A/N: Here we go! Many of you have been asking for someone to mix the twilight universe with our leading SQ ladies, and it's finally happened. I have to admit to not feeling at all too convinced of this idea at first, but the more I worked on the first chapter, the more I could clearly visualize it all coming together in my mind, and loving every turn my version of this Saga will take! ;) Without further adue, my fellow readers... Happy reading!
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Prologue
'It's going to happen, Emma- I've seen it."
"Mal… What's my other option?" Emma's voice rang in her head.
Or was it all a mirage?
Her last memory to life before it is stripped away from her, and she never again sees another light of day. She never again sees her father's tired, but gentle face. Her last memory of Emma.
"You know I won't be able to stop," she heard Emma's voice in a rough whisper.
"Then you find a will to stop. You have to choose, Emma. She only has minutes left."
Minutes left? If only her head would stop burning… If only her veins would stop burning…
Regina never gave much thought to how she would die. But dying in the place of someone she loved seemed like a good way to go.
Chapter 1:
Forks, Washington. Not exactly the ideal place to live in, in Regina's opinion. But, she didn't have much of a choice after her mother remarried and wanted to travel alongside husband number four. She would miss her mother. She'd miss Phil. He was a great husband for her mother and he made her happy, which was more than Regina could ask for. And, despite not seeing him in a while, expecting for her father to be a little older since the last time she saw him. She missed him, too.
Besides, Regina wasn't a stranger to moving from one location to another in the span of a year, sometimes months. At least in Forks, she would be staying for quite a while. Just until her mother and husband number four settled into their new home. Then she could move back in with them on a more permanent basis.
That was the plan.
Of course, plans could always change. But that wasn't something Regina was counting on.
"Alright, we're all set." Regina's mother gave her a sad smile. She was more ready than anyone to continue on her new adventure off in Florida, already wearing sunglasses and a sun hat that looked beautiful on her. "You know, you don't have to go if you don't want to, Regina. You can always change your mind."
Regina resists the urge to roll her eyes, taking into consideration her mother's sadness. "I'll be alright. I want to go." She said in her most convincing voice ever. "Besides, it'll be good to see dad."
"Well, you know that if you change your mind- at any moment- I'm just a phone call away. Phil and I will come and get you." Cora reached for her daughter's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I know." Regina nods. Her arms wrap along her mother's form as she is pulled into a hug. The tightest hug she's ever felt her mother give her. As if they would never see each other again.
It ached Regina to think of that. The possibility of never seeing her mother or her father ever again.
"Guys, I love you both, but we got a plane to catch!" Phil's voice carries as he stands at the ready by the driver's side along the open door to his vehicle.
3, 120. 21 now with Regina added into the population. The town of Forks was like something new out of a story book, but also something old that Regina could vaguely remember as she rode in the passenger seat of her father's police cruiser.
Regina wasn't sure why, but hugging her father upon her arrival at the airport, didn't feel as familiar as it should have. Probably for him either. They were both very awkward about the sudden display of affection. But she hoped to be better. Forks might be her ideal place, suddenly reminding her why she left it behind in the first place- but she wanted to be here for her father.
Seeing him smile upon seeing her, with wrinkles setting around his eyes as the corners of his lips reached them, meant the world to Regina.
'We all have to sacrifice a little sometimes, Regina.'
That's what the motto her mother liked using. A motto Regina came to know well by heart. Well, moving here. This was Regina's sacrifice.
Besides, Regina was seventeen years old. Once she could graduate High School, she would be gone. Something else she had to look forward to. Better than what she saw staring out of the water drop coated window of her father's cruiser. God, did it ever stop raining here? She thought to herself, daring to turn away from the gloomy sight of the window to share a quick glance with her father.
"Your hair is different. It's a little longer." Chief Mills said.
Regina hated her hair here. Due to the humidity it always gained a little extra body, making it curl above her shoulders and poof out and curl up at the ends. She needed to remember to straighten it before school tomorrow.
"I cut it since last time I saw you." Regina touched her hair, caressing with the tip of her finger.
"Oh. Guess it grew out again." Said her father, staring out onto the open, almost empty road of the town.
Regina turned away from her father and gave her attention back to the wet town just outside of her window. She hoped all of their conversations wouldn't be this short-lived. They just needed time to adjust. Then again, Regina's father was never one to hover. Ever since divorcing from her mother, he always made sure to keep to himself.
Why should anything be different now?
Wishful thinking.
The cruiser stationed itself in its usual spot in front of the two story house, which at first glance, brought some vague memories to Regina's mind of growing up here. She remembers her mother hating this house with a passion, and all the arguments it brought for her parents' marriage. The paint was the same white color it was before. A few dirty spots of collected dirt coated it here and there, but it was otherwise the same. Same porch steps, same wooden framed door. Same main window that belonged to Regina's childhood bedroom.
Regina wondered how that room looked now. Did her father keep the same single, pink bed he had gotten her with white furniture?
"I got it." Her father reached for Regina's only suitcase that was big enough to keep plenty of clothes in for the remainder of her stay. He also reached for her backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Shuffling one handed for the correct key that would open the front door, he inserted it into the lock, hearing it click as he turned it.
Regina entered first, thankful that the rain had cut down a little into a tiny feather like drizzle. She was sure her father didn't care about mud tracking itself into the wooden floorboards of the house, given that there were a couple that had been printed by his own boots, but Regina wiped her feet along the welcome mat anyway before entering what was once her childhood home.
Surprisingly, everything was as Regina remembered it. From floorboards to the white ceilings. To the wooden stairs that would lead you up to the second floor. The rug in the center of the room, underneath the old coffee table was still here. A very visible ring from one of her father's cold beers was still there. She remembers her mother giving him hell for that one. She hated cold naked drinks along the furniture, where her father couldn't give a damn.
He had become tidier over the years. That was something Regina could appreciate. And she was sure her mother would, too if she could see the house now. Although, she wouldn't be over the moon over a few chips along the doorways and or walls.
"Would you like to see your room?" Her father's voice captured Regina's attention.
Regina nodded, helping herself to the familiar pathway of the stairs. There was that one particular step, the second one from the top that still creaked as you walked on it. That one little feature made Regina smile a little.
The upstairs was no different. Everything to the white walls of the hallway, to the wooden oak door of her bedroom were the same. Oh, right. One bathroom. Even that was the same. Except the bedroom itself. Regina was surprised to see it completely transformed as she set her right foot inside. There was a rug underneath her bed, big enough to cover up some of the floor, but not entirely. Her single pink bed had turned into a full sized bed with white crisp bed sheets, and a silk purple duvet, already made. There was a writing desk near the window, but it didn't block the way of it. Followed by a couple of bookshelves lined up against a wall, already filled with books. There was a dresser big enough to hold her clothes, and closet space, no longer filled with toys from her childhood.
The only thing that remained of her childhood were a couple of stuffed animals Regina could remember leaving behind. One in particular? A stuffed small panda, sitting in the middle of her new, grown up bed.
Regina always remembered her room feeling too small for her, but somehow, it felt big enough for her now that she was back and was older.
"I had it changed for you. I figured now that you're seventeen, you could use a better room that's not all surrounded by pink." Said her father, scratching the back of his neck shyly. "Uh… The lady at the store said this was the best on the market." He nods toward the purple duvet along the bed. "It's purple. You- you like purple, right?"
Black was more Regina's color, but she wasn't opposed to purple. "Purple's nice." She nods, giving her father a small smile.
"Oh, good." Chief Mills breathed a little easily, tucking his hands nervously along the pockets of his uniform. "Well, I also got you a desk where you can do your homework and… You know, whatever it is you're into these days."
"Thank you." Regina nods, giving her father another quick smile. The tension around them hasn't quite dissipated yet, but it was on its way.
He nods back, "Well, I'll let you get settled in. I'll be downstairs if you need anything." With that, he turns on the balls of his feet and exits, shutting the door to Regina's bedroom.
Regina draws in a deep breath as she's finally left with some privacy. She looks around what would be her bedroom and takes it all in. It felt strange being back here, but also familiar. Too familiar for Regina's liking.
Forks wasn't her ideal place to live. But, she would make the best of it.
Regina laid along her new bed, her stuffed panda nestled in her hands when she heard a honk coming from outside. It sounded close, which made Regina shoot up from her bed and walk over to her bedroom window. She could hear the distant voices of a couple of familiar faces.
As Regina crossed the front porch, stepping down along its steps, she recognized the older woman with gray peppered hair and large spectacles. Eugenia Lucas. She remembered her well.
"There she is!" Granny Lucas, as some around here liked to call her, spread her arms wide enough as she met Regina halfway up the dirt driveway. "Regina! Look at you! You finally made it back, huh? You know, your father here hasn't shut up about it since he told me you were coming."
Henry Mills rolls his eyes, "Alright, that's enough or I'll toss you into the mud."
Eugenia scoffed out a mocking chuckle, "Please. Anytime, any place, Henry Mills! You wouldn't stand a chance." She said.
Regina couldn't help but chuckle. Her eyes landing on another familiar face that she couldn't quite place. A younger girl, around her age.
"Hey, come here, I want to show you what else we did to the truck." Eugenia beckoned Henry along a red truck, popping open the hood.
"Hi." The brunette girl smiled at Regina, showing her pearly white teeth. She was dressed in casual jeans, a long red shirt and black leather jacket. She had a red streak of highlight along her black hair that stood out. "I'm Ruby."
"Hi." Regina smiled politely back at Ruby. But also, quite shyly.
"We, uh… We used to make mud pies when we were little." Said Ruby, unlocking a sudden memory for Regina.
"Right. I remember you." Regina's smile grew. Ruby had a nice smile to look at.
"So…" Henry shut the hood with a loud clank. His eyes on Regina. "What do you think?"
"About what?" Regina blinked, looking away from Ruby to give her father her undivided attention.
"Your homecoming present." Replied Henry, tapping a hand along the truck's roof.
"This?" Regina's brow lifted at the same time a smile formed along the corners of her lips.
"Just bought it off Eugenia here."
"I totally rebuilt the engine for you." Ruby smirked.
"No way!" Regina's eyes widened as she took in the old truck. It was old, and she was sure it would stand out, but it was hers. "Are you kidding me? This is perfect!" She swings open the door, almost slamming it into Ruby with all of her excitement. "Sorry."
"It's okay." Ruby hurries toward the passenger door, hopping in on the other side, joining Regina.
"I told you she'd love it." Eugenia smiled, leaning more against her cane to put support on her bad leg. "I'm down with the kids."
"Oh, yeah. You're the bomb." Henry replied, crossing his arms over his chest. His hips leaning against his daughter's truck.
"Let's see," Ruby pitched in, eager to help. "So, you have to double pump the clutch when you shift, but besides that you should be good."
"That's this one?" Regina points to the clutch.
"Yeah, that one." Ruby smiles, sharing it happily with Regina.
"Would you like a ride to school?" Regina asks, eagerly turning her key into the ignition.
"Uh, no. No, I go to school on the reservation." Said Ruby.
"Oh," Regina frowns. "That's too bad, it would have been nice to know one person."
"I wouldn't worry too much about it." Ruby playfully nudged Regina's arm, smiling from ear to ear. "Besides, I'll be seeing you around."
"You promise?"
Ruby is quick to nod. "I promise."
Regina smiles, and Ruby's eyes positively shine.