a threat and want to kill her and then she'll be forced to fight them. The vampires she is less worried about. For the most part they seem unsettled by her and she likes it just fine that way.

But when some do cross her path, she meets them head on.

With annoyance and disdain at first. She drops the empty medicine case of a governmental worker sent to take samples and straightens up from her crouch. "What do you want from me?" she huffs, irritated when they sidle up behind her, way too close to be simply observing out of curiosity.

"You carry the smell of delicious human on you," says the leader, a boy with shaggy blonde hair and a piercing in one ear. "Why don't you share?"

This clues Regina in on the fact that they can smell Emma on her, and that potentially she could be making a scent path back and forth from her town by being so careless and thoughtless about scenting before. It makes her most displeased, especially when they speak so disrespectfully about Emma. "I'm afraid there isn't anything left to share."

But vampires in the outside world cannot be reasoned with and so her saying no does nothing except make them angry. Additionally, they are hungry, looking skinny and starved.

"We can still smell that she's alive, you bitch," growled out the fatter of the trio. Their shoulders hunched up and their fangs were bared. "You've been fucking her and not drinking her blood."

They could tell all that from just her scent? How mortifying and potentially dangerous.

"You're one of them soul mate bitches," snapped the leader. "Your kind disgusts me. People are to eat not love."

A soul mate bitch? What did that even mean? "What are you talking about?" she asks, turning to face them. The leader stands in front while his two lackeys circle to her sides, caging her in the space. Anger thrums under her veins and the vampire inside her yowls in excitement, ready to shed blood and protect their mate. But whatever he is speaking of, she will learn no more because in the next second chaos explodes around her.

She's never fought hand to hand before, or even used her vampire powers for violence but she doesn't need to worry. Instincts take over and she's moving on adrenaline and rage alone. To an outsider, the fight would be an incomprehensible blur of motion and hissing and loud sounds of impact. But to Regina everything seemed slowed down, as if the vampires were moving through tar. It was the most odd of sensations but it helped greatly. She was able to react in milliseconds, hands lashing out to scratch, feet kicking, or abdominal twisting to avoid injury.

And the trio of vampires are tough, insistent idiots. They would kill Regina to get to Emma and no doubt will follow the scent trail Regina has made in order to get to Emma. So it means Regina only has one choice. To kill them.

She's already helped Hook and Emma slay a few vampires. Except this time, it'll be different. She'll be fast enough to actually do it properly.

Starved and surprised by Regina's ability to dodge them, they don't present much of a challenge. Regina's hand bursts through one of their chests and rips his heart out, grinding it to ash in her hand and he falls to the ground, done. The other two don't waver at their comrades death, just power on, even more maddened by the additional blood lust.

They redouble their efforts and Regina gains a couple of superficial scratches and bruises. But there is no way in hell she's going to lose this fight, not when it comes to protecting Emma. They must never dare reach Emma. We have to protect our mate!

Regina doesn't need further urging. She lashes and lunges and is rewarded soon with another vampire's death, gone in the same bloody way as the first. The leader now is all that is left and he begins to waver in his decision to attack her. His hesitation is all the edge she needs to finally fell him as well in one quick clean motion.

There's something about flesh on flesh violence that is even more intoxicating than when she had used magic as the Evil Queen and killed hundreds. It's so personal. So intimate. The beast inside her wants more.

But she won't let it have more. With a quick input on how Emma would disapprove of this, the beast gives up. It seems using Emma is a good way to control it. She needs to head back now and clean up, and find a way to mask her scent so that nothing like this can happen again.

But while the night is about secret discoveries and clue hunting, the day is all about Emma.

Regina can't seem to get enough of her. Correction, the monster inside of her can't. And maybe there is more than Regina would like to admit on how she's starting to see more and more how her human part needs Emma too.

She's always seen Emma as head strong, stubborn, valiant, and determined. She's admired her for many things and it seems the beast inside her is only making her more aware of these good qualities that Emma has. And while she tries to fight it, tries to fight the insatiable urge to mark Emma with her lips and teeth and nails, she finds she cannot resist.

She wants her. All of her.

All the time.

She doesn't even have the capacity to be disappointed in herself when she picks up the phone and calls Emma. She should working on cracking the clues to this virus but she can't focus when all she can think of is pale flesh and blonde hair spun around her fingers.

Emma answers on the first ring and Regina's heart leaps into her throat, as the spot between her legs throbs fiercely. She sighs out. "Emma..."