Author's Notes: Rated Mature for very graphic details of sex, violence, and blood sharing. There are mentions of rape and mind manipulation, but the relationship between Emma and Killian is absolutely consensual.
Continue with caution.
This was written for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer on Tumblr and inspired by the show True Blood. Emma and Killian are somewhat based on Eric and Sookie with a role reversal.
I've been on a hiatus for a while because of a lot of serious personal stuff, I struggled with getting this story started and I'll be the first to admit there are some scenes I put more thought into than others, so please review with kindness. Also note that not all of the rules of vampires are going to be exactly the same as True Blood, I wrote the elements of the story as I saw fit.
A huge thank you goes to Allison for being an amazing beta reader and for all of your suggestions. I would also like to give a shout out to Alma and Eva for looking it over and for your relentless encouragement and feedback.
Another huge thank you goes to Lydia for all of your encouragement and for always keeping me on track, and of course for creating the wonderful graphic for my story!
Without you ladies and your constant support, this story would not have been written.
Killian can't believe he's here at Enchanted—a nightclub for humans and vampires to mingle.
When vampires exposed themselves to the public, or as the citizens of Storybrooke like to say "came out of the coffin," the state passed a law giving them equal rights, and allowing them to open their own businesses as long as they live peacefully with humans. Killian has been less than enthusiastic by the whole ordeal; he's not convinced this is the best solution to keep people protected and safe from these mysterious creatures of the night.
People certainly agree with him, because why else has there been a string of murders committed by someone who clearly despises anyone associated with vampires? All of the victims were found with bite marks and bruises, but were not drained of their blood. And all of the victims had been seen at this particular vampire club, which is the only reason why he is here.
"Can I see some ID please?" the bouncer with brown curly hair, pale white skin and an Irish accent demands. His head is turned away, and he's gawking at a brunette and blonde walking into the club.
Killian takes out his badge and holds it up for him to see. "Is this adequate?" he asks, irritated, and when the man turns his head and meets Killian's gaze, they both gasp.
"Graham?" he asks, stunned in his spot.
The man nods, his cold, dead eyes darkened with sadness. "Killian, I didn't expect you here of all places."
"But how?" Killian asks, ignoring his comment.
"Come on, Sheriff. You know how a human is turned."
"But I watched you get shot. I caught you when you fell... you died in my arms," Killian murmurs, his heart clenching at the memories. Graham had been his boss, he'd been the Sheriff of Storybrooke, and Killian had reluctantly taken over after Graham was gunned down.
"I was close to death, and an angel came to me and gave me a second chance."
Killian gulps. He is still shocked to see the former Sheriff standing in front of him, now a vampire. He'd watched when the ambulance had taken Graham away. "But I was at your funeral."
The bouncer immediately stiffens. "Because I made you think that. I enchanted you and everyone else at the scene."
Killian is dumbfounded, trying to process this information.
"My apologies, Sheriff, but I'm going to need you to step aside so I can let other customers in."
"But—" he tries, but is quickly cut off.
"You may enter, but I assure you, there's nothing illegal going on in here."
Killian scoffs, extremely doubtful. Vampires are only to consume Enchanted Blood, which is a synthetic blood that is sold in bottles and can be found at local convenience stores and bars. Vampires are not allowed to feed on humans, with or without their consent, especially via solicitation, but he's no imbecile. He knows what goes on in the restroom stalls and who knows where else. And he knows each victim who was brutally murdered was found with a bite mark after they'd slept with a vampire.
"I'm not here to arrest anyone unless I see something illegal going on."
The man regards him with a skeptical eye. "Then, why are you here? Certainly not to mingle with us fangers," he mutters resentfully. That's what Killian had always called them when he and Graham spoke of vampires.
"Actually, I'm here to question some possible witnesses for a case involving vampires," he clarifies politely.
"Fine, but you'll have to clear it with the owner first. Nothing goes on here without her knowledge."
"Alright then, where can I find her?"
Graham opens the door and lets him into the club. The music is loud, there are dancers on the platforms and a mixture of humans and vampires moving along with the music.
Killian spots her immediately—the vibrant green eyes, long golden curls thrown over one shoulder and creamy, white porcelain skin, her lips blood red. He knows… he knows immediately this is her—the owner of this club—because she's sitting in a chair which looks more like a throne, and she has a look on her face which screams power and dominance.
Killian follows Graham towards the back of the club where the owner is perched in her throne. And Killian was correct. She's the owner, and she's dripping with pure sin, wearing a white leather corset, the neckline and bottom hem strung with black feathers. Black, fishnet stockings cover most of her legs and are held up by black leather garter belts, leading the eyes to a place he's guessing only few have ventured. Or maybe he's hoping.
The bouncer bows to her upon their approach.
Killian swallows thickly as he looks at her; she appears to have walls as high as Mount Everest and her demeanor is stiff and firm, but he sees a broken soul. Or at least the soul she once bore, was broken. He only has to look into her steely, yet hypnotizing eyes to know she's had a dark past which goes all the way back to her human days.
He feels a nudge to the chest, bringing him out of his trance and he almost forgets the number one rule when dealing with vampires—never look them dead in the eyes, for they have the power to enchant any human who does. But that is not the reason Graham is trying to get his attention; he is whispering in his ear, telling him to bow, so Killian does so immediately.
"Sheriff, this is Emma Swan, Princess of Louisiana."
Emma arches a brow, eyeing him with subtle surprise. "Sheriff?"
"Aye. Sheriff Killian Jones, of Storybrooke. I have come here to ask a few of your patrons some questions."
"For what purpose?" She makes a gesture with her hand for him to rise, and he clears his throat as he does so obediently.
"Princess, there have been some murders in Storybrooke, and all of them were former customers of yours."
Emma purses her lips in contemplation for a moment before speaking. "I shall allow it, but perhaps you could offer me something in return?"
"Lass, with all due respect, I am an officer of the law, and—"
"With all due respect, you are nothing but a blood bag to me, and I am a three hundred year old vampire who can rip your throat out before you can blink, so may I suggest you offer me a proposition if you would like my cooperation?"
Killian grits his teeth; this is exactly why he hates vampires. They think just because they are immortal and have supernatural powers and strength, they can do whatever the bloody hell they please. "Princess, I am not here to cause trouble. I only wish to track down the person who has been brutally murdering innocent women for simply bedding vampires."
A dark laugh escapes the woman's throat, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Stupid, maybe, but innocent? I think we can both agree that was not the case."
"Well, maybe you could tell me if the actions were provoked then. Killian pulls out a few photos from his jacket and hands them to her. "Any of these women look familiar?"
She studies them briefly before glancing up at him again. "They do, but again, why should I tell you anything? You are only here to siphon information from us. You hate vampires—it's written all over your face. And who knows, maybe you are the one who murdered these innocent women?"
Again, Killian can feel the anger pulsating underneath his skin. "Look, Miss Swan, you may be a vampire but you are still required to abide by the law."
Emma looks around, unsure of what he is referring to. "I was only sitting here minding my own business, and you came waltzing into my club to harass my customers."
"I am only doing my job," he says calmly, not wanting to start anything. "What is it you would like from me so I can ask my questions and be out of your hair?"
"There's a vampire selling his blood to humans in exchange for their blood and sex, and this treason is punishable by the absolute death. Perhaps you can find this vampire for me, and I will help you track down your human?"
"You want me to track down a vampire?"
"Yes. Unless you are not up to the task," she says with a smirk. "And isn't blood dealing illegal according to human law?"
"Aye, it is. But how do you propose I bring this vampire back to you?"
"You let me take care of that. All I need is a name and location."
"Fine, you've got a deal. But all I'm asking is to question a few patrons, that's it."
"Then do as you wish. That man over there was seen with two of them," she informs him, looking over at a vampire with dark hair. "The other woman I've only seen once, and she hasn't been here since. She was with a vampire who's part of a nest. But he's not here at the moment."
"Thank you for the information," he says appreciatively.
"Oh and there's one more thing," Emma adds as he starts to walk away.
"And what's that?" Killian arches a brow waiting for her to continue.
Emma's lips twitch into a devilish smirk. "You must kiss my feet first."
Killian swallows thickly. This vampire princess is drop dead gorgeous and everything, but she is really pushing it with him. "Sorry, love, you may be a princess, but you're surely not my princess." With that said, Killian turns and walks away, but there's a flash of blonde, and in an instant Emma appears before him, making him jump.
"You are in my club, so you will do as I say," she demands sternly, and Killian has a feeling he does not want to challenge her any further. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, your majesty," he agrees spitefully. Killian is just thankful she has not enchanted him yet.
She disappears in front of his eyes, and when he turns around, she is in her chair again, slipping her foot out of her six inch stilettos, offering her foot to him. He obediently drops to his knees, bending over and taking her foot into his hands. When he presses his lips to her skin, she's cold as ice and her fangs pop out, but he doesn't pull away. He knows she has an instinctive impulse which comes with the territory of being a vampire. And a part of him feels sorry for her. Sorry she has to go on as a vampire who is cold to the touch and lives with such a hunger. Part of him wishes he could warm her, make her feel, make her heart beat again. But that's not logical thinking. She is what she is and that will never change. Killian rises to his feet and she retracts her pointy teeth, allowing him to go and question the vampire she had pointed out.
Long after he leaves, he can still feel her cold skin on his lips when his fingers brush over them.
"Was that really necessary?" Graham asks, amused.
Emma smirks at her progeny, devilry dancing in her eyes. "No, but it was fun." She shrugs. "And he smelled delicious."
Emma despises humans; she tolerates them because of her parents—the Vampire King and Queen of Louisiana. Her father, David, had turned her when she was raped and killed at a young age. He had fed Emma his blood when she was on the brink of death, turning her immortal and he vowed to protect her for eternity as her sirer.
Neither David nor his wife believe in killing humans for the sake of feeding, and have tried to bestow these ideals upon their daughter, but Emma has never latched onto their ways of life. To Emma, the hunger is too strong, the temptation too great, and she is not as strong willed as her parents. She wants to appease them, though, so she tries. They have given her Enchanted and the responsibilities of running the club to keep her in line, so Emma cooperates. Most of the time.
Occasionally she feeds from humans inconspicuously, but she has learned to control herself to keep from killing these blood bags. Emma has to admit, though, she is intrigued by the Sheriff. She could hear his heart pounding, smell the blood pumping through his veins and she desperately wanted a taste, but she'd willed herself not to give in.
"Don't they all?"
"Ehh. After three hundred years they all tend to smell the same. So when there's an odd one in the bunch, they stand out to me," she explains to him.
Graham is still new; she had only turned him a couple of months ago, so he has a lot to learn. When he had been shot on the side of the road, she had followed the scent of his blood and watched him dying from the woods. She'd watched the life slowly leaving his body and had decided to take after her father and save him. Since then, Graham has been like a loyal hound, doing everything she asks of him without question, and showing great gratitude for giving him a second chance.
After another long night of having to deal with lost souls who come to Enchanted searching for the company of a vampire, and selling their blood to them, Emma goes to her coffin before sunrise to regain her strength. She tries to forget about the human who'd stepped into her club that night, but she can still feel the warmth of his lips on her skin.
For the first time in three hundred years, Emma Swan is unable to rid someone from her mind.