What? [taking off her coat] I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen and now [piling scarves on to Emma] now look, I've got to make sure you don't FREEZE to death and [taking somebody else's hat] how long have you been cold? You should have told me something sooner.
This is going to need a slightly longer
Author’s note I’m afraid. This prompt was created due to two stories I created…
this very same year (I think(?)) called Power Game andBlood Right. Power Game
was the first of the two in were I depicted Emma as a Van Helsing-type of
character hunting a vampire answering a prompt regarding that kind of world. It
was somewhat popular and I got asked for creating a multichaptered story.
Swarmed as I was with many things I couldn’t do it so but I wrote what I called
at the moment a mirror fic in where instead of making Emma the center of the
scene Regina was the one narrating the scene. Recently, I was re-asked if I was
interested on creating something in the same world that those two prompts were
placed and considering how we are in October I decided to write a story for
this series. It’s not necessary to have read the other two one shots to understand
this one though but if you want to do so I recommend reading Power Game first
since that was the order in where I wrote it and I think Blood Right has things
that could get lost without reading Power game first.
Enough of me, on with the story 😉
The thick fog covered the forest floor, making
it invisible and iridescent under the moonlight that bathed the high plateau in
where the forest first and the small city second poured out of it, towards the
tall, black spiked mountains which tops weren’t visible to human eyes.
The eyes that spied the main path towards the
village cozily created at the forest edge, however, weren’t human and as the
green on them shifted slightly towards a darker shade the red leaves of the
trees kept on falling like solidified drops of blood, the same one that stained
the lips of watchful figure whose leather jacket -a hue a shade darker than the
red of the leaves- got lost against the trunk of the trees that surrounded her.
Right hand on a tree, Emma picked up the handle of the dagger she had strapped
around her midriff with her left, weighing its weight as she moved slightly to
the left in where the jarred windows of the village could be seen alongside
with the titillating orange hue of the candles that filtered the silver glow of
Any minute now, she thought, licking the
underside of her fangs, feeling them beginning to elongate. The moon was at its
fullest, the village was quiet and covered in fog and the smell of magic and
power was thick enough her senses tingled as she kept on staring to the
village, blood beginning to dry on her lips as she stopped breathing, blocking
as many input of the outside world as possible.
Any second now….
At her back, a figure stepped from the shadows.
Behind her rivulets of the thick fog awakened and fell, crawling up the black
ensemble the newcomer had, something decidedly not appropriate to the chilling
breeze that kept on rustling the red leaves above. Tilting her head, the new
figure smirked and caressed Emma’s neck with one finger, the movement eliciting
a reaction to the younger vampire who hissed and turned before realizing who,
in fact, had bothered her.
“I don’t know why you insist on doing stakeouts.”
Regina said, teeth gleaming. She was less of a messy eater than Emma was but
the tips of her still unsheathed fangs were tainted with red and she caressed
them with her tongue while kneeling next to the blonde, the fog at her feet
curling on her lap like a playful kitten. “We could call for the darkness, wait
in the shadows and…”
“Scare them to death.” Emma replied in the
rehearsed discussion they always had whenever a waiting time was involved. “Those
villagers called for us because they know we are resourceful, not monsters.
Regina huffed, staring at the biting points
Emma was always careful to cover whenever they had an assignment; the cloth
around the blonde’s neck could fool a human but not her and for that she rolled
her eyes, playful on her boredom.
“We are not monsters, dear. Remember that.”
The words made Emma smile while not looking at
anywhere else but the seemingly calm path in where the swiftly dancing shadows
of bats could be seen, swiping back and forth. The term monster had been one
she had loosely used at first, back when she had first started the transition.
Regina hated it and, with time, Emma had learnt to use it only to annoy the
older vampire. Which could come in handy.
“We aren’t.” She conceded just in time for a
spark of magic to ignite next to her, flames licking her hands. One of her
traps have been activated. Regina growled in anticipation at her side, changing
the weight of her body as a bigger silhouette, one covered in fur and
definetely larger than a usual dog despite the four paws and vaguely-shaped
alike snout, appeared just at the edge of the trees at their right, the
blackness of its fur a striking contrast against the pearly white and fiery red
of the fog and leaves. “That, however…”
Regina’s hands ghosted on Emma’s neck as she
lowered her shoulders, letting the shadows engulf her. The brunette had much
more experience with their magic and so she kept Emma grounded as she moved
forward, the world lines of black, white and red. The creature emitted a
surprised yelp, one Emma quickly silenced by stabbing it at some point of the
muscled shoulder of the creature with the dagger in where silver had been
dusted at some point of its creation. The flecks of silver burnt the flesh of the
monster, weakling it enough for Emma to hold it while Regina reappeared at its
back, holding the shadows around her like a cloak with a slightly bored
“Next time I want to be the one who chooses the
place for our Honeymoon.” The vampire said seconds before lifting the creature
as Emma shackled it, her pale hands almost disappearing in the thick fur before
she glanced at Regina, brows arched.
“Weren’t you the one who asked for something
The older vampire smiled as she saw the blonde
put down the werewolf, not a hair out of place. She is learning.
“And what about keeping with this… pastime is
Emma laughed, taking the jab for what it was
worth; boredom. Scratching absentmindedly the two old scars she had beneath the
cloth on her neck she approached the brunette, caressing the black lace that
covered Regina’s upper body, a mock, a loose mimic of the first time they had
seen each other.
“You like it.” Her whisper was born out of
smugness but she could see a similar expression on Regina, the fog around the
two of them beginning to engulf them, answering to the other woman’s commands.
“I like many things about you.” Regina replied,
stopping her movements with one finger on her chest, drawing circles and lines
on top of Emma’s unbeating heart. “This horrible leather jacket is not one of
“Poof us out of here and take it off me.”
Regina complied just as the werewolf began to
stir, its howl echoing in the forest from where the two vampires were already
very, very, far off.
After the reveal I’ve started to repost the story I wrote back on FFNET. The first two chapters are already up so… comments are deeply appreciated!
Due to a sudden series of murders in where everything seems to point to the drug known as “Dust” (Which also fuels almost the entirely of this world in where magic is a relic of the past and only machines are able to use the dust as their gas) Emma and Regina, members of the Division -The Police force of this world- led the case in where the only one in whom they can confide is each other. As they go deeper into the case they discover that, magic, perhaps, is not as dead is it was thought it was.
if i had a dollar for every gay ship that i’ve shipped and/or has broken my heart repetitively i would have enough money to bribe the writers of those tv show/books/movies to make the non-canon ships canon
If straight girls keep calling each other their girlfriends then I’ll just start calling my dog my boyfriend and if anyone thinks it’s weird that means they think it’s more likely that I’d date my dog than another woman.