A/N: Sorry for the delay. I have a very busy schedule that leaves little to no time for writing these days. Plus, I did something really stupid at work that makes it somewhat difficult for me to type.

Chapter 2

The restaurant Maleficent brought Aurora to was nice, and not too extravagant, not like the places her father sometimes dragged her to with her mother. It was all for show, at least for him. He dragged Aurora out to those establishments for business meetings, trying to marry her off to his boss's son, Phillip.

But no, this restaurant was quaint. It served authentic Italian food, which if Aurora was going to be honest was a bit clichéd. Still, it was nice. And Maleficent even attempted to strike up a conversation with her. Maybe a week with this woman wasn't going to be so horrible after all. If that proved to be the case, then her father's idea of a punishment was going to backfire on him, and that made Aurora laugh a little to think about.

The conversation was inconsequential. The topics ranged from how Aurora liked school, what her dreams were after graduation, if she got along with her parents… Really, the entire conversation over dinner was centered on Aurora. Whenever she tried to find out more about Maleficent, the question got redirected back to her.

Maleficent. She was an enigma, and Aurora was determined to solve the mystery behind the woman before the week was out.

She was standing in the kitchen, looking for a box of cereal for breakfast when she felt a pair of hands on her hips. There was also a set of breasts pressed against her back. Breasts? 'The fuck?'

"Don't move," the sultry female voice commanded in her ear.

It was strange, but she was turned on by this. Why was she turned on? Was it because it was so sudden? The command? Not having any control? It turned out that she didn't care the reason, only that she was turned on, and now something had to be done about it.

The hands on her hips slowly edged their way up to her breasts. Fingers squeezed then and kneaded expertly. Her nipples were pinched and tweaked through the fabric of her shirt.

She gasped and struggled not to squirm, afraid that if she disobeyed, this would come to an end. She whimpered when the hands retreated.

"What did I tell you?"

She cringed at the tone the female voice used. She didn't remember moving, but maybe she had without realizing it.

"Not to move," she stammered quickly.

The woman circled around in front of her. It was Maleficent. 'What?'

Aurora woke with a gasp. She sat bolt upright. She was in her bed. Her room was the way she left it. And Maleficent was nowhere to be seen.

She slowly lowered herself back against her pillow and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what the dream meant. Was she losing her mind? She must be. Maleficent was some years older than her, and probably had a boyfriend.

Regardless of what the dream meant though, it still left her unfulfilled. Frustrated, she began masturbating, all the while trying to think of any of the hot guys at her school. Instead, the face of a certain brunette kept popping into her fantasies. Resigned, she ran with it until she got herself off.

That left her feeling very confused. She was straight, so why had her babysitter somehow make it into her wet dreams? It made no sense. And she knew it was going to drive her crazy until she understood it.

Maleficent grumbled when her alarm started buzzing. She really couldn't understand why Stefan's spawn couldn't get herself to school, but if she was going to keep up pretenses, she was going to have to make sure the brat got to school on time. She rolled out of the guest bed she opted to use during the duration of her stay. As soon as her feet hit the carpet, she wanted to roll back into bed and give up on the day. Still, she got up and got dressed in the emerald blouse and slacks she had set aside the night before, knowing full well that she would likely be a grump when she woke.

As soon as she was dressed and a light layer of makeup was applied, she padded down to the kitchen in search of breakfast, not for her, but for Aurora. She mixed together a bowl of yogurt and chopped up fruit, and just as her charge came into the kitchen, she set the bowl down.

She noted how Aurora's movements were much stiffer than they were the previous night. She found the way that Aurora seemed to avoid looking at her odd, but she kept it to herself. In her experience, all teenagers were odd, and she doubted that Aurora was any exception. She leaned against the counter and tried to act casual while Aurora ate.

A little while later, she started her car's engine and drove toward Aurora's school. The drive was silent, and under normal circumstances, that would have suited her just fine, but for some reason that morning was different. She wanted conversation, and what was odder was that she wanted to talk to Stefan's spawn. Every few seconds, she caught herself stealing glances at the blonde youth.

She found that she had trouble accepting that Aurora shared half her genetics with a man who had left Maleficent wounded almost beyond repair. Of course, she had to remind herself that she had only met Aurora the previous night, and she had thought she knew Stefan for years before he betrayed her. In the course of Aurora's life, he might have twisted her to be just like him: cunning and cruel.

When she parked at the curb to let Aurora out, she asked, "Do you have any plans after school?"

She smirked inwardly at the way Aurora turned to look at her. It was as though the girl thought she had grown an extra head. Amused, her lips quirked into a sneer.

"Um…no. I'm supposed to go to my tutoring session straight after school," Aurora answered slowly.

Maleficent's upper lip curled up unpleasantly. 'Ridiculous,' she thought. She tried to appear more reasonable at the cautious expression Aurora was displaying. "You deserve a night off once in a while. Do what you wish, but call me first. You have my number?"

Aurora's beaming smile was contagious, although Maleficent kept her own joy reined in. She watched as Aurora walked to the school building with a skip to her step.

Once she was left alone in her car, her thoughts wandered to the girl in her care for the next few days. It was strange, but she felt oddly protective of her, and she was left to wonder if Stefan was ever abusive toward her. The possibility made sense, based off the little Maleficent had observed in the last sixteen hours. She wondered if she could maybe convince Aurora to tell her if anything had ever happened. If so, then she had just one more reason to despise Stefan.

Anger rolled off of her in waves. While she thought of Aurora as strictly his spawn, she was still a minor, and as a parent, Stefan was supposed to be responsible for her welfare.

At an angry honk from behind her, she reigned her chaotic thoughts back in and drove back to her house for the rest of the day. She was certainly not going to return to his place if she could avoid it. Maybe she would call Diaval and have him investigate if Stefan had ever been accused of child abuse.

To be continued…