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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
- 14
- 15
He doesn't know how long it has truly been. Doesn't know if it's only been a few minutes, or if it has been several long hours since the darkness had been made to leave at Cora's command. It's not just Killian Jones' own sense of time that has gone out of whack, but that of the town, of Storybrooke, and that of the sky above it. There's not even a sliver of moon to be seen, the twinkling stars that should have carpeted the night sky swallowed up by the dark.

The pitch black sky devoid of all light makes Killian feel truly lost. It's almost worse than the prison, that black abyss the darkness has repeatedly tried to drown him in. Almost worse because it's not just Killian who has been cast into eternal night, but that of every single person in this town, both the good and the bad, and those that existed in the between. It's a knowledge that adds to the man's guilt, Killian feeling the burden of every man, woman, and child weighing him down for what he has helped cost them.

It's not just the sky, that endless night that Killian Jones has played a part in helping to usher in. It's the feeling that permeates through the town, the fear and the evil, the good in hiding, and the rest preying on them and on each other. With hearing that has been enhanced by the Dark One, distant sounds ring sharply in his ears. Wicked laughter, and sexual moans, then screams and glass breaking, and the crackle of a fire that is the only source of light in these streets.

The darkness allows the flames to burn on, the light the fire brings to this otherwise dark world tolerable for the very destructive nature of it. It eats back some of the dark, but scorches to a crisp the buildings and the people in it's path. Such wanton destruction the likes of which the darkness would normally revel in and encourage, and instead it's out here SULKING.

It is almost laughable, the idea of a creature such as the darkness, pouting like a petulant child who has been told no. And yet that is exactly what it is doing, seething not just with anger, but with a deep seated resentment that is focused on Cora, and on the man within. The darkness HATES that Cora had been so quick to buy into Killian's manipulation and lies, but more than that, the dark hates that the pirate still exists at all.

Killian can feel the hatred the darkness has for him, that and the resentment too. There's an undercurrent of something else mixed in with that abiding loathing, but Killian can't grasp onto it long enough to figure out what it is. The man would be shocked if he knew, that that elusive feeling is something existing between worry and a fear that is not entirely irrational. But the darkness remembers. It remembers Rumplestiltskin and how that particular host had once learned to not only contain the dark, but to suppress the worst of it.

It remembers metaphysical chains wrapped around it, forged by a steel strength of will and a desperate determination, Rumplestiltskin had been the first of the dark's long line of hosts to ever subdue it. For more decades than the darkness cares to acknowledge, it had been lost, trapped in a prison of Rumplestiltskin's own devising, with very little of the real world reaching in to where the darkness had been.

It's corrupting influence had been contained but NOT destroyed. Rumplestiltskin hadn't been strong enough for that. Nothing was, the darkness was sure of that. And yet it felt fear for what might be the first time in it's long and eternal existence. The fear was a bitter taste on the vessel's stolen tongue, and once again the darkness scowled with Killian's lips. It's anger mounted, it's impotent fury balked by the fact that Killian Jones was still there and still out of reach of the physical pounding that the Dark One wanted to give him.

Seething with the physical need for violence, the Dark One prowled the seemingly empty streets. The feelings inside it were pure chaos and turmoil, things the dark normally reveled in causing in others. Now it seemed to only leave the dark distracted, for what other reason could there be for Killian to still be conscious? The pirate couldn't fathom a single one, and knew this time as something that should be savored, tainted though it was.

Inside his own body, Killian Jones let out a sigh. But he didn't speak to the darkness, and neither did the man laugh. He simply waited, working to not only save his strength, but build upon it. Killian did not do this for himself, but for Emma, knowing he had to be ready, had to make it count when he went to stand between her and the dark. Not knowing if he could truly make any difference for her, his every effort would still be made. If only to stave off the worst of both the darkness' anger and it's never ending lust.

That lust Killian had only had brief fleeting tastes of, and each and every time it had left him sickened. He didn't even want to think on Emma, on the time she has had to endure, but he remembers the state she had been in, and the bruises he had briefly glimpsed on the inside of her thighs. Most of all Killian remembers the look on her face, the despairing acceptance of a death that hadn't come. In that moment it hadn't been Emma who had flinched, but the darkness, the foul creature unable to put an end to that which it lust for so badly.

If it had though? Well that was the point that Killian would have truly stopped fighting. He would have gladly let the darkness destroy him, existence no longer having any meaning left to it, when Emma Swan was no longer a part of it. He had no right to cling to her, no right to use Emma as his hope, and his meaning to life. But protecting her---no SAVING her was all he had left, the only reason to keep on defying the darkness, Without Emma, Killian Jones truly was nothing, truly nothing at all.

It truly was an ironic twist of fate. The darkness wanted Killian Jones gone, but wanted Emma Swan MORE. Killian was baffled by just how strong that want was, the darkness desiring Emma so badly, that it surpassed any of the amorous feelings that had sparked and that Killian had fought against. That desire the darkness had, it only seemed to grow more out of control and dangerous by the day, the monster almost insane with it's need for one Emma Swan.

Killian couldn't understand it entirely. Couldn't understand nor fathom just what else the darkness could want to take from Emma. This kind of soul deep possession was beyond the reckoning of a sane man, Killian Jones' brain not hard wired to want to own and control anyone this badly or to such an extent. It left him at a loss, and more than once did Killian feel the despair bubble up in him. But he couldn't give in to it. Couldn't allow that despair to give the darkness a foothold to suppress the pirate.

Time stretched onwards, Killian Jones still left disoriented on just how much was really passing him by. The streets that had been empty, now held footsteps, a woman's high heeled feet clicking on the broken pavement.

"Hey handsome." She called out, drawing near. The darkness and Killian Jones both went still, hearing her breathy entreaty. "Care for a little fun?"

An outside observer, saw the body turn, saw the woman take in the sight of the darkness. She got a look into the ebony that gleamed malevolent in Killian Jones' eyes, and it was only then that the woman realized just WHAT she had approached. Killian and the darkness both looked at her, at the tight fitting dress, with the indecently short hemline. But more than that, Killian saw her through the darkness' eyes. His vision narrowed, the darkness seeing past the woman into her soul. There was a dull flicker in her that was almost swallowed up by all the corrupting black staining her.

That corruption SHOULD have left her safe, the darkness having orders to hunt down only those good of soul. But the dark was short on patience and mood, reaching out to grab the woman by her throat. She gurgled and gagged, legs swinging, trying to kick her assailant, but it was already too late, the darkness quickly crushing her throat. The faint flicker of her soul died completely with her murder, and the darkness was left to stare down at the body.

"Yes." It finally broke it's silence, it's voice sounding too loud amidst the quiet of this particular street. "It is time I do have some fun."

Killian felt the evil smile twist his body's lips, felt the terror blow through him as the darkness locked eyes with him. It was a surreal experience, and one Killian didn't want repeated.

"What are you going to do?!" Killian couldn't help but ask. A deep, gravelly laughter that was his voice distorted, rumbled out as an answer, and then the darkness was taking off. But it was not to the Jolly Roger that they went, the darkness instead doing a leisurely walk through town. Chaos erupted in it's wake, the villains and the people who existed in shades of gray, affected by it's nearness, by the concentrated magic that seduced and corrupted, and spread it's influence.

Killian heard what those affected people did, what they wanted, and who they tried to rouse out. They turned on each other as they searched for the good people who were the enemy of both the Queen of Hearts and that of the darkness. Quite a few people died for the darkness' amusement that night, torn apart by the more vicious of the criminal element that stalked Storybrooke's streets. It didn't seem to matter that the very people they fought and killed, had once been allies of a sort. They had all turned ugly with the dark's desire, with the suspicion it infected them with, with the greed it seduced them with.

The town on fire with it, the darkness practically purred in delight. The devastation and destruction might have continued for hours more, if not for the sound that broke through the screaming. A woman's very sexual moan, the darkness pivoting in place. Past the many rioting in the streets, the darkness found the source of that sound. She was beautiful, with chestnut brown colored curls, and pale skin. That skin was on display, her blue skirt hiked up high, a man Killian Jones did not recognize on his knees, licking between the woman's legs.

It took a second more for Killian to come to the startled realization that he KNEW that woman. Sort of. He knew who she had been, though he had never had the fortune of acquainting himself with who she was now.

Fortune was favoring the woman in more ways than one, and not just because the Sheriff of Nottingham currently had his face buried between her thighs. The sounds she was making, the way that she squirmed? The darkness could see nothing but that of the woman's enjoyment, and the fact that she wasn't putting up a fight at all. It certainly couldn't see past the arousal such a sight was filling it with, not even to notice the odd state of existence the woman's soul found itself in.

But Killian did. He saw Lacey's soul, saw how it struggled, how it fought against the gray the woman would have it be, to be the true white it was instead meant to be. He supposed it was some remnant of the woman she had once been, Killain knowing that as Belle, the woman had once been a very good person.

He wasn't sure what any of this could mean, or if it was even important. Nor was Killian left to mull on it long. The darkness wasn't content to just watch, and already shadowy tendrils were curling around it, the magic gathering, and then Killian realized what it meant to do. He tried to scream out a warning, but the darkness fisted closed his throat so that no sound could escape it. On silent wings, did the magic bring them, the darkness and Killian being spit out into the captain's cabin aboard the Jolly Roger. It was dark even here, and yet when the darkness turned, for one second Killian was nearly blinded by the light.

He still saw stars even after the light had dimmed somewhat, Killian blinking rapidly as the darkness strode forward. It reached out a hand towards the light, caught at shining gold curls, and then Killian was looking into the startled green of Emma Swan's eyes.

She had been resting, Killian could see that now, Emma curled up on a cushioned mahogany chair that he had once favored, and wearing one of his tattered old shirts. Killian felt a fleeting sense of relief to see that Emma wasn't far gone enough to simply wait naked for the darkness to return. She had even run a brush through her hair, trying to straighten out the tangled mess the dark had made of it.

Killian saw other things. Saw the ring of bruises around her throat. Saw the fresher marks on the inside of her thighs. And most of all he saw the way she began to visibly tremble, her hands already coming up to bat at the darkness that loomed over her.

Her light gleaming a golden color that surpassed anything that Belle's soul had tried to be, Emma made a sound low in her throat as protest. Killian felt the way the darkness dug it's nails in her scalp in response, saw the tip of his silver hook be put to the top most opening of the shirt that Emma was wearing. She seemed to stop breathing, the shirt slowly tearing open, the dark purposeful as it teased and tormented them both with the halting progression of it's hook.

Plop plop plop went each button clattering to the floor. The sound galvanized Emma into action, the woman starting to shift in the chair, actually fighting, when she let out a sharp cry of pain. Killian opened his mouth to scream in turn, that sound of Emma's leaving HIM beyond furious and wanting to hurt the darkness again and again. But there was no tangible opponent to hit, Killian just as thwarted as the dark when it came to vanquishing this particular enemy.

He still screamed though. Still snarled and shouted at the darkness to stop. That it did came as a surprise, Killian blinking rapidly, not daring to hope that he had had anything to do with the monster's sudden stillness. And he hadn't, the darkness staring down at Emma. A frustrated look marred it's expression, the creature slowly letting go of Emma's hair.

Her look one of the utmost in wary, Emma Swan held herself still as best she was able to. The darkness was still in close proximity to her, but even if it had been across the room, she would have still been scared. The Dark One was terrifying enough on it's own without the new look in it's eyes, the black that had swallowed up all of Killian's blue somehow coming off with an irritated gleam to it.

Fearing the darkness was about to erupt into a new kind of violence, Emma braced herself with a gasp. The monster bent over her, placed both hook and hand on either of the mahogany chair's arm rests, and leaned in close. She watched it's eyes flutter close, the Dark One breathing in deeply of her scent. It was so close to her, that Emma could feel it's cold breath on her skin, chilling her from the outside in. Her nipples stiffened, not from any arousal, but from the fear and the cold she was experiencing, the torn shirt open as a silk frame around her body.

Lips cold from the brisk night air, the dark placed it's mouth on Emma's skin. She felt it crawl in response, the unpleasant sensation making Emma shift with the slightest of repulsed cries. A rumble of a growl emerged from the dark's throat, and then the curve of Killian's hook was fitted around Emma's bruises bearing throat.

Made to hold still by that cold metal, the darkness began caressing it's hand over the front of Emma Swan's body. The palm of it landed on the flat of Emma's belly, caressing slow circles meant to be soothing into her skin. Killian saw how Emma narrowed her eyes in hate, her shaking becoming worse, the breath hissing out of her with a no. To that the darkness quirked one eyebrow in question, it's hand starting to stroke it's way up between Emma's breasts. The woman allowed this much without a fight, pure misery on her face, as the darkness bent to nuzzle it's lips against one cupped breast.

Emma felt the unpleasant graze of both it's beard hairs and it's teeth, felt her stomach cramp in response. And then she lashed out, screaming out a louder, more forceful no, at the feel of the dark's eager mouth, cold lips wrapping around one fear stiffened nipple. The dark persisted, enduring the blows to the head and the feet that kicked into it's stomach, it's lips pursed and pulling. It's cheeks hollowed out with it's forceful sucking, Emma screaming wildly in a sound that was pure pain. Killian Jones screamed with her, actually slammed his fists up against a wall of dark, as he tried to fight forward for control.

The darkness continued with it's suckling ministrations, rough fingers trying to find their way between a struggling Emma Swan's thighs. The screaming continued, Emma protesting, fighting, and suddenly the dark screamed too, pure frustration in that sound. Killian heard a harsh panting, realizing it was the Dark One fighting both it's temper AND it's desire. The hook was still curved around Emma's throat, the dark looking at the woman who was breathing just as heavily.

Lust stirred in it, so strongly that even Killian felt a flicker of it. The dark looked at Emma, at her heaving exposed breasts, at the wet ring it's mouth had left around her nipple's skin. It warred with the frustration it was feeling, no one but the dark understanding why it was hesitating now.

Emma flinched when the dark raised it's hand to her face. She expected to be slapped, instead the darkness was almost gentle, as it tenderly cupped her cheek. She stared wide eyed at it, felt the tip of it's thumb touch her trembling bottom lip. That rough finger stroked the soft skin of her mouth, actually traced the grimace that shaped her lips. And then it did the most startling thing of all, it's forehead being touched to hers. Emma stared into it's soul blackened eyes, felt it's mouth almost uncertain as it touched against hers.

Frozen and in shock, Emma could only sit there, as the darkness tried to kiss her. Soft, gentle brushes that grew bolder, the darkness trying to coax out a more favorable response. A response it remembered, a response it actively longed for. It was in fact trying to get Emma to act much like the way she had that first time when the savior had been the one who had sought to seduce the dark.

Emma didn't once try to kiss it back. Didn't once do anything more than push her hands against it's chest. Killian could hear a protesting whine out of her, the no sometimes vocalized as Emma tried to shift away. Suddenly the darkness growled, it's fingers hauling cruelly on her hair. Emma's mouth opened with her cry, the dark plunging it's tongue inside, all hot demand and harsh desire.

A screaming was then heard, one that had started with Emma, that had caught on with the darkness, and ultimately ended with Killian Jones. The pirate took a step back, and so did his body, the scream continuing, Killian falling over backwards to the floor. Shadows seemed to be all around him, thick choking tentacles of smoke wrapping around him, restraining his arms and his legs. He struggled but was ineffective against the dark, the body contorting on the floor. His last sight was of Emma, the woman looking torn between her fright and her confusion, calling out Killian's pirate name before he was plummeting into a world of pure pain and never ending dark.

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To Be Continued Of Course!

Whoo! I am happy I got another chapter finished. I wrote most of it last night, but then it kinda derailed when I got them back on the ship with Emma. My darkness is such a pervy monster that it tried for smut when I hadn't intended to have anything really smutty happen. But I like the end result.

I have to thank my friend Zerousy for always listening to me ramble about my ideas. I have almost three chapters in size worth of notes for this particular fic, and a huge chunk comes from my conversations with her. But also, she may have plot bunnied me for something the darkness does in the next chapter. I didn't spoil her with specific details for that particular thing, but it does help me with something that happens in a future chapter too. So yes, my note file expanded again! XD

I may even try to start 16 today after I have proofread, spell checked, and posted this chapter. I'm crossing fingers for luck in that regards....I know what I want to do, it's just figuring out how to write it out that is the problem. X_X

Laters!

----Michelle
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