AN: This takes place in the Enchanted Forest, during Regina and Maleficent's affair. I could have easily left this flashback chapter out of the story, but I had the idea for it because of this story and since it fit well with the plot I thought it would be good here instead of a one-shot. I did get a bit too deep writing this though which is why it took so long, but it's all good. This is sort of explaining the part in time when Regina shifted between hating Snow and just full-blown wanting to kill and destroy her.

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"Maleficent." Regina called out into the massive space of the castle. It was the dragon's home, but she still loved to hide in it, especially when she wasn't in the mood for company.

I didn't care though, hoping to at least fill part of this day with something other than annoyances and frustration. I was familiar enough with the castle and its rooms, taking my time walking through and settling my body down from the long ride during a cooling sunset. In lieu of a proper gown, it was nice to be able to wear some simple riding pants and a loose cream-colored blouse. It was a nice role reversal, making me feel a little more in control than I ever really was.

That hope for a distraction here was starting to dim as I walked farther into her castle, the familiar path to her bed chambers stayed eerily quiet. I didn't bother calling out for her a second time knowing that she was either here or not, and that was about as predictable as the dragon could be.

When I opened the heavy wooden door, I was considering staying here regardless if I had company, but the sight of candlelight caught my eyes. I walked into the bedroom and saw a figure sitting on Maleficent's bed, which caused a smile to start but it faded as quick as it took for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.

It was Snow White sitting there in front of me, a small smirk and looking like she was perfectly at home on Maleficent's bed. My mind reeled as my stomach sank. Did she follow me? She must have been ahead of me to get here so fast. She must have known I'd come here, and that meant-

"Hello, stepmother." Snow greeted me in a tone that sounded taunting. That smirk firm on her face.

It wasn't possible, she wasn't that smart. The princess was barely allowed to leave the castle, there was no way she could be real. I was imaging her, I must have been.

"Having a bad day?" That taunting and teasing voice, and I've heard Snow say a lot but never in that tone. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, taking a few more steps towards the bed, then I felt it and all the muscles in my shoulder tensed.

"I'm not in the mood for games, Maleficent."

At that, she bared teeth in a smile and her eyes reflected yellow for a quick moment. It might have been a trick of light.

"That makes one of us." She giggled in Snow's voice, no difference that I could tell which sent chills up my spine.

"This isn't funny." I snapped and was almost ready to storm out, but there was a weird fascination I had for the magic she used to glamor herself. I had heard about the spell, but Rumple wouldn't teach me. It looked so real.

"I only wanted to surprise you for your special day." She explained with a laugh, standing up from the bed and doing a twirl in the simple white dress, just cotton without a corset or a skirt hoop, making it look more like a nightgown than anything. Snow would never wear such a thing. Even her sleepwear was more conservative.

"I hate surprises." My voice was still tight, but there was a curiosity about the situation that I couldn't deny. Maybe I could convince Mal to teach me the spell, so I could use it myself.

"You hate me." She countered, smiling still and her eyes were full of mischief—but they were Snow's eyes. It looked identical, down to every color and shape; she even had Snow's dimples. Mal was in front of me now, considering me considering her, as I reached out to touch her face, half expecting the image to just dissipate when I came in contact, but it was real. Well, it wasn't real, but it was warm and soft, my fingers moving along her jaw gently, watching the rise and fall of her chest while she breathed. "Don't you?" She didn't smell like Snow, as I leaned into her space just enough to notice that there was no fresh smell of flowers or grass or the way she sometimes smelled like baked pastries from spending the day hanging on the cooks' every move. All she smelled like now was liquor and spices, her green eyes dark and hooded.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and pulled my hand back, looking away.

"This is too much." Too much of what, I didn't know so I didn't say. My sight caught on Mal's nightstand and saw bottles, potions and needles. She was drunk already, and that was at the very least.

Mal always got terrible ideas when she was drunk.

"Too much for you, the fearless queen?" She mocked, and I looked back to her coldly, feeling heat on the back of my neck. She was taking advantage of my pride and my temper; the fire that youth brought. Snow's giggle rang in my ears, taking my wrist in her hand firm but gentle, pulling me over to her nightstand. Begrudgingly I followed, while she positioned us in front of the large vanity mirror, the eerie sight of me behind her made a chill run up my back. Somehow my hands ended up on her hips, looking like a scene of us from another land. Some dark world reflection of the stoic queen and her princess.

"She's very young," Maleficent spoke with a low timber that sounded more like her than it did Snow. "I hardly remember being this age."

"You hardly remember anything." I retorted, watching as she met my eyes through the reflection.

"I thought you'd like me this way." She said, her stare growing deep with a smile full of deception. I didn't react to her baiting though, scrunching up my nose.

"Why?"

Mal turned around in my arms and leaned forward to whisper; "You can do anything you want to me." A moment or two passed as I considered her words. Obviously, that wasn't true, but what did she want me to do to her? It was still Mal underneath all that magic. "All those dark thoughts running in your head," She continued, grinning like she just caught me in disgrace. "The ones you don't tell me about." I scoffed, even as my cheeks burned, and Mal waited on me to give up some of my cards.

"I want to kill you." I finally spoke, quiet and honest. It was said partly because I knew that was what she wanted to hear, and partly because I had never said my deepest thoughts out loud so clearly. Blunt and to the point. I wanted Snow dead. The way it felt saying such a thing, it didn't feel exactly good, but it felt right.

Her face softened, looking sympathetic to my suffering. This darkness we shared had no place for a caring heart though, so the look didn't last long.

"How?" She asked, smiling mischievously once more. "Tell me in detail."

I closed my eyes and took a few steadying breaths, because it was getting clear that I wasn't going to leave, so my only other option was to play along. Besides, this might have been the only escape I could get. Sometimes my plans for revenge felt so far out of reach, it would be quicker to just wait for my enemies to die of old age. This though, this present had a nice bow on it, and it could be worth the price.

My eyes opened and landed on Snow's wide green stare.

"I'd break your neck." I spoke with my voice deep and distant. I dreamed about the sound of it cracking. It was nightmares at first, but after a while it wasn't. It was just a dream, echoing inside my head.

Regardless, Mal looked excited at my willingness to play along, which made it easier to say the words.

"Would you do it with your bare hands?" she reached down and wrapped my fingers with hers, raising her hand with mine until she was guiding my fingers along her collarbone. I imagined Snow being this enticed at such an offer of destruction, a giddiness about her when given the idea of ending that plague of an existence. Maybe she hated living in this hypocritical world just as much as I did.

"How impersonal otherwise." I whispered, captivated at how soft her skin was.

Mal was making everything so easy.

I snatched her neck in my hand, gripping soft pale skin. She rolled her head back to move with my hand, and it made my head swim. She was being so obedient. Even for Maleficent, someone who needed control in everything; It felt as if it was my turn now, and the mere idea of having complete control over Snow White—suddenly my head was drowning.

My fingers on her neck tightened, gripped at taut tendons, and felt her body stilled under my hold. Even the breath was frozen in her lungs. Our eyes met, and she had such a captivating look to her. A mature sexuality of Maleficent, and the soft edges and youthful beauty of Snow. The combination was unraveling me.

"Anything I want?"

The muscles in her throat contracted and I loosened my grip. Then she smiled.

"Until we burn alive."

That wasn't the first time she had said that, and I felt indifferent to the obsession that dragons had with fire, but the passion written on her face did always make my breath catch. My body pressed into her, causing her to gasp as I captured her lips with mine, perhaps not expecting me to want something like that, and to show it so easily—so foolishly. It was impulsive, and I was sure to regret it, but as it stood she accepted my kiss greedily as her hands moved up my shoulder to tangle in my hair, and I ignored the fact that all I could taste was Maleficent.

The feeling of it was so different though, I lingered in the kiss, slowing and moving with more purpose as my hands moved lower to grab a hold and keep steadied by her hips. Soon enough though, she pulled her lips away from the kiss, her breath coming in short and shallow.

"This is what you want?"

I wasn't thinking about what I wanted too much, or the consequences of it. I was just moving from one instinct to another, because that was the beauty of this, wasn't it?

"You planned for it, don't deny that." Which made her smile, which in turn made me wonder why she did plan for this. Digging her way inside me, finding out dark thoughts and fantasies, ripping them violently to the surface. What good would any of it do?

My wondering stopped abruptly when she leaned in and kissed me with a controlling intent, and I attempted to keep up with the pace.

There inlaid distractions as Mal moved her own hands to the ties on the front of her dress, untying knots and pulling at ribbon in a methodical way, making our kiss stop suddenly to turn into watching her watching me. Her eyes were daring me to look down at the newly exposed skin of her chest, submit to this seduction, as if I was too scared to finish what I started. Hardly.

My hand reached up and ripped the rest of the ribbon out of its confines, leaving the dress to hang loose and open, from halfway down her chest, a strip of pale white skin felt blinding to look at.

This wasn't Snow. This was all Maleficent, and her terrible drunk ideas. By morning she would hardly remember the night, and I could go back to my own prison a little more undone than before.

I kissed her again with that in mind, rough and messy, smearing the light lipstick she was wearing, feeling it streak across her cheek as I settled on a spot behind Mal's ear that I knew drove her crazy. Then like clockwork, her grip on my shoulders tightened and fingers turned so that I could feel nails digging in.

"Regina." I've heard Snow say my name a lot, but never like that.

A moan broke out of me just to regret it instantly. In the back of my mind I knew I should be more careful with my actions, I was showing too much of myself and I felt Maleficent soaking up every bit of it. Using Snow was the quickest way to get under my skin though, but neither one of us really knew what I would do once it happened.

I was right not to think too much about what this was, just instinct to instinct, so I moved back enough to pull the top of her dress down roughly, and without anything underneath, her breasts came out of the gown easily, round and full, looking so real. But it wasn't. This wasn't Snow. The sight of it made me gasp regardless, which Maleficent matched with a smirk.

"How does the spell work?" I whispered, unable to tear my sight away from the stiff peaks of her pale breasts. After a moment, she answered, and I could hear her laughing at me in the tone.

"It takes the essence of a person, and then changes you to match. It's identical, every inch."

She knew that was why I was asking, causing me to kiss her so I could stop gaping at her like a teenager, and she could stop making me feel as foolish as one. Her body pulled back to lead me forward, never breaking our contact while bringing us to her bed.

"What do you want, princess?" My voice was rough with a mock title that was used on purpose, but it wasn't a good idea because it just seemed to cement my fantasy in this. The lines between her dark games and my dark thoughts were starting to blur more than I would've liked.

That pouty lip of hers caught between her teeth while she looked at me through her eyelashes.

"I want you."

My fingertips trailed down the swell of her breast, feeling her breathing catch as I traced the peaks of her nipples too softly.

"Tell me the truth." I spoke absently, still half fascinated by this version of Snow that I had found, with the softest skin and a beauty no one could deny. It was a dangerous power she had, and that power was in the wrong hands with Maleficent.

She looked at me for a long moment, calculating her words while I watched those expressions I had never seen before on Snow. The cruel intentions that were written on a face of such innocence seemed fitting for my plight. Suddenly this all felt real the longer it twisted around inside my head, this mask of kindness hiding selfish intentions. The shackles that kept me at that castle were Snow's doing, and she reveled in that control she had.

I left the castle today because of her. Her persistence kindness that always reminded me how empty and cold I had become over the years. A gift to me left unopened on my vanity, it's simple small wooden box unopened and mocking me, reminding me that I was only her pet to spoil, her property.

I ran away today as fast as I could, hating everything down to the skin on my bones.

"I want to ruin you." Snow spoke darkly, looking at me for a long moment before she shifted her shoulders and suddenly her gown fell to the ground, pooling at her feet.

My jaw clenched, and I refused to look her form, out of pure stubbornness. She didn't seem to mind, knowing the heat of her body was starting to bring sweat on my brow, and those dark green eyes were bringing rage into mine. She wrapped her fingers around my wrist, firm enough to feel my rapid heartbeat as she led my hand down between our bodies, then between her legs.

"I want you to think about this every time you look at me."

My fingers instinctively curved and moved past the soft hair to feel how absolutely drenched she was, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roll back at the feeling of her wanting this so much. Her voice was luring and terrifyingly destructive.

The feeling of it was fleeting though, her grip still on my wrist and pulling my hand back up to our faces that were close now, but I could see my glistening fingers. A part of me wanted to rip myself away from her hold, but another stronger part of me kept staring with a dry throat.

"I want my taste to be the only thing you can feel on your tongue," Quickly and with no time given for a protest, my fingers disappeared between her own lips, cleaning them without hesitation. The feeling of her soft tongue working slow and diligently made all the air leave my lungs. Her tongue darted out and flicked at fingertips while pulling away.

Everything around us grew heavy and hot. Snow's eyes were on me the whole time, it all twisted in my head, and I was dizzy because of it.

When she finally pulled away fully, she whispered darkly;

"I'll ruin you, until we match."

At that, something inside me snapped.

"You already ruined me." I growled and gripped hard at her face, still wet fingers digging into her cheeks, only seeing Snow in front of me. Innocent Snow White who would look at me so bright eyed, who would be flustered so easily at a few well-placed words. All of it was just a glamour to give me a false sense of control. Her eyes were dark now, and her true purpose was made clear tonight. This was Snow. The real Snow.

I kissed her roughly, tasting her instantly and it made the fury inside me build. I may truly kill her tonight, I might break her apart piece by piece until all that was left was a shell that only knew my name, repeating over and over again like an echo inside her head. We would match indeed.

My body guided us to the edge of the bed, and I was quick to push her back onto the mattress with a cruel and careless force. She only laughed though, the light giggling at my plight, leaning up on her elbows while she watched me stand at the edge of the bed

"How do you want me, your majesty?" A strong rush of arousal pulled at me, watching a show she was obviously putting on for me, hands raising above her head and chest pushed out for perfect breasts to be put on display. "Will you ravish me with force, ruining me for any prince's marital bed?" Those full lips and lust filled green eyes delivered a final and dizzying blow to my resolve as she spoke with a high and royal tone, sounding like Snow and looking like sin.

It was a cloud of drunkenness I found myself in as I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse, roving my eyes over every untouched inch of her.

"Ruin you," Her words got repeated back, and my voice sounded deep and foreign to my own ears, cutting with a sharp tone. A gear shifted in my head, causing wandering eyes to snap up to her face. "Until we match?" My arms moved to grab her ankles, pulling her down the bed just enough to have me between her legs, bare thighs resting against the leather of my pants and feet dangling off the edge. "I wonder, how would I go about doing something like that?" Fingers splayed out on the white hips that rocked gently at my touch, my nails that pressed into soft white skin.

My mind was made up as I pulled away from her, then walked over to a familiar chest that was along the wall of her bedroom while I finished undoing the buttons of my blouse, tossing the piece of material on the floor.

"What are you doing?" The princess asked me as I opened the chest, keeping a laugh in the tone but I heard what was underneath that laugh. It was a little fear.

"What's the matter, Snow?" My voice sounded far away, rough and dark, as I pull out a harness from the collection of her toys. "You don't want to play anymore?"

She considered me after I said that, though far too stubborn to back out of the game now, she stilled and watched me with thoughts I couldn't read. I was intimately familiar with her collection of toys, but hardly, if ever, there was a time that I could use them on her. Finally, she gave a small nod, and a smile started to show on my face, finally feeling in control of this scene and its players.

I was back on her as soon as I could, meeting her hungry lips as we kissed in a rhythm that was familiar, and still felt so foreign from her soft and pouty lips. It was new and the same, everything and nothing. I could hurt her, and Snow wouldn't even feel it. This was insanity, and I was diving head first into it with the sound of Snow's throaty moan holding me down in it like a boot on my back.

My cloths stayed on despite the discarded blouse, and any reservations about it melted away when I watched her soft white thighs run along the outside of my leg. I could tell she liked the feeling of leather against her, so I slid my knee between her legs and pressing firmly against her and being rewarded by a faint whimper.

Her skin was hot against my mouth, taking a hard nipple into my mouth, while my hands moved down her sides and held her tight against me by the grip on her hips. She shifted to press herself against the firm shaft of the strap-on, causing my focus to move onto the apex of her thighs, and immediately feeling dizzied at the sight—the idea of me pushing inside her—her body quivering at the feeling—begging and needing—

With a quick shift, I pulled away from her just enough so that I could move between her legs, too impatient to wait any longer.

"Go slow." She whispered suddenly, with her wild hair spread across the sheets and bottom lip caught between her teeth. "I've never done this before." Her eyes though, they were laughing at me and it burned like nothing else. I looked away from her for a moment to steady myself, to try and keep a part of myself though all this, but when my sight caught on her once more, both of our eyes were dark, and it was too late.

"You're not in any position to be making demands." My hand wrapped around the base of the strap-on, positioning it as I leaned back just enough to see her face, bringing a smirk on her lips.

"Tear me apart, then." Her confident tone shook mine for a moment. "Either way, I win."

With a scowl I entered her faster than I should have, going until I bottomed out making her groan deeply, head dropping back into the bed, and there was nothing fake about that. No ploy or play that made her body surrender to the feeling of me inside her.

"Regina." She forced it out like a praise or a plea, but it sounded like music to my ears. Let that be the only thing Snow ever said, the only things she ever did—arching against me and digging nails into my side as I slowly pulled out to thrust back in hard—and my revenge would be won.

"I think you'd like better for me to tear you apart," Snow groaned and started a rhythm with her hips that I wasn't meeting. My thrusts stayed slow and deliberate. "A quick punishment is not deserving of you, princess."

"Gods—...just fuck me." She demanded frustrated, her eyes rolling back as I shifted inside her, lifting one of her legs up and around my hip.

"More demanding." I scolded her with a tongue clicking in disapproval, then my movements sped up enough to have sweat build on her body like a glittering sheen, her skin heated and throat humming. She looked beautiful, but a different kind. The kind of beauty you'd find in a wild animal, or a tree broken open from its rotting insides.

One of Snow's hands moved down our bodies and between her legs, easily finding her clit and immediately rubbing fast and tight circles.

My body moved when I saw her, grabbing her hand and then the other to pin them against the mattress, causing me to hover over her. The rhythm of my hips slowed once more, and a whimper of protest came from her.

"I wouldn't expect someone like you to know of subservience," My hair was falling out of its tight braid, starting to flow over us like a blanket. My thrusts emphasize my point, filling her quickly before releasing her from the unsatisfying pleasure of penetration. Something that rushed through you like a burning fire, but never lasted long enough to scorch. "But I plan to keep you like this until you learn."

She understood then, and it took no time at all after that, giving up far quicker than I expected.

"Please, please fuck me." There wasn't much sincerity in the way she said it, but the need was real, and it was obvious with how wet she was since we first started this. She might not think she needs this, or me, but I know better. I know what that kind of desperation looks like.

My thrusts increased in speed and force, and with an angry possessiveness I gained a second wind while her praises and moans grew more frantic. It was burning us alive, the heat and friction between us, causing a physical tension that we always felt before but never could place. The grip I had still on her wrists moved to wrap clenched fists into her thick raven hair.

"I hate you." I whispered, or screamed, or imagined it all. Still; "I'll always hate you, because now—" One hand moved across the taught tendons of her neck, grabbing her as my hips moved harder. "Because now we match." I finished with a hiss, cutting a moan off from her as my hand tightened around her neck.

She came hard against me, and for a moment—just a split second I thought of squeezing her neck until her spasms become ones of panic instead of pleasure, and green eyes would roll back in her head just the same, her body would go slack.

It was only a moment though before I let go of her throat as if I was burned, and watched the heavy rise and fall of her chest grow steadier. There was a slight shudder as I pulled out from between her legs, but not longer than a few moments later a cloud of magical smoke surrounded Snow's form only to dissipate and leave Maleficent in her wake. I was still kneeling on the bed, looking down on her as she smirked up at me.

"Happy birthday." This dragon in sheep's clothing spoke as if she had given me some great gift, and received one in kind, but—...I just couldn't feel anything at all.

All the fire and tension, the coiled arousal that dragged me through the mud of this cruel joke—it left as quick as snows face, and the realization of what I just did sunk in. It felt as though something inside me was gone and replaced by a heavy steel pit in my chest.

I shifted off the bed and worked to take off the harness, while eyes looked for my shirt so that I could start my exit. I felt like I was miles away from my body, going through motions to get away from this. As I stood up, I saw Maleficent stir out of the corner of my eye.

"You're leaving so soon?" The question held a little genuinely, no doubt surprised by such a burst of violent passion to be followed by a cold quiet. Any other time, I tended to linger after we were together. This time though, it was different.

"I hate surprises." Is all I responded with once my shirt was on and I worked on tucking it in as I walked out of her bedchambers without another glance.

That was the last night I had spent with Maleficent in the Enchanted Forest. I felt too vulnerable to go back into the dragon's lair, and the dragon was always too proud to go in search me. There was a level of cruelty that both of us brought that night, and it wasn't something that could be forgotten.

She ruined us, along with everything else.