A/N: Join this journey once again as I re-create the 3rd installment of the Twilight saga films! :) However, because no one has dropped a review to let me know that you wish for me to continue, I will take a break from writing tomorrow and not update. I will have other chapters written, so if you want more and wish for me to continue, please drop an update. :) Have a happy weekend, everyone! Happy reading! Breaking Dawn is my most favorite part, so if you want to see how I re-create it you know what you need to do.

Regina woke up the scent of something… cooking? She'd had to be wrong. Because the only thing her father, Henry could cook was scrambled eggs with the addition of some egg shells mixed into them. She pulled out one of her drawers, reaching for a familiar blue flannel- Emma's blue flannel- which smelled every inch like her every time she brought it up to her nostrils to take a whiff at it, and placed it along her body, tucking it inside of the waistband of her jeans before starting yet another day in the small town of Forks, Washington.

Regina smiled at a picture of her and Emma in school together, smiling naturally and happier than ever. She had missed her bedroom feeling this bright. With Emma back into her life, everything felt right with the world, except for the part that her former best friend, Ruby Lucas was hardly in her life anymore. Regina was still reeling from her ratting her out to her father about the motorcycle incident, getting Regina into more trouble than she already had been for traveling spontaneously to Italy to save her vampire girlfriend's life.

Vampires. Werewolves. Those were normal day-to-day vocabulary words in Regina's life now-a-days. In her world, at least. She couldn't talk about her awesome vampire girlfriend to anyone, not in the immortal sense of the word, anyway.

Regina pulls out a torn and worn out piece of paper and examines it, reading through it one more time. It was a note Ruby had left her that had evidence of her pressing so hard along the page, there were a few holes punched into some of the words. Lines had crossed out words where Ruby had changed her mind, and decided that wasn't the right thing to say, but she left it anyway. As if she wanted Regina to read it.

Regina,

I don't know why you make your father carry notes to Granny like we're in second grade. If I wanted to talk to you, I would answer the

You made the choice here, okay? You can't have it both ways when

What part of 'mortal enemies' is too complicated for you to

Look, I know I'm an ass, and selfish, but there's just no way around

We can't be friends when you're spending all your time with a bunch of

It just makes it worse when I think about you too much, so don't write anymore.

Yeah, I miss you too. A lot. But it doesn't change anything. Sorry.

Ruby

Regina tossed the note inside of her dresser and shut it before lastly reaching for her denim jacket and heading downstairs to the smell of food.

Her father was standing in front of the stove, his uniform still on, covered by an apron which had evidence of spaghetti sauce on it. He was muttering profanities under his breath, that if Regina's mother heard them, she would dig his grave, and having a tug-of-war with appliance as Regina entered the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Regina's brow furrowed, a tiny smirk settled along the corner of her lip as she watched her father cautiously.

Henry places the lid along the pot. "Um… It's supposed to be spaghetti, but," he scratches along his five o'clock shadow cheek. It was growing in nicely. "I don't know."

Regina's smirk grows as she walks over to the stove, lifting up the steamed lid to peek inside the pot. "Um… dad, you're supposed to stir the noodles," she poked them along with a wooden spoon. "And add the sauce after you drain them."

Henry's brow wrinkles right in the middle, "Hm," his hand lands along his hip. "Well, I'll be."

Regina looks over to the clock along the kitchen wall. Afternoons were the hardest part of her day. Since she's been grounded, Henry has only allowed her to see Emma from seven 'till nine PM. Always under his adult supervision, and unfriendly glares. As it turned out, Ruby also ratted her out with him on the cliff diving incident. Of course, Regina still saw Emma at school, because there was absolutely nothing Henry could do to prevent that. And of course there was the little unknown fact- to Henry, at least- that Emma spent almost every night in Regina's bedroom during the night.

"I did mention that cooking was your mom's department, right?" Henry asked.

Regina chuckled, "Yeah, you've mentioned it."

He never cooked a day in his life. Not really. Regina knew that his reason for cooking was not because he wanted to make something special, but because he had something he wanted to say. Regina waited.

"I'll fix this, you set the table." Regina brushes her hand along her father's back as she takes over the stove.

While Henry set the table, Regina was quick to make another spaghetti, a smaller portion, and serve it. They were both quiet as they ate, and Regina waited for what she knew was coming.

Henry dropped his fork along his plate, "What the hell, I've never cooked a meal in my life. I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

Regina chuckled, "You could have just asked, you know."

"I'll remember that for next time. I just thought that taking dinner off your hands would soften you up."

Regina laughed, "Well, you were right. Your culinary skills have made me thoroughly soft. What do you need, dad?"

Henry cleared his throat, "Well… it's about Ruby."

Regina's face hardens, "What about her?" Her lip thins grimly.

"Easy, Gina," Henry held up his hand. "I know you're still upset at her for telling on you, but it was the right thing to do. She was being responsible."

Regina's brow slightly rises, her lips purse, "So, what about, Ruby?"

Her father's face is suddenly weary, "Just don't get mad, okay?"

"Mad?"

"Well, it's about Emma, too."

Regina's eyes narrow as she waits.

Henry rolls his eyes, "I let her inside the house, don't I?"

"You do," Regina admits. "For brief periods of time. Of course, you might let me out of the house for brief periods now and then, too," she continues, only jokingly- she knew she was on lock down for the duration of the school year. "I've been pretty good lately."

"Well, that's kind of where I was heading with this…" Unexpectedly, he smirked.

"What are you getting at, dad?" Her eyes narrow again.

"Okay," Henry sighed, his shoulders deflating. "So, I'm thinking maybe you deserve a parole for good behavior. For a teenager, you're amazingly non-whiney."

Regina's face transforms into a much brighter expression. "Are you kidding me right now? I'm free?"

Where was her father going with this? If Henry was changing his mind, she was certain Emma would have picked up on his thoughts.

Henry held up his hand. "Conditionally, of course."

Regina groaned, "Of course."

"Regina, this is more of a request than a demand, okay? You're free. But I'm hoping you'll use that freedom… judiciously."

"Judiciously?" Regina waits.

"Look, I know that you're satisfied to spend all of your time with Emma-"

"I spend time with her sister, Lily, too, dad." She was allowed to see Lily whenever and however long she wanted. Lily had no limitations for Henry. The man was putty in her hands.

"That's true," Henry nods. "But what about your other friends? When was the last time you saw them outside of school?"

"Dad, they all have boyfriends- girlfriends, like me. Robin has finally gotten used to Emma being in my life, but he isn't exactly jumping at the opportunity to hang out with her. Ella and Mulan are always doing something together and Zelena…" she shrugs. "She's busy trying to get into the best colleges."

"Well, here's my deal. You use your newfound freedom to spend some time with your other friends, too."

"Like Ruby?" Regina's brow lifts.

"She has been a great friend to you, Regina. Last September…" Henry flinches as Regina does. "Well, she was always there for you."

"Well, things are… complicated with Ruby." Said Regina.

"Look, all I'm saying is, Ruby is going through a tough time right now. She's been depressed."

"Alright…" Regina nods. "I'll try."

Henry smiled. "Great. Oh, by the way, you uh, got mail." He points with his fork along the kitchen counter, next to the stove.

Regina stands, reaching for the sealed envelope and opens it. It was a letter from the University of Alaska Southeast.

"Congratulations," Henry beamed. "Your first acceptance."

"Thanks," Regina smiles.

"You know, I can help you with some-"

"Out of the question," Regina shakes her head. "I am not taking any of your retirement money. I have my college fund, remember?"

"I was looking over some of the colleges you are interested in getting into, and some of them are pretty expensive, Gina. I want to help you. You don't have to go all the way to Alaska just because it's cheaper."

Regina didn't want to leave, especially leave her father behind, but she wanted to be with Emma and wanted to be immortal. She couldn't exactly overstay in Forks for years to come and not grow a single gray hair over time. Thank God! Regina couldn't wait to be immortal.

"I've got it covered, dad. Really. Besides, there's a lot of financial aid out there. It's easy to get loans." She hoped her bluff wasn't too obvious. She had researched on the subject just for an occasion such as this one.

Henry nods, "So… what about… Em-ma… what are her plans?"

Regina's brow lifts, "You want to know Emma's plans?"

Luckily three knocks along the door stopped this conversation.

"I'll get it!" Regina practically jumped out of her seat, raced through the door and eagerly pulled it open. And there she was. Standing there, dressed casually in her tight jeans, a long sleeve, light gray shirt, her red leather jacket, hair loose, long and golden just like her breathtaking eyes. How did she get so lucky? Regina could recall not even looking forward to coming to Forks when she had first arrived, and now… she didn't see herself living anywhere else. For now.

"Hi," Emma grinned, reaching for Regina's hand, tangling their fingers together.

"Hi," Regina's smile grows, watching as Emma brings their joined hands along Regina's cheek, and feels Emma's cool knuckles along her skin in a caress. "This day has been tortuously slow for me."

"For me as well." Emma murmured, bringing the back of Regina's hand up to her lips, where a delicate kiss is placed.

Henry appears just behind his daughter, clearing his throat, which breaks their little moment of romance. That earns him a glare from Regina, but he doesn't care.

"Good evening, sir," Emma nods curtly, her voice as correct and curtly as always.

"Emma," Henry grumbles flatly.

"Come on in," Regina is quick to pull Emma inside of her home, past her father, while Henry is left to shut the door.

Emma holds up a large yellow envelope. "I've brought applications." She smiles.

More? Regina's brow lifts. Honestly… she doesn't understand how Emma does it. How does she continue to find a loophole through these college applications? Especially when she has had her apply to every possible college, in and out of the country. She is surprised to find Emma smiling as if she could read her thoughts. Regina is thankful that her thoughts remained a mystery to Emma, unlike everyone else's.

"That's funny. Regina and I were just talking about that," said Henry. "Emma, have you decided where you're going to school?"

Emma smiled up at Henry and her voice was friendly. "Not yet. I've received a few acceptance letters, but I'm still weighing my options."

"Where have you been accepted?" Henry pressed.

"Syracuse… Harvard… Dartmouth… and I just got accepted to the University of Alaska Southeast today." Emma turned her face slightly toward Regina and threw her a wink. Butterflies settled along Regina's stomach as she almost giggled.

"Harvard? Dartmouth?" Henry murmured, unable to hold back his awe. "Well, that's pretty… that's something. Yeah, but the University of Alaska… you wouldn't really consider that when you could go Ivy League. I mean, your mother would want you to…"

"My mother is always fine with what I choose to do," Emma said serenely.

"Hmph."

"Guess what Emma?" Regina asked brightly, playing along. She pointed to her envelope along the kitchen table. "I just got my acceptance letter to the University of Alaska!"

"Congratulations!" She grinned. "What a coincidence."

Henry's eyes narrowed as he glared between his daughter and Emma for a long minute. "Fine," he muttered under his breath. "I'm going to watch the game, Gina. Nine-thirty."

Nine-thirty had remained Regina's curfew for the remainder of her incarceration.

"Um, dad? Remember the very recent discussion about my freedom…"

He sighed, "Right. Okay, ten -thirty. You still have a curfew on school nights."

"Regina's no longer grounded?" Emma asked, though Regina knew better. She knew her girlfriend wasn't really surprised, but Emma could make you believe anything so convincingly. She knew that very well.

"Conditionally," Henry warned, glaring at Emma.

Emma smiled sweetly at Regina, and that was too much for Henry to handle, retiring toward his couch.

Regina nods her head along the stairs, and guides Emma up, in the direction of her bedroom.

"Door open, Regina," Henry demands, all the way from the couch.

Regina rolls her eyes, her cheeks flush heavily as she continues to head up to her bedroom. Once inside, she turns to Emma. "Be serious, Emma… Dartmouth?" She whispers.

"I think you'd like New Hampshire," she said. "There's a full complement of night courses for me, and the forests are very conveniently located for the avid hiker. Plentiful wildlife." She smiled that full pearly white smile of hers that she knew Regina couldn't resist.

Regina drew in a breath through her nose.

"I'll let you pay me back, if that makes you happy," said Emma. "If you want, I can charge you interest."

"Like I could even get in without some enormous bride." Regina rolls her eyes.

"Will you just fill out the application, please, Gina? It won't hurt you to apply."

Regina reaches for the application and is prepared to crumble the sheet of papers while standing in front of her trash bin. But the papers are gone from her hands before she can even blink. Emma appears at the other side of her bedroom, holding onto them. "What are you doing?"

"I sign your name better than you do yourself. You've already written the essays." Emma grins.

"You're going way overboard with this, you know," said Regina. "I've already been accepted to the University of Alaska. I really don't need to apply anywhere else. I can almost afford the first semester's tuition. It's as good an alibi as any. There's no need to throw away a bunch of money, no matter whose it is."

A pinned look took over Emma's face, "Gina-"

"Don't start. I agree that I need to go through the motions for Henry's sake, but we both know I'm not going to be in any condition to go to school next fall. To be anywhere near people."

Regina's knowledge of those first few years as a new vampire was sketchy. Emma had never gone into full detail of them- it wasn't her favorite subject- but she knew it wasn't pretty. Self-control was apparently an acquired skill. Anything more than correspondence was out of the question.

"I thought the timing was still undecided," Emma reminded her softly. "You might enjoy a semester or two of college. There are a lot of human experiences you've never had."

"I'll get to those afterward." Regina argued.

"They won't be human experiences afterward. You don't get a second chance at humanity, Gina."

Regina sighed, "You have to be reasonable about the timing, Emma. It's just too dangerous to mess around with."

"There's no danger yet," Emma insisted.

Emma has had Lily on watch on what Victoria decides for the possible future. Any changes that might be made or met. But even, Regina couldn't rely completely on that. Not when a sadistic vampire was looking to hunt her for the death of her mate. Besides, she had already won this argument. The date for her transformation was set for shortly after her graduation from High School, only a handful of weeks away.

"Gina," Emma looks to Regina's open door before closing in, her hand cupping Regina's warm cheek. "There's no hurry. I won't let anyone hurt you. You can take all the time you need."

"I want to hurry." Regina whispered, smiling weakly due to Emma's soft, yet cold touch. "I want to be a monster, too."

Emma's jaw tightened, "You don't know what you're saying." Suddenly, she brought a newspaper that Henry had left along the coffee table of the living room, holding it before her.

Death Toll On The Rise, Police Fear Gang Activity!

"What does that have to do with anything?" Regina asks, her brows furrowing as she looks down at the newspaper headline again.

"Monsters are no joke, Gina." Emma's voice is grim.

Regina's eyes grow wide as she stares back up at Emma's stone-like expression, "You're saying that a…" she looks to her door, keeping her voice down to a whisper. "A vampire is doing this?"

Emma smiled without an ounce of humor. Her voice low and icy, "You'd be surprised, Gina, at how often my kind are the source behind the horrors in your human news. It's easy to recognize, when you know what to look for. The information here indicates a newborn vampire is loose in Seattle. Bloodthirsty, wil, out of control. The way we all were."

Regina reaches for the newspaper for a better read, fearful to look into Emma's eyes.

"We've been monitoring the situation for a few weeks. All the signs are there- the unlikely disappearances, always in the night, the poorly disposed-of corpses, the lack of other evidence… Yes, someone brand new. And no one seems to be taking responsibility for it…" Emma drew in a deep breath through her nose. "We wouldn't even pay attention to the situation if it wasn't going on so close to home. Like I said, this happens all the time. The existence of monsters results in monstrous consequences."

Regina looks up to Emma, her voice soft, "You won't let me be like that. I trust you. Besides, we'll be in Antarctica."

Emma chuckled, "Well, the polar bears are fierce. Fun to hunt. The wolves are quite large as well."

Regina frowns.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Before Regina could recover, the confusion vanished from Emma's face and her whole body seemed to harden. "Oh. Never mind the wolves, then, if the idea is offensive to you." Her voice was formal.

"She was my best friend, Emma," Regina muttered. It stung her to use the past tense with Ruby.

Emma's lips press along Regina's warm forehead, her eyes close as she feels Regina's embrace envelope her cold body in. "Please, forgive my thoughtlessness," she said, still very formal. "I shouldn't have suggested that."

"It's not you," Regina shook her head, feeling like home in Emma's arms. "My dad says Ruby is having a hard time. She's hurting right now, and… it's my fault."

"You've done nothing wrong, Gina."

Regina breathes, "I need to make it better, Emma. I owe her that. And it's one of my father's conditions, anyway-"

"You know it's out of the question for you to be around a werewolf unprotected, Gina. And it would break the treaty if any of us cross over onto their land. Do you want us to start a war?"

"Of course not!" Regina pulls back a little, to look into her girlfriend's eyes.

"Then there's no point in discussing the matter further." Emma dropped her hand from Regina's and moved across the room.

Regina scoffed, shaking her head silently to herself. There had to be an end to this war between werewolves and vampires.