AN: When you say that something is Immortal it means they cannot die, correct? So technically vampires cannot die. No matter how they are injured. I mean yeah, some books and movies say they can die from a stake or from decapitation. But if that's the truth, what's the point of having the title of Immortality? In this story, Regina CANNOT die. No matter what you do to her. She is immortal and that's that. But Emma can and will die. But I won't make this some angst story where Emma dies and Regina turns cold. That's just not what I want from this. Just bare with me and everything will turn out beautifully. :)

And I will give Emma a few special powers, considering she was born with them in the show anyways.

"His eyes were white,"

"And are you sure it was a man?"

"He had no shirt on, just a cloak and torn jeans." Emma looked at Allen, "He didn't even have shoes on,"

"What did he smell like?"

"I don't know, I couldn't smell a trace of human on him, the smell wasn't our normal werewolf smell and he defiantly didn't smell like any vampire,"

Granny, Allen, Daniel and Sue sat at a dark brown table that Emma had sitting in her dinning room. She sat at the head of the table while she recalled the events the night before.

She lived in a three bedroom two story house that she worked hard for through out the years. A black cat with yellow eyes the only thing that kept her company for the last five years. Currently he sat in her lap and purred softly while her hand pet his silky fur, his tail wagging slowly.

"Vampires smell like a sweet wine. Werewolves smell like pine trees and dirt." Sue said. "What creature doesn't have a smell?"

Allen looked at Emma, "Was there any putrid smell?"

"No," she shook her head, "It smelt like…." She stopped to try and come up with a word to describe what she did smell. "Acetone and ash, with a hint of ozone," Emma tilted her head at the words she came up with. "To be frank, the man smelt…good."

"Something is not right," Granny spoke. "A dead human should never smell good before death, no matter the change."

"He isn't dead, dearie," came a voice, "nor is he human,"

Everyone looked up from one another to spot a tiny man with shoulder length hair pulled back into a low pony tail. The smile on his face looked amused. He wore a black cloak that covered his body, the hood sat on his back.

"Rumy," Sue smiled at seeing the man and stood to greet him. The cloak split open and a gloved hand reached out to touch the woman's cheek.

"Good evening my dear Sue,"

"Emma, this is Rumy Gold," Granny introduced from her spot at the table. "We asked him to join us,"

Rumy walked over to Emma, Sue close beside him, as he held out his hand to the young Alpha wolf. "A traveling Chronomancer," he stated his title with pride.

Emma slid her hand into his and they shook briefly. "Thank you for coming,"

"Shall we begin?" Rumy asked everyone in the room as Sue pulled a chair up from him to sit in front of Emma. His cloak split a little more to show the skin tight pants he wore, his riding leather boots pulled up to his calves.

"We're waiting for Vincent to return," Daniel announced.

The group began to talk amongst themselves in quiet whispers. The feeling of eyes burning a hole in the side of her head made Emma look next to her to see Rumy staring at her intently. A small grin on his thin lips. It was a little unnerving but she showed no emotion to how it kind of bothered her. Her green eyes landed on her slumbering feline friend and a soft smile tugged at her lips.

Eventually though, Emma's front door opened and Vincent walked in looking rather agitated.

"About time," Granny said and stood up from her seat. Vincent waved his hand at her, a way of saying not now. The old woman smiled and sat back down.

"Hello Rumy," the man greeted.

"Vincent,"

Emma felt her nose twitch. As if the wind was right there in her house, the scent of sweet red wine floated around her. Her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply. This scent was mixed with something else, something special.

"Emma,"

She opened her eyes to see everyone staring at her, including their newest visitor. Green eyes glanced over to the woman and felt her heart skip a beat. A dark purple one piece Ruched dress hugged tightly to every curve the woman possessed. The neck line curved in a V shape and showed as much cleavage as possible. The hem coming a few inches above her knees with an Armani Exchange black belt around her waist. Black Berkshire silky sheer stockings and black platform stiletto slip on heels. A thin dark purple silky scarf that covered around her bare arms. Her long ebony hair in soft curls that framed her beautiful face. Her eyes were that of fire red with the pupils in a cat like slit.

"Quite a few familiar faces in this room," her voice sounded like liquid silk. The slight rasp did not go unnoticed by the blonde werewolf though. Those eyes, fire meeting sea, locked with Emma's and something tugged at her heart strings. "And a very beautiful new one,"

Emma stood abruptly, her cat jumping from her lap, so she could walk around Rumy and hold her hand out to the woman. "Emma Swan, it's nice to meet you," she introduced. Trying so hard to keep her voice from breaking but the slightly taller woman could hear the nervousness in it, which caused her to smile and show her fangs briefly.

"My name is Regina Mills," she returned and slipped her hand into Emma's slowly, as if to tease her. The moment skin touched skin, a jolt of electricity shot through both women. Emma was left confused and Regina left with a wide smile. "It's a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance, Miss Swan,"

Emma swallowed thickly and nodded. "L-Like wise, Miss Mills,"

"That's Lady Mills to you, dog,"

Valentina had watched the entire exchanged with growing anger. Regina was hers and she was not about to let some young pup swoop in and take her away. Emma looked over to the woman and felt a sense of anger shoot through her but she just smiled and stepped away from Regina.

"I'm sorry," she held a hand up and took two more steps back. Regina watched her.

"Now that we have gotten all the pleasantries out of the way, shall we start this?" Vincent asked. His hand grabbed a hold of Emma so he could lead her back to her seat. Regina glanced back at Valentina and smirked. The vampire's eyes lowered.

"Alright, just imagine the time and place you want to remember," Rumy began to say as Emma faced him. He removed one of his gloves and held it over her forehead. "Once you have it in your mind, give me a nod,"

Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath before allowing her mind to empty and be replaced with the Enchanted Forest. When she gave the nod, Rumy placed his index and middle finger on the spot just above her eyebrows and instantly she was transported into a different realm.

Enchanted Forest. Oct. 23rd. 1190

Emma opened her eyes and found she was right back where her life had restarted. In the woods behind her parents castle. Blinking a few times she looked around and saw she was alone. The sky was just as dark as she remembered it and the moon was full. High in the sky.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

Her body jerked in action and she ran towards the scream where she just caught sight of the massive wolf pouncing on her twin sister. It was a wolf. It didn't look anything like what she saw that night by the train tracks. No. She turned and covered her ears. She couldn't watch this. She refused to watch the death of her sister. She had to relive it in her dreams, she didn't want the act burned in her brain. She waited and waited. Finally something told her to open her eyes. She did.

This time she was in a room. It was the medical room in her parents castle. Her eyes glanced around to spot anyone. No one was there. No one but her sister. She swallowed thickly. In slow steps, Emma walked up to her and paused. Her face looked peaceful, calm and not in pain.

"Oh Sarah," she whispered and used a hand to swipe away a lock of blonde hair from her cheek. "I'm so sorry," and with that she pulled the blanket back to reveal….nothing. she was completely empty. Her rib bones were even cleaned. "Oh god," Emma slapped a hand over her mouth as tears spilled down her cheeks. She closed her eyes to grieve a little, something she wasn't able to do.

After the tears stopped, she continued to inspect. Her arms didn't have any holes. Her neck was clean. Nothing new on her legs or ankles. The only thing Emma noticed differently was her heart missing. That was something new, something of value when she returns. Once she was done, Emma recovered her sisters body and with one single kiss to her forehead, Emma was sucked back into her body.

Present time Storybrooke

Emma opened her eyes with a loud gasp as she wobbled back in her seat. Vincent was there to hold her steady.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She looked up at him and nodded. It had gotten dark outside, from what she could tell.

"You were gone for a few hours," Rumy explained from his spot in front of her. Eyes hooded, Emma blinked lazily and leaned into Vincent's chest. "Take some time, that certain spell will and can drain anyone who its used upon,"

Emma just lets her eyes droop close and she slumps down. Vincent picks her up and cradles her in his arms bridal style before walking her over to the living room then lays her on the couch. Regina watches from her spot leaned against the entry way of the dining room. She watches as Vincent covers Emma with the blanket on the back of the couch. The woman couldn't quite put her finger on it but, something about Emma had her intrigued. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Val, come with me," she said. Her servant obeyed instantly as they walked to the front door. Regina opened it and they both slipped out.

"Something wrong there?" Sue asked.

Granny had been watching the entire scene between Emma and Regina. She saw the reaction when they touched. She knew. She was suppose to know. "Regina is punishing the girl for lashing out at Emma earlier," she explained.

SMACK

Valentina's head snapped to the side from the hard slap, her left cheek stung but she didn't say a word.

"I enjoy you Val, but when you feel the need to yell at someone you have no right to be yelling at, I will have no choice but to punish you," Regina spoke with a soft yet eerily cold tone. "This is the only warning you get while we are here,"

Valentina kept her head down but nodded anyways. She may love Regina but Regina does NOT love her. And she knows that.

AN: I have struggled with the color of Emma's eyes. Are they blue? Are they green? Fuck it, they're gonna be sea green. Its both blue and green.

A lot of questions arise from this chapter. A few of them will be answered in the next so be prepared. And also, death can smell either of Acetone or of rotting flesh, it depends on your body. But again, the answers await you in the next chapter.

Emma and Regina. Slow Burn. SQ end game.

Also. I was told to make Regina somewhat hate Emma in this. Well I tried and the way this story is gonna be, I can't do it. So here is this chapter. Enjoy. I know for a fact you guys are tired of waiting. :)

Chow darlings. ~