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Chapter Nine
Emma stepped into her apartment which honestly felt far too empty with her girlfriend gone. She had gotten much too comfortable having Regina around over the weekend. It had gotten to the point where she did not even know what to do with herself now that the woman had returned to her own life. Emma wanted her in her bed again. Maybe she could get her to come over the next weekend. Would that be too clingy? Regina wouldn't mind. She had shown that she was fine with spending loads of time with Emma.
Honestly it had only been a few days since she had seen her and it was killing her.
"Why don't you just tell her to come over?" Emma heard the dark voice in the back of her mind whisper. "What else is she good for?"
Emma sighed. "Not right now, please." She groaned as she walked into her kitchen.
The voice chuckled darkly. "Stop being such a pussy." It growled out. "With the whining and crying. Okay you miss your little fuck toy. Call her and make her come over."
"Leave me alone." Emma hissed. She was not in the mood to deal with the Beast and it's destructive nature and it's disgusting attitude. Regina deserved more respect than that. She was more than a thing for the Beast to cum on and inside of. She was a sweet woman who did not deserve that.
Emma began to ignore the crude words that the monstrous thing was uttering. The goosebumps began tickling her skin as she felt the Beast's fingers trailing up and down her arm. She closed her eyes and tried to will it away. Then she felt it's breath on her neck. That was even more difficult to ignore.
"You can't make me go away." It whispered harshly. "You are mine. I leave when I want to and not before. Do not upset me because you know what I am capable of."
Emma began humming. She knew what the beast was capable of. She got its message the other night loud and clear. She understood that it could take Regina from her and it would be a painful death. It would most likely torture the woman and make her suffer. The beast was like that. It fed off of pain and grew stronger with the more it caused. Sometimes Emma hated herself for allowing it to go on this long. For letting it grow this powerful.
She should have fought it when she was younger and it was nothing more than a murmur in her young ears. But she was so lonely that she saw it as someone to speak to. Now in hindsight she would prefer the loneliness. She no longer wanted this thing controlling her life. Telling her who she can be with. Threatening her girlfriend. The only person who would ever care about them. That's when Emma realized that this thing was definitely a foe and never was a friend.
That's what pushed her to fight it. She would not stand for it hurting Regina. That's when she drew the line in the sand. It could use her and hurt her but never Regina.
No.
She heard it still whispering crude things into her ear, mostly things it wanted to do to Regina and Emma had enough.
"Shut up!" She screamed, slamming her hand down on the counter. "Just shut the hell up, you disgusting piece of shit. I hate you. You are nothing. I want you out of my life. I want you gone forever."
She heard the growls and the nails on her back were dug deep into the smooth fair flesh. Emma winced. It felt like daggers ripping through her skin. She knew that the pain wasn't real but it sure as hell felt like it and she could feel the hot blood pouring from the wounds.
"You are the one that is nothing. You are nothing without me!" The beast growled angrily. "Where would you be without me? Do you think you could survive without me? I've protected you and took care of you all this time but now you meet some slut and you don't need me anymore?"
"I've never needed you!" Emma screamed. Her chest was heaving and she felt the red hot fury boiling up in her chest. "You are the darkest parts of me that I do not need. You never took care of me. You forced me to do things that I didn't want to do..." She felt the sting in the back of her eyes and the pressure building up in her head. She knew what was coming but she fought back the angry tears. "You made me hurt people." She said softly. "You almost made me hurt her." She choked out the last part.
That still scared her and made her chest ache. Regina was always in danger as long as the beast still lurked within the shadows.
They both could not exist in the same world at the same time. Emma only had room in her world for one and that was Regina. The one who had never hurt her, who really takes care of her.
Not the monster that had been doing nothing but destroying Emma for most of her life.
"If I would have hurt her it would have been your fault. You didn't listen and as a result I had to show you that I would take away something you love." The Beast explained. It's voice was ice cold. "But I see I have to prove it to you."
"Don't you threaten her!" Emma screamed. "Don't you.. dare."
The Beast cackled. "I do whatever I want, Emma. You need to see that. I'll just have to show you as I'm peeling her delicate skin from her body with a tiny knife as her cries echo throughout the room. You'll be there in the shadows wanting to help but all you'll be able to do is watch. Watch her beg for death. Because I am the one with the power!"
Hot tears sprung to Emma's eyes then they spilled over and began to run down her cheeks. She knew that the Beast was capable of it. It held no punches. It did what it pleased and when it came to murder the more gruesome the better. The image of Regina being tortured, her being flushed and drenched with sweat as she whimpered at the pain flooded her mind. Emma cringed. She could practically feel her feverish skin. It was odd because when they're dying they always get a high fever but near the end their feet get cold and stiff. Emma didn't want to imagine Regina that way.
She wiped the tears with the back of her hand and then shut her eyes. She began humming harder. She couldn't listen anymore. It was tearing her apart. The idea of something happening to Regina was too much to bear. She could still feel the Beast's claws clawing at her but she ignored it. She began willing it away until the claws lifted and the voice faded with it.
After a moment Emma exhaled slowly. Thank god that was over. She still felt drained though, like she couldn't breathe because she hadn't the energy. She sank to the floor. She just needed a moment. That run in with her Beast took a lot out of her. It was becoming even more wicked.
Stronger.
She wrapped her arms around her legs and shut her eyes. She only needed one moment. One. She just needed to regroup so that she could function again.
She shut her eyes in an attempt at relaxing and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep. Right there on the hard, cold kitchen floor.
A rhythmic ringing caused Emma to sit straight up and her eyes to spring open. She looked around the room. She hadn't remembered where she was or what had happened but she was pretty sure that the Beast had something to do with it.
She groaned as her muscles cracked and squeaked from her stretching out after being curled up on the cold floor for only God knows how long. She pulled herself up off the floor and made her way on shaky legs to the island where she left her phone. By the time she actually reached for it it had stopped ringing. Emma let out a growl of frustration and ran her fingers through her golden hair that was now a tangled and disheveled mess. She began to reach for it again thinking that it was probably Regina but it caused her to jump when it started ringing again.
Her heart was pounding and she was shaking. She had no idea why. She hadn't the faintest idea as to why she was so jumpy but it must have been what happened with the Beast earlier.
She snatched the phone up and looked at the caller id. Her heart sank and she felt instant annoyance when she saw that it was not Regina but instead her mother. She groaned. She knew that her mother would just keep calling if she didn't answer so instead of turning her phone off and missing a call from Regina, she slowly and hesitantly pressed answer.
Honestly after speaking to her mother Emma feels nothing but depressed. She wished that the woman would just leave her alone and quit pretending to care. It was obvious she could care less about Emma. It was more of an obligation to check in with her. It was more of an image thing. It was only in case someone asked her about Emma and she couldn't say 'I don't know'. It's not because she actually cared. She'd probably prefer that Emma died so, she didn't have to pretend anymore. That's what those monthly calls were about. Just to make sure that their freak of a daughter hadn't dropped dead.
She slowly pressed the phone to her ear and inhaled, trying to take in all of the patience she had. This was going to be extremely irritating.
"Hello." She said dryly. She wanted to make sure that her mother knew that her call was not anticipated nor wanted.
"Emma." Came her mother's annoyingly, phony relieved tone. "I was worried."
Yep it's about her. It's always about her. Before her mother could lecture her about worrying her and other nonsense, Emma spoke. "I have a life, Mom. I mean, seriously. Only the people from that shitty town hate me."
The woman gasped and Emma rolled her eyes. She's so damn dramatic. It drives her nuts. "Emma, the people of the town do not hate you. They just do not understand you. You're different, Emma and your personality does not help."
Emma sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Of course her mother was going to blame her for being treated like a pariah by the bigots and ignorant assholes of that town. "Mom, I don't get how my personality could cause people to treat me like a freak. I don't do anything."
"Maybe that's why." Mary Margaret said not unkindly. "You never put yourself out there. You barely even visit anymore."
"Because I have no reason to, Mom. I speak to you all the time." Emma explained as patiently as she could. "And the reason I don't put myself out there is because those people either don't want to be anywhere near me, as if my condition is contagious or they want to laugh and make fun of me."
Mary Margaret clicked her tongue in disapproval and Emma felt her anger building up. Her mother was never ever on her side. Neither of her parents were. That's why those people thought it was okay to treat Emma that way because they saw her parents, two important figures treating their only daughter that way. No one fought for her.
"Emma, all of you have grown up so much. I doubt that anyone would make fun of you. Why don't you come visit?" The woman said happily. "Ashley Boyd. You remember her, right?"
Emma hummed. How could she forget her? Ashley was a year younger and she talked to Emma once. The kids told her about Emma and she stopped speaking to her. She acted like Emma no longer existed. It didn't hurt because it was expected and Emma was used to it. "Yep."
"Well she's having a baby shower." Mary Margaret said softly. "She's having a girl." Emma could practically hear the annoying smile on her face. "You should come. I understand that the two of you were friends. She'd love to see you."
"She spoke to me once then when she found out about me she never said another word to me."
Mary Margaret sighed. "Once again, you are both adults."
"I'll pass." Emma sighed. "But tell her I said congrats."
The school teacher realized that she lost that battle and she knew that Emma could be very stubborn when it came to returning to Storybrooke. "Okay." She said softly. "How is everything? How is Boston treating you?"
"Good." Emma said simply.
Of course her mother didn't let that go. She always wanted these torturous conversations to go on longer than either of them would like. "So what's happening? How's work?"
"It's good." Emma shrugged.
"How's that nice partner of yours?" Mary Margaret asked. "Jason."
"He's good." Emma said trying to give her mother the hint as politely as she could.
"Have you made any new friends? It's so important for you to socialize. You can't just sit in that apartment and play video games."
Emma found it ironic that when she was back in Storybrooke her parents never wanted her to go out but now her mother wanted her to get out more. She rolled her eyes, oh please.
She wondered if she should tell her mother about Regina. That would prove that she was alright and there was someone who could care for her and accept her. That could make her mother feel foolish about blaming her for her own social issues. It would prove that it was everyone else and not Emma because Regina saw beyond that. She truly saw Emma. Not some woman with a penis. Not a freak. She saw a person. A broken person with feelings who needed love and a friend.
Her mother should know that for once she was not rejected. That someone wanted her.
"Actually I did." Emma said simply. "I've been seeing someone... A woman..." Her mother knew that she was into women but she felt the need to emphasize this.
Her mother fell silent on the other end of the line and Emma thought, half hoped that she had hung up or the call dropped. She got ready to hang up but just then, the woman spoke again. "Does she know about... your... situation?"
Emma rolled her eyes. Of course she would ask that. Not if she's being good to Emma or what's she's like. "Yeah." Emma said dryly. "I would assume she does since we've fucked more times than I could count."
"Emma!" Mary Margaret gasped.
"What?" Emma asked innocently. "You asked."
"I didn't ask that." Mary Margaret hissed. "Now, cut that out. Tell me about her. What do you know about her family?"
Emma groaned. This is annoying. "Her family lives in Puerto Rico. Her father owns a line of jewelry stores. They're filthy rich."
"She's rich? family money? Like, an heiress?" Mary Margaret asked. Emma could hear the curiosity in her mother's voice. She was obviously wondering what the woman wanted with someone like Emma.
"Yeah and she's beautiful and smart." Emma said before her mother could ask anything else. "She's so sweet and funny. She really cares about me. She's my best friend, Mom."
Emma couldn't help but smile at the thought of Regina's big brown eyes looking at her as if she was the only woman on this planet. That cute little smile that she reserved for Emma. The endless hours of talking. The cuddling and giggling they did late at night in Emma's bed. But Emma's favourite part was waking up with her. That's something she could do every single day for the rest of her life.
"She's from Puerto Rico, you say?" The woman asked. Of course not caring that her daughter for the first time in her life was actually happy. No why would she care? "She's...?"
"Latina?" Emma asked in an annoyed tone. "She's half, yes."
"I don't have a problem with that." Her mother rushed out. "I was just wondering."
"Okay..." Emma said unconvinced.
"Maybe you should bring her home for dinner." Mary Margaret suggested lightly. "I would love to meet her. She sounds amazing."
Emma could tell that the invitation was a peace offering after clearly offending her and Emma was not going to fall for that nor was she going to subject her girlfriend to her parents' judgement. "Not right now, Mom. I'm still getting to know her and I don't need you upsetting her with your comments about Latin people or lesbians and bisexuals."
"I am not homophobic nor am I racist, Emma!" Mary Margaret screamed.
"You get a pass I forget." Emma drawled sarcastically. She found it unnerving that she couldn't just put the resentment she felt towards her parents behind her. "You have a deformed, lesbian child whose dating a Latina. Now you can make all of the offensive statements you want..."
"Emma!" Mary Margaret squealed. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"Mom, you're twenty-seven years too late."
She heard a soft sigh on the other end. "Emma, I love you."
"I know you tried to." Emma said honestly. She knew her mother tried to love her. She tried to understand her. She just couldn't. She was unsure if it was normal but it was her norm. "I tried to as well."
Mary Margaret fell silent again. "Emma-"
"It okay, Mom." Emma said quickly. She was starting to feel exhausted given the situation from earlier with the Beast and now this conversation was wearing her out as well. "I'm really tired and I have work in the morning."
She heard her mother sigh. "Okay." She said gently. "Alright. Take care of yourself, Emma. Good night."
"Night, Mom." Emma fought back the urge to say 'I always have'.
She hung up quickly and sat her phone down. She didn't feel as emotional as she expected. Her mother wasn't as bad as she expected this time but nevertheless she needed a pick me up. She felt drained. She looked over at the clock. It was a little after nine. She knew that Regina would be up. She didn't exactly go to sleep early.
She picked the phone up again and called Regina. The phone rang and Emma tapped her fingers on her counter nervously. She was afraid the woman wouldn't pick up.
After a few more rings, the call was picked up and Regina's sultry voice drifted through the line. "Hey Em." She sounded excited to hear from her and Emma sighed in relief for that.
"Hey baby, what are you doing?" She asked. She headed over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. The line was quiet and she could tell that Regina was either distracted or hesitating. "Baby, I miss you."
That seemed to kick Regina in the ass and get her talking.. "I miss you too." She said quietly. "What are you doing?"
Emma headed to her couch. She decided to let it go that Regina didn't answer her question. "Not much. Just wanted to talk to my baby girl. I had a long day and needed to hear your voice." She said as she plopped down on the couch.
Regina hummed. "Want to talk about it?"
"Nah." Emma said. Which was true. She really just wanted to forget. Forget everything. She just wanted to focus on her girlfriend. "What are you wearing?"
Regina chuckled. "You are such a pervert. I'll have you know that I am fully dressed."
"Well that's no good." Emma said in a low flirtatious tone. "Take it off. Everything. Now."
"Emma, I wish I could, sweetheart. I do but I-"
She was cut off by someone screaming in the background. "Gigi, it's your turn. Come here."
Emma's eyes widened. Another woman was in Regina's house at this late hour. Maybe that's why she's acting so strange. Oh...
"Give me a moment, Natalie." She heard the muffled reply. "I'm on the phone."
"Well hurry up." The woman said in a flirty pouty tone. "Or I'll start without you."
Regina said nothing else to the woman but instead returned to the phone. "Sorry about that, honey."
Emma's mouth was hanging open. Why is that woman at her house at this hour? What was she going to start without her? Emma wanted to know what the hell was going on. She got an awful pain in her stomach and in her chest. It was an intense sharp pain. She almost cried out but instead shoved her fist into her mouth and bit down onto it to stop herself. She wasn't going to cry. Nope.
"Emma?" She heard Regina's voice calling softly to her. "Are you okay?"
Emma opened and closed her mouth a few times before deciding on. "Who's that?"
"Oh..." Regina chuckled awkwardly. "That's my friend or acquaintance Natalie. A few of my friends are over. It's tacky really. We're drinking in the middle of the week but you know how that goes..."
"What are you guys doing?" Emma asked trying to sound nonchalant but she was on the verge of tears. "...Besides drinking, I mean."
"We're playing a game."
"Which game?" Emma pressed lightly.
"It's not illegal, officer." Regina said, Emma could hear the tension in Regina's voice. As if she had the right.
"Regina, well I'm going to go and let you have fun with your friends." Emma said coolly and prepared to hang up. She expected Regina to let her go easily like the last time but nope.
"Emma, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Emma said with an air of indifference. "You're obviously busy and I do not want to interrupt. Go on. Have fun."
"Don't be like that, Emma." Regina said softly.
"Like what?" Emma asked in a sharp tone trying not to snap.
"Like I've done something wrong. Like I've hurt you." Regina's voice was soft. Almost pained. She sounded heartbroken. "I would never hurt you, Emma."
"Then tell me the truth." Emma said firmly despite her heart squeezing painfully. "Who was that woman?"
"My friend. I told you." Regina said patiently. She fell silent for a moment and Emma was unsure what was going on. It was a while before Regina returned with, "You think km cheating on you? Is that how little you think of me?"
"No." Emma said quickly. "No baby, I'm sorry. My whole life people have been hurting me. Protecting myself is going to be a hard habit to break."
"But I promised I would never hurt you. Why is that so hard to believe?" Regina's voice was thick and she sounded like she was on the verge of tears as well.
"It's not hard to believe that."Emma explained quickly. "Now I've hurt you... I'm sorry." She sighed.
Regina fell silent. Emma could tell that she was trying to rein in her emotions. Regina was pissed with her. "Emma, I would never cheat on you. I know what we have is very new but you're all I want. I don't need anyone else when I have you. I need you to work on those insecurities and learn to trust me. I trust you, try returning the trust?"
Emma sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing." Regina sighed. "I forgave you when it happened. I apologize for losing my temper the way I did. I understand that you are going through a lot." She sighed again. "But I will never hurt you. Let me take care of you."
Emma sighed. Now she felt like a huge steaming pile of shit. "Okay, baby. I... I will never do that again."
"Good," Regina said more calmly. "That's my Emma." Her heart wasn't in it though. She sounded tired and drained. Great Emma ruined her night too.
Emma heard the sound of multiple women giggling. She heard some whoops and screams. Regina obviously was telling the truth but there was the proof.
Emma frowned. She was glad that they got over that small argument so smoothly but she really hurt Regina. She could sense her trying to hide her pain just as Emma had done herself so many times. Emma had had so much pain inflicted upon her but now she was the one causing it. Even though it was unintentional. It still happened and she had no idea how to fix it. Maybe the argument didn't last much longer because neither of them were necessarily combative people
They shouldn't keep things in but for now maybe that's best. Emotions are running high and they could say something they would regret.
"I really am sorry, you know..." Emma said softly.
"I know, Emma..." Regina sighed. "I know, sweetie."
Emma could hear the sadness and exhaustion in the other woman's voice. "I'm going to let you go."
"You don't have to do that." Regina said quickly. "Lets talk a little more."
"Nah. It's late. I have work in the morning, you know." She said gently. "We'll talk later. I promise."
"Emma..." Regina sighed.
"Get back to your friends." Emma said with a small smile.
"Are you sure?" Regina asked.
"Yeah." Emma said trying to sound nonchalant. Regina deserved a break from her before she too started to hate her. It must have worked because Regina agreed.
"Alright, but call me if you need me, okay?"
"Okay."
Regina hesitated obviously unsure about leaving Emma alone but eventually she gave in." Good night, sweetie pie. Sleep well."
"Night, baby girl."
After blowing Emma a kiss, Regina hung up. Leaving her alone. Emma sighed and rubbed a hand over her face. Now what?
She had a shitty evening and she couldn't even speak to her girlfriend because she was too busy living her life and having fun for a change, something she obviously couldn't have with Emma.. Emma could call her back. Regina did say that but she didn't want to burden her girlfriend when she was hanging with her friends. They'd talk the next day. She was sure of it.
They needed to cool off anyway.
After finishing what was left of her beer, she stood leaving the empty bottle on the coffee table. She'd get it in the morning. She began to drag herself down the hallway to her bedroom. She immediately began stripping down until she was just in her underwear as soon as she entered.
She wondered what Regina was doing. Probably laughing and having a blast with her buddies. The idea made Emma smile. She envision Regina's radiant smile and her adorable laugh, the way her eyes light up when she's excited about something. She wished she could see her. She wished she could be with her.
But Regina deserved to spend time with someone who wasn't her. Just because they were in a relationship does not mean that they couldn't have other friends. Emma just didn't have any but Regina was an obvious social butterfly, so it was unfair to make her feel like she couldn't see her friends.
Emma fell face first onto her bed burying her face into the pillow. It was okay. One night without Regina wouldn't kill her. She could do this.
"You know she's lying right?" She heard that cold scratchy voice whisper into her ear. She shivered at that. "She's probably banging that chick like I said she would."
Emma said nothing. She discovered that not responding was her best bet. That's pretty much how she could get rid of the Beast for the moment. She shut her eyes but the Beast had more to say.
"You are so gullible. You'd believe anything she says. I say we go out to the bar, pick up a chick and bang her. That would show her."
Emma rolled her eyes. Did the Beast not understand that before Regina she couldn't get anyone to even touch her? Besides Regina was a good girl. She was faithful and she cared about Emma. She wouldn't cheat. She would probably walk away first, which Emma also hoped she wouldn't do that.
"Show her that she's not the only one with a nice pussy."
Nice? Emma scoffed. More like heavenly. Emma had never experienced anything so wet or so tight ever. Before she met Regina she thought that gripping thing was a myth but now she knows it's real. She will never find anything better. She knew that.
Then it's the way Regina gets all creamy when she's really turned on. It's so sexy.
Emma felt her little member stir at the memory of being inside of Regina. She would always be so slick and burning hot.
She hated how hard she could get at the mere thought of Regina. It was humiliating. She tried to fight off her rising erection. Not tonight. No.
Emma shoved her face further into the pillow. "Baby, what are you doing to me?!" She groaned.
"Oh you're ignoring me?" The beast questioned darkly. "You want to play this game. Fine then let's play."
Emma felt the dark heavy presence leave her and she was finally left alone. She sighed contentedly. "Lets hope the game we're playing is the silent game and it goes on forever." She grumbled.
She shut her eyes tightly and forced her body to relax. It was only a moment before sleep claimed her again.
Emma's eyes opened slowly. Her heart leapt into her throat and she instantly started panicking. When had she gotten up and walked into her living room? She looked around the room as she panted, trying to take breath in. Her eyes traveled over the room and her brows furrowed as she tried to understand just what the hell had happened in there. The couch was turned over, magazines and papers were strewn everywhere. The tv was laying on the rug, the screen shattered. She had no idea what had happened but the place looked completely ransacked.
She couldn't remember anything. Had there been a struggle? Had she blacked out? What the hell was happening? She looked down to survey herself and make sure that she hadn't acquired any injuries. Her eyes widened when they landed on her shirt and she whimpered. There was a strip of something red across it like a red sash. She could smell the blood. That's a smell that she knew well.
But with further examination she found that she was not injured. She stood on tired shaky legs.
She looked down checking for more traces of blood and doing a second check for injuries. She saw none but while she was looking down her eyes caught something. A red spot. Just sitting there. If she didn't have the eyes of a cop, she would have missed it. Her eyes traveled the length of the floor and she saw another. There were a few more sort of making a sloppy, uneven trail. Emma swallowed hard because she knew what that meant.
She took slow tentative steps as the trail of blood droplets led her to her hallway. It was completely dark and she couldn't see a thing. She felt around for the light switch with shaky hands not sure of what she was going to encounter when the hall was bathed in light once again. She successfully located the light switch and flicked it without hesitation because she just wanted to get it over with. She never liked anticipation.
What the soft light of the hallway revealed made her gasp and stumble back a few steps. She looked around. It looked like the inside of a slaughterhouse. There were blood puddles everywhere. Blood smeared on the wall, bloody fingerprints. There were tracks that showed that someone had been dragging themselves through the blood obviously trying to get away. Emma's stomach tightened painfully and it felt like she was going to be sick.
A dark feeling loomed over her. Someone was hurt. She hurt them. She doesn't remember doing anything though. Last thing she remembered was falling asleep in bed. Next thing she knew she was waking up on the floor. It was odd and it caused her anxiety to pick up even more. How though?
There's no way that she went out. She was still dressed in her tank and gray boxer briefs that she had gone to sleep in. She couldn't understand and that's what she feared the most. The Beast had defeated her again and had taken control. This time it had actually committed the horrible act that it had only threatened before.
She felt her chest tighten and her heart rate pick up. What if Regina came by? She thought as she took a step down the hall. Oh god what if she killed her? What if the Beast kidnapped her? She wouldn't put it past it. It showed that it was capable of all kinds of evil. She took another step and then another, following the bloody trail that was obviously created by something or someone being dragged.
Her heart rate sped up dangerously so. She could feel it through her skin and hear it in her ears. She felt a cool chill running down her spine and she started breathing heavily. Despite it not being her first time dealing with a murder, she has quite a few times both at work and personally and she was not squeamish but it did frighten her when she blacked out and didn't remember what she had done.
She finally reached the bathroom door that was shut. Emma doesn't close doors in her home so that only proved that the Beast had been lurking around. She inhaled then exhaled. She slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. Once again, she had no idea what she was going to encounter.
As soon as she stepped into the dark room she was hit in the face with the scent of blood and death. She quickly flicked the switch on. She looked at the floor, the tiles were now painted red with blood. She felt a bit nauseous.
She looked around the room. There was blood splattered on the white walls and across the mirror. Emma had no idea that there was even that much blood in a human body.
She exhaled slowly. She had to find the body. She knew it was still there. She looked towards the shower door. She saw the blood splattered on it. She could make out a shadow. She quickly moved towards the door, careful not to slip on the blood and reached for the shower door, yanking it open.
Emma gasped and she felt her stomach churn. She was going to be sick. There at the bottom of the bathtub was a body of what Emma assumed was a woman in a pool of blood. She was mutilated and beaten up. Her face was torn up by a blade and she had multiple stab wounds covering her body. Emma jumped backwards until her back hit the blood covered wall behind her and she let out a silent scream.
She had never seen anything like that.
She had never seen that girl a day in her life either. Despite her deathly gray color, Emma could tell that her skin tone was similar to Regina with dark hair. Her brown eyes were staring straight ahead and her mouth was hanging open in a final scream.
It bothered her because where the hell did this young woman come from? What was her name? Who was she?
Whoever she was, she didn't deserve that.
The Beast was obviously trying to send a message again and that poor girl happened to sort of, kind of, almost, resemble the woman that Emma was in love with.
Emma didn't even want to think of what her last hours were like.
The Beast was obviously trying to show her what she could do to Regina.
Emma felt another wave of nausea wash over her. The thought of Regina being savagely murdered, too much for her. She ran over to the toilet and emptied what little continents it had. She heaved again and again until she had nothing else to give.
The smell of death, blood and vomit just made it worse. She had no idea how long she had stayed down there but after a while her stomach gave all that it could and she just leaned her head against the cool smooth porcelain.
She had to pull herself together because she had to clean that up. With one last sigh for strength, she heaved herself up and stumbled to the sink.
She turned the cold water on and rinsed her bloody hands. She then cupped some water into her hand and rinsed her mouth. Then she began splashing some on to her face.
She slowly became functional so she sat up. The water was still dripping from her face as she stared at her reflection staring back at her.
The image slowly began to morph and contort until Emma was staring into the black eyes of the Beast instead of her own emerald ones. She growled as soon as she saw it.
"What have you done?" She screamed and hit the mirror. "You hurt that poor innocent girl to prove that you could? You are a real piece of shit."
The Beast feigned surprise. " You didn't like my gift?"
"Why the hell would I like that?" Emma was fuming at this point. She'd never be able to clean all this. She'd have to paint. Get a new tub. This was a real mess. What the hell?
The Beast shrugged with a dark smirk. "Because it wasn't your girl. I know you miss killing with me."
"I don't." Emma hissed. "I want to throw you away. I want that part of my life gone."
"Too bad." The beast singsonged. "I'm what's best for you. Making these women who treated us like freaks pay is what we do. You can't erase that, Emma. You can't erase me."
"We'll see..."
"As I said I'm what's best for you. You'll see when it's just the two of us again." The Beast said almost sweetly.
Emma's blood was boiling. "I've had enough of you threatening, Regina!"
"Oh..." The beast said in a way that made Emma raise a brow. It leaned forward. "It's not a threat..." It whispered into Emma's ear.
Emma shivered and shook it off. She closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself. When she opened them again she was staring into the eyes of her own reflection. She growled and banged her fists on the sink. She had enough of being bullied by a voice in her head. She's fed up with the threats at Regina. Emma was not going to be controlled by her beast.
This was a whole new line that was crossed.
She stared into her eyes as she tried to think of what to do. First things first she needed to clean up that mess. While she was cleaning she was going to think of courses of action.
This is no way to live.
She turned around and looked at the body in her bathtub and sighed. This was going to be a long night. She thought as her shoulders sagged. She didn't even know where to begin.
Hi! Thanks for reading!
Just really quick, You will find out exactly what happened to the poor victim. Also for those of you that are wondering about Regina, I promise that I will get into her story. I sort of wanted her to be a mystery for a while.
Bear with me. :)