Insanity

Regina was sitting in her cell and staring at the candle on the table in front of her. She was patiently waiting for death. Suddenly she heard someone running in the corridor and a distant 'The king is dead'. A wide smile curled her lips. Her revenge was finally complete.

A few hours later a guard unlocked her cell. He didn't tell her where he was leading her but she knew. He was taking her to Snow White.

They stopped in front of the door of Leopold's bedchambers. The guard stayed outside and she walked in. The princess was standing near the bed. She was dressed in a tight black dress. Her stare was boring into Regina. The queen noticed that she was different. There was something dark in her eyes. They almost looked like her own but not quite. There was one thing that was missing.

"What was it like to kill your own father?" She watched amused the shock on the girl's face when she realized what was going on. Regina had pulled the strings the whole time. She had used the princess' love for her to get her vengeance. If Snow hadn't been so blind, she could have prevented it from happening but it was too late.

"You planned all of this?" the girl asked in disbelief.

"I told you that it would be your father or me."

The princess grabbed her and slammed her against the wall violently. It hurt but Regina didn't care. All she cared about was that the hatred that burned in her own eyes was now in Snow's too. She laughed at the sight. It was dark and humorless laughter and it almost made the girl back down. Almost. Instead, she leaned in and kissed the woman before her. It was ferocious. Tongues battled for dominance and teeth clattered.

They were both gasping for air when they parted but Snow wasted no time catching her breath. She caught the rubber band that held Regina's hair in ponytail and pulled it roughly to free the raven locks, causing the queen to hiss in pain.

"What is happening to me?" the princess asked when she realized that she had smiled at the sound.

"Hatred," her stepmother replied. She was satisfied with the look of horror that appeared on the girl's face.

"No," Snow shook her head in denial. "I don'tâ€Ĥ"

"Yes, you do," Regina interrupted her. "You hate me. You wouldn't have met me in here, if you didn't. You know how much I detest this room. You know the memories I have from here inflict pain on me. That's why you made me come here."

The princess knew her stepmother was right. Just as always. It infuriated her. She was tired of Regina winning every time. The queen knew her too well and she used it against her. Snow wouldn't let that happen anymore.

She pulled Regina away from the wall. Then she caught the hem of the loose plain grey dress her stepmother was wearing and started pulling it up. Regina didn't try to stop her. When the dress was discarded, the princess pushed the queen on the bed. Except for her underwear she was naked. Snow's eyes roamed over the flawless body before her. She reached back to unfasten the corset of her dress but with a wave of Regina's hand the dress disappeared. The princess suppressed the growl of irritation that was threatening to escape her throat and climbed on the bed.

Snow straddled Regina and latched her lips on her pulse point, sucking roughly. When she made sure there would be a mark, she moved down, taking a nipple in her mouth. Meanwhile, her fingers crept down the queen's abdomen and under the lacy panties. The princess didn't intend to be gentle or tender so she skipped the foreplay and pushed two fingers in Regina, who was already wet. She started moving but the queen had no problem taking her fast and rough thrusts. Snow wasn't satisfied. She wanted to cause pain to Regina. Physical pain. So she bit down on the nipple that was still in her mouth. The sharp inhale of air wasn't what she was hoping for. She moved her mouth to the queen's left shoulder and bit again. This time it was hard enough and broke the skin. The whimper that came from Regina pleased her. She slid a third finger in her and picked up the pace. The queen was moaning and her hips were bucking wildly. Soon she stilled as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. A quiet 'Snow White' escaped her lips. It was so quiet that the princess almost missed it. Almost. She heard it though and it sent her in shock.

Her name reminded her of what she was supposed to be – white and pure as snow. The realization that she was exactly the opposite nearly destroyed her. She had filled her heart with darkness. She thought of all the people she had failed – her mother, her father, her subjects. Tears sprang to her eyes. She looked down and saw the knowing smirk on Regina's face. She had won again. This time it didn't anger Snow. The choices that led to that were her own.

She lay down next to the queen. They stayed like that for some time. Neither of them saying anything. They just lay in silence. The princess trailed her fingers over the bite mark she had left on Regina's shoulder. She couldn't believe she was capable of feeling such hatred. She wanted to believe that the person that felt that was someone else but she knew it was her. She had been dragged into the same madness she had sent Regina in.

"What is this between us?" she asked quietly.

The queen sighed. It wasn't love. In the beginning it had been love between them. When she had saved Snow from that horse they had immediately connected and developed feelings for one another. It hadn't been romantic but it had been love. Too much time had passed since then though and they had both lost people they loved. That between them had gone from obsession to hatred only to take its final form – insanity. That was what it was.

Regina didn't voice any of these thoughts though. "Those pretty red lips of yours," she said instead. "They always ruin everything."

The end.