The Naughty Imp

Appearing in a swirl of smoke, Regina snarled at the giggling fool of an imp that danced before her. The queen was livid; she had just begun seducing the blond princess and now had to deal with a fool. "What do you want, you blasted imp?"

“You forget yourself, dearie.” Rumple sang gleefully, he hoped to continue to distract Regina so that his plan of **** could come to fruition, "the Princess -"

“Is not yours yet, imp.” Baring her teeth, Regina felt a strength in her magic that flared high at that moment. It was like a knowledge deep in her soul had come to light as soon as she had spoken those words. The idea sparked and laid the full picture before her as the reality of Rumple's manipulations came full circle. Stepping around the now grimacing Dark One, a laugh bubbled up in her chest, “I know all about the contract, the clause, and your loophole. The white kingdom, the curse, your savior, all wrapped up in a neat little package. Too bad that imposter is not your real son.” Regina moved fluidly turning away from his striking claws, amusement curling her ruby lips, “Hit a nerve have I?”

“She will be mine, Dearie. I would remember your place in our agreement.” His grating childlike falsetto voice reverberated in her ears like iron dragging across glass.

"Oh, Rumple, I believe you need to remember your place. Since that lovely night I shared with Snow, you have become nothing more than a washed-up charlatan. Old news, a hag trying desperately for a deal, you're more pathetic than the blind witch in the woods trying to lure children to her dessert-decorated home." Regina's cackle rang through the room, echoing off the stone walls. Once again, she danced away from his retaliation of claws and spitting.

“I believe we are done here.” With a twirl of her torn skirts, Regina returned to the field she had left Emma in.

When the smoke cleared, she growled in frustration at finding the young woman nowhere near where she had left her. “Damn, imp is ruining everything!” She hissed.

Not wanting to forget or restart what she had started, Regina fixed her appearance to her true form of regal magnificence. Thinking about where the princess could have possibly gone and how far she might have traveled, Regina made a quick decision, with a flick of her wrist purple smoke engulfed her once again.