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It was one of the darkest nights the Isle has had in a while. No moonlight, or stars, could be seen through the thick cloud layer. Hardly anything could be seen in this light, even the lights of the Queen's Castle couldn't be used as a beacon for most of the people on the Isle.
Evie took a note at how dark it was that night as she stared up at the sky from the balcony in her room. One would think the sky no longer existed due to the pitch blackness. She rubbed her eyes gently and yawned a little. The past couple weeks since the incident at the Ball has been hell for her. She's had nonstop negotiations with allies around the Isle and constant damage control.
Strangely enough, Mal has been silent since that night. Jay is convinced she was truly dead, Carlos won't stop the search party,Evie was just tired of it all. Uma has been quiet too. She's hard at work looking for Mal as well. Seems like she's the most wanted girl on the Isle. Though what's new?
She pulled her luxurious robes closer into herself as the cool breeze blew through the air. Evie turned to return to her room and head to bed. A few lit candles are the only thing illuminating the room. The flames flicker and the shadows around the room shift and snap. Evie was making her way to her bed until a chill up her spine causes her to stop. She hears a small gust of wind behind her; her blood stopped cold.
"Evie Grimhilde," that devilish voice; nothing could make her forget it, "you're looking magnificent, aren't you?"
Evie quickly turned on her heel to see none other than Mal, perched up on the railing of her balcony barely visible due to the darkness of the sky. Evie let out a small gasp and covered her mouth politely.
Mal chuckled a bit, "the look on your face; did you really not expect me? I got your message."
A sudden realization hit her; her eyes widen as her body tensed up. Evie had forgotten she'd left Mal a message just days after the events at the ball.
"I thought you were dead." She told Mal quietly, placing a hand on her desk for security.
"Clever, placing the note in our old hideout," a small smirk appeared on her lips, "I'm surprised a snake like yourself remembers where it is."
"How did you survive?" Evie didn't want to play games she only wanted answers.
"Please don't ask me questions like that, you know I can't tell you." Mal hopped down from the railing and started making her way over to Evie. As Mal approached, Evie tensed and clenched her fists tightly.
"Still worth a try." She managed to get out.
Mal looked around the luxurious quarters, "been a while since I've been in here."
That's what made Evie's lips tug into a smile, "that's it? No snide quip about how this is rightfully yours?"
"You already knew that, princess."
Her heart leaped at the mention of the nickname Mal used to call her. Back in the day when things didn't go to shit. Though Evie betrayed Mal with the full intention of never rekindling their friendship, she never came to terms with the fact that Mal would never love her again either. It is the one thing that still holds her back from striking her down where she stands.
"So," Mal spoke again, she easily made herself at home and plopped down, slouching back in one of the many chairs in the room, "you were the one that wanted to talk, why aren't you talking?"
"Mal, I contacted you not entirely knowing if you were alive, let alone receive it, so I didn't prepare a whole presentation for you."
"You better start talking," she leaned forward threateningly, "or I might take matters into my own hands."
"That won't be necessary, in fact, I wanted to negotiate a peaceful resolution to our little rivalry," Evie explained, "people have gotten hurt, Mal, powerful people and I can't allow the madness to continue."
In the candlelight, Evie saw Mal's devious smirk, "Madness you say? Do you think I'm driving you mad?"
"I won't dignify that question with an answer," she frowned, "will you forget your grudges for a time and let me help you?"
"Why do you talk like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like some. . . hero from Auradon," she scrunched her face up in disgust, "I don't like it."
"Just being royalty doesn't make people respect you, sounding like one will make me seem like a proper queen."
"You're not royalty, you stole that crown."
"Still makes me more of a queen than you."
"You better watch it."
"Make me, bitch."
Mal snarled and sprung to her feet.
"Oh," Evie chuckled a little, "I seemed to have struck a nerve."
"I promise I will take my throne back if it's the last thing I do."
"Mal, please all this talk about revenge is really getting old. Why don't you just admit you don't have the strength to beat me?"
In a fitful rage, Mal lunged forward and attacked Evie. The elegant queen tried to fend the demon off but her efforts failed and she backed up and tripped into her bed, dragging Mal down with her. Her predecessor propped herself up on all fours above Evie, catching her breath, and then quickly realized the position they were in.
"Get off me you impulsive fairy!" Evie still fought back, though her punches felt like nothing to Mal.
"Even your insults have gone downhill," Mal pinned down her wrists in an effort to stop the parade of fists blown at her, "this doesn't seem like a very peaceful resolution to me."
Evie realized her resistance was futile and relaxed against Mal's grip, "oh please, like you were ever going to agree to that. You just came here to see how your plans worked out; see me in full panic over the chaos you caused on the Isle."
"Can't deny that, princess, though I did want to hear what you had to say," Mal let a smug smile on her face, "pretty ballsy move, contacting me without your lapdogs knowing about it."
"You're so infuriating!" Evie growled, "no wonder you were never able to rule this place."
Mal's eyes widen a bit and her death grip looses out of shock, Evie takes this opportunity to shove Mal off of her and sit up straight on her bed. Mal, still in a bit of a daze, was thrown off the bed and stumbled back a little as she was now standing.
"Take that back or so help me I will see your head on a spike." Mal spoke in a low tone.
"You would never do it," Evie challenged, "as much as you'd never admit it you still have feelings for me."
"I know what you're trying to do."
"If you weren't still in love with me then you wouldn't have ever come here."
"Shut up."
Evie stood up assertively from the bed and swiftly walked towards her, shoulders back and chest puffed out.
"Make me," she said with conceit, "like you did back then. Make me shut up, Mal, I know you so desperately want to."
"You really think I'm going to fall for your tricks so easily?"
"You were always easy before."
"Clever."
"Thank you, I am, now what are you going to do about it?"
"You don't want to test me."
"Maybe I do, Mal, maybe I want to test your limits to the extreme?"
"Back off."
"Of course you would never really do it, you're too much of a coward now. You're too scared of what might happen."
"You fucking insolent—ugh!"
Mal pulled Evie in swiftly by her waist, crashing into her lips and savoring her long, forgotten taste. Evie's breath hitched at the sudden movement but she didn't resist one bit. She wrapped her arms around Mal's neck and snaked her leg around her waist, which Mal then supported by with her hand.
She harshly broke away, but still kept close to Evie.
"God I fucking hate you." She spoke in a low, husky voice.
"Just shut up." Evie spoke quickly and sharply as she dove in for another kiss.
As they embraced, Evie pulled Mal back down onto the bed, like she'd done it a thousand times before. Once she hit the soft surface, Evie removed her robe and exposed her bare torso. A chill went through her body as she pressed up against Mal for warmth. She ruthlessly bites down on Evie's lower lip, causing her to whimper in pain as the taste of metallic blood filled her mouth. Mal removed her lips and scraped her teeth down until they were bared against her neck. Evie let out a short gasp and a small moan at the feeling of teeth roughly biting down on her cool skin.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Evie whispers softly before letting out another small moan, "what if someone finds out?"
Mal only responded with another rough kiss, it was fast and desperate like an animal ravaging its prey.
"Why're you so worried about them?" Mal spoke between kisses, "it should be me you're concerned with. After all, I'm the one who's been tormenting you relentlessly."
Mal reveled in her words, enjoying watching Evie squirm underneath her. She decided to play it up a little.
"I have been your only thought, your final frontier," she spoke as she began to trace patterns over the Queen's thin panties, "so now you've got me? What're you gonna do?"
Evie let out a low growl and then shifted all her weight onto Mal, causing them to flip over and Evie to look down on Mal as she straddled her.
"I'll show you what I'm gonna do," she ran her fingers down the figure of her body, "and you're gonna beg me to stop."
"Intriguing," Mal propped herself up on her elbows to look Evie dead in the eyes, "but you're going to be the one screaming for mercy, princess."
Evie let out a small giggle as she bit down on her finger, then she dove down into Mal eagerly.
The dark night went on as both descendants indulged in even darker affairs. Affairs that would ultimately lead to regret and deceit.
Peace was long forgotten the moment you betrayed me