Hi everyone!

So, I was supposed to do an essay in English, and I thought, well writing what happens next in Only Lovers Left Alive is basically the same, don't you think? Anyway, here's the new chapter.

My beta, Mini_ryn, corrected it so, thanks, and any mistakes are her fault (and mine).

English still not my first language (I guess it's pretty obvious at times, my sentence structures are quite different from yours, but I hope it's not too annoying).

Disclaimer : Do not own OUaT or HP.

Enjoy!

Chapter IV.

"Wait, you cannot be serious Rubes." Emma shot the wolf an incredulous look, eyebrows shooting up to the sky.

"Deadly serious, Emma." The wolf was prompted up on the bed, an excited smile on her lips.

"So, Bellatrix Black, and I mean the crazy Bellatrix Black, the one who killed Sirius and cackle, is on the other side of the corridor."

"Ah, it's a relief to see that finally somebody knows to fear me." Both women were startled at the voice, a very clean, very sane looking Bellatrix leaning against the opened door. Emma just gaped, while Ruby did try to look sheepish.

"What, lost your tongue?" She quirked an eyebrow, gazing at the blonde girl with what looked like amusement.

"N-No, I mean, I … Oh fuck." Emma facepalmed, finally regaining her senses, and dropped on the bed, sighing deeply. A very real looking Bellatrix just talked to her. "This is impossible." She mumbled, and the witch looked at her curiously.

"Why, all thought I'd die? That Weasley bloodtraitor isn't worth a damn." She laughed at that, more like cackled as usual, rolling her eyes internally. She had to stop with the crazy, but it had sadly become a defence mechanism.

"No, well, kinda. I mean …" Emma sighed once again, unable to form a proper sentence. She was suddenly very tired.

"No one taught you who to speak, blondie?" Came the sarcastic comment, a smirk on the witch's lips. All the while, Ruby tried to remain quiet, though couldn't contain the soft chuckle. "You will show some respect, werewolf filth, or I will put you on a collar." She didn't even look at the wolf, her gaze remaining on the blonde.

Suddenly, the blonde seemed to regain her usual temper, and clenched her fists, forgetting instantly who she was talking to. "Hey! You can't talk to my friend like that!"

Ruby clinched, and tried to disappear, seeing the madness overwhelming the brunette's face.

"How dare you, you filthy muggle!" She took out her wand and sent a hex without thinking about it, the other woman flying into the wall. She hit it with a loud noise, and fell ungracefully on the ground, Ruby rushing at her side to help her up; the witch simply smirked, satisfied with herself.

"Okay, I guess we start out on the wrong foot here, Bellatrix." The blonde woman was finally on her feet, and she was facing Bella once again. "I'm Emma Swan, and I'm the Sherriff of Storybrook." She tried to smile, and the witch just watched her, her expression neutral, waiting for her to go on. "What I meant is, you shouldn't be here. This is … This is not your world. At all. I don't even understand why your magic is working here, it's not the same as mine."

Bellatrix looked utterly surprised, and she nearly gaped at her, before regaining her composure. "Whatever do you mean?"

"For us, for this world, you're just a character in a book. It's called … Well, Harry Potter." She scoffed at that but the blonde ignored her. "And I guess you're real too. It's not that surprising, we are fairytale characters." She tried to smile, looking at Ruby. "This is Little Red Riding Hood. And my mother is Snow White. Though I guess those muggle things don't mean a thing to you." She stopped then, biting her lip almost shyly. It was endearing.

Bellatrix stayed silenced for some long seconds, pondering everything in her head. So. To recap, she was not in her world, she was a book character, she still had magic somehow, she wasn't dead or dreaming. Wait, she could still be dreaming. Alright, so she was talking to fairytale characters in a small town lost in Maine, USA. This was most certainly a dream, there was no other way to explain it. So if it was indeed a dream, she didn't have to hide behind Bellatrix. She could try and be herself.

"I know what fairytale characters are." She mumbled, somewhat sheepish. She hid her wand back in her sleeve, and didn't miss the relief in the other woman's eyes. "You said you had magic? Why don't you have a wand?" She was curious, now, thinking she should learn as much as possible before waking up.

"Well, I'm not the best to explain it, I kinda suck at it, but it's sorta wandless wordless magic." She waved her hand then, an apple appearing inside her palm. She frowned at it, annoyed that she had to think about Regina to make magic work.

The older woman stood there with wide eyes, mouth slightly gaping. "Whoa. I mean. Not bad." She tried to snap out of it, and straightened a little bit, still staring at the apple.

"Thanks, I guess. But if you could see Regina, she's really good at it." She cringed at her own words, and Ruby put her hand on her shoulder, offering her a smile. Meanwhile, Bellatrix just looked confused.

"Regina?" Emma didn't answer, and so Ruby did, trying to smile again.

"She's the Mayor. Well, was the Mayor. Doesn't matter …" She shrugged, prompting up on the mattress once again.

"And if Snow White is here, who is she?" The older woman was curious, of course, and she took a step inside.

"She used to be the Evil Queen." Emma said in a small voice, sighing again.

The witch observed her closely, and decided to store whatever she was seeing for later. There was more beneath this expression that she wanted to consider.

"I see."

The three of them stayed silent for a while, before Ruby decided to change the conversation, for Emma's sake. She was pretty sure she had a thing for Regina, or at least, was really sorry for what happened.

"So, Bellatrix, how come you don't look like a lunatic anymore?"

Emma could have facepalmed. The wolf was never known for subtlety, but this was high level of idiocy. The woman would literally torture you to death — and she did it countless times — but still Ruby thought it could be a good idea to remind her of her crazyness. Good job, Ruby, she thought.

The look of fury on Bellatrix's face was a response enough, and without answering, she left the room, going back in her own, slamming the door behind her.

"Well, this has gone well, don't you think?" Ruby said, smiling like the devil. The silly little thing.

"She could have killed you, Rubes. That woman isn't really known for her kindness."

"But what if the books got it wrong too? They were wrong with us." She had a point. Of course she did, clever wolf.

"Yeah. I hope so. She's like, ten times crazier than Regina. And she did curse a whole land just to avenge her dead lover." Emma sighed, and Ruby glared at her, making her uncomfortable. "What did I say?"

"Nothing. Don't say that to her face though, ever. I thought you cared about her. I thought, of all people, you cared the most, you understood her the most. I thought you were the only one not judging her." Ruby was getting angry, and she got up, hands on her hips.

"What has gotten into you, Rubes?" Emma looked surprised, startled even, and she stared at her friend without understanding.

"I'm just tired of people letting her down Emma. I'm just … She needs someone on her corner, and I'm willing to be. I thought you were too." The wolf looked expectantly at her.

"I'm in her corner, Ruby." Emma defended herself, though looking suddenly ashamed.

"Well start acting like it then." Came the simple answer, and Emma could only nod at the truth in her friend's words.

"Right. Got it. Thanks Rubes…" She tried to smile at her friend, who did too.

"Yup, anytime."

"Okay. So I'm gonna have to tell Regina about Bellatrix, am I not?" She bit her lip, looking not at all thrilled by the situation.

"Yup."

"You're so not helping. How am I suppose to explain her the situation if she won't even talk to me?" Ruby shrugged.

"You find a way, and you don't give up. You can't give up on her, Emm's. She won't admit it but it's you she's upset about, not Robin. You betrayed her, Emma, and she's been screwed over so many times I'm not sure she'll ever trust you again."

The blonde took in the words, and looked defeated, because she knew it was the truth. She had screwed up real bad with that one. But deep down, even if she was denying it with all she was worth, she was quite glad the forest guy was nowhere near Regina anymore.

"It doesn't mean you have to give up, Emm's. Don't give up. It's what she's expecting you to do. Prove her wrong." Ruby smiled, and the pair remained silent for a long while. They were startled by a sudden noise, and someone yelling "Bloody muggle thing!" and they both started laughing hard, and Ruby waved at Emma, still split in half. "Go, Emma, go warn the lady. Tell your son too; he'll be over the moon about it. I'll take care of that."

"Thanks Rubes, I will." It took her several minutes to calm down though, and when she was finally able to move, she left the room, her objective clear in her head. Go talk to Regina.

Ruby took a few more moments, and strolled into the older woman's room.

"What the hell did you do!" Ruby could not believe her eyes. The TV exploded, and destroyed half the wall. That couldn't possibly go unnoticed. She could already hear Granny's footsteps on the stairs, and she could feel she was in trouble.

"It wasn't me, it's this devilish thing!" Bellatrix tried to defend herself, looking more like a child than an adult. She started to pout.

"Oh my god, could you be more dangerous?" Ruby rolled her eyes and just threw her hands in the air, annoyed.

"It is not MY FAULT." The brunette screamed, while the door burst open.

"Ruby, what is the meaning of this?" Granny asked, gaping slightly at the hole in the wall. "What happened? Who destroyed the wall? Who are you?" She sounded surprised, in spite of the rude voice that was coming out.

"Granny, meet Bellatrix. Bellatrix, Granny." Ruby sighed again, trying to assess the damages. This would cost so much. "Can't you fix it with your wand?"

The brunette stopped looking at the old woman who was glaring at her, fist clenched on her wand. The spell was on her tongue, once again, and she wanted to use it, oh so much. The temptation was so great, and yet she didn't want to. She needed to, but ultimately, she knew nothing good could come out of it, even if all of this was just a dream. She dreaded the moment she had to wake up though, she didn't want to go back to her reality.

"I guess I can try." She huffed, and waved her wand a few times, mumbling quietly some spells in the same time. The wall looked better, of course, but it was not entirely fixed. It would do for now, though.

"Better." Granny said roughly, and Ruby sighed once again. "You said Bellatrix, as in Harry Potter?"

Ruby was amazed her grandmother got the reference, and nodded silently, crossing her arms. On the other side of the room, the brunette scoffed once again, rolling her eyes. "Harry Potter is just an insufferable little boy." She did not like the boy, after all. She only liked her friend. Not, scratch that. She was Bellatrix Black, she didn't like anybody but herself. And her Lord. How could she forget her Lord?

The two just hummed in response, which went completely unnoticed by the witch. She was lost deep in thoughts, not being able to get other the fact that she forgot about the Dark Lord. She gasped at the idea, panicked he would know when she woke up, and she let herself fall on her knees, curling into a ball. The two women were startled, and Granny had to stop Ruby from touching the other woman, shaking her head. Not a good idea indeed.

Bellatrix had a hard time to breath. She kept thinking that her Lord knew everything, all the time. She might have been a strong Occulmens, but not strong enough for him. If he knew, oh god, she couldn't even think about it. He would make her pay, make her learn her lesson with Crucio, over and over again until she'd been driven even further into insanity, like he did all those times before. She was sure she couldn't handle another cruciatus curse, it would destroy her beyond repair; break every little part of her soul until they were none. He would create the monster he always wanted, and she wouldn't pretend anymore, she would truly be it. She didn't want that to happen. She didn't want to wake up, she didn't want to chance her world any longer. She wanted to escape.

"Tell me this isn't a dream, tell me this isn't a dream, tell me this isn't a dream…" She kept repeating like a mantra, and it was. If she could persuade herself it wasn't a dream, then it would be her new reality. She wanted that, oh god did she want that. Even if she was a book character, she found it didn't matter. She didn't want to go back to her awful world, with all the pain and suffering that came along with it.

She would loose Hermione forever, though. Did she really want that? It wasn't like she'd ever own the girl, all she ever did was hurt her, especially when she had her in her hands at the Malfoy's manor. Her eyes had begged her to understand, though. She was terrified, oh so terrified, that they succeeded in breaking in her vault. The Dark Lord would have killed her for that. Of course, when the mudblood escaped, along with the Potter boy, it had gotten her one of the most awful crucio punishment she ever had. She had wished to die, then, but she kept seeing those eyes, full of tears as she craved 'mudblood' into the soft flesh of her arms.

She regretted so many things from her past life. So many things. She should have fought back when she had the chance but her role was convenient and she was afraid of the consequences. She would never have been in peace. She had a purpose in the war, and she needed to accomplish it. It was that simple. But now, now she could escape. And even if this was a dream, she would do her best never to wake up. She was better off as dead. Maybe it what the Weasley spell did to her, put her to sleep. She liked it.

"Hum, Bellatrix?" The voice was hesitant, and the witch took a moment before raising her eyes, not quite sure she didn't imagine the voice. She suddenly seemed aware of her environment, her position, and her state. She stiffened, wiping her tears off her cheeks rapidly. Blacks didn't cry, ever.

"What, dear?" She tried to regain composure, and swallowed audibly, raising to her feet. "What does a woman have to do to have a breakfast around here?" The tone was smug, and Ruby sighed in relief. She was back, thank god. She might know how to deal with a crazy Bellatrix, but she had no idea how to deal with a broken one.

Granny grunted, and stepped out of the room, descending the stairs. Ruby just stood there, smiling stupidly at the British woman.

"Well?" The witch asked, impatient.

Ruby seemed to get back to her senses, and scrambled away from the room as well, just mumbling a 'stay here' before heading down the stairs, leaving Bellatrix alone in her room.

She sat in her bug, forehead against the wheel. She almost got out of the car, one hour ago. She knew the woman was in her house — wasn't she always now that she wasn't the Mayor anymore? — but she just couldn't walk down her path and knock to her door. She was sure the Queen wouldn't let her in, and would probably set her on fire with one of her magical fireball. It was problematic, really. Even if she couldn't talk about her situation, even if she knew apologizing one more time wouldn't do any good, she still had to talk to the other woman to tell her about Bellatrix. She deserved to know. Even if she wasn't Mayor anymore, it was still her town. She sighed, hitting her head against the wheel. She hated her life, she hated when she screwed up so bad, every single time.

But she needed to do this, and sooner rather then later. If Regina learned about the situation before she could let her know, the consequences will be even worse. So. Man up, Emma.

She threw the door open, getting out like the vehicle was on fire. Good. Now go to the door. She bit her lip, and crossed the street, slowly walking the path leading to the big mansion. She took a deep breath, freezing in the middle of the alley. Regina was going to close the door on her face, maybe kill her, torture her, whatever. She was going to do something horrible, and she won't even be able to say anything. She deserved everything the other woman could throw at her. She let her down, she knew it; she broke her trust — if trust there ever was — and she screwed her happy ending. There was no forgiveness for this, but she still hoped that deep down, the older woman will find it in her heart to forgive her.

She drew another breath, shaking her head to clear her thoughts, and she walked the last meters to the house. Then, she knocked, and waited patiently.

She was starting to get impatient when the door was thrown open, the brunette instantly scowling when she saw who was on her porch.

"Hi, Regina."

I'd like to thank kurotenshi-08 for his review, I really appreciate it, and I'm glad you gave it a shot! I hope I won't disappoint you. I kinda have a plan for this fic but I guess sometimes the characters act for themselves, so we'll see if it gets where I wanted.

Anyway, review if you'd like, and until next time ;)