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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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The room is in shambles, furniture knocked on it's side, even broken in the case of the desk. Stacks of paper have spilled everywhere, and a map has been torn down from it's spot on the paneled wall. A chest is overturned, it's trinkets and treasures spit out when the lid had snapped open. Emma can't even remember how half of these things had happened, the many moments blurring together, making it impossible to know up from down, let alone when and how.

The one thing Emma Swan is certain of is at some point they have ended up on the bed. With it's crimson and black sheets, which have been rumpled and kicked aside, the bed groans under their weight. Creaks constantly with their movements. The bed handles the strain better than the desk, though the same can't be said for the woman herself.

Emma Swan is tired, her body pushed to it's limits. Stimulated beyond belief, her body struggles to match the pace that has been set. But the god like endurance of the man beneath her, is not something a human can match. Not even the woman who has the power of the savior glowing inside her.

Emma doesn't know that she is burning brighter with every passing moment. That she glows from the inside out, that brilliant light complimenting the sheen of her skin, the golden gleam of her hair, and even the bright green of her eyes. That otherworldly light is inching closer to being blown out, blazing hotter in it's final moments.

Emma doesn't know that, and the darkness doesn't seem to care. It's simply too lost in it's love affair with the light that is Emma Swan. Selfish creature that it is, will it even be sorry once it realizes what it's done? Will it show an ounce of remorse, or will it turn furious, like a petulant child denied it's favorite toy?

Emma Swan knows things have gotten out of hand, that she's lost what little control she has tried for. Her poor attempts at manipulating the darkness haven't gained her much of anything, beyond muscles that are sore. The darkness seems inexhaustible, always hungering for more. Wanting what Emma can no longer give it, the darkness doesn't understand the concept of no.

Emma's left wondering when this had ever seemed like a good idea. She's forgotten her reasons, the desperation that drove her. She cant even remember the faces of her loved ones, can only see the darkness before her, the monster that gazes back at her with eyes it has stolen.

It hurts to see those ocean blue eyes swallowed up by the darkness. To watch those sensual lips curve up in a smile that is NOT his. Emma doesn't even know if anything of Captain Hook remains, if Killian Jones hasn't already been destroyed by the darkness. Pain twists in her gut, Emma already missing Hook.

The darkness raises it's hand, actually takes the time to cup Emma's cheek. It strokes over the tear that has fallen, brings that single glinting droplet to it's lips. It finds even that sweet, and suddenly, viciously jerks on Emma's hair. The resulting watering of her eyes, the cry of pain Emma lets out, pleases the darkness.

Her vision blurring, Emma feels unbalanced. She clings to the darkness, not because she wants to, but because it is the only way to keep from falling. The swaying of her body, is at odds with the way the darkness makes her bounce on it's lap. The room is spinning, faster and faster, and Emma can't get enough air to breathe. Spots start exploding before her, and it's not a scream but a whimper that precedes her complete collapse.

Emma is surprised when she wakes up. Surprised that she's not dead. She's not entirely sure what has happened, how much time has passed, or even where exactly she is. But there is a weight across her breasts, a body pressed into her side. A soft rumble of sound is in her ear, a warm breath teasing against her skin.

It is the darkness, still taking up space inside Hook's body. Unbelievable, but it has fallen asleep, it's arm across her breasts, cradling Emma close in a grip that will turn possessive if given the slightest chance.

Emma doesn't immediately try to get out of the bed. She simply hurts in ways no person was ever meant to feel. Her muscles are sore, spots of her positively aching with overuse, Emma knows how it will hurt to stand. She lays back in the deceiving comfort that the bed and it's pillows offer, tempted to believe it will all be all right, that she can afford to waste just a few minutes more of time.

But time waits for no one, and every second passed is a second wasted. Emma holds in her sigh, tries to gather her strength. Moves with a cat like grace, as she shifts carefully out from under the arm. A snort from the body besides her, Emma first freezing then slipping a pillow under the arm. Immediately the pillow is pulled, crushed against the darkness' chest.

Shaking, Emma inches the rest of the way off the bed. Nearly cries out as her legs wobble, so daringly close to giving out. It is her sheer strength of will, that desperate determination that forces Emma to remain upright, that allows her to take one painful step forward. It doesn't get easier the more she moves, Emma hurt in a way that requires more rest.

But she keeps going, fearing this will be her only chance. She pads naked across the floor, keeps a hand on the wall though that doesn't help much against the room's swaying. Something rolls past her bare toes, the sound of it making her freeze. A paranoid look at the bed, where Hook---the darkness, still grips the pillow, allows Emma to breathe a little better. She resumes her trek forward, feet shuffling against the floor, Emma not quite able to walk right.

Emma wouldn't have tried to look for her clothes, even if they hadn't been ruined earlier. Ripped and tossed, the remains of her clothing are lost amongst the room's mess. But a shirt is found, black silk that's hem falls down past her knees. It is the only thing she takes, her one concession to her modesty's needs.

Emma is not yet to the point where she is willing to cast aside all shame. Not desperate enough to run naked from the darkness, she can only pray the time spent on obtaining the shirt won't ultimately cost her.

Emma doesn't have much of a plan, when she takes her first painful steps onto the deck of the Jolly Roger. Doesn't know much of anything except that she has to get away. And with the pain that she is feeling, her legs won't be able to carry her far. She needs to ride, and can only be thankful the harbor isn't far from the town's main street, Emma holding a vague recollection that her beloved yellow car is parked directly across from Gold's shop.

Emma's not worrying about the chance her car might have been caught in the crossfire of the fighting that had taken place on the main street. Nor is she particularly concerned with the fact that she's missing her car keys. Emma doesn't care that she lacks the tools needed to break into and hot wire her own car, the woman simply too focused on reaching the vehicle. It's one thing at a time for Emma, the only real way she can keep herself from getting hysterical.

It's simply been too much for Emma, and even the savior can't be strong all the time. Not with her legs shaking, aching muscles actually hurting, Emma exhausted and running on empty. It's not just her body that suffers, her mind is conflicted, emotions twisted up and confused. It's too hard to focus, and what she does think about only upsets her.

Especially because Emma is sure she is forgetting something important. But it's hard to know what, to remember anything else but the darkness. To remember the sex, which has started out pretty fucking amazing, only to go horrible wrong as Hook was swallowed up by the darkness from within. What Emma wouldn't give to have Hook back, to see him, HIM, smirking at her and making lewd insinuations about the situation they had found themselves in.

In the moment, Emma doesn't care that it's all Hook's fault for the situation that she finds herself in. She just wants the pirate back, wants the relative safety and normalcy he would bring. But he's gone, and might never be coming back, and things aren't normal or safe, or even sane. For even in Emma's preoccupied state, she has noticed the strangeness. The empty streets, and the fact that it is darker than midnight during what should be the blazing brightness of a summer day.

The false night scares her, makes her think of the darkness. Every sound Emma hears, has her tensing in fear, each skitter and crash convincing her the pursuit is drawing near. It's far too huge a relief, when she spies the bright yellow color of her beloved car. She nearly collapses in place, but somehow finds the strength to keep moving, rather than wilt in relief.

She stumbles the rest of the way, falls against the passenger side, and still manages a shaky laugh. The dents on the side are small, the car otherwise undamaged. Emma is more than relieved, she is counting her blessings, even as she scouts about for a rock of some sort, to use to smash open the window.

And then the unnatural bellow is heard, voicing an otherworldly anger that makes Emma's skin crawl. She knows in her heart what has made that sound, actually panics, and brings her bare fist to plant against the window's glass. It doesn't break on the first impact. Emma has to punch the car window several more times, actually sliced up her hand with the glass, before it shatters.

But it's just more pain to the hurt she already feels, Emma ignoring the blood, and opening the door. Readying herself to outrace the darkness, Emma is roughly hauled back before she can climb into the car.

Screaming, Emma lashes out with her arms. Strikes out with the fist that isn't torn up and bleeding, and gets shaken for her efforts. An inhumane growl follows those actions, Hook's voice never meant to distort in such a way. But then it's not Hook she's dealing with, though the darkness still wears that wickedly handsome face, making it's lips snarl and it's eyes bleed of all color and it's STILL him but not, and Emma wants to cry.

She screams instead, continuing to lash out, her arms a fury of violent motion. Beating her fist against whatever is in reach, a chest, a face, the side of his head. Being shaken like a rag doll, then grabbed at by the throat, the darkness slams Emma into the side of her car. It gets right in her face, moves it's lips against her as it hisses and speaks.

"You shouldn't have run."

Emma chokes on her own hysterical laughter. The words are too similar, Emma remembering when Hook had all but begged her to run. She hadn't then, and now she wasn't able, her legs shaking, and in no way ready to support her any longer.

That halting laughter, it doesn't actually confuse the darkness so much as annoy it. It's eyes narrow, and Emma knows she's about to be hurt worse, and she can't stop laughing. Even as it tightens it's fingers around her throat, Emma can't stop, choking, gasping, and she doesn't know why she finds this so funny when it's about to get her killed or worse.

"You shouldn't have run." The darkness repeats, and the malevolent look it gives her, makes Emma swear that her blood has turned cold. "And you won't."

"Won't I?" Emma is not sure where that suicidal defiance comes from, but she fears what it will result in. She swears an impatient look covers the darkness' face, and Emma knows what could appease it. But she's in no way ready for THAT, and Emma can't seem to think straight for any other option to make itself known.

"You won't." The darkness scowls. "Say it! Say that you won't!"

She doesn't say it and mean it, and yet at Emma's soft utterance, the darkness seems to lose some of it's anger. Some but not all of it, it's grip still on her throat, holding Emma up on tip toe as it pins her against the car.

"Say it again." The darkness orders. "Say that you won't ever try to leave me."

The words tumble out of Emma's mouth, her voice echoing from a distance in her ears. The tension doesn't quite leave the darkness, though the grip on her throat is relaxing bit by bit. The darkness is not quite smiling, still looking for something from Emma. It's as though it NEEDS the reassurance, as though Emma is a favorite pet that has gone and done something unexpected, something unwanted. Something that has upset the precious balance of everything the darkness had thought it had ever known about her.

"I won't leave you..." It hurts to say that, the words falling like lead from Emma's mouth. "I promise." It is a lie, but it is one the darkness wants to hear. A lie it believes all the stronger, when Emma forces a weak smile, and nerves herself to place her hand on it's face.

That unblinking stare doesn't actually soften, but the darkness seems pleased all the same. It actually nuzzles her hand, like it's forgiving Emma for what she had done, for what she had tried to do. Emma keeps that fake smile plastered on her face, but inside she is screaming and most of all plotting. Determined to do exactly what she had just promised not to, Emma waits only because now is not the right time.

Not knowing when, or if the opportunity will present itself, Emma can only pray. And hope, and wish, and dream for a better future. Because her present is bleak, surreal and downright dangerous, the darkness still pressed against her, and looking like it wants to eat her up all over again.

She immediately tries to drop her hand, but the darkness is catching at it, pressing her fingers to it's lips. First kissing, then sucking on the tips, the darkness maintains it's stare. Emma's expression has frozen, her stomach twisting into knots. Emma wants to believe the darkness doesn't intend anything more by these actions, but her gut instincts screams that it does.

Especially when it's using Hook's mouth to slicken and tease her fingers, treating them like they are a tasty treat. She's not sure what to do, how to get her hand free without setting the darkness off. Emma doesn't have to fake the weakness of her body, as she leans into the car at her back. The darkness purrs, and with a resounding pop of sound, lets go of her fingers.

And then HIS fingers are touching HER mouth, the darkness brushing a thumb over Emma's bottom lip before sliding it and two more digits passed. Emma makes a startled sound, tastes the flavor of the salty sea, and then the darkness is twisting, thrusting those fingers to get them nice and wet. It watches her as it does this, watches the play of it's fingers being thrust into Emma's mouth. It's gaze narrows down so that all it can see is her lips wrapped around a part of it, and it purrs, actually smiles and Emma's heart breaks just a little more.

She sucks when encouraged, rolls her tongue around the fingers and closes her eyes. Concentrating on the taste, the feel of the fingers in her mouth, Emma tries to ignore the hook and it's cold, cold metal, as it caress her thigh. Her skin prickles in reaction, the hook caressing circles over it, creeping away instead of towards the part of her body she is most concerned about.

Emma knows she shouldn't relax, but a touch on the back of her knee seems harmless. Harmless until the darkness shifts, her leg being hooked over the bend in it's arm. Lifted and held, leaving Emma to stand in a spread stance, pain sparks at this exposed, vulnerable position.

Emma makes a protesting sound around the fingers in her mouth, snaps open her eyes which are colored with worry. The darkness still smiling lets Emma suck on it's fingers for a few seconds more, before jerking them out. It is with those fingers, so wet from Emma's mouth, that the darkness touches between her legs.

Immediately, Emma tries to twist away. "No, please!" She gasps out. The darkness doesn't heed her, and instead strokes those wet fingers over every velvety inch of her. Emma gasps, and cringes, recoils even more. Goes up on awkward tip toe, and still can't avoid him.

With the aches and the pain, the soreness that has never quite gone away, what the darkness does actually hurts, Emma trembling and afraid. Even when the darkness starts stroking over her clit, Emma can't stop her panic and revulsion. Can't stop fearing what those fingers will do, where they will end up next. She actually shrieks when the darkness begins an attempt to push a finger inside her, her panic making things worse, making Emma forget how to breathe.

Her chests heaves, her face turns an unseemly red. The darkness still finds her beautiful, irresistible, and presses against her. Inhales a scent made all the sweeter by her fear, the darkness begins purring into Emma's neck, kissing and licking and biting the skin there.

Emma is pushing at the darkness, but it will not be budged. It settles against her, aroused and growing more so, the longer it plays with her body. The few times she remembers to breathe only make Emma dizzy, leaving her to close her eyes against the spinning sights around them.

"Well...." Says an amused voice. "What do we have here..."

Her eyes snap open at the voice, at the sheer surprise of the unexpected interruption. It's no saving angel that's come to pay visit, Emma staring in surprise at the woman in the crisp, light gray business suit. Regina Mills is the last person Emma Swan expects to feel happy to see, and yet in the moment, she could almost kiss her because the blonde is certain even Regina can't be so evil as to allow the darkness to have it's way in this manner.

The sound of heels on the pavement draw Emma's attention away from Regina. She sees Cora, the woman dressed in a navy blue business suit. The woman is patting her red hair, looking completely unconcerned with what is being done before her eyes. And Emma then realizes that they've in no way come to save her, might actually intend to stand and watch. Emma's hope shatters, as she realizes that good doesn't always win the day...

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To Be Continued...

Well...this was interesting to work on. I'm kinda drawing a blank on what to say, except it's only starting, the dark I got planned. I almost feel like I should spoil at least a part of four...just so people don't completely lynch mob me. Suffice it to say, no Cora and Regina aren't going to be treated to a full on Emma Darkness peep show.

But this chapter ends up causing the Hook POV to be pushed back for a while. ^^;;

I always had this strong image of the darkness doing rapey sexual things to Emma against the side of her car...it didn't progress as far as I first thought, but Emma needs some recuperating time from all the sex she had earlier with the dark one.

This is far from being over....*goes into hiding*

---Michelle
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