AN: I had said this previously. I won't be updating every day. I want to take the time to read over my work and fix anything I have missed or messed up. Now I can't promise the final product will be perfect, but I can promise a close second. I don't use Beta's, I could never really find one I trust. So I rely on my eyes and yours. :) So, here you all are. Chapter 3.

Her ears picked up the sound of someone walking, a few feet from her. She knew who it was from the way their left leg put more presser on their left foot when their right foot just skimmed ground. Plus the sound of the wooden cane clacking against the cement ground of the side walk.

"Something bothering you my child?" Vincent asked. He was an elder man, not too much older then her but could pass to be her father in the real world. His black hair began to gray a bit on the sides and the corners of his eyes had crows feet. His warm brown eyes showed Emma he favored her, just like Granny and Sue did.

"Hello," she bowed her head in respect but just as Granny did a while ago, the man tilted Emma's head up with the tip of his index finger.

"No need to bow to me, you are as much an Alpha as I am. Now," giving her a smile as he leaned on his cane. "What is bothering you?"

Emma sighed a bit. She had just been staring at the sky as it began to darken. It was the second night of the full moon, the most powerful of all. "This…thing, whatever it is," she explained. Vincent nodded his head for her to continue. "It's killing people the way my sister was murdered,"

The man's eyes harden. "Are you sure?"

"I'm more then sure," Emma bit her lip and a worried look came to her face. "No one found the thing that did it, I suffered twice that night. Being turned and watching my sister die." She knew what she saw. "It's exactly the same way except for the holes,"

There are little to few people who know the passing of Sarah Swan. Vincent and Granny both were new werewolves themselves but they had enough time to become Alpha's and were able to find out about it. When Emma turned 14, she began to show signs of re-birthing. (A process where young freshly new werewolves begin to turn and gain their newly required powers. It's also the time they begin their training.) Granny took her under her wing in the time being, showed Emma the ins and outs before her real teacher, Belle French, took over. By the time Emma turned 18, she was well on her way to becoming an Alpha.

"The fairy did say there were no other markings on her body," Vincent agreed.

"That she saw without actually undressing the rest of my sister."

"What are you saying Emma?"

The Alpha sighed. "Is there a way I could maybe look back at the time my sister was taken, at least to see if there are any other wounds?"

"I don't know my child, that's harder magic that none of us really possess. We are werewolves, not witches or warlocks," Vincent watched Emma's green eyes down cast in disappointment. "The last fairy that could help is Blue but she's far complicated to find in the amount of time we don't have for this to be solved," he continued. They grew quiet for a moment, the crisp cool fall wind blowing past them. They both inhaled.

Green worried eyes locked with Brown shocked ones. Blood. They could smell blood and it wasn't far from where they stood. Walking behind the theater they shifted quickly into wolves and ran down the darkened road, being sure to hide from in coming traffic. Their noses took them down Cedar St and led them to some train tracks. There was an old train station that looked abandoned as they trotted over. Emma's chest tightened with fear as the smell got stronger the more they got closer.

Emma look.

Vincent's voice invaded her mind as her neon red eyes glanced over to the field on the other side of the tracks. Something massive hunched over and the sounds of crunching could be heard.

Crunching. Snapping. Ripping. Gurgling. The same sounds she heard when her sister was being eaten. Before she knew it, Emma had charged after the thing.

EMMA!

She ignored Vincent as blind rage filled her body. A normal Beta would act this way, but this was century's of sadness and hurt that fueled her. That drove her body to plow right into the side of the creature. They tumbled and rolled, Emma snapping her sharp teeth at it's face as she tried to bite any part of it. Soon she was tossed aside but she landed on her feet perfectly. Snarling as Red eyes met….white? The creature had white eyes. The creature was also on two legs and looked to be a man. No, he didn't smell of a man. He smelt like…..death? No, he didn't look dead.

By the time Emma could even wrap her mind around any of it, the man escaped into the night as Vincent came up next to her.

Emma, are you okay?

Yes.

They shifted back to human form and walked over to the dead person. The stomach had been the only thing eaten on, but enough to kill the poor soul. Something was different with this corpse though. It's heart was still intact.

"This has got to stop," Emma whispered. Her eyes hardened at the sight. Vincent hummed his approval.

"Emma, when your sister died, did she have her heart still or was it eaten as well?"

"I…I don't remember. It was something I didn't linger too much on at the time,"

Vincent gave a slight nod before turning away. "We will call for the cops when we get back. There's someone who might be able to help us after all,"

Florence, Italy. October 24th 2013. 1:47 a.m.

The piercing sound of the old landline telephone rang through the entire mansion. The party below was louder and festive, no one felt the need to stop and answer such a trivial thing. At least hundreds of people were there, mostly were drunk others were ready to go home. But the host and her friends were ready to continue the party.

"Mills residents, who may I ask is speaking?" the Italian accent of the woman was thick and dripped with fake sweetness.

"Valentina, this is Vincent Wade."

The name caused the woman to freeze and her dead heart tremble just slightly. He was a scary man for sure.

"Yes Mr. Wade, how can I assist you tonight?"

"I was hoping Lady Mills was around, I have urgent news to speak with her,"

"Of course, allow me to find her," she stated kindly. True kindness. "Would you mind holding for the moment?"

"Of course,"

Valentina set the receiver down and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She had no idea who was scarier, Him or Lady Mills. Either way, both were power houses and no one dared to mess with them. She climbed the stairs to the house and searched every room. Hoping she was closer as to not keep Vincent waiting. When the upstairs area was empty she floated downstairs quickly and searched the rest of the area.

"My dear Val, why do you look so….afraid?"

The smooth raspy voice caught her attention and she spun on her heel to find Lady Mills standing there in all of her glory.

"My Lady, you have a phone call," the woman fell to one knee as a show of obedience. The woman smiled.

"And who might it be at this godly hour?"

Valentina stood. "Vincent Wade,"

The name brought a wide grin on the Lady's face as she glided over to her office and sat behind her desk.

"Valentina, send the guests home. I believe it's time to settle down," she spoke with calm radiance. The younger woman nodded her head and began to shut the office door. "Oh, and be sure to eat your dinner as well, it'll only get cold my dear,"

"As you wish," Valentina gave a swift nod before shutting the door behind her.

The lady waited till she knew her servant was long gone before picking up the receiver to her solid dark purple vintage French Victorian halloween style rotary dial telephone with gold trim. "Vincent Wade, to what do I owe the pleasure of receiving a nightly phone call from you?" her voice thick with curiosity.

"Regina Mills, you sound as happy as ever. Did you eat enough to fill that large ego of yours?"

The woman let out a quiet laugh as she sat back in her chair and snapped her fingers. A purple silk robe adorned her body, her left leg crossing over the other. "You flatter me so,"

"Listen, I don't have time for games tonight." The mans voice switched from playful to serious. "I need your help with something,"

"And what's in it for me?" Regina asked. Her free hand trailed down her smooth leg as she balanced the receiver between her cheek and shoulder.

"Do you always have to have something in return for helping us? You got a whole damn country,"

"Now Vincent, we all know my mother taught me to take the things I want when I want but I refused to live by her words. So I'll ask again. What. Is. In. It. For me?" her voice oozed syrupy sarcastic goodness.

"At the moment I don't have anything. But if you come to the U.S. we can and will talk about your price, deal?"

Regina had the cord twirled around the tip of her finger as she thought about it. Honestly, she didn't care what she got, she liked to ruffle the mans feathers a bit. He scared her servants so she would play with his emotions. Right now, he was getting angry and she loved every minute of it.

With a sigh she answered, "I suppose I could just wait till I get there,"

"Great!" he exclaimed sarcastically. "Meet me in a little town called Storybrooke, Maine when you arrive,"

"Hmm," she answered then hung up her phone. "Storybrooke huh," tapping her manicured finger nail against the hardwood top of her desk, Regina stared ahead as a sense of excitement overwhelmed her. A wide smile formed on her face. "Valentina! I need your assistance!"

AN: Ahhh! Emma and Regina will meet for the first time guys!!! Anyone excited!?

So the history behind Florence is that the ever first vampire was originally from Italy. He was created by being cursed and gifted by the Greek gods. So I figured it could be the best placed where the other vampires live, plus there's a reason Regina owns an entire country. Of course I will explain more on that in future chapters. And as for Regina. Well, I want her to be as cocky as ever. But also feared. I don't know. It's AU so I might just have her be insanely different from the show. We will just see how my writing takes.

I hope you are all enjoying so far. ~