Sorry for the late update! Here's another chapter!


When the bell rang for lunch, Henry immediately packed up his things and headed to the library. Even though he loved school, Health wasn't something he was interested in. The only subjects he cares about is the writing part of English and even the basics of History, nothing scientifical. He felt that with science everything was limited and based on concrete evidence. With writing, there is no limit to what can occur. He could put everything down on paper: his life and even crazy adventures he's always dreamed of going on. Everything magical and full of fairytale endings, the complete opposite of his life.

Writing adventures was the only brief escape from his life that has worked. Growing up wasn't easy with the moving around constantly in order to avoid suspicions. Henry had always used his imagination to explain the reasons for the moving when he was at a young age. He would imagine that they were on some adventure to find hidden treasure. After a while, he finally understood that most of the time when they moved was because of his mother's many slipups.

He loved his mother, he really did. He just hated it when she would make horrible decisions, most of the time without thinking about him or the consequences. It was only when he was turned into a vampire himself, that his mother finally took a hard look at herself and started changing for the better. The only times where she slipped up was when she got angry and either herself or hunters who wanted her dead. His mother told him that she's had anger issues for a long time, but never specified as to why but he at least figured out who caused it all. Henry didn't know everything about what happened between his mother and his grandparents, but what he did find out is that it would be close to impossible for her to completely let go of her anger.

His mother's anger issues led him to think about Cora and Leo. He knew he shouldn't. His mother never liked him to think about his grandparents. The main reason behind that being that she didn't want him to think horrible thoughts like how he should kill them. Even though Henry believed that he could think what he wanted, he knew his mother was in the right place in not wanting him to become as horrible as she could be.

Shaking his head of negative thoughts, Henry decided to continue his book that he started to write when they moved here. It was about how fairytale characters were cursed by an evil villain. That was as far as he got, he was still thinking of more ideas. Once he got all of his supplies out, he heard a throat being cleared right in front of him. He looked up and saw a girl with blonde hair with blue eyes hiding behind some glasses. What really stood out about her was the red leather jacket she was currently sporting. Henry could only imagine the fashion lecture his mother would give her.

"You're the new kid right?" she blurted out while pushing her glasses back up her nose.

He set his pencil down before responding. "Yeah. Who wants to know?"

"Oh, sorry! I forgot to introduce myself," she said while smacking herself on the forehead. She held her hand out as she continued. "My name is Emma Swan, I'm a junior here."

"Henry Mills, junior as well," he said as he took Emma's offered hand.

The moment both of their hands connected was something he hadn't felt in all his decades of living. It was a hot, burning sensation that made him immediately retract his hand from Emma's grasp. Shaking his hand from the pain, he noticed that she had a confused look on her face. It was either because she didn't know what happened or she did know what happened but was confused about it.

"You're a vampire?" she whispered so only he could hear.

Now it was Henry's turn to be taken aback. "H-how did you know that?" he asked, trying to make his voice demanding instead of scared like he secretly was.

Emma shrugged as if it were an obvious answer to a simple question. "Simple. I'm a witch and I could sense what you were when we shook hands. That's the only way to detect another supernatural creature without needing a spell. That I know of anyway." She sat down across the table before she continued. "With vampires I feel a cold and dark sensation while they feel a burning one, with werewolves both of us would ache all over and with my fellow kin we mutually feel a warm and happy sensation. Now from your reaction, I take it that you've never met a witch before?"

Henry had to think about that for a moment. In all his decades of being alive, he's never felt that burning sensation without it coming from the sun and not a person. He was pretty sure he's never met one considering of how protective his mother was of him. She would always talk about how they should never trust a witch, saying that there was a centuries' old feud between the two species. His mother made it sound like it was worse than the feud between vampires and werewolves, especially since witches were a servant of nature and vampires were an abomination of it. His mother didn't know the cause of the feud between vampires and werewolves, but she did think that it was either because it's a stupid reason, or it started a very long time ago and only the involved parties knew.

"No, I haven't. I would've remembered that feeling before," he finally said.

Suddenly an interesting thought came to his mind. "Why aren't you doing anything?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

He sighed. "Typically when someone I meet finds out what I am, they have one of three reactions: one, they think I'm joking; two, they do believe me and are fascinated; or three, they believe me and are feeling either fear or anger towards me. I've been observing you since you sat down and I haven't noticed any of those reactions in your facial expressions or your body language. So, I ask again, why aren't you doing anything?"

Emma didn't answer for a moment, then she sighed. "I guess the reason lies behind my superpower." When Henry gave a confused look, she continued to explain. "I can tell when someone is lying. I can also tell if someone is good or bad based on their facial expressions and body language." She finished with a smile.

"So what does that mean for me?" he asked.

"Simple. You're a nice guy Henry Mills. I mean, there are vampires out there who—" Emma suddenly paused as a new thought entered her mind. The longer she pondered her thought, the paler she seemed to get. He was about to ask her if she was okay when she started speaking again. "Mills? Henry Mills... Are you by chance related to a Regina Mills? Please say you aren't!"

He was taken aback by her sudden change in emotion. One minute she was carefree and the next she looked like she was scared of her own shadow. "Um…yeah I am actually. She's my mother," He said hesitantly.

"Shit!" I heard her mutter before she put her head in her hands, covering how upset she sounded. After a couple of minutes, she looked up looking like she was trying to calm herself down without much success. It was by mere speculation that Emma Swan has heard of his mother's fearsome reputation. He couldn't tell whether he should tell her that his mother wasn't a monster anymore or if he should keep quiet knowing the possibility that he wouldn't be believed.

When it looked like she wasn't going to start talking, Henry calmly asked, "What exactly do you know about my mother?"

For a minute, he didn't think she had heard him because she was so quiet and staring off into space. She then shook herself out of her petrified daze and responded. "My family is the type to always fight for good which is why they made it their mission to learn everything they can about the evil in this world. Sadly, they're making me continue this tradition. I wish we were like the other witch families that kept to themselves," She paused to take a breath. "Your mother gets mentioned at my house constantly. My parents keep obsessing over every possible path to take her down. I guess you could say her past… misdeeds are popular among us witches."

Henry let what Emma said soak in. One of the only possible ways that someone would want to do harm to his mother was either she did something to them or the idea of taking down Regina has been ingrained in their brains for generations. That last thought made him a bit wary. Taking measures to protect his mother, he leaned forward and said almost threateningly, "I hope you're not a part of this obsession. Trust me when I say that if my mother were to catch wind of this, it would end badly for everyone involved."

Emma immediately shook her head. "No, trust me I'm nothing like my parents. I don't believe in eliminating all the bad out there like I'm on some insane rampage. I do believe that evil must be stopped, but not to the extreme measures that my parents are resorting to."

"Do you know why your parents are obsessed over her?" he asked, staring her hard in the face. If he wasn't paying as much attention as he was, he wouldn't have seen a brief flinch at the mention of his question. "You do, don't you?"

Before she could think about responding, they were interrupted.

"Henry? You're Henry Mills right?" One of the guys in Henry's history class walked up out of breath. He is the one who his mother is always around with. Robin something, he thought his name was.

"Yes?"

"Something happened in the cafeteria." Robin explained, which instantly made Henry worried. Not for his mother per se, but for the people around her. "Don't worry, Regina's fine…I think. Marian said some things to her which got her a little angry, but she ran off before she did something. I figured you would know where she would've gone."

The locker room Henry instantly thought. His mother would always submerge herself in cold water to help with her anger. Odds are the showers in the girl's locker room is where she would be. "Don't worry," he told Robin. "I know where she went."

And with that, he got up and practically ran to the locker room. Once he was right outside, he hesitated. What if there's girls in there? He wondered. Then he realized that there weren't. If there were, he would be hearing muffled whimpering rather than the shower running.

"Just go in Henry," Emma said right behind him, which made him jump a little. That small action made her laugh. "Wow, I can't believe I actually scared one of your kind!"

"Shut up," he mumbled before he just went in.

XXXXXX

Regina was trembling the whole way out of the cafeteria. The number one thought at the front of her mind was how someone could know that much about her. She was too old for anyone in this day in age to know something, unless another vampire talked or they found written documentation. The first scenario was more plausible than the second, since there were vampires in this town back then. Regina did keep a journal of her life from when she learned how to write to when she left town with Henry, but that journal was currently on her shelf in her room. Unless someone like her parents kept a journal that she didn't know about, the first option was the reason she was going with.

Besides, the first reason made the most sense especially with what went on with Marian. She knew that something was off when Marian was practically spouting out the truth of Regina's past without getting her facts wrong. At one point during that conversation, Regina noticed that even though it sounded like she was pouring all of her feelings into letting everyone know her secrets, it didn't quite reach her eyes. That was when she realized that Marian had been compelled to say those things. Having been a master at manipulation and compulsion in the past, Regina knew that once the conversation was done, she wouldn't remember what was said.

That didn't stop Regina from wanting to hurt the girl for that though, which was why she immediately went straight for the girls' locker room. She knew that there would be no one in there just in case she lashed out in uncontrollable anger. Deep down, Regina knew, that she hoped there would be someone in the locker room. So that she could channel her rage into a human girl's neck, but she wanted to make her son proud. Luckily for her, there was no one.

She immediately took off her shirt with trembling hands and headed towards the showers. Turning the nobs all the way to cold, she then ducked her head completely under the steady stream. Getting soaked finally allowed her to take calming, deep breaths.

She didn't know how long she was under the cold stream, but after a while she heard voices coming from right outside the locker room. She didn't think anything of it considering there wasn't going to be any classes for another ten minutes or so. Just in case, she decided to get out of there. She had just turned off the water and was in the process of putting her shirt back on when her son rounded the corner.

Before he could open his mouth, she beat him to it. "I'm fine, Henry. You should be proud; I calmed down by myself."

"That fact won't stop me from feeling worried," Henry said, arms crossed.

"Worried about what? Me? Or the humans around me?" Regina asked, with a bitter tone. When her son didn't answer immediately, she picked up her backpack and made her way out of the locker room.

As she was walking away, she heard a faint "Reny!", but she wasn't gonna hear any of it. For now, at least. Currently, she was still rattled over the events in the cafeteria so she wouldn't be much in the mood to deal with anything.

Once she walked out of the locker room, she was met with blond hair and green eyes hidden behind thick glasses. Green eyes that were showing fear, most likely towards her. Before Regina could interrogate this person further, Henry appeared.

"This is Emma Swan," he introduced.

Swan? The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Instead of racking her brain pointlessly, she decided to find out who she was herself. She would do the whole interrogating thing she normally does but Henry would see and they were in a public place with several cameras for safety purposes. The also knew that simply asking this girl would be a waste of time considering the guarded expression on her face, put there to mask the fear Regina knew she was feeling. If the sound of her heartbeat and the smell of sweat was anything to go by.

As soon as she took one step to analyze this Miss Swan, she got this sudden sharp pain in her skull. She immediately stepped back with a groan. It felt like needles were poking at her brain endlessly. Sadly, she was no stranger to this type of spell so she was able to pull out of it quickly. Once the pain was gone she was able to think clearly. Wait… spell? Now she knew why the name Swan sounded so familiar.

"Swan," she stated, looking into the blonde's eyes. "A witch."

"Not just a witch," Emma shook her head, ignoring Henry's warning as he somehow knew what she was about to say. "I'm Mary Margaret and David's daughter."

That statement immediately sank into Regina's mind. She knew exactly who this girl's parents were…and she didn't like it one bit.


A/N: Dun-dun-dun! I'm planning on doing Regina's past with Snow a little bit different

P.S. I don't know if any of you have noticed some similarities between this and a certain vampire show... it's intentional! That show is my favorite version of vampires! =)