A/N - I will not lie. Your responses to this fic made me smirk deeply. Because I realized that I am not alone in shipping #MayorQueen! Thanks a bunch!

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They found him exactly where he was expected to be, sauntering around on that cesspit that was labelled as the Jolly Roger. The very vessel that stank with the smell of rotten fish and the depths of the sea.

Cracks and crevices. The wind howling through those loose boards and flapping the sails as he stood on deck, proudly accepting the fact that his resurrection was more than warranted. That he was in some way, a revived hero, to come sweeping back into Storybrooke and into the arms of the woman who had stupidly fallen for his sickly state.

"Remember that one night stand?" The Evil Queen turned to Regina and her maddening smile stretched across a pasty face. "When he tore at my corset and shoved his way in? I think it lasted for less than five minutes. Waste of a man. He has a penis the size of a two inch nail." She cackled hoarsely.

"I felt as if I was being fucked with a finger," the shorter hair brunette smirked, standing next to her twin and feeding off of the darkness radiating from it. "To be honest, he couldn't have done a better job if I pleaded."

"Knowing all too well that I never wanted a man to take me to bed," the Evil Queen completed, their eyes meeting and fiery alike.

"What is it that she sees in him that I cannot offer? Is it his stench?" Regina wondered out loud.

"I think it's his stubble," the Evil Queen suggested.

"But she can savour the feel of that between my legs, can't she?" with her face upturned, Regina appeared severely demonic within the shadows on the docks. "I think she fucks him because he reminds her of a poor and disrespectful substitute to me."

"Is that so?" The Queen's dark tendrils of her hair lightly lifted in the wind. Her brown orbs widened. "Oh what shame there is in that. Why choose a man's form over my own form?"

"I suppose that she may truly be inclined...that way," Regina gestured with a hand and shrugged. Any kind of cuteness on her face had vanished, and was replaced by an evil glint. "She may be straight."

"Emma Swan?" The Evil Queen stared at her twin, "as straight as an arrow? That is ludicrous. I just need to awaken her appetite for a body like mine. Because who wouldn't want everything I have to offer?" Gesturing at the swell of her honey coloured breasts, the Queen proudly smirked. "After I bury her face into these, I'll bend her fucking arrow in less than a second."

Regina smiled. The straining of the sails upon the rope was the only sound that filled the night. It was definitely after six and she was more than ready to destroy the obstacle for good.

"Shall we get on with it?" The Queen's outstretched hand attempted to guide the other woman along.

"After you, my dear," Regina's chest puffed out as she chuckled within her throat. Was it really happening? Both of them on a quest to destroy the source of all this current evil? "Time to murder the mascot."

"Time to murder the mascot. Time to murder the mascot," her twin chanted as she gaily skipped down the boarded docks, those dangerously high heels clicking in front of Regina.

Oh how the ship rocked upon those rough waters. Rocking and swaying as if to pry itself free from the anchor, to escape from their wrath. She had a delightful vision of flames eating up the sickening vessel. Perhaps it could be managed; the possibility of destroying all and every trace of him. Until he was nothing to this world and he was safely trapped in the underworld.

He couldn't be Emma's True Love, could he?

If he was, then it was a pity that his death would provide her with a second chance.

It was all too delicious to feel that way once more; out on a mission with someone to destroy. Someone to crush. Someone to kill.

As the ship was approached, Hook didn't even notice the two forms slipping on board. He was busy rolling a diseased looking cloth around his hook, gazing into the night as if searching for his purpose in life. Because he had no purpose, did he? He was nothing. So Regina thought. At least both of them felt that much anger brewing inside.

Whilst one bravely swayed onto the vessel, her eyes gleaming, the other followed closely behind, still not as evil as expected but riding on the waves of dark surges of murder. She was on a hunt to diminish a man. And what other way could her appetite be satisfied than to watch him bleed out?

"We have you surrounded, Captain," said the Evil Queen, displaying herself with arms spread open as she grinned from ear to ear. The sequins on her gown shimmered even in the blackness of the night. "I would ask you to surrender but the look in your eyes when I catch you by surprise would be even more entertaining."

At first he was absolutely stunned to be faced with someone from his past. In all her glory, the Queen had a childish air about her in the still of the night. It definitely unnerved him. It unnerved him because of the doppelganger or rather because his mind was becoming strained from the occurrence.

Hook couldn't quite understand the situation unfolding. Hadn't he seen Regina just a few hours ago with Henry wrapped in her arms as they walked down Main Street? Didn't she look as pleased as possible to be finally be home? Emma said nothing that seemed to worry her about the Queen. That she might be on the verge of cracking under pressure again. But they did suspect it, didn't they?

"Robin," he found himself saying, staring at the woman who had been erased and replaced by a redeemed one. "So this is the path you've chosen again, your Majesty."

"I like when you refer to me as that," said the Evil Queen whilst Regina lingered in the shadows, unseen still. "It reminds me of when you choked me, trying to get a reaction from me those many years ago whilst we dirtily fucked each other."

Although Hook wished not to display his pleased reaction from that memory, a smile washed over his face. That night, many years ago when she had sauntered into the depths of the Jolly Roger, after Cora's demise. Her perfume had been the same then; heavy scent of roses and death. Because she always had a womanly appeal and yet her darkness could frighten many men. Except him.

"So you come all the way out here, in your corset and gown, to remind me of that night?" He found it rather strange.

The Evil Queen gestured at herself. "I felt violated that night. Cheated. Of all the times I sought out a short fuck, yours was the shortest straw in the lot. Tell me," she licked her lips and those eyes flicked between his legs, "is Emma satisfied with what you have to offer or does she pity you, you weak man?"

"Regina, don't," he held up his shining hook and appeared slightly offended by the memory unearthed. "The past is behind us and you should be very well aware of that. This is not the person you want to be again."

"I am where I want to be and I am who I want to be. Compared to a dirty pirate as yourself, I don't think that you have the right to advise me on that subject."

"Think of what Henry would say if he sees you like this," Hook tried to reason with her, "think of what the Charmings would see. Emma."

From the moment her name slipped out through his cracked lips, both of their forms twitched. Regina, standing behind him and still unseen felt her head roar from rage. Fists clenched, she stared at the man who had constantly brandished his disgusting self around town to steal Swan away and it sickened her. But not as much as it sickened the Evil Queen who twitched and strode forth with such passion, her eyes glowed.

"How dare you speak of her in my presence!" she spat, closing the distance between them and grabbing his scrawny neck. "You fucking disgrace of a man..."

She wouldn't have used the 'f' word but Regina stood on the sidelines and savoured every second of the display on deck. She could almost feel her very own fingers wrapping around the pirate's neck. It was maddening.

"Might I remind you that certain parts of your past has never been heard of by Miss Swan?" The Evil Queen's fingers tightened around his neck as he struggled, clawed at those strong hands, his eyes beady. "You killed your father! You bedded whores. You slapped women about and stole from poor innocent villagers whilst your men raped women along the way. And you attempt to speak to me about who I am?"

"It's...not..." he couldn't breathe, his vision pinched, "...me...anymore. I've...changed."

"A crocodile never loses its fangs or ugly skin," she drew her lips closer to his face, "you of all people should know that, since your thirst for vengeance is still aimed at Rumpelstiltskin."

Hook could struggle all he wanted but it was evident that the darkness that consumed the Evil Queen was far more powerful than even his physical strength. For she was powerful beyond understanding. She always had been. The kind of woman who would tower even above the current version of them both, remaining in the shadows. When she unfolded her form before an army, they would heed to every warning and kill on command.

"If you could just see reason here," he choked, struggling to breathe. "Henry would never...want you to become this person again -"

"I am already this person," the Queen reminded him. "I will always be this person. You of all people should know that. The thirst for murder doesn't diminish after the first several thousand kills. It only makes you crave for more. Look at me." She shook him within her grasp as the sails flapped and the ship groaned. "Do you see the fire in my eyes?"

"Regina -" he gasped when she squeezed his throat more, his eyes bulging.

"It's your Majesty, you fool!" And her eyes began to glow, like a cat's pair in the night. "Dear," she reared her neck to consider her twin standing in the shadows, "come forth and show yourself. I want you to watch him as he bleeds himself out on this cesspit. Your blood..." Regina slowly came forward, trembling from rage fuelled by Hook as the Evil Queen choked him, "...will seep into these floorboards and I will sink this fucking ship with your body on it. No one will ever know what happened to you when I'm done -"

When Hook latched his eyes upon the shorter hair brunette who stood behind the Queen, he gasped and sputtered even more. Watching as she stood there glaring, those brown eyes on fire, with clenched fists and a heaving chest. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

"Tell him what he needs to hear, dear," said the Queen, lifting Hook off of the ground whilst her nails drew blood from his neck. "Tell him what he's taken away from you."

"Her," she said, tasting bitter bile.

"Over and over again, you fish," the Evil Queen lifted him higher as if it was victorious to do so. "You stole her. Whilst I had to fall for a sorry excuse of a man who couldn't do the job." Suddenly, she allowed his feet to meet the deck of the ship. Her hoarse laughter rang out as something evil formed behind those brown eyes.

"Regina, what the bloody hell is this?" he asked in shock, staring at the brunette standing a few paces away. "Why are there two of you?"

"Two of me?" The Evil Queen gasped, "why you disrespectful little bitch!"

"Welcome to a mad, mad world, you invalid," Regina smirked, hugging herself as she eyed his demise with pleasurable eyes. "Oh how I wished Emma could witness you begging and pleading but then I wouldn't want to hurt her poor little heart...a heart that really and truly belongs to me."

"You are insane!" he cried, staring at her with the most astonished expression ever. "Is this all about Emma? How in the world could you possibly be that inclined to her?"

Before he could even form a full sentence, the woman before him conjured up a dagger as black as the night. And gripping the leather bound handle, the Evil Queen ran it smoothly into his midsection whilst he choked on the impact.

Blood spurted onto those pale fingers, soaking the bell sleeves around her wrist. And yet, she wasn't quite satisfied enough from one easy stab. The Evil Queen hungrily needed to watch him bleed until his last breath had escaped. She needed to feel his warm blood coat her hand and watch every drop escape onto the floor of his stinking ship. To rip his skin and tear away at it like the demon she was, as if her bare fangs were biting into his body like a rabid dog. Then and only then would she gain enough satisfaction to proceed.

And that is exactly what was accomplished, maintaining a grip of the dagger whilst its blade remained buried inside the man she detested. Watching into those widened eyes as pleasure rippled through her body, as the wind licked cold, pale skin. The Evil Queen gutted him like a hopeless fish, ripping the leather around his body as his arms hung limply down his sides. Because he had become a rag doll. Nothing more than a useless piece of filth that would eventually be washed away and forgotten of.

"It feels so good to kill again," the Queen inhaled deeply, still maintaining her grasp on the man. The sneer on her pale face was scary enough.

With choppy hair flapping in the wind, Regina stood some way off and observed the scene before her with satisfied a smirk. Hands shoved in her pockets, she only had to think of an action and it was done. She only had to fuel her rage into the vessel clad in that sequined gown and it was achieved easily. She only had to wish him to be tortured and he would be tortured. It was delicious. Almost feeling the blood on her hands as she grinned and wondered how he would feel to fail again.

"Luck wouldn't strike you two times in a row," she proudly said, whilst the knife was rammed into his chest once more. "You see, when I want something, Hook, I get it. Nothing stands in the way."

"Tell him," the Evil Queen urged, lifting her red stained fingers to wrap them around Hook's neck. He was sputtering, dying by the split second.

"I've always wanted to do this to you from the moment I stood between those trees in Neverland and watched you kiss the woman I have loved, from the first time we met," Regina's voice faltered a little as the feelings came forth like a tidal wave. "You stole her from me when I was too shy to make the first move. And I will never forgive you for that. Because you are nothing."

She watched blood run down the front of his pants like a fountain and smiled. "You can give her nothing compared to me. I am everything she wants and everything she will always want."

Then with one swift movement, the Evil Queen sliced the dagger across the Pirate's neck and drops of blood speckled her pale face. Without even flinching, the entity that contained the demon swelled with pride.

"It isn't fair that Robin, being the useless fuck he was, gets to die and stay in the underworld whilst you, being the even more useless fuck you are, gets a second chance," the Evil Queen tilted her head whilst her fingers still remained around Hook's neck, "you get me loud and clear, mate?"

"I kill when I cannot stand the urge," Regina said, inhaling deeply as she savoured the scene of death. "And guess what Pirate Mascot? She wouldn't even suspect that it's me. Because it wasn't me that killed you. It was her."

He wasn't even within that world anymore.

Hook's life had been snuffed out, his candle had burnt down at last.

But she didn't care.

"One last deed," the shorter hair brunette continued, her voice rising as the wind howled. "Love isn't weakness. Loving a man a weak man brings on a weakened form of love. Why love a man when you can love a woman as determined and as powerful as Emma?"

"Together we will be strong," the Evil Queen said and she angrily tossed Hook's lifeless form into a corner of the ship. It was glorious to feel how life could escape from a body. To feel powerful in such a way that you could control who lived and who didn't. "Yesssss," she hissed, as he tumbled onto the floor and didn't move, the deck under her coated in blood. "It's about time someone sank this ship. Bye bye to the one handed useless pile of filth."

Regina admired the hem of the Queen's gown that was reddening and she honestly relived the feeling within her very being; of killing and feeling triumphant.

Both of their eyes gleamed when they stood on deck a little while after and watched the ship slip into the waters. Like a rock. With maddening smiles, their faces shone as the tip of the highest pole disappeared into the depths whilst the wind whipped their dark hair about. And he was gone. Every inch of Hook had vanished.

"Do you feel victorious?" asked the Evil Queen, turning to glance at her twin who stood there an inch shorter but identical in face expression. "Dear? Do you feel...accomplished?"

Regina inhaled deeply. "Yesss," she hissed, "I do."

"I killed the obstacle standing in your way. Are you proud of me?" The Queen tilted her head, and very briefly, the strands of their hair kissed together, swirling closer.

"I am proud of you," the shorter hair brunette admitted. "Prouder than you can imagine."

"Then will you give me the chance to live or will you kill me still?"

"I can't kill you. Ever," Regina confessed, tasting those words on her tongue and savouring each one. "You must live. Because when times like these present themselves, I will need you."

"To do the dirty work, in other words," the Queen smirked. Both of them smirked. "Gladly."

"Now I must return home," Regina dove her hands into the pockets of that sexy black leather jacket and stepped back. "I need to form a good alibi when the discovery is made tomorrow."

"Oh no need to," the Evil Queen took a hold of her twin's shoulder and held on. Their eyes met and a gaze was enacted. "I'll take care of that bit. His body will never be found. I'll make it appear as if he left without saying goodbye."

"Care to finish it off with a disappointing letter written in his hand, to be discovered by Emma?" Regina's features had softened somewhat, as a harsh comparison to the fiery eyes only moments before.

"If you insist," the Queen curtsied gracefully. She laughed. "Care to finish our little meeting tonight off with a kiss?"

Regina glanced at the ground and licked her lips. "In all due respect, your Majesty, I never knew you to be the kind to seek permission before kissing someone. And it is unbecoming of you to -" she was silenced by their lips crushing together.

Aggressively, the two of them clawed at each other's chests and hair whilst moaning.

"Is this me being vain?" Regina gasped for air as their lips parted and the Queen sucked on her neck hungrily. "Devouring my own body?"

"This isn't your body anymore," the Queen reminded her, licking the flesh behind the other brunette's ear. "When you were me, you had the fire of a million volcanoes within your soul. You radiated with evil. Now you've just become a submissive wife and mother material."

"I like being like this," Regina pushed the Evil Queen back a few steps and smirked at her. "I am not submissive as you might think. I am still a topper. And by all means my softened exterior might trick Miss Swan. But buried deep within..."

"There's me."

Both of them gazed at each other.

"Yes," Regina nodded slowly. She licked her lips. "She's going to get what she wants -"

"Whether she is prepared for it or not," completed the Evil Queen. "Look at you, two sides of one coin. Two dragon heads, separately formed. All you have to do is flip the switch to power on whichever one of us you please. And voila!" The darkness within the brunette deepened. "You can cause destruction and get away with it easily."

"Easily," Regina repeated softly.

When she began to walk away, she was alone.

No one saw her arrive. No one saw her leave. It was a rare opportunity to take care of business. A luck and chance event. Even as she disappeared into purple smoke and reappeared in her bedroom, she could still feel her fingernails digging into Hook's neck and the way his blood coated her fingers.

Even as she peeled off her black leather jacket and leather skirt, she could still feel how powerful it was to lift him off the ground and have him bleed out in her grasp. It was like gutting a fish. He didn't even squirm enough. He didn't even put up a good fight. He was so weak. Men were so weak. Emma didn't need a weak man.

She needed the power of a Queen to be by her side.

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