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Beyond Here Lies Darkness	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 3724 -:- 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
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The darkness ate away at everything, stripping the colors and the joy from the land. Twisting the landscape into a cold, bleak world of grays and browns. The lights from the houses it passed were blown out, glass a constant shower as street lamps imploded. The people caught out on the streets ran, their instincts awakened by a self preservation that was ancient. A self preservation that remembered the darkness, and what it had once been capable of.

The darkness is ancient, a being brought into life when the very first man had felt his first flicker of fear. The darkness is everything, every wild and twisted impulse, every frightened thought and malicious desire. The darkness is greed, is anger, is hate, is lust, is motive and revenge and every other wicked impulse that man has ever had and made a million times worse because the Dark One has been around just short of forever.

The darkness is man's evil incarnate, a sleek, finely honed predator that lurks in the night. And this is the night, after three hundred years of confinement have passed, that the darkness has been set free. With a deep gnawing hunger for life, the darkness finds it is ravenous. Wanting to consume all in it's path, the darkness is relentless, it's evil held back only because it is distracted. By the light, ever gleaming, ever beckoning, calling to the darkness with it's wholly unique and untainted purity.

The darkness stalks the light, runs after it so hard it swears it feels it's vessel panting for air. The darkness doesn't slow, feeling a desperation it is not at all used to, and doesn't at all like. A desperation that tells it that to slow now would result in it's losing the light for forever. And that is something the darkness doesn't want, is something it actually finds intolerable the thought of. And so it runs, knowing that the bright, elusive light can only avoid the darkness for so long. Watching as it grows from a glittering speck in the distance, to something larger, fist sized, and then even bigger until the darkness is upon it, reaching for it.

For one all too brief second, they touch. The Dark One actually gasps, finding the light is everything the darkness is not. Warm and soft to the touch, the light is brilliant and shining and the darkness wants to wrap around it, pull it close and never let it go. It wants to cover the light, take that warmth for it's own. It wants to hide the light from prying eyes, lock it in shadows where only the darkness may see. It wants to extinguish it from the world, bury it deep in the night, where not even whispers can reach.

And then the light is burning brighter, almost blinding in it's brilliance. Pain spikes in the vessel, something sharp slashing open the man's chest. The darkness is stunned, feels not one, but two swords, each stabbing into a different part of the vessel. The darkness screams, lashes out with it's arms. The light is sent away flying, and the darkness follows once more. It is waiting as the light hits the ground, hand reaching for it, ignoring the arrows that slam into it's back.

The pain is nothing to the darkness, should be nothing more than a nuisance to the vessel it inhabits. But deep inside, the pain reaches to the corner where Killian Jones lays, battered by and tossed aside by the darkness. So weak at first, the darkness doesn't take note of Killian Jones raising his head. Doesn't care to investigate the new found tension within the vessel. It ignores the warning signs, stays focused on the light, and this time it is no gentle touch that is shared.

The light lashes out, twisting and turning in the darkness' grasp. Fighting every step of the way, trying to halt the darkness' progression, and trying to get away. The first real irritation flares at the light's open defiance, the darkness becoming violent. Slapping back, then grabbing at the light, closing fingers around a slender neck, it pulls the light closer. Actually growls into the face of it.

The light continues it's struggles, nails digging into the darkness' arm. Immediate is the retaliation, the darkness squeezing. It hears a sound, a voice choking on it's own breath, and the light starts to flicker in an alarming way. Almost as if it will go out, as if the light will just give up and die.

Not understanding, the darkness shakes the light. The light flickers again, then goes dim. The darkness sees what it hadn't before, sees the woman who is the source of that beautiful light. It sees the savior, Storybrooke's very own hero, but most of all it sees the woman Killian Jones has come to admire.

The darkness is confused, feels a horror that is not it's own, bubbling up inside it. Killian Jones is rising up from within, attempting to retake the vessel, to gain control over it and the darkness. For one uncertain moment, the darkness doesn't fight, just stand back and lets the pirate have his way.

The hand around the woman's neck starts to relax, and her reaction is immediate. A great gasping breath is taken, her eyes snapping open. The darkness sees her bright green eyes, sees in them the fierce will and strong determination, a moment before her inner light is restored.

Killian Jones looks right into the brilliance, and sees not the light, but the woman. The darkness sees what Killian Jones sees, the soft skin, the sensual features, the long, golden hair that is a fitting match to the light that shines from within her. The woman is beautiful both outside and in, appealing to both the darkness and the pirate but fit for neither one. But where the darkness is selfish, the pirate tries in this one instant to be something more.

Speaking in a voice that cracks as though from a great deal of disuse, Killian Jones urges the light to run. The darkness inside him recoils, lashes out with a snarl. The vessel's body bends, seeming as though the darkness will claw it's way out of it's very skin, the pain it inflicts immense and not stopping the man from his worry.

"For God's sake Emma, run!"

The woman that is both the light and yet wholly human, takes an uncertain step back. And then another, and another, putting distance between them, but not actually running. The darkness feels Killian Jones' frustration at the woman's defiance. The stark fear, and the open anger, and the darkness feeds off of both, is empowered by the negative energy Killian Jones' emotions give off.

Killian Jones doesn't realize his mistake in time, the darkness surging forward effortlessly. Knocking him aside, actually taking control of the vessel, and grabbing for the woman. It hisses in her face, watches that inner light of hers flicker under it's choking grip. It's fascinated by the power it has over her, by the control it has over the light. Flaring bright one moment, then flickering dimly, the darkness knows it could extinguish the light completely. And all it would take is one crushing squeeze of it's hand.

The darkness hesitates, playing with the light. Staring at the woman, at the struggle in her eyes. A fire burns there, determined but weakening as the darkness cuts off her air. The darkness is fascinated anew, not knowing many if any humans that could look their death in the face, and not feel anything but fear.

Intrigued, it presses against her. Actually brings it's lips to growl against hers. "You should have run." And it's both the Dark One and Killian who speak as one, the man struggling, trying to climb his way out of the darkness around him.

The flickering light suddenly flares bright with the woman's defiance. "Go to hell!" She spits against his mouth, and pain hits the vessel right between it's thighs.

More bemused than anything, the darkness allows Killian Jones to feel the pain that the light has inflicted. He screams inside the vessel, and the darkness laughs. It is an awful sound, like bone crunching under tires. Even the light can't not be affected by such a sound, the woman shivering in the darkness' grasp. A grasp that tightens once more, the darkness reveling in the power it has over the light.

A life and death decision plays out, the woman reaching out with a hand to ward off the coming darkness. That unexpected touch against the vessel's skin, makes the darkness hiss in surprise. It feels her warmth, feels the goodness inside her, that untapped power that could one day be brilliant enough to destroy even the dark. So much potential and it's not enough, the darkness knowing how easy it would be to put an end to the threat the light might one day become.

Killian Jones has felt the woman's touch also, and his is a wholly different reaction than that of the darkness. Instead of noting the power and potential the woman has inside her, Killian Jones reacts in a more primal way. Longing fills him, and it's not all to do with the desire that she get away. Killian Jones WANTS this woman, wants her hands on him. The darkness takes note of this, for it too understands wants and desires, even if it's all twisted inside.

And it is twisted, Killian Jones wanting her but also afraid. For her and of her, for the desires she rouses, for the feeling of hope that she gives him. The private thoughts of Killian Jones are an open book for the darkness to read, it turns the pages, and finds the secret hopes and fears of the pirate. Killian Jones thinks this woman could be the one to heal him, make him forget his hurt and his pain, and that leaves him terrified.

Fighting against everything that the woman makes him feel, especially now that the darkness stands between them, Killian Jones can't stop his interest from showing as the woman's hand continues to push at his chest. The darkness feeding off of Killian Jones, feels it too, actually pulls it to the forefront of it's expression. The woman notices, and thinks it's the man she's dealing with, and not the Dark One.

A crafty, calculating gleam births in her eyes, the woman no longer fighting so hard to get away. The pressure of her hand changes, becomes something different. Soft and caressing, instead of that hard, unyielding pressure of violence, the woman is touching the darkness. Stroking fingers down it's body, leaving trails of warmth that light a rising heat from within. The breath the darkness lets out, is a sharp hiss of sound, the creature confused but wanting more. Staring at the woman, seeing the shaky breath she takes, a moment before she smiles.

Stunned, the darkness can only stand there, as she places both hands on it's body. The vessel actually trembles, it's skin quivering in reaction to the caressing motion of the woman's hands. The darkness no stranger to violent lust, finds itself shaking with it, with urges that are both it's own and that of Killian Jones.

Tensing with the need to act on those urges, the darkness is nearly brought to it's knees at the touch of the woman's hand on it's cock. Already lusting so strongly, it nearly explodes from the feel, from the exquisite pressure of the woman's soft hand squeezing around it. The darkness so close to being undone, doesn't resist when Killian Jones steps forward to take control from it. Can only mewl in soft pleasure, as mouths clash together, lips hungry and devouring, smothering gasps, and leaving all three panting.

The woman, with the light shining in her eyes, breathes out an invitation. Bites down on the vessel's bottom lip. Killian Jones shudders in reaction, a name being offered up to the air. "Emma..."

The darkness takes note, whispers the name to itself. Coiling around even that, it acts where the vessel would hesitate, seizing the woman, and her invitation, letting the shadows consume them. Swallowed up in darkness, the three finds themselves spit out elsewhere in Storybrooke, a room stolen from Killian Jones' memory, a place that is both private and safe. Perfect for the darkness, for what it wants to do, for what it was offered, for what it intends to take. It presses the woman Emma against the nearest hard surface, actually traps her with it's body. The darkness lets her feel every hard inch of it's body, makes her aware of the strength and the power that lay tense under it's stretched skin. Most of all the darkness makes her nervous, the woman Emma noticeably swallowing back an involuntary gasp.

It stares at her with the face of Killian Jones, it's attention unwavering. Seeing the wide eyed look she gives him, the way Emma bites at her bottom lip. It can tell she's not entirely sure, that the woman doesn't know if it's the man or the monster she is dealing with. The darkness licks it's lips, and notices the way her bright colored gaze dips down to follow that brief movement. It is too much, the darkness seizing a handful of her hair. That tight fisting grip is one of control, and the darkness uses it to hold her steady.

The kiss is all tongue and heat, the urgent bruising pressure of a mouth that is hungry, starving for this contact. The darkness consumes, swallows up the mewling sounds the woman is making, forgets that she is still human and needs a chance to breathe. It feels her desperate struggles, feels her squirm her soft pleasing body against it's own. Most of all it notes her hands, the way they try to push back the immoveable force that is the darkness intent on it's prize.

Emma sways, actually sags against the grip it has on her hair. Just this once, the darkness relents, allowing her the illusion that she has pushed back the Dark One. The woman's chest heaves with her panting breaths, and she leans against the hard surface of what might be a desk. Her eyes remain on the darkness, the smallest of smiles offered up to appease it.

"Easy there pirate." Emma says in breathless entreaty. "Got to give a girl room to breathe." Her hand on the vessel's chest, plays fingers against it's skin, finds and tweaks a nipple and it is as though she is still holding a squeezing grip on the darkness' cock. The darkness trembles as it's desire grow even stronger, the lightest touches of this woman sending the fiercest pangs of want coursing through it. Suddenly it feels as if the darkness is the one that can't breathe, staggered back by the light, by the maddening way it's bearer toys with him. The darkness uncertain for the first time in it's ancient and storied existence, falters, and it is Killian Jones who now benefits from Emma's touch.

"Emma..." KIllian Jones is struggling with himself, trying to do the right thing. The pirate knows he should push Emma away, force her to listen to him this time, and make her run. But she feels so good next to him, with her body fitted against his. The pirate lies to himself that it will only be for a second, that there is no harm in delaying just a little bit more. Killian Jones tells himself it will be okay, that SHE WIll be okay, all the while knowing it's a lie, that he's blinding himself to the danger, and then Emma is KISSING him. And it feels too good to stop.

The darkness holds back, watching from the shadows. It's not exactly hiding, but a part of it is afraid. Confused by the light, by the woman, by the intensity of it's desires, it doesn't want or need Killian Jones' own complex feelings distorting things further. But a line is blurring, both man and darkness wanting to posses the woman in ways that are both different from each other yet exactly the same.

The woman isn't helping things, a fierce being of passions and need. Burning with a bright intensity that even Killian Jones can see. The darkness in it's corner, feels the man's rising hunger, feels how he lets it distract him from what needs to be done. The darkness keeps quiet, holds absolutely still, not wanting to remind the vessel of it's lurking presence.

It works, the man losing himself to the moment, freeing his inhibitions with a growl. With strength he doesn't notice is inhuman, he splits the woman's red leather jacket in two, the ruined halves being shucked off her body. Her shirt follows the jacket, her tanned skin gleaming golden against the black contrast of her lace bra.

The darkness' mouth waters, the pirate caressing over all that smooth expanse of skin. Making the woman lean back, a sweet sigh escaping her, as Killian Jones worships at her flesh. At the way work rough fingers caress over her abdomen, the way her belly quivers in response to his hand drawing circles into her skin. Another sweet sound escapes her, Killian Jones pressing an open mouth kiss on one of Emma's bare shoulders. Her arms raise, her fingers sinking into the pirate's hair, and the darkness wants to purr like a cat being stroked.

One taste of her skin, and the pirate can't control himself. He's kissing and licking, nibbling a path from shoulder to collar. Marring that golden skin's perfection with imprints of his teeth, Killian Jones laves affection on the woman, nipping at her throat, while his hand cups her right breast and gives it a small squeeze.

A moan is issued out of Emma, her head falling back, her throat offered up to Killian Jones' lips. She continues fingering his hair, actually stroking encouragement to him, and her fingers go into a frenzy when his thumb presses down on her breast's stiffening nipple. That tiny pebbled flesh, seems instrumental in stoking the fire within her, Emma crying out at the pirate's determined caress. His thumb moves in circles, presses down then releases it, only to the repeat the circular caress.

Emma is actually whining in need by the time Killian Jones kisses down to her breasts. Actively trying to push herself against his lips. Gasping, then crying out, the bra lost to the man's hook, as his mouth greedily covers the nipple that he has been teasing. Killian Jones and the darkness moan together, the Dark One inching closer to the light. Tasting Emma with it's own superior senses, learning her reactions, responding to the sweet sound of her voice.

A wild thing as both the darkness and the pirate are discovering, Emma is aloft with pleasure, squirming in place long before she's ever even touched between her legs. With the vessel's mouth against her throat, the rest of Emma's clothing is shucked away. She positively sings as it's fingers stroke and caress her, spreading the wetness that continues to gather around her, slipping inside her and making her bounce back against the vessel's hand.

Emma clings to the darkness, to it and the pirate, and in this moment she doesn't care whose hand she is grinding against. She merely feels, giving in to the experience, wriggling her hips and bucking back, trying to take the fingers in deeper. Her own fingers digs into the vessel's shoulders, the darkness intent on her expression, on the raw sexuality she exudes. Watching as her mouth forms a perfect o, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pulse pounding pleasure hits, the darkness can wait no more.

Swallowing up her cries with it's mouth, it's clothing nothing more than an impediment it's magic destroys, the darkness surges forward. Thrusts it's throbbing cock into the woman, hearing her sharp cry as Emma's aroused flesh welcomes the penetration. The darkness sinks into her heat, feels the wet flesh coil around it, and it feels happy.

And then the urgency hits, the darkness needing to move. To push more of it inside her, shifting it's hips forward, making Emma squeal. Her legs lift, and her ankles cross behind it, Emma clawing at it's back. This pain the darkness understands, responds to with a mighty heave of it's hips. The woman rocks back, actually bumps into the desk behind her, and the darkness continues. Bending them both over the desk, noting how Emma refuses to relinquish her arms' grip, the darkness moves, generating sweet, satisfying friction inside her.

In this moment, it is not just Emma Swan and Killian Jones, not merely a man and a woman, who have joined together. It is the darkness and the light, two being who couldn't be more different, who shouldn't be wrapped together. The light is too pure, the darkness too greedy. One will consume the other, the darkness too quick to hurt and destroy. Especially a fleeting existence like the light, it's brilliance easily snuffed out in the blink of an eye.

The darkness doesn't care, too selfish, too grasping. It has touched the light that is Emma Swan, and it wants more. And sees no reason why it can't have it, her everything and her all.

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To Be Continued....

OMG, you guys! I seriously didn't expect to have chapter two written this fast. But then you all starting reviewing, and several of you used the magic word. INTENSE!! *flails in excitement* I was feeling really depressed, I could literally feel my mood dropping last night. I was so distressed that I had failed with the chapter. I had feared I was sacrificing the feeling of it, to set up the situation and establish Hook and the darkness as two separate personalities, beings. I wanted the chapter to feel intense, and I so feared it wasn't. And then that word kept coming up in the reviews, and it just made my day!

So your reward is this chapter sooner than ever anticipated! *parties* It was a weird experience to write....like easier than the first chapter, but still hard at the same time.

This chapter, events go down almost the same, (To the light grasping darkness fic) but not quite. I wanted Hook and Emma to have a moment, but it didn't work out. Not with the darkness so present. *hangs head.*

So yeah....easier to write, but not without a whole different bag of difficulties. I want next chapter to be a Emma POV...and it will veer off from how the events played out in the other fic. I don't want to spoil, but um....that's when things are set to start getting darker....

And yes there will be Hook POVs too....maybe for fourth chapter, maybe not. Depends on how much of the events I can get into three...right now debating where exactly to start it, to set the scene.....

One Tree Fan suggested a title I really liked. Beyond Here Lies Nothing. Only it sorta feels like it implies there is no hope left? So I'm twisting it slightly, to maybe make the title be Beyond Here Lies Darkness...

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