A/N: Surprise! I was going to wait to post these, but I have a quick time to kill so I decided to gift you all with these two updates on the first twilight adaptation. Tomorrow there will be much more, just as I promised. I mixed things up a little and included some favorite moments of mine from the book, making it a part of this story, simply because I wished they would have been brought into the film as well. I also included some small changes of my own. Let me know what you guys think!

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The restaurant wasn't super busy that evening. Something Emma was thankful for as her and Regina walked right in. The hostess, a pretty blonde with crystal blue eyes greeted Emma, with a smile brighter than she had just given the couple that had arrived before them. Regina was surprised at how much that bothered her.

"Hello! Just the one?" She asked with thick and a rather annoying hope to her voice, that Regina couldn't help but roll her eyes at.

"Table for two, please." Emma's voice was so alluring, Regina wondered if she did that on purpose.

"Oh." The hostess frowned at the sight of Regina, but her smile beamed once her eyes were back on Emma. "Of course, follow me." She reaches for two menus and guides them further inside.

Emma nods to Regina, waiting for her to walk in first before she casually follows. Out of the corner of her eye, Regina could see an amused little look displaying along Emma's face. But she couldn't decipher it.

The restaurant was lit up by white Christmas lights. It was nowhere near Christmas time, but merely used as decoration, giving the ambiance a quite romantic feel to it. They were lead toward the middle of the room, by one of the small round tables, which was surrounded by a couple of people.

"Is this okay?" The hostess asked, gesturing and smiling a little too overly-friendly at Emma.

Regina was about to take a seat when she felt Emma's hand grip onto her arm. Emma shakes her head before her eyes fall on the hostess, "Perhaps somewhere more private?"

Regina wasn't sure, but she thought to see Emma slip a bill into the hostess' hand.

Emma did in fact pull a bill out of her back pocket. Humans always crumbled so easily when money was involved.

"Sure." The hostess sounded as surprised as Regina felt. She led them toward a row of booths, all the way in the back of the restaurant. No one was sitting in them. "Is this more to your liking?" She asked, smiling at Emma.

"Perfect." Emma smiled quite dazzlingly.

"Uh-" The hostess blinked, "Someone will be right with you to take your orders." She walked away. Regina caught a blush settling along her cheeks. She could see her talking to a co-worker and looking over to Emma, both girls sharing a knowing smile. It was annoying.

"Gina," Emma captured Regina's attention, motioning to one of the empty seats within the booth. A tiny little smile playing along the corner of her lip, her eyes golden.

"You know, you really shouldn't do that to people," Said Regina, her voice critical. "It's a little annoying."

"Do what?"

"Dazzle people like you just dazzled her-" Regina's eyes flick over to the hostess, who continuously would look over to their table, possibly to get another glance at Emma. "She's practically hyperventilating over you."

Emma could hear the girl's loud thoughts. She could hear her talking to her co-worker about 'the hot blonde with the small-brunette-nobody of a girl.' And all Emma could think was: How could they not see how utterly beautiful Regina is? Emma's head tilts quizzically at Regina, a deep crease forms right in the middle of her brow.

"Oh, come on, Emma," Regina can't hold back another eye roll. "You have to know of the effect you have on people."

"I dazzle people?" Emma's brow creases deeply.

"You really haven't noticed?" Asked Regina, her tone still critical. "Do you think everyone gets their way so easily?"

"Do I dazzle you?" Emma voices her curiosity out loud, and before she knows it, it's too late to recall them.

And to Emma's surprise, Regina muttered, "Frequently." She is surprised to see a light blush settle along her cheeks.

Emma's silent heart swelled up with a feeling of hope more intense that she could ever remember having felt before. I dazzled her. To that thought in mind, Emma's little smile grew a little more as she motioned toward one of the empty seats. "Ladies first."

Regina finally takes a seat, sliding into one of the booths. Her eyes watched as Emma did the same, sitting opposite her.

"Good evening," the waitress, a brunette with her hair picked up in a messy bun, smiled directly at Emma. "I'm Vanessa. How are we doing this evening?"

"Dear God in heaven. What is a gorgeous girl like that doing with a simple girl like her? When's my turn?"

Emma could hear the waitress' thoughts a little louder than she'd liked to. Her eyes remained on Regina, deciding to concentrate on the beauty sitting before her rather than keep in tune with Vanessa's thoughts. She tuned her out, giving all of her attention on the way Regina's blood radiated off of her skin from the inside, giving it a radiant glow.

"What'll it be to drink?" Vanessa asked, her eyes remaining on Emma.

"Gina," Emma's eyes remained on Regina as she nodded.

Vanessa turned to Regina, frowning.

"Um," Regina glanced down at the menu that had been placed before her. "Just a sweet tea will be fine."

She was thirsty… Thirst was a sign of shock after undergoing such a traumatic experience like Regina just had a few minutes ago. And Emma would make sure she would get some food in her. She had been out in the sun for a while, keeping an eye on Regina all day- exposing herself, but still keeping in the shadows. She wasn't about to stop now.

"And for you?" The waitress smiled at Emma.

"Just water, thank you." Said Emma, never ungluing her eyes from Regina.

"I'll be right back with your drinks." The waitress smiled at Emma one last time, going unnoticed by the blonde. Regina however, noticed and felt nauseous by it.

Emma on the other hand found herself feeling… How did Regina put it? Oh, yes- dazzled by Regina. She looked radiant.

"What?" Regina asked, catching Emma staring.

"How are you feeling?" Emma asks.

"Fine." Said Regina, blinking in surprise.

"You don't feel dizzy, sick, cold?"

Regina was even more confused now, "Should I?" She asks.

"To be frank, I'm actually expecting you to go into shock." Emma said, honestly. As any fragile human would.

Regina chuckled, "Well, I'm fine. You'd be surprised but I've always been very good at repressing unpleasant situations."

Did Regina have a lot of experience with unpleasant things, then? Was her life always this hazardous? Emma thought to herself. It took a lot for a human to surprise her. Emma couldn't even recall when did she live in a time where a human actually could surprise her.

Before Emma could say anything else, Vanessa- the waitress- returned, setting Regina's sweet tea in front of her along with a basket of bread, right in front of Emma. "Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?" She asked, her eyes searching for Emma's to look her way.

Emma however, decided to tune Vanessa's thoughts out once again, keeping her eyes focused on Regina. She couldn't help but shortly notice how she was able to do that around Regina. Tune people out. Everything around Regina was so quiet. It was fascinating.

Regina blinked, looking down at her menu again, taking the hint that Emma wanted her to order first, "I'll have the tomato soup, please."

"And for you?" Vanessa turns to Emma, eager to please.

"Nothing for me, thank you." Said Emma, keeping her eyes on Regina. She noticed how quickly Regina's brow arched up. Hmm. She must have noticed that Emma never eats, reminding the blonde that she needed to be more careful around Regina.

Like that whole van thing. Emma knew what was at steak. Mal was right about that. Emma had been careless and reckless to allow Regina to see that. Her change in eye color was another thing. When Regina had asked Emma if she was wearing contact lenses, the most suitable thing was for Emma to respond with a simple, 'why, yes I am.' But that didn't happen.

"Are you sure?" Vanessa insisted, forcing Emma to tune out her thoughts again. She had very vulgar thoughts.

"Yes. Thank you." Emma replied, her eyes never meeting Vanessa's.

"I'll be right back with your soup." Said Vanessa, scurrying away.

Emma motioned for Regina's sweet tea, "Drink." She was surprised how Regina willingly complied and without objection. Regina drank from her tea until it was halfway. Emma's brows furrowed once more upon seeing a slight shiver emerge from Regina. "Are you cold?" She asked.

Regina quickly shook her head, "No, I'm okay."

But Emma noticed another shiver, followed by a slight tremble of her bottom lip. Regina looked so fragile, so human, it was hard to believe she didn't feel the chill in the air that to Emma had been invisible for centuries. "Didn't you have a jacket?" She asked, remembering seeing Regina with her denim jacket.

Regina looks to the empty spot along her seat and grunts, "I must have left it in Ella's car."

Emma quickly removed her jacket, one sleeve at a time and handed it to Regina from across the table. Regina didn't hesitate to take it, her eyes looking over the waitress and the hostess, exchanging a few words among themselves. Probably envying Regina right now.

"Thank you." Said Regina, putting on Emma's jacket, immediately picking up a whiff of the girl's perfume. It was intoxicating.

A small smile plays along the corner of Emma's lip again, she tunes out the two employees' loud thoughts once more as she says, "You look really lovely wearing my jacket."

Regina's cheeks fall victim to the color pink again. Emma thinks I look lovely?

Apparently- Emma couldn't even control what she said around Regina. She had promised herself at all cost that she would keep her distance. And yet, here she was, on a date with the girl. Sort of speak.

"Alright, here we go," Vanessa sets down a bowl of tomato soup. "One tomato soup." Her eyes move to Emma. "Now, are you sure there isn't anything I can get for you?" Her voice is sultry as she asks this.

"No. No, thank you." Emma immediately replies.

"Well, if you change your mind- let me know." Vanessa winks, even if Emma doesn't look her way.

Regina scoffs through her nose, deciding to look down at her bowl of soup, stirring her spoon inside of it. "You're really not going to eat anything?" She asks Emma.

Emma's lip twitched up into a tiny smile, "No. I'm on a special diet."

Regina looks over to the waitress and the hostess, exchanging a few words, their eyes glaring in her direction. She pushes her bowl forward, deciding that maybe she should go on a special diet too.

"What?" Asks Emma.

Regina shakes her head, "It's better if I don't eat."

"Why?" Emma frowns.

"Well, your girlfriend's probably spit in this for all I know." Regina glared in their direction.

Emma couldn't hold back a chuckle, "They didn't," she said calmly, her eyes never leaving Regina's. "Trust me."

And how would you know that? Regina thought, "Okay, you have to give me some answers." She said.

"Hm…" Emma's brow furrowed. "Yes- no. To get to the other side. 1.77245-"

"I don't want to know what the square root of pie is." Regina shakes her head, growing a little irritated.

Of course Regina knew that. She was much more smart- much more observant- than Emma gave her credit for. Emma's eyes fall to Regina's hand as it lands along the table.

Emma wants so badly to reach out and touch her, but she doesn't dare. She knows Regina would shiver to her touch.

"You can trust me, you know…" Regina whispered.

Emma inhales, picking up Regina's rich scent that burns the back of her throat, forcing her to exhale sharply through her nose. "I don't know if I have a choice anymore…" She murmured, her brow furrowing deeper. "I followed you to Port Angeles. I was trying to keep my distance from you and then I heard what those lowlives were thinking…" Her lip twitched at the memory she wished she could forget.

"Wait. You heard what they were thinking?" Regina blinked, keeping her voice low.

Emma exhaled sharply through her nose again, but said nothing.

"So, what, you… You read minds?" Asks Regina, as if it were the most normal question in the universe to ask anyone. Even someone like Emma.

Emma's golden eyes stare into Regina's, "I can read every mind in this room. Apart from yours." She swallows, hoping to soothe the burning sensation in her throat. "You don't understand, Gina… How hard it was… For me to take you away and leave them all alive." Her lip curls again. "To hear the veil and repulsive things they were thinking. And then there's your mind… Nothing. It's very frustrating."

Regina scoffs softly, "So, is my mind broken? Is that it? Am I a freak?"

"I tell you I can read minds, and you think you're the freak?" Emma chuckles, shaking her head. Her brow furrows deeply as she comes to a realization.

"What is it?" Regina asks, wanting to know the reason behind that frustration.

"I don't have the strength… To stay away from you anymore." Emma whispered.

Regina locked eyes with Emma's golden ones, "Then don't." She whispered, wanting so desperately to touch Emma's hand.

"Are we all finished here?" Vanessa comes along, eagerly once more that Regina jerks her hand back from the table.

"Yeah, I think we're good." Said Emma, knowing Regina would not touch an ounce of that soup. "Can we just have the check, please?"

"Of course. Right away." Vanessa grins directly at Emma, going ignored.


Emma drove with the goal of driving Regina back home. Regina was eager to give Emma back her jacket upon mounting her Volvo, but Emma insisted she kept it. And for safety measures, Emma turned up the heat of her vehicle to warm up Regina a little more.

That was one of the many things she envied about being human. Feeling warm. She wondered if Regina could feel her coldness on the inside of her jacket that radiated off of her body. She thought of Regina's hand often, splayed along the top of the table. She knew what Regina wanted, and the horrid truth was, Emma wanted it, too. But she couldn't allow Regina to touch an inch of her.

All Regina could do was stare at Emma as she drove. Her porcelain, breathtaking features. How golden her hair shined, even in the darkness of the night. Her eyes matching with the color of her hair- so unnatural, yet so beautiful. She wondered what went on through her mind at this very moment, wishing she was the one who could read Emma's mind.

"I think I'm warm enough now." Regina immediately reaches for the knob of the A/C unit in Emma's car. She gasps when the back of Emma's fingers accidentally bump into her own, as Emma too; attempted to shut the A/C off. The car was warm, but Emma's hand was still- "Your hand is so cold." She said aloud.

Emma's knuckles turned white along her steering wheel as she drove, remaining silent.

Luckily for her, a pair of sirens caught Regina's attention as they drove by the Forks Police Department. "My dad is still here." She said, catching sight of her father's cruiser. "Can you pull in?"

Emma pulled into the parking lot, her brow furrowing at the sight of Mal coming out of the building, dressed in her black trench coat, but with her medical bag in hand. "That's my mother." She placed her Volvo in park and got out, helping Regina with the passenger door as she held it open for her.

"Thanks." Despite the circumstances, Regina couldn't help but fall victim to a small blush at the cordial gesture.

Emma shut the door, walking past Regina, careful not to brush a single shoulder with her as she moved toward Mal. "Mal, what's going on?" She feigned not knowing. Because of course, she knew exactly what was going on. It was very loud inside of that building.

"Waylon Forge was found in a boat out near his place. I've just examined the body." Said Mal, her features nothing compared to the first time she met her. Right now, they were serious, her eyes were hardened like stone.

Emma's features hardened. She didn't need to read Mal's mind to know what was going on.

"He's dead?" Regina's lips part, her eyes wide. She sees Mal nod. "Was it the same animal that attacked that security guard down in Mason?"

"Most likely." Answered Mal.

"Then, that means it's getting closer to town-"

"Regina," Mal interjects. "You should probably go inside. Waylon was your father's friend. I'm sure he needs you right now." There's a small smile at the corner of her lips.

"Right." Regina blinks, her eyes adjust toward Emma. "I'll see you later?" She asks.

Emma nods, yet her features remain hardened. Her eyes turn to Mal once Regina is through the double glass doors. "Mal, this is getting out of hand." She mutters, walking alongside her.

"I know, but it's nothing we can't handle." Replies Mal. She stops by her car, opens the back door and places her medical bag inside.

"Do you know who it is?" Asks Emma.

Mal shakes her head. "Afraid not." She watches as Emma's lip twitches. "But… Let us hope that they are more than satisfied and move on their way." She places a hand along Emma's arm. "Let's go on home. I'll need to inform the others."

Emma nods, walking in the direction of her vehicle. Her and Mal pull out of the police station in fine formation, easing their way out.


"Hey, dad." Regina approached her father's slouching body as it sat still along the chair of his desk. His face looked broken. His nose was red from clear signs that he had been crying. And as soon as her hand fell along his shoulder, her father's hand reached up, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Dad, I'm really sorry about Waylon."

"I knew him for thirty years." Henry muttered, his chin wobbling as he held in another sob from escaping him.

Regina couldn't think of anything more to say, except wrap her arms along her father's neck from behind, holding him close. Her cheek rested along the top of his head. She could feel his hands cradle along her forearms. A few tears escaped Henry that he quickly wiped away.

"Don't worry, we'll- we're going to find this thing." He sniffs, "In the meantime…" Henry reached over for something along his desk. Regina could see that it was a bottle of pepper spray as he held it before her. "I want you to carry this with you."

"Dad, I don't know-" Regina was about to protest.

"Regina. Please. It'll give your old man some peace of mind." Henry insisted.

"Okay." Regina reached for the pepper spray. "Thanks."

Henry nods, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye that he missed as he stands. "Let's go home, what do you think?" He looks down to Regina.

Regina smiles a little, "Okay."

Henry places a hand along Regina's back when he suddenly notices the jacket on her. "Is that a new jacket?" He asks, walking throughout the station with her.

"Um," Regina's cheeks settle at a light pink color, realizing she had forgotten to give it back to her. "It's Emma's. Dr. Swan's daughter- she gave me a ride here."

"A ride?" Henry's eyes narrowed, his hand reaching out to hold open one of the glass doors. "Well, alright then." He breathed, unamused.

Regina didn't bring it up again. Emma wasn't the problem here. Regina's sexual orientation wasn't the problem either. She was thankful that when Regina came out to both of her parents, they were both really accepting toward it. The problem was that her father wouldn't like anyone who liked her. It was the way it was.

"Excuse us." Two EMT's walked before Regina, rolling a stretcher along with Waylon's dead body bagged up. The zipper wasn't closed all the way, giving Regina a chance to catch a glimpse of the man's pale complexion. She couldn't help but think of Emma, on her pale complexion, matching Waylon's.

"Come on, Gina." Henry placed his hand along her back, guiding her toward his cruiser, ripping Regina out of her sudden trance of jumbled thoughts.


Regina sighed as she sat in front of her writing desk that night. Too much was going through her mind for her to catch an ounce of sleep. She set her book down along her desk, and remembered that she was still wearing Emma's jacket. It was so warm, the cold throughout the night didn't seem to bother her anymore. She reached for one of the hems, the closest one near her neck and stretched it toward her nostrils. She couldn't get over how good Emma smelled. A small smile formed along the corner of her lip before she shrugged herself out of the red leather jacket, and hung it neatly along the back of her chair. She would make sure to give it back to her tomorrow.

Reaching for her book, Regina moved over to the comfort of her bed, leaning her back along the headboard, opening the book to the first page and began to read. She read about the Quileute tribe, seeing some mentions of their encounter with the cold-ones for over centuries. She thought back on Ruby's words while telling her about the old scary story. She thought about the Swan's- about Emma- possibly encountering Ruby's great grandfather.

"The cold-ones." Regina muttered to herself, closing up her book once she read through it. It wasn't a large print, giving her the advantage to read through it fairly quickly. But that book wasn't enough. Regina wanted to know more.

Sliding out of her bed, Regina moved to her desk once again, taking a seat and opening up her laptop. She logged in, and began to search for further information on these so-called: cold-ones. Her eyes scanned through every article she stumbled upon, reading up half the night. Every article she read contained the words: Strength. Speed. Drank blood. IMMORTAL. That's the word that captured her attention the most that night.

Regina thought back to her almost accident encounter with Tyler in the school parking lot. How Emma happened to be there out of nowhere. The way her hand didn't hesitate to reach out and stop the van from impacting them. How the material of the van crumbled like a piece of paper to her touch. How cold Emma's hand was as they accidentally brushed inside of her car while reaching for the A/C.

She dreamed that night once her eyes closed on Regina. She dreamed about Emma's pale but beautiful porcelain complexion. The color of her eyes, how they are intensely black one minute, and a golden, ember color the next. She saw a clear image of Emma in her mind, although in her dream it was as if she was watching an old black and white film play out. Emma looked stunning, dressed all in black, with a black turtleneck sweater and a long black trench coat that fell along her like a cape. Her golden hair standing out all the more. She was inviting.

Even Regina couldn't resist her in her dreams. She walked right up to her, staring into her eyes as if in a trance. Emma took her into her arms, wrapping them along her waist, dipping her down while her body dipped forward and her lips pressed along her neck, right at the pulse point. Regina's eyes closed as she felt something sharp pierce right through it, followed by a warm liquid pouring along.

Red stained Emma's thin lips, so much a trail of Regina's warm blood slithered along the corner. Her eyes which were once golden-ember changed before her into a deep matching red.