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Beyond Here Lies Darkness	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 3726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 11
- 12
- 13
Sometime later, when many hours, perhaps even days, have passed, the Dark One and it's captive lay resting on the pirate Hook's bed. The bed like the room is in shambles, the mattress half off it's frame. The wrinkled sheets are in need of changing, soiled in places, torn in others. Most of the blankets are on the floor, the cabin filled with a stifling, oppressive heat that makes it hard to breathe, let alone sleep.

Emma Swan tries for it though, laying as far away from the monster as it will allow. She's got her eyes closed, and her back turned to it, Emma curling in on herself in a way that's hardly comfortable. It's an inborn instinct that drives Emma to make herself as small and as unnoticeable as possible, and it's one that doesn't matter in the slightest. Because the darkness is always aware of her, the light inside Emma bright and vivacious and drawing the dark one to her, no matter where or how she tries to hide.

It's attuned to the light inside Emma Swan, drawn to it and obsessed with it. An elusive power the darkness can't grasp hold of, it can only be left with the lingering warmth of it, and the dark one doesn't even know what it truly deals with. But it wants it all the same, the power AND the woman that holds the light inside of her. Obsessed with possessing both, the darkness force Emma to bear the brunt of it's attentions. Everything from the perversions it makes of sex, to the false concern it shows as it makes Emma eat, to even the rough touch of it's magic healing her. Enduring it all, the strain still shows on Emma, and the darkness doesn't care enough to stop.

It barely manages the time Emma NEEDS for rest, the dark one impatient. Restless and jittery, a nervous energy filling it that the darkness doesn't understand, let alone recognize, it has become an addict to it's lusts. Enslaved by it, enthralled by Emma and the near constant cravings she causes, the woman is very much like a drug to the darkness. One it takes no measure to wean itself free of, the pleasure of sex a fleeting high it is always chasing after and can never maintain long enough to truly be satisfied by.

And yet it keeps trying, wild for the sensations and stimulations it does find inside of Emma's body. Where once it's greatest joys lay solely in the hurting and corruption of others, the great evils it was once capable of are ignored in favor of the woman, and the driving need the dark has to possess her completely. But even as it forces itself on her, holds her against it in an attempt to make Emma cleave to it, the dark one knows it doesn't truly have her. Not all of her, Emma's body ripe for the dark's taking, but not the essence inside her. The soul, the heart, even the mind, all things that combine to create the woman that is Emma Swan. The dark one knows better than anyone that the body is just a container, a vessel to hold the existence that forms an individual. Their strengths, their dreams, their personality, the forces that drive them, the wants that motivate them. Even the urges they strive to satisfy. Though the dark has affected Emma greatly, negatively, it has yet to change the very shape of who---what she is. She is still a person, a woman who would do just about anything for her friends and family, embracing the love she has for them at the cost of her own well being.

Such sacrifice the darkness doesn't understand, might even be driven wild with jealousy because of it. It doesn't truly want Emma concerned with others, the darkness a possessive creature who would and has locked Emma away from the world. Jealousy guarding her, refusing to share her with any other, the darkness wants Emma all to itself. It wants her as obsessed as it is for her, and it doesn't care how she gets to that point, if fear and hate is the driving emotions she feels when dealing with the darkness. It wants her every thought to center around it, wants Emma to acknowledge the dark as the only existence she'll ever have, the only companion she'll ever know.

Driven by this obsession with making Emma belong completely to the dark, the monster would destroy all she holds dear. That includes her family, but Emma is not yet at the point where she doesn't need them alive as an incentive to obey the dark. It's not only aware, but understands her love for the humans is what keeps her alive. Her devotion to them, to their well being, is what keeps Emma from putting an end to her own life. Even as the darkness uses threats against them to keep Emma in line, it hates that such a thing is needed. The darkness doesn't truly understand, doesn't recognize that it's desire is such a terrifying thing, that the idea of submitting to it indefinitely is a fate worst than death to Emma.

The dark can't understand why it's lust is such an awful thing that is to be feared, even dreaded. To the dark, sex feels good, the pleasure it finds when joining with Emma Swan like nothing it has ever experienced, nothing it will ever surpass. It is pure ecstasy, orgasmic, and undeniably good. And the dark doesn't see why it's not the same for Emma Swan. It can't comprehend that she doesn't enjoy herself, that it's hurting her with every touch and kiss. The dark has no idea of the crimes that it commits, thinking the pleasure found is all that mattered. The dark takes and it takes, getting high off of Emma, not understanding why she fights it and fights the pleasure it is giving her.

Confused by her, by the way she rejects the pleasure, there is another urge in the darkness that finds her struggles satisfying. A dominating existence by nature, the dark enjoys holding Emma down, in pinning her to the bed. It doesn't mind the fight in her when it knows such an act is ultimately useless against it. The darkness is stronger, it's will and desires ultimately prevailing against what Emma wants. The dark knows this, and so does Emma, the woman's every action done only when the darkness allows it. Everything from when she eats, sleeps and bathes, to even the things in between. It's constant, the darkness' demands for Emma's total submission, and this too plays a part in leaving the woman exhausted.

The darkness doesn't once think to loosen the short leash it tries to keep Emma on. Fiercely controlling, it barely gives Emma a chance to breathe, the only time the woman truly has to herself is when the monster is called away by the one who holds it's dagger. That time doesn't happen enough for Emma's liking, every second alone a small blessing. The separation is nothing short of agony for the darkness, the woman Cora a nuisance it intends to one day kill.

But even that murderous desire is centered around Emma Swan, the darkness barely able to think past the need to be with her, to remember it's vengeance. Or it's purpose, the people of Storybrooke terrorized only on Cora's whim. The dark so enthralled, so a slave to it's obsession, no longer bothers about spreading it's chaotic and corrupting influence on man. It's been crippled by it's lust, blinded by it. It's not outright tamed by it, but because of it Storybrooke owes a debt to Emma Swan they can never begin to repay.

All but ignored by the darkness, the people of Storybrooke still cower in fear of it. In the evil it's mere presence spreads throughout their town. Conscious or not, the darkness is influencing them, making the bad become even more wicked, the good turn brighter. Even those that existed in the realm of grays, trapped as neither bad nor good, are changing. Bit by bit, crime is rocking the town, desires running rampant and acted on, the people out of control, while those pure of heart remain in hiding. It's not just an eternal night the darkness unleashed has brought to Storybrooke, but the total sum of dark magic, of malice and violence, of greed and envy. Turning Storybrooke into a nightmare world, where the battle between good and evil favors heavily the latter.

To Emma Swan, the battle already feels lost. She's beyond tired, lost and without hope. She can't even dream of a future, can't believe something better might be out there for her. She is crushed, defeated, and at times her fight is nothing more than mere show, Emma lacking the energy to truly be defiant. She can't even hate herself for giving up so completely, Emma existing, not hoping for a rescue, or a chance of escape. Living only for her friends, her family, her son, and some day even they won't be enough.

But that day is not here yet, a glimmer of resistance still inside her. Balking at her fate, at the idea that this simply can't be all her life was leading towards, the fight in Emma remains, sliver sized though it may be. The embers of her inner fire haven't cooled completely, they just need something, anything to spark them into blazing once more.

She won't find the spark needed in the arms of the darkness, the monster with Hook's face smothering her with just about everything it does in it's obsessive need to possess all of her. It doesn't register that it's slowly killing off every piece of her, the darkness not realizing it takes more than seeing to basic necessities to keep a woman like Emma alive. She simply needs more than it can ever give her, the darkness incapable of human warmth, and nurturing love. The few attempts it makes at kindness are twisted at best, the dark a blaspheming mockery of what it means to be human.

Existing ever since mankind saw it's first night, the dark doesn't truly know a human the way that it thinks it does. Familiar only with their fear, and with the ones who slant towards evil, the darkness knows only of their corruptible natures. It's ill equipped to deal with one who won't be seduced, manipulated, bribed or tricked, Emma Swan and her kind, a puzzle it can't quite figure out. But it tries, reaching a hand out to her. She stiffens at the feel of the fingers trailing down her back, Emma unable to control even that much of a reaction to it. The darkness touches her again, this time with the whole palm of it's hand, a caress that goes from the curve of her hip to down past her thigh.

"Let me sleep." Emma speaks through the grinding of teeth. The bed groans in response, the darkness shifting it's weight to move closer to Emma. Her skin prickles in awareness, tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing alert. She's still curled in on herself when the darkness presses against her back, Emma's skin crawling at the feel of it's cold flesh pressing against her warmth.

"Sleep..." She grumbles. "I really need to sleep..."

Emma goes silent at the finger touching her lips, the darkness making a shushing sound. And then it speaks her name, the sound more growl than anything, a deep rasping of voice that sounds nothing like Hook's.

"Emma." repeats the darkness, and all it's desire to posses is in that sound. "Emma." Its lips touch her shoulder, kissing her in a way that should have been endearing. It is not, nothing the darkness does, no matter how gentle or how violent, can get Emma to soften towards it. She just endures, her jaw clenching as stolen lips brush over the pulse of her neck. The darkness can feel how it races, her heart rate quick to increase with Emma's dread and panic.

"Emma." It growls again, twining clean hair around it's fingers. A harsh jerk follows that touch, the darkness forcing Emma's head back for it's kiss. It's lips fit together with hers, it's tongue already pushing inside, and in a spark of defiance born out of her desperate need for sleep, Emma grazes her teeth over that tongue in warning. Expecting it to laugh, or even get violent, Emma still turns to shove at it's chest with her hands.

"No," She says, the fingers tightening their grip on her hair. "NO!" She shrieks louder, snapping teeth at it when it tries to kiss her again. A dark look of rage fleetingly passes over it's features, and then the expression is something else. Collected though far from calm, the darkness staring at her with it's soulless eyes.

"You are strange, even for a human." It finally says, it's words so unexpected, so outrageous that Emma nearly weeps with her angry laughter. She laughs so hard, she can barely form the words, Emma eyes wet with mirthless tears.

"And just what is so strange, that even the dark one would find it so?"

"I want you." The way it speaks conveys how that want perplexes it even now. "I want you in ways I have never wanted anything, not even to be free."

"Lucky me." The sarcastic bite to those words are lost to the darkness.

Instead it gives her an almost absent minded nod of it's head. "You should be dead." The silver hook lifts, it's sharp tip being dragged lightly over her throat. "It should be nothing, mean nothing to end you."

"So why don't you?" Emma demands, actually leaning into the hook so that it's sharpness bit into her skin enough for a thin trickle of blood to be traced over her skin. The darkness' nostrils flare at the sight, the monster moaning in a way that is all lust and impure intent.

The sounds is frightening, Emma trembling, and then she screams. "DO IT! Be done with this and kill me already!"

The darkness moans again, but neither it nor Emma press the hook to actually tear open her throat. An almost helpless expression takes over it's face, it's eyes staring at her bloody neck. And then hook is replaced with tongue, the darkness sealing it's mouth over the wound, actually suckling at the blood there. Emma makes a disgusted sound, and tries again to shove free of the darkness with her hands.

"Coward." She spits out, but her brief spark of defiance is already fading. Because Emma knows she won't be dying on this day, and there is nothing she can do to change that fact that won't put her loved ones in danger.

The darkness' lips are red tinted, and it seems to laugh. "In all my years of existence, no one has ever accused me of cowardice." It's smirk spreads slowly across those red lips. "Yet another first you have given me."

Emma looks away from that smirk, unable to bear it. The hand on her thigh brings her gaze back to the monster, her eyes full of dread and despair. The darkness stares at her, fingers massaging the expanse of her thigh.

"What do you want?" She finally whispers, but they both already know the answer to that.

"You." growls the darkness, and it's touch goes from gentle to harsh, the monster using both hand and hook to pry open her thighs. "This and more." It says, barely reacting to Emma grabbing at it's arms.

"You can't have any more!"

"I'll have it all..." The darkness shrugs off her touch, shifting them both that for one second Emma thinks it means to just haul her down onto it's cock. "Anything and everything you have! Even if I have to devour you whole to get it..."

Shrieking, Emma fights, twisting and turning, and the darkness moves with her. They struggle against each other, positions changing, and Emma finds herself sitting up right, with her legs draped over the dark one's shoulders. It smiles up at her, and the black that makes up it's eyes seem to glint with wicked intention. Emma's own eyes grow wide, shocked. Of all the positions and things the darkness has done to her, it has never tried to do this particular act.

"Don't..." Emma says before she can stop herself. The darkness stares at her as it deliberately licks it's tongue over her, tracing the center of her slit from top to bottom, then back again. "Don't!" Emma screams it this time, grabbing at it's hair, trying to use that grip to haul the darkness up.

"Sweet." The darkness groans in pure bliss and Emma knows it will never be satisfied with just one taste. She pulls hard on it's hair, actually tears out a handful and still the darkness presses forward, it's whole face nuzzling between her spread thighs. Emma screams, her body turning traitor, a response that is clinical happening as a tingling sensation follows the dark one's tongue.

It doesn't take long for Emma to burn with need, the darkness relentless as it torments her in this fashion. Her body not only grows aroused, it becomes painfully so, her flesh covered in sweat, a fevered heat spreading through her as the very center of her body becomes so blatantly wet. She not only tingles where the darkness licks her, she aches, Emma panting, her chest heaving as she falls back against the few pillows that remain on the bed.

"It can be like this always." The darkness suddenly says, then slowly circles that nub of flesh that is a bundle of pleasurable nerves. "You, me, we need not fight each other anymore."

Barely able to think, to breathe, Emma cries out with a no. The darkness stops its teasing caress, and flat out laves it's tongue over her clit. Emma streaks at the sensation, her knees jerking upwards to press against the darkness' ears.

"You already belong to me." The darkness insists. "There is nothing that will change that fact."

Through her haze of unwanted stimulation, Emma lifts her head. The monster meets her eyes, drags it tongue over her clit again and again, waiting for an answer.

"NO!"

"No?" It's knowing smirk vanishes, replaced with confusion and a frown. "No?!" It's raising up, her one ankle caught in it's hand grip. She tries to draw back both her legs, and the darkness comes with them, the one that is caught being pushed back against her body. The darkness glowers at her, bending her like a pretzel so that her one foot is almost by her head. The erection that it had been rubbing against the mattress, now presses against her exposed sex. Drops of moisture drip out of it's tip, Emma afraid and feeling even more vulnerable in this awkward position.

"I am the darkness!" It screams at her. "I have seen the birth of civilization, have gifted and seen to the fall of whole kingdoms, have been the end of an entire race. I could give you the world, hand you this town and it's people on a silver platter!"

Frightened beyond belief, Emma manages to whisper a retort. "Not impressed, and not interested."

Hook's expression twists with the darkness' near incoherent rage, the monster forgetting all attempts to seduce, and impress and instead gives over to madness of the worst kind. Insane with it's anger, it roars a sound of a bestial nature, and Emma goes cold at hearing it. Any arousal the darkness might have forced on her is lost, Emma wanting nothing more than to get away as the dark starts to roughly push inside her. She screams and it screams, Emma trying to hit it, and not caring if it strikes her unconscious for her efforts. She keeps right on screaming, voice actually louder than the darkness own snarls. Even as it stares at her with hate in it's expression, the Dark one continues to rut inside her, more vicious than it's ever been. Emma keeps on screaming, pushing, fighting, trying to buck it off her with her body alone. All Emma thinks she's accomplishing is to make the beast madder, but she's wrong. Because something is rising up inside the darkness, and it can't seem to stop it, stop HIM, and the monster feels the man clawing his way out through the darkness, lunging towards the sounds of Emma's loudest screams.

The darkness shrieks, unable to find the words to vocalize it's rage. Hook looks out through it's, THEIR eyes, and with an inhuman curse, the darkness wrenches itself free of Emma's body. She falls against the pillows, her thighs already bearing bruises. Her leg lowers, and she just lays there, staring at the darkness as it practically flies about the room. Screaming, howling, actually attacking the walls, the monster goes so far as to claw at it's own head, as though trying to get at the man inside it.

"What the fuck?" Emma's question a mere whisper, is lost to the room, the darkness continuing to go ballistic. And then suddenly it is back at the bed, and Emma's voice fails her as that silver hook with it's deadly sharp tip comes down towards her. She braces herself for the attack, for the violent death Emma thinks she's about to be handed. The pillow behind her explodes instead, feathers flying everywhere, and Emma finds she is all alone, with neither the man nor the monster remaining in the room.

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To Be Continued....

Erg...this chapter was an ordeal to get right. I don't even remember when I first started trying to write it, but it was at least a week's time. What you see here is my third rewrite. I wrote enough for this chapter for three and a half chapters. Each one was different, and I kept trying to get to the conversation and the dialogue would go wrong or be really out there, and the scene just wouldn't go the way I wanted. But I am satisfied with the final results. Even if it took me forever...I'm exhausted from the battle to write this chapter...and am eyeing for a break. I'm actually debating if Cora gets some air time for chapter 13. She probably will, though maybe I shouldn't say why as not to spoil. Though she's not the main POV character for that chapter by any means....

I want to thank Zerousy and xearthfaex. Both of them read and commented on my first draft, and I'm surprised I didn't drive them nuts with all my doubts and fears, and angst over not being able to write the chapter right. I especially have to thank Zerousy, for reading over attempt two and three, and all the feedback given on them. And thanks for the great line of the darkness being a dirty monster in a sexy man's body. I didn't get to use that line, but really want to! :)

I'm so freaking happy to have this chapter completed! *parties and goes to celebrate with a game.*
------Michelle
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