Author's Note: Hey Guys and Girls! I know my updates have been inconsistent it's just whenever I feel like I have time to write a new chapter either some sort of assignment pops up or life gets in the way. Oh and I have exams coming up soon so there's that *sigh, but by the end of may my updates should become consistent because that's when I start my summer break! Anyway, I just wanted to give a quick warning that this chapter will have a lot of references to blood. To be honest I don't really know why I am giving a warning now because basically all my other chapters have had several references to blood, but I thought I will give the heads up anyway lol :P. Enjoy.
Regina's POV:
As soon as I appear in my room I begin to pace.
Why is it we always end up in these positions?!
Every single damn time I let things escalate. I should know better by now, she is the one who is cursed not me, she doesn't know what's she doing. I don't even know how many times I've repeated this to myself anymore. Maybe if I repeat it enough times It actually mean something.
Why did I even go out like this, in my pyjamas.
Looking down at the silk dress I see the small wet patch of her essences that she left behind. A reminder of what happened, of what could have happened if I didn't come to my senses.
I hear the sound of the guestroom door open and instantly look at my bedroom door as I hear her footsteps get closer.
The footsteps stop outside my door for a few seconds before they continue downstairs. I release a much needed breach of air, realising that I had been holding my breath.
Looking back down at the dress I snatch my hands back seeing how close it was to the stain she left behind. Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I can't help but feel embarrassed, I'm acting like a teenager about to have their first time with their crush. Not that I would actually know what that felt like, but I rather not go down that dark path right now. I imagine if I was to have a first time with someone I actually wanted to be with it would feel like this, awkward.
Slowly pulling the silk nightgown off my body and over my head, I gasp as her strong exotic scent engulfs my senses. God I can't deny how good she smells, too good.
Throwing the dress across the room in frustration before collapsing onto the bed, I look up at the celling trying to control my now heightened arousal. As if I wasn't aroused enough, that just made it worse. Squeezing my thighs together to try ignore how slick I was down there; I'm certain I've ruined one of my favourite panties. Bring both hands to my face I let out a small frustrated scream, careful not to wake up Henry or bring any attention to myself. I rather not have the woman who put me in this state burst into my room because she thinks someone is trying to kill the Evil Queen. I don't think I will be able to resist her a second time, no matter how much I tell myself otherwise.
As much as I tell myself what happened in her bedroom can't happen again, won't happened again the past week has proven otherwise.
Trying to ignore this fact, I slowly rise from my bed taking off my ruined red lace panties before removing my matching bra. Making my way to my ensuite bathroom to have a much needed cold shower. knowing I won't be able to resist taking care of myself for a long before I give in due to how aroused I was. Turning on the shower I let out a gasp as the cold water ran down my body.
It was the sun peeking through the blinds that woke me up, it felt like it was only seconds ago that I had fell asleep. As soon as I had my cold shower that did little to take the edge off It took me another hour to fall asleep. Even in sleep my thoughts were plagued with a certain blonde, I'm sure if I was asleep any longer I would have woken up feeling the same desire I felt before I fell asleep.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I get up to get ready for the day, it wasn't long till I was ready, well as ready as I could be.
As much as I hate to admit Emma Swan has broken through several walls in more ways than one in the past few years that many people couldn't do in the past few decades. Her pestering mother being one of them, she is still trying to get me to be her friend, mentally rolling my eyes at that.
I would deny it if someone asked not want to see the cocky smirk I know would appear on Emma's face but she is my friend, my only true friend. We didn't become friends by default because we were both villians the way me and Mal or Ursula became friends. She's not trying to gain something from me the way that pestering fairy Tinkerbell is. I just don't believe she wanted to help be because she was concerned with me being happy and me having my 'happy ending'. I'm almost certain she had her own motives to wanting to help me, everyone does. Well everyone except Emma; she has been the only one in my life that has wanted me to be happy and for me to find my happy ending without any personal agenda. So yes Emma Swan is my friend, which means I almost had sex with my one and only true friend. Why does it seem whenever I find something good I always find a way to mess it up? Plus, Emma is with the one handed pirate, I don't even know why she is with that fool she deserves so much better, so much more than him. And I rather not have another Robin situation, having to deal with the other woman or other man in Emma's case, not that I see Emma the same way I see Robin. Or her being my significant other because she is my friend, and you know friends don't do that. However, friends don't lust for each other either the way I lust for her, I have never wanted anyone in my life the way I wanted Emma yesterday night. Not Graham, not Robin my supposed soulmate.
I can't stop thing about the way she grounded her hips down on my own, the way her arousal that leaked through my dress felt against my skin. The way her lips felt against my body, God the way her hands felt along my legs. I've never felt so wanted in my life by anyone, If I could go back in time I would let her pull down my red lace and let her kiss where we both wanted her to. Just the thought of how eager she was to have her lips against me causes me to release a breathy moan.
What is wrong with me?! Emma is my friend! I just don't understand what has changed, what has made me feel this way, yes I've always known Emma was attractive but I've never let my attraction to her be anything but that. I've learnt from years' experience that acting impulsive, acting with my bodies desires have gotten me nowhere good look at Graham and look how he turned out, dead.
I just don't understand what this curse has done that it has changed everything, made us act so differently. Emma's my friend I'm not ready to lose her just yet.
"Regina?"
Caught off guard I look at my door like a deer caught in headlights.
"Regina? Are you awake?"
No, I whisper to myself. Which was stupid as no matter how quite I whisper she will be able to hear me because she is a Hybrid.
"Can I come in?"
Clearing my throat, I make my way to the door slowly opening it.
"Hi" She gives me a nervous smile.
"Hey"
"So can I come in?"
"Yeah. Sure"
She continues to look at me and I continue looking at her before I realise I haven't actually moved to let her in.
Moving aside to let her in I close the door behind her, leaning against the door making sure to kept a significant amount of space between us. She stands in the middle of my room and the room is filled with an awkward silence.
"So hmm, you can sit down on my bed if you like. I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, you know If it makes you feel uncomfortable"
Gosh I sound like a babbling fool; I'm really ready for the floor to swallow me whole right now.
"Thanks"
She sits on the edge of the bed waiting for me to follow and I slowly make my way to sit beside her, so much for keeping a significant amount of space between us.
"I think we need to talk about what happened yesterday"
Do we have to?
"O-OK"
"We clearly we have a major problem"
I feel my heart flatter at her words, waiting for to tell me that we shouldn't be friends. That this can't keep happened over and over again, that she's with Hook.
"I attacked Hook yesterday which means I can attack anyone one⦠Even Henry or you"
Thank God! I mentally let out a sigh of relief.
"Emma we've been through this"
"I know I know believe me I do its just things are different now. We assumed that I would hunger for just your blood but the thing is Regina when I saw Hooks blood I felt this irresistible hunger. Even the knowledge of how much it wold hurt me to drink from him, feeling the pain I did after I drank from him I still wanted to satisfy my hunger. Regina I could have killed him"
"But you didn't Emma"
"It doesn't matter that I didn't Regina, but the fact that I almost did"
"Look, there's no point dwelling on what you almost did it won't change what happened. If anything it will just make you upset, plus what is one less private to worry about, especially one who has a hook for a hand"
"Regina"
"What? It's true"
A smile appears on her face and I can't help but return it. The small action letting me know we're going to be OK, that we won't let whatever this thing is, this curse that has both of us to acting differently destroy the friendship we have created.
The room is filled with a comfortable silence before Emma sighs out clearly frustrated with this curse. Damn that selfish imp.
"Regina what I'm I going to do, I can't just stay trapped in my room forever"
"It won't come to that"
"So what are we going to do?"
"I don't know I will figure something out"
Emma's POV:
"Why do we always have to come to your vault when we have a problem"
"I'm not even going to answer your question"
"I mean I get all your witchy stuff is here"
"Witchy stuff. Really?"
She raises a perfect eye brow, her amusement clear on her face even though she tries to hide it with a look of irritation.
"It's creepy in here"
"Come on Emma how old are you"
"Hey, you're not the one who, you know what never mind. So why are we actually here?"
"No, finish what you were going to say"
"It's just I can hear sounds of the hearts your mother collected and it's annoying" Plus it smells like death.
She waves her hand and the sounds of the heartbeats are gone.
"Is that better for you Princess?"
"Much" Rolling my eyes I walk passed her to walk further into the vault and she just smirks in response.
"So why are we here?"
"We're here to deal with your hunger problem, you know I thought it was obvious"
"And we couldn't do that at home because? Plus, we already know we can't do anything to change my hunger"
"Well for one I'm not getting blood all over expensive furniture and all you need is a bit of will power and I'm going to help you achieve that"
"OK. So how you going to do that"
She waves her hand and a black duffle bag appears in lilac smoke, and that same thirst I will never get used to becomes potent.
"What's in the bag"
"I think you know Emma"
She zips open the bag and I see a bunch of blood bags.
"Regina?" I give her a curious look, fighting the urge to snatch the bag out her hand.
"Emma, you're going to drink from these blood bags then drink from me"
"And what's that going to do?" I being to slowly walk towards her, my eyes focused on the red liquid as if I was in a trace, I almost missed the way she rolled her eyes and huffed out as if the answer to my question was the most obvious thing in the world.
"To associate anyone else's blood with pain and mine with pleasure of course so hopefully you won't have the urge to drink from anyone apart from me, it's simple really"
"But I didn't care about the pain when I drank from hook, all I cared about was the smell of the blood, the thought of the metallic yet sweet liquid sliding down my throat" I can already feel my gums begin to ache just at the thought.
"The pain of someone else's blood is unbearable yes?"
"yeah, but I didn't-"
"Having to feel that pain over and over again will allow you to have control if you don't want to feel that pain again. Or you will at least get to a stage where you can control your urges and not act impulsively or instinctively"
"OK, I trust you"
"Good, let's begin"
She takes a blood bag out the bag and my eyes follow her hand movements until she hands it to me.
I look at the blood then back at her silently asking for approval. She gives me a small nod and that Is all the sign I need for approval, rapidly sinking my teeth into the bag, I squeeze at the base to get as much of the thick liquid down my throat.
Just like all the other times I fall to the floor in pain and the blood bag falls with me. All I can feel is pain and nothing else as I cough up the blood. The pain is so strong that even though I've now felt it several times now every time feels like the first time. I look to the floor and all I see is red, all of the blood I consumed is on the flour yet the pain still remains.
"Emma. Emma!"
I squeeze my eyes shut to try and block out the agony I'm in, running my hands through my hair probably leaving traces of blood. I grab a fist full of my hair tightly hoping to distract myself from the pain I am feeling with another type of pain. Just something that is not this. I don't remember the pain lasting this long. It as if I've just swallowed a bunch of glass and large pieces are trying to force their way down my throat, slicing my throat on the way down. In fact, I'm sure that would be less painful. Anything would be better than this burning sensation I feel.
I feel a small drop of blood on my lip and I whip my head to the side to get from the liquid, not wanting to intensify this feeling
"No!" I growl out.
Fuck when will this fucking pain stop! Stupid! Fucking! Curse!
"Drink!"
The blood is once again forced into my mouth, and the pain begins to quickly subside and I suck on this blood and Squeeze wherever the blood was coming from as if it was my life source, and if I stopped I would die the next second.
"Em-ma"
Feeling the blood ease down my throat extinguishing the burning sensation in my throat with every gulp I take.
It's only when I hear Regina gasp in pain I realise who I was drinking from. Removing my teeth from her flesh, I look at her, regret clear in my face. She quickly brings her arm to her chest, her blood slowly flowing down her arm before dropping to the floor.
The sound of the blood splashing as it hits the floor and the smell and taste of her blood causes to my vampire side. My instincts telling me to feed, but it immediately diminishes when I see dark purple bruises where my hands were beginning to quickly form. The dark purple a clear contrast to her olive skin.
The fear in her eyes is clear, the pain she is in is clear no matter how hard she tries to hide it from me. Just looking at the newly formed bruises and the print of my hand that was left on her olive skin, I know with my new found strength if I squeezed any tighter I would have broken her arm.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" My voice breaks as tears begin to form in my eyes, I quickly raise to my feet turning away from her looking for an escape. Trying to put some distance between us, clearly I'm a threat to her.
"Don't you dare leave Miss Swan"
Her words cause me to hesitate
"Emma" She sighs out, almost as if she was exhausted and I don't blame her having to deal with all of this, having to deal with me.
"Don't leave like this, I'm fine I promise"
"Regina you're not fine" I tell her just above a whisper, we've been through this so many times in the past week. It always ends the same, with her believing I will never hurt her, how we can break this stupid curse, then with her end up getting hurt by me.
"Let me be the judge of that" She rises to her feet and she stands behind me.
"Regina we can't keep doing this, we just keep ending back at the same place. With me telling you that I'm a threat to you"
"Emma you're not a threat to me" She dismisses as if it is the simplest thing in the world and I makes me so angry that she can just dismiss her safety like that.
Turning to face her.
"Don't you see the bruise on your arm! Don't you see we keep going round in circles, you can't help me Regina!"
"Just let me try!"
"Why?! We're just going to have this same conversation in the next few days"
"Where only having this conversation because of you!"
"What if I hurt Henry Regina? Would you be able to live with yourself because I wouldn't"
"Don't do that Emma"
"Maybe I should just leave Storybook"
"You can't leave Storybook"
"Why, I won't be cursed anymore and you and Henry will be safe"
"Yeah then what will I tell Henry and your parents huh? The town when they think I did something to their Saviour?"
"That it wasn't your fault"
"Like they would believe that. Emma I'm supposed to help you. Why don't you trust me?!"
"I Do"
"No you don't because if you did we wouldn't be having these conversations all the time"
"I just don't want to hurt you" I sigh out, defeated.
"Then don't"
She disappears in a purple cloud and I know once again I fucked up, I didn't mean to get angry at her it's just I hurt her again. I don't want her to help me if she is going to continuously get hurt as a result, I'm just not worth it. I rather feel that agonising pain everyday than hurt her.
Looking around the room I realise that she took the blood bags with her and cleaned up the blood that had gotten everywhere, including the blood that had gotten in my hair and cloths. And I know this because the distinctive smell is no longer in the room, as angry she was she was still able to put me first.
I don't want to leave Storybook, my family, but I know it is an option I might have to consider. Sighing I make my way out of the vault and begin my long walk 108 Mifflin Street.
Author's Note:
I hope you like this chapter, the next chapter will be a more happy SwanQueen moment because I miss writing them.
Oh and don't forget to tell me what you think about this chapter. I will try and update as soon as possible, but I can't promise that will be anytime soon because of my up coming exams:(
