Craving

Chapter 3

Sorry for not posting chapter 3! I've had it written and posted for a while on other sites, but not here. So enjoy. :)

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Emma felt herself relax into the chair as Regina did so, somehow feeling safe in her presence. Humans couldn't get into Storybrooke, and it appeared Regina had no idea who she really was, of what she had done. Besides that, she was rather friendly and very attractive.

Regina nodded at Emma's IV connected to the pole beside her. "What made you want to donate?"

Emma blushed and shrugged. Truthfully, Mary Margaret had invited her to come and persuaded her to donate. Well, more like guilted her into it. She had volunteered to go with the woman to keep her company and—classic Mary Margaret style—the teacher had started lecturing her about being a good Samaritan with that slightly insane bug-eyed look that Emma hadn't dared refuse. If she had, she was pretty sure Mary Margaret would have shoved the needle in her arm herself.

Emma didn't do needles: at all. She hated the dizziness and adrenaline rush that would hit her as she was prepared and couldn't even handle looking at the blood going into the bag attached to her for more than a few seconds. Hospitals in general freaked her out; nothing good ever came of them. Either you were there to die or to be saved from nearly dying. Yet, something had compelled her.

A nurse came over with a cup of juice and a chocolate chip cookie for Emma, beginning to unhook her from the IV. The blonde felt all the blood drain from her face and she clutched the arm rest with her free hand, nails digging into the slick surface.

She was surprised when Regina gently pried her hand off the seat and cupped her chin to turn away from the blood. "Look at me. Breathe. It's almost over."

Emma did as she was told, noticing the woman's eyes were a rich chocolate brown, like she could melt within them and float away. The hand holding hers was soft and the same temperature as hers, not ice-cold like vampires were portrayed in movies. Unlike Zelena, however, there was a guarded look there; a hesitation in the way she touched her, as if she was going to pull back and flee at any moment.

The nurse broke their intense moment, making Emma release the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. "Alright, Miss Swan, that's all I need from you. If you get a fever or feel ill during the next 24 hours, come back. Thank you for donating."

Emma smiled in relief and sipped on her juice, waiting for the dizziness to pass. After a moment, she noticed Regina's hand was still on her arm and her grip was tightening ever so slightly as the seconds ticked by. The blonde thought it to be rather sweet, until she noticed Regina's posture was unnaturally rigid and her eyes were darting around the room.

"Is she freaked out because of the hospital? Or is she attracted to me like Zelena is?" Emma wondered.

The blonde patiently finished her cookie and finished her juice, jerking only when she felt Regina's fingernails cut into the skin of her upper arm. She yelped, and Regina immediately pulled back, eyes zeroing in on the crimson crescent moons her nails had left on her arm.

Emma watched her in curiosity and eagerness as she awaited to see what the woman would do. A tingle ran down her spine as she recalled just how good the endorphins had felt when Zelena had pricked her. How high could she get from an actual bite?

Before she could say anything, Regina jumped to her feet, scrambling to grab her purse. She looked horrified, and Emma felt sorry for her. "Regina it's okay—"

The vampire shook her head vigorously, lips pursed in a thin line. "I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry I interrupted you." Regina took a step back and her purse flew out of her hands to the floor, the remnants rolling in every direction.