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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
- 12
- 13
- 14
The dark as a timeless existence, has seen and done much. It has been the ruin of so many, countless millions murdered, whole kingdoms destroyed at it's whim. It's made playthings out of lives and happy endings, has set many a man on a course of it's own devising. It's been the influence behind every dark deed, been the devilish whisper in a person's head. It's been the corruption that poisons, has driven people to desperate lengths. It's caused the fall of more than one civilization, has turned it's lies into seductions. It's reveled in the dark chaos it brings, the pain, the misery, the fear. And not once does it's vast experience prepare it for the fury that grips hold of it now.

Nearly insane with it, the sting of Emma's rejection doesn't just make it hurt. It leaves it confused, the frustration that the darkness feels nowhere near the levels of anger it now experiences. Infuriated by it, by it all, the darkness is simply incapable of understanding a human that refuses to be bought. It doesn't comprehend that it can offer Emma nothing of what she wants, that the woman will not be corrupted, and she will not be seduced. Not with false promises, and certainly not with threats.

In this one way she is untouchable, the darkness unable to change the very essence that is Emma Swan. Her soul not within reach, Emma's thoughts still wholly her own, the darkness can't content itself with just a third of the light. Wanting her everything, the good and the bad, the darkness at it's desperate worst might just end up destroying Emma for what it can't have.

It's already so close to happening, it's hips harsh as the darkness pounds Emma into the mattress. Her body fights this, SHE fights it, Emma screaming as she first shoves at the darkness, then starts slapping and punching at it's body. She even has the satisfaction of raking her nails down one perfect cheek, Emma's rape not as effortless as it most times is. Perverse creature that it is, this too it enjoys, the mood the darkness is in simmering with the need to punish and hurt, and a rage that might just be bordering on hate.

The hate itself isn't much of a surprise. The darkness knows hate, has felt it's bite when it comes to the dagger, to the people who wield it, to the man who had once managed to cage it. Cora, Rumplestiltskin, and numerous others, and still nothing can prepare the darkness to hate that with which it wants and grows more dependant on by the hour. The lust that it feels, that sick, twisted dependency the woman has forced it to experience, breeds more than just hate. More than just need. It gives life to resentment, the darkness not knowing, not liking what it is becoming, what Emma Swan is turning it into. For the first time in an existence that surpasses millennia, the Darkness feels WEAK.

It could and it should kill Emma for that reason alone. The darkness actually deludes itself for one brief moment that it can be free, that it can tear asunder the light, end the woman and the insatiable need she brings with her. For that one moment, it ignores her struggles, lets Emma scream herself hoarse as she breaks nails and skin, it's arm stretching it's hand towards her throat. It would be so easy, the dark tells itself, knowing the woman fragile, the light a fleeting thing that even she has no control over.

A fleeting existence, both the woman and the light, the darkness knows what it must do. What it HAS to do. This weakness, this need, this lust that clouds all reason, MUST be stopped. Only then can the darkness be free, it's sanity and purpose restored. Or so it reasons, gazing down at Emma with a look that is truly as frightening as it's actions, the darkness' intent to hurt, to kill, alight in it's expression. Such an expression only makes the woman fight harder, and even the darkness can't tell if it's self- preservation or thoughts of actually wanting to die, that move Emma Swan into action.

Her screaming intensifies, Emma's fists hitting whatever she can, whenever she can. The darkness shrugs off such blows, staring down at her with narrowed eyes intent on her throat. It doesn't stop it's grueling movements, the harsh pace of it's thrusting. It's truly an addict, unable to deny itself, unwilling to free itself from the searing heat of Emma's body. The darkness lies to itself as it hesitates, claiming to want to remember this moment, this feeling as something to be despised and ultimately conquered. The burning heat of a woman, the tight grip of her body, the way tension coils within it. It's own stolen body is in a frenzied lather, and there's light shining in Emma Swan's eyes, a bright super nova that reaches into the darkness. That accidental use of it shakes free the pirate inside, the darkness feeling him clawing his way closer, and then the monster is screaming, abruptly pulling out of Emma Swan's body.

With an inhuman shriek, the darkness go wild. Tearing about the room, it's feet barely touching the floor. It slams into walls, pounds fists at an enemy that is invisible. And most of all, it tries to drag the pirate out, it's nails and it's hook clawing at the darkness' head. It's irrational, it's insane, and there's an undercurrent of real fear. The dark doesn't fear Killian Jones on his own, but a Killian Jones that might have been empowered by the light? That might come close to terrifying, the darkness remembering Rumplestiltskin, remembering how the man had eventually figured out a way to beat back the worst of the dark.

"No!" The darkness bellows, trying not to betray it's worry to the light and to the pirate. It can't, won't be made helpless, won't allow either one of them to so thoroughly defeat it. It's already turning towards Emma, when the woman speaks, a bewildered whisper escaping her.

"What the fuck?!"

And then it's there, by the bed, the darkness looming over her with it's silver hook raised. Now more than ever, it has to destroy the light. Has to stop the madness the light has poisoned it with. The need that it feels, the lust that Emma Swan drives it crazy with, all are weakness, and the darkness cannot afford any more of that.

The pirate screams in his head, but the woman's voice fails her. The darkness sees the look on her face, the fright that makes her skin go white. There is a despairing gleam in her eyes, and she trembles but does not cower away from this attack. The darkness stares at her, and though it happens in just seconds, time slows to an eternity, the hook driving down with the intent to kill.

With a snarled out curse, the pillow behind Emma explodes into a shower of feathers. The moment shocks all three, but the darkness doesn't linger. It's already teleporting away, reality splitting open, only to spit out Hook's body elsewhere. The dark expects the pirate to waste time with both getting his bearings, and with getting a look around. Instead Killian Jones surprises it with a laugh, a sharp sound that is as grating to hear, as it is mocking.

The darkness let out a scream, the incensed bellow echoing off the broken down buildings that line either side of the street. The very dust off the rubble shifts in reaction, thick choking clouds of it stirred up by the power in that shout. Pebbles faintly click on the pavement, and somewhere a rat scurries, trying to scramble away from the monster that has made that sound.

Killian Jones continues to shake, his laughter born not of amusement but of a hysteria that is twisted with relief. He's practically crying from it, and wetness actual stabs at the vessel's eyes. The darkness blinks rapidly, and shakes it's head from side to side, in an effort to purge itself of the man's tears. The laughter continues, and a single gloating thought is repeated, Killian Jones taunting the darkness with the fact it hadn't been able to kill Emma Swan.

The darkness screams in response, trying to drown out the pirate's voice. Killian Jones keeps on laughing, and the darkness can take no more. It charges headfirst into a wall, the brick and mortar actually cracking around them. There's a groan from Killian, the brunt of the pain channeled down to his and his awareness alone. There's a stunned second of blessed silence, but the gloating satisfaction remains.

"You couldn't do it." Killian speaks. "You couldn't kill her!"

The darkness snarls, scrapes both hook and nails over the wall, deep furrowing trails being gouged into the brick overlay. Another rat scurries by, this one human, scrambling deeper into the dark recess of a building that is close to crumbling apart. He's not the only one, the darkness can sense other creatures, can scent their fear and wary interest, watching but not interfering. Weak and small minded, the lot of them are like vultures, picking over the ruined carcass that is Storybrooke.

There is little good to be found among these scavengers, their hearts existing in the realm of gray shadows. Too dark to be good, too weak to be strong. They're the lowest of the low, victim to any predator that comes by. They're not even worth the darkness' time and attention, it's focus still inwards, riveted by the pirate and the threat that he could become.

"You couldn't do it." Killian repeats around the pain. "In the end you couldn't kill Emma Swan!"

"I won't just kill her!" The darkness screams. "I will destroy her! And YOU!"

"Bull shit!" Killian retorts, but there is the tiniest glimmer of uncertainty in him. The darkness feeds off of it, a wicked smile twisting it's lips cruelly. "You hesitated at the last possible second! I felt you! When push came to shove, you flinched!"

Irritation fills it, the darkness growling a warning in it's throat. Killian Jones continues, uncaring or oblivious to the danger, that wild hysteria subduing, giving way to a tired relief and a horror that is growing.

"You couldn't do it."This time it is whispered out of him. "You couldn't bring yourself to kill the woman that you want so much. You're a slave to that want, to the lust she inspires. You...."

"Enough!" The darkness barks over Killian's Jones' insightful ramblings. "I will beat this! Beat her! I will master this desire!"

"Or it will master you!" interrupts Killian. There's gloating triumph to those words, but the darkness tastes the man's despair, his true fears. Killian Jones worries for the woman, for Emma Swan, and just how much more she can survive. He doesn't dare hope she can tame the darkness, Emma both a slave and a victim to the need that has alighted inside the monster.

The darkness shakes it's head slowly, the words rumbling distorted out of it's throat."No one masters the Darkness for long." It smiles then, cold amusement gleaming in the oil black coal center of it's eyes. "Sooner or later, they ALL make a mistake. The woman will be no different."

"She already is!" Killian counters. "You've put value on her, on what she makes you feel, on what she makes you want. You should have killed her that first time, but you didn't, made weak by her light."

The darkness roars, a protesting bellow echoing down many streets. Killian Jones does a weary smirk, but hope of any kind is in short supply. He just simply can't believe that an end of any kind is possible, Killian certain the darkness is here to stay. His one hope had been the dagger, but now Killian knows. The darkness can't die, and Killian Jones doesn't know the secret, actually lacks the strength on his own to even make a go at containing the monster. He can barely keep afloat, the pirate all but lost to the dark existence that has taken root inside his body.

His concern his only remaining power, Killian Jones clings to reality through the strength of his worry alone. His fears for Emma Swan, and the staggering desire HE has, Killian not only wanting to set things right for her, but NEEDING to.

The darkness understands none of what motivates the pirate. It is dismissive of his feelings, that bitter regret, that all consuming and ever overwhelming grief. It thinks the pirate weaker for those sentiments, the darkness snarling out a gloating laughter of it's own. Killian doesn't waste time on irritation, his mind mired in deep thought. The monster that is the darkness doesn't like his silent contemplation, a not entirely irrational fear easing through it. The darkness remembers Rumplestiltskin, remembers the man's strength of will, the chains that had been borne of cold determination and hotter feelings.

Most of all the darkness remembers the woman. The woman who was nothing like Emma Swan, and yet she too had been a catalyst. The darkness remembers killing her, remembers the pirate's pain but also that of Rumplestiltskin's. A pain so sharp, so heart felt it had in turn driven the man to sharpen his psyche, hone it and his will into a weapon. The darkness practically shakes, remembering it's one fatal mistake, it's murder of the woman, of Mila, the very thing that had hardened Rumplestiltskin into a force to be reckoned with.

Uneasy now, it hides it's fears from Killian Jones. Actually mocks and blames him for all that has happened, for all that has befallen Emma Swan. Killian Jones cringes, but can't outright deny it. It had been his quest for revenge, and his hand that had taken the dagger, and carved out a hole for the darkness to seep through.

"I know that!" Killian snaps back, his lips curling. There's the bitter taste of revenge in his throat, the man practically choking on it. The darkness laughs and curls closer, ready to twist a dagger of it's own.

"It's your desires that twisted with mine." It says. "Your lust that taints us both." It expects Killian to scream, to be so shaken by this, that the man is swallowed back up. "That still course through us, even now."

"No." But it's not as strong a denial as it could be, Killian shaking his head. "I..I never wanted..."

"Now who lies?" The darkness asks.

"NO! My desires were never about hurting her the way you have! I never wanted...I never would..." Killian shakes again. "Things may have gotten twisted inside, but I FELT you too. You wanted from her, wanted to possess her in ways I can't even comprehend long before you...you..." Again that shaking. "Lust was in you, long before I awakened you to a new side of it."

"But awakened in me, you did! And once that forbidden lust was tasted, it can NEVER be forgot."

The darkness feels Killian sagging inside, the man metaphysically dropping to his knees. The darkness gives a wicked laugh, ready to shove Killian down the rest of the way. "I may have wanted to possess her, but you were the one who wanted to fuck her."

The darkness expects Killian Jones to be defeated, and for a very real second he is just that. "You're...." His head lifts up, eyes now blazing with a determined light. "That may be true, but it's all gone twisted for you as well. She's all you really think about, all you want now. You may have control of me, but my very real feelings have made you WEAK." He musters the strength to smile, the smirk a strange distortion of the one the darkness is so often wearing.

It's not the smirk that grates on the darkness' nerves so much as the words expressed, the darkness snarling in protest. But it can't escape the fear that the pirate is right, that the man and the woman have changed it, made it weak in a way it was never meant to be. And it does feel weak, by it's lust and by it's failure to kill Emma Swan. By the failure and by the traitorous relief that stirs through it still, the darkness secretly glad that she lives on, all warmth and light, and desire made real.

The darkness digs it's nails into the side of it's face, the pirate's silver hook to his temple. Dragging both over his skin, blood pouring out of the tears, then healing, the darkness can no more dig out the weakness than it can the pirate, and it's frustration drives it's fist into a wall. Bones crack and break, and the pirate feels that too, the darkness giving him all of the pain but none of the healing magic that already works to fix the damage done. He strikes the wall again and again, and the building begins to teeter and moan, and still the darkness continues it's pummeling assault.

Killian Jones cries out in pain, but that sound is not enough to satisfy the darkness. It wants him gone, wants an end to Killian and the weakness he helped bring. It keeps on attacking the wall, the building starting it's violent collapse, and then the dark one is pivoting on it's heel, calling the shadows to it. They wrap around it's body, sealing him into their black embrace. Killian is still screaming when the shadows roughly deposit them elsewhere, a sharp inhale of breath heard repeated again and again. It's a room full of people the darkness finds himself in, the shock and the horror mirrored in almost all of their faces. All but one, the woman who sits in lazy indulgence on an ebony throne. Her sharp gaze trails over the Darkness from head to toe, taking in the dust and the dirt, the blood and the nudity, and then she tsks.

"If you are going to appear before a Queen..." The woman begins, and her voice is colored with annoyance. "Then at least remember to make yourself presentable first."

The darkness doesn't dignify that with a retort, already lunging faster than the wind to the woman on the throne. To the dagger that lays a top one ebony arm rest. She quickly snatches it up, her voice ringing out a command that drops the darkness to it's knees.

"CORA!" It screams, glaring at her, glaring at the dagger.

"I will not have you look at me like that!" Cora snaps back. She hasn't done more than sit up straighter in her seat, her eyes blazing with just as much anger and malevolence as the Darkness is capable of. It's resentment worsens, the anger burning hotter as the dagger's magic takes hold of it, and forces it's snarl into a neutral expression. It's a twisted grimace the darkness wears, fighting against the magic, against the pretty smile the queen would have it wear.

"Why are you even here?" Cora finally asks, one hand patting at her hair, the other still gripping the dagger. "I thought you'd be busy with your little..treat."

The darkness feels Killian Jones bristle at that, and then Cora is slapping magic across their cheek. "I asked you a question!" She snaps.

"The dagger." It grits out, and Cora actually rolls her eyes in annoyance.

"Didn't we already go over this a dozen times before?" She asks. "I let you keep Miss Swan, and all you have to do, is every little thing I desire, when I desire. That includes forgetting about the dagger."

"I NEED it."

"The dagger is of no use to the likes of you. I , on the other hand..." A self satisfied smirk. "But if you're bored of Miss Swan already..."

Somehow it keeps from rising to the bait, not willing to betray to this woman just how dependant it's lust has made it. Cold eyes study him,

"You look like hell warmed over." She finally says. "It offends me. YOU offend me." She says, and makes a dismissive gesture with her hand. "Leave now. Before I decide to get creative."

That gets to the darkness like nothing else she has said and done, it's voice almost cracking with desperation. "Wait!"

"I don't have the patience for your nonsense." retorts Cora, and then another gets brave enough to speak.

"Mother...ah...perhaps we SHOULD hear it out." Both Cora and the darkness turn their heads to stare at one Regina Mills. She blanches at the look they give her, but stands her ground. "It must surely be important."

"Important?" Cora scoffs. "Do you honestly believe that? Or is it your conscience rearing up once more, hoping to spare Miss Swan even just a few minutes of time away from the Dark One?"

"O...Of course not!" protested Regina. "That woman and her plight is the furthest thing from my mind. I couldn't care less what that creature does to her."

"Hmm...." Cora still eyes her daughter with suspicion but ultimately humors her. "Oh very well." She says with a sigh. "Dark One, to what purpose do you need the dagger for THIS time?"

It's eyes immediately seek out the dagger, and Cora sighs anew. "Forget it..." She starts to say, and then the Darkness roars out it's answer.

"I need that dagger to put an end to one Killian Jones." It feels the startled reaction of Cora's court, sees the wide eyed look Regina Mills gives. Most of all it hears Killian's protesting shout, the darkness erupting into wicked peals of wild laughter.

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To Be Continued....

This went from being a chapter that was hard to write, to one that didn't want to end. Though when I was having trouble with the Darkness Killian scene, I was starting to doubt I'd get to Cora and her court in this chapter. So I am happy I got them there.

Also had some false starts with the chapter. My original attempts was Hook's POV, but then when they left the room, it just didn't match up to how the darkness was at the end of chapter 12. It was being too calm and causal talking to him. I wanted him wild and infuriated, insane and running into walls and what not.

I also want to thank my friend Zerousy, for letting me ramble and whine over this fic. I'm still stumped when it comes to how to do the comfort aspect for Killian and Emma...but chatting with her is getting me closer to hopefully figure out that element.

There's probably going to be a chapter at some point with the Blue Fairy's thoughts. Also may be another character to get some POV airtime, but I'll leave that character to be a surprise. XD

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