So this will likely be a multichapter if enough people want it to be. WARNING: This fic will include dubcon and many other kinks. In case you're new, that's kind of my thing. This is also a dark!Hook fic so think Anne Rice vampire, not Stefan Salvatore.
I actually wrote this in celebration of my 150th follower! Thank you so much for the reviews and the reblogs. I have had so much fun talking about my fics with you guys and I know 150 is small potatoes but it might as well be a million to me. I appreciate each and every one of you. Now, enjoy my gift to the under appreciated vampire!Killian subgenre.
Chapter 1:
The Blonde in Red Leather
"So, Miss Swan, is it?" Mr. Gold settled into his side of the booth as the waitress brought Emma her drink. A vodka cranberry with lime. She placed the glass of red liquid in front of her and hurried away from the shadowy corner in which Emma always took her meetings.
You know my name." Emma smiled, "You know what I do. Let's cut to the chase. What do you want?"
Gold smirked, showing his gold tooth, "I hear you're the best bounty hunter in New York. Vampires, werewolves, witches, fairies, dwarves; I even heard you killed a troll for the city when it took over the bridge downtown."
Emma shrugged and lounged back in her seat, her little black dress riding up her thighs, "When people need a supe taken down they call me. What can I do for you?"
Gold passed his phone across the table. She looked around. The restaurant was a nice one. It was quiet. Glasses clinked as socialites dined in the dimly lit restaurant. She examined the picture on the screen of a man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. "His name is Killian Jones." Gold said, "He's a vampire from London with a penchant for seducing and draining women. The law can't touch him, but you can."
After centuries of war and chaos humans realized that the only way they could live in harmony with the supernatural creatures around them was if they agreed to coexist under separate legal systems. That meant that human police couldn't apprehend a vampire for biting an unwilling victim, but, for a price, a bounty hunter (like Emma) could deliver a supe, dead or alive, to a client with no legal repercussions. It was a fragile system, but, as the best in her field, she was benefitting from it quite lucratively. Emma studied the picture as she brought the drink to her lips. "Killian Jones. You mean the Captain."
Gold rolled his eyes, "A ridiculous title considering he hasn't been on a ship in about eighty-five years."
The picture had been taken from afar. He was wearing a leather jacket over a black leather vest, his shirt unbuttoned to expose a dusting of black hair. "This guy's a serial killer. I've seen his work."
"Then I'm sure you'll agree that he's a public menace. He must be stopped."
"You know how many hunters have died going after this guy?" she said, flinging his phone across the table, "He decapitated a friend of mine."
Gold huffed in annoyance, "So you won't do it."
"Oh, I'll do it. But it's gonna cost you."
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever you want, I can pay it."
"I'm sure you can. You're the richest man in Boston. But I want to know," she raised an eyebrow, sipping at her cocktail, "what'd he do to you?"
"Pardon?" Gold asked, looking unconvincingly clueless. She could always tell when someone was lying.
"You don't care about the innocent women he's killed. This is about revenge."
He tilted his head to the side as if studying her, "What makes you think that?"
Emma smirked, gently stirring her drink with the sippers, "I've been doing this for a long time, Mr. Gold. People don't come to bounty hunters because they want justice. In my line of work it's all about self interest. So, I'll ask you again," she leaned forward onto the table, "What did Killian Jones do to piss you off?"
After a moment of stoic silence Gold answered, "He killed my wife."
Emma sat up straight, chewing on a thought. Finally, she sighed heavily and asked, "You want him dead or alive?"
"Which one's cheaper?"
"Dead."
His mouth twitched at the corners, "Dead it is."
Emma shook his hand and a deal was made. He agreed to wire her 2 million dollars after receiving proof that the vampire was deceased. She promised to start searching for him immediately, something she was looking forward to. Captain Jones was a notorious rake and a sadistic killer. He loved women, and women loved him, but it never lasted. Every model, actress, and socialite the captain seduced eventually washed up on the shores on the Charles. Cause of death: exsanguination.
No charges could be pressed, of course. Vampires maintained supernatural immunity. A few hunters had tried to take him down (always for an exorbitant rate) and none had succeeded in even getting close to Killian.
But they had all been men.
Emma knew exactly how to lure Killian Jones out of the shadows. She had a trick up her sleeve. One that would be the end to the Captain and his murder streak. After Gold left the table she relaxed in her seat and enjoyed the sweet bite of her drink while pondering what she would do with two million dollars.
You would think the beautiful bachelorettes of Boston would have learned to stay away from him but no, they all thought they could change him. They thought that he really loved them. They were all wrong.
It wasn't all their fault. Experienced vampires could hypnotize a human simply by looking into their eyes. Many people had succumbed to a greedy vamp who used them for their money or their blood, if not both. But Emma different. Emma was... special.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Emma's fingers drummed the mahogany surface of the bar at which she sat. She was perched on a barstool strategically chosen for it's spot in a dark corner of the bar. Killian would be arriving soon as he did every Thursday night at ten o' clock. It had taken months of investigation but she now knew every move the vampire made on a daily basis. He was a creature of habit, you see. Always doing the same thing at the same time, every day, and tonight would be no different.
The rabbit hole was quiet and dark. When she finally heard his voice it somehow startled her. "Is this seat taken?"
Emma looked up to see Killian leaning lazily against his usual seat, looking at her with hungry blue eyes. "Please," she said, gesturing to the stool next to her, "go ahead."
He sat down causing the bartender to immediately rush over with his drink already made.
"I hope this isn't too forward but I feel I simply must tell you-"
"I look magnificent in this dress?" Emma cut in with a coy smile.
Killian smiled back, clearly pleased. "Are you..." he looked around, "waiting for someone?"
She shook her head, "No. I'm alone."
His grin turned predatory, "What are you drinking?"
"Rum." she replied, bring the tumblr to her lips.
His tongue hovered at his incisor as he eyed her body. Chills went up her spine and a blush crept up her neck. She could practically feel him groping the curve of her ass and the swell of her breasts. She was wearing a tiny cocktail dress the color of fresh blood and her hair tumbled down her shoulders in soft waves. After a moment Killian picked up his glass and raised it towards her, "To rum."
She smiled and clinked her glass with his. It was going to be a long night, but she was up for it.
Killian wasted no time, "What's your name?"
Emma swallowed her sip and set her glass on the bar, "Hope."
"Hope," he repeated, biting his lip, "such an... angelic name." He grinned lasciviously, "What's an angel like you doing in a place like this?"
Emma looked around. The Rabbit Hole was a seedy joint. Vampires loved the place and every human woman that dared walk through the door had one thing in common: they were looking to get bit. It was Killian's favorite hunting ground. She bit her lip, looking into his incredible eyes lined with khol, "I guess I was looking for trouble."
He raised an eyebrow, "Well, darling," he said with a devilish expression, "you found it."
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Emma gasped for breath. She begged him to stop, but he wouldn't.
Killian was telling a story about the time he had gotten drunk, wandered into a wedding and slept with the bride. It was during the 1800s which made the story much funnier than it should have been and Emma was doubled over, nearly in pain from her aching diaphragm as she laughed loudly in his doorway. They were both very drunk. Emma had somehow let herself have one too many vodka cranberries and was seeing double.
Kiliian Jones had turned out to be great company. He was clever and witty, and an excellent storyteller. He had lived an interesting life full of excitement and adventure. Emma been lost in conversation all night and was easily talked into a nightcap at his uptown apartment.
When he opened the door she realized it was a swanky place. They sat on a comfy couch in his two story living room while a fire crackled in the fireplace.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Emma asked, ready to reel him in. He wanted her badly. She had clearly gained the upper hand. She felt of the stake holstered to her thigh. It was hidden with magic so that only she could tell it was there, just waiting for the opportune moment.
Killian smiled and she could tell he thought he was about to win, "I'm all ears."
She looked down bashfully, willing a fake blush to tint her cheeks. "I've always wanted to know what it would be like to be..." she looked up, catching his gaze with devious eyes.
"Fucked by a vampire." he finished, his hunger evidenced by the fire in his eyes. Killian scooted closer so that his face was just inches from hers. When he spoke she could feel his breath on her lips, "I can tell you exactly what it's like."
She licked her lips. Up close his features were even more perfect than she'd first realized. It was as if someone drew him. It occurred to Emma that she really did want to know what it would be like to be fucked by him. Out of professional curiosity, of course. "Tell me."
He bit his lip again, sending chill bumps up her arms. "Well, it's rough. All vampires lack self control and those that enjoyed sex as humans crave it like it's oxygen. When I become aroused I go mad with lust and develop a thirst that can only be quenched by the blood of an orgasming woman."
Emma gulped, her grip on the wooden stake having loosened, "So, it's true. Vampires bite when they make their victims..." she trailed off. Visions of the Captain forcing her to come on his cock and then penetrating her neck with his fangs flashed before her.
"Two things make blood taste sweeter. Fear and pleasure."
Emma could barely speak. Too engrossed in her own fantasy. She imagined Killian's stubble scraping against her skin and taste the rum that surely lingered on his tongue. "And which do you prefer?"
He smiled. She shivered at his devilish expression. "I enjoy best a mixture of both."
She suddenly realized that his hand was on her leg, and she didn't mind. It wandered up her thigh, his fingers grazing lightly against her sensitive skin making her breath catch. "Did you know," he continued, "that when a vampire feeds on a falling woman the pleasure lasts until he is done?" His lips were grazing hers now. She opened her mouth her tongue eager to taste him. "An experienced vampire can feed on a woman for an hour before she loses consciousness. Although, they usually beg for mercy before that. I've heard the pleasure is... excruciating."
Emma's eyes rolled back into her head at the sound of his silky voice saying such vulgar things. "Is it... painful?"
"Would you like to find out?"
She didn't answer. He was distracted by his lust. Now was the moment to strike. "A vampire that asks permission. How unusual."
"I've never taken an unwilling woman. Though, I have forced them to orgasm against their will from time to time. The religious ones can be such stubborn things. Always begging me to stop and keep going at the same time."
"And... if I tell you to stop?"
"I give women what they want. Not what they ask for."
"Do you know what I want?"
His nose brushed hers and suddenly Emma found herself on his bed with his weight on top of her. They were underneath black silk sheets in a dark red room with no windows lit by dozens of candles. Killian spoke in a soft and sensual voice, "You want me to fuck you until you're shaking and spent, and you want me to physically dominate you like no man ever has, because I'm stronger than you, and you like that. You like that I'm dangerous. You like being afraid. You like that I'm not intimidated by all that armor you put on every day. You-"
"Fuck me." she whined and he kissed her hard.
Emma gasped into his mouth. He devoured her, dragging his lips against hers until they were swollen and tender from the burn of his stubble. Somehow, the pain didn't stop her. She sucked on his bottom lip and teased him with her tongue. His hands were all over her and without warning her ripped her dress apart as if it was made of tissue paper. Quickly she unclipped her stake holster and flung it aside where it remained invisible to his eyes.
He continued to kiss her deeply as his hard cock teased her entrance. He reached down, covering his fingers in her essence and brought them to her mouth. "Suck." he commanded and she eagerly obeyed, tasting herself on his large calloused fingers while he laughed, "You see how wet I make you?" he said pulling her right leg over his shoulder, "Do have any idea how hard I'm about to fuck you, Emma?"
"You talk too much."
Emma cried out when he thrust into her without warning. She gasped, whimpering as she endured the overwhelming stretch. He kissed her face, bringing her leg to rest next to her head. He was deep and thick. Fear rose up in her. His cock was large. He could really hurt her. Her heart pounded in her chest as he began to slowly thrust in and out. She moaned at the head of his cock rolled over her g-spot over and over again. Butterflies erupted in her stomach every time he hit bottom.
"Look at you." laughed, "Taking a vampire's cock even though it's too big for you. You are a tough lass, aren't you?"
Emma bit her lip which appeared to be the last straw. Killian let loose, driving into her at a furious pace. She screamed, the pleasure pain of his cock ruining her on the inside was euphoric in its intensity. She sobbed, overwhelmed by the sensation. She wanted to beg for mercy, but she knew he wouldn't give it to her. He would give her exactly what she wanted.
Soon, her walls began to pulse. "Are you going to come for me?" he asked, clearly knowing the answer.
"Yes." she moaned and felt something on her ankle. She looked up to see that he had somehow tied her ankle to the headboard with a scrap of silk allowing him to let go of her leg. Her other leg was secured as well to the foot of the bed. He slipped his arms under her back and grabbed her by the shoulders, then he fucked her hard enough to make her see stars. Emma made incoherent noises as Killian kissed her neck. She couldn't move. She had no control over her body. She was absolutely helpless. It was an incredible feeling. The peak came fast. When she fell she made a truly pathetic noise as the waves of pleasure wracked her body inside and out. She clenched around his enormous cock just as she felt his fangs sink into the flesh of her neck. Emma cried out at the pain but it quickly turned into a moan as the spasms inside her grew more and more intense. He drank from her slowly, drawing it out as he fucked her through it. She couldn't speak at first but after a few minutes she began to thank him in a desperate whimper. She laid there in ecstasy, no longer fighting the terrifying feeling of endless pleasure until the feeling began to fade from her limbs and the room started to spin. Each wave was better than the last. She didn't care that the world was fading away. "Don't stop." she moan, craving more pleasure, "Please, don't stop." They were her last words before her vision went black and the last drop of blood left her body.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
When Emma came too she was still tied to Killian's bed, but this time by her wrists instead of her legs. Her entire body was on fire. She cried out and gasped for breath. Pins and needles assaulted ever inch of her naked body. It was like when her foot fell asleep, except it had consumed her head to toe.
"Shhhh..." Killian stroked her face as she trembled violently under his touch.
"I'm cold. I'm going to die."
Killian replied softly, "You are not going to die."
"Please," she begged, "take me to the hospital."
"You are the product of True Love, Emma Swan, and that means you cannot be killed by blood loss. You also can't be hypnotized. You were born to hunt creatures like me. I can respect that."
Her eyes grew wide with the realization that she had been made. "You knew all along."
Killian smiled smugly, "Aye. But I must say I enjoyed the show. Especially that bit at the end. You were so committed to the role of wanton vamp tramp I almost believed it when you came all over my cock."
She didn't respond to his sarcastic remarks. As the blood began to flow through her empty veins the horrible sensation intensified causing her gasp for breath.
He leaned down and kissed her temple, "It's excruciating, isn't it?" he chuckled, "Don't worry, it will pass. You'll be able to feel everything I'm about to do to you."
He put his weight on top of her and eased down her body. When his mouth reached the apex of her thighs he marveled at her bare mound. He said hungrily, "I'm going to feed from your cunt."
Emma tried to kick him away but she still couldn't feel her legs. She was helpless to stop him from latching onto her clit and sucking it until it was swollen. As her walls began to pulse he entered her with two fingers. All she could feel were the sensations he was giving her, the rest of her body was still asleep from blood loss. When she came it was surreal. Pins and needles erupted as the waves crashed over her. He didn't stop. He made her come several more times and when the feeling finally returned to her body he sank his fangs into her inner thigh and drank from her again.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKE
When the sun rose the next morning Emma was in another space. Killian was fucking her from behind, hitting bottom harder than he had all night. He never seemed to tire, growing more and more vigorous every time. Her back was arched as he slammed his hips into her while keeping a tight grip on her hair. "Tell me who sent you to kill me." he demanded, picking up the pace.
"I can't!" Emma sobbed, "He's a powerful man!"
Killian pulled her up by her hair so he could hiss in her ear, "I'm the only person that has power over you now." He didn't wait for her to come this time. He simply bit into her neck without warning and, for the seventh time, began to suck. His utter domination pushed her over the edge and she came hard on his cock. She moaned when she felt him spill himself inside her.
Mercifully, he drained her quickly, but left her conscious this time.
She was shaking from the cold. "Come here." he huffed and surprised her by pulling her into his arms. He was warm from the massive intake of blood. She curled into him, relaxing as he rubbed at her body to increase her blood flow.
"How did you know?" she asked when she began to warm up.
He laughed, "If you want to follow me for a month without being noticed you're going to have to pick a better disguise than Sexy Blonde in Red Leather." Emma looked up to find him smiling playfully, "I asked around. You've got quite the reputation, Miss Swan."
"You don't seem very afraid of me."
"You're the product of True Love. You can be drained again and again and heal in just minutes. That intrigues me."
Emma laughed and shook her head, "Obviously this was a one time thing."
"Oh, I don't think so."
Emma balked, "I'm still going to kill you."
"Why? Because Gold told you I killed his wife?!"
She flinched, surprised by his sudden anger.
He huffed, "I didn't kill her. I fucked her. Repeatedly. Gold shot her in the chest when he found out she was having an affair with a vampire."
Emma found the story easy to believe. It was widely known that Gold was a criminal. He was involved with the mob and had been known to get away with murder thanks to bribery and corruption. "And what about the other women?"
"I have to feed." he grumbled, still rubbing her back, "And I told you. Vampires don't have any self control. When I get hungry I..."
Emma looked up and saw genuine remorse on his features. She reached up and took his face in her hands so that she could study his eyes. He was a murderer, and whatever guilt he felt couldn't make up for that. Her body physically ached from the ordeal he had put her through, yet she didn't regret succumbing to him again and again. The pleasure was life changing. No mortal man would ever satisfy her again. He couldn't drain her. He obviously liked her. The possibilities flew through her head. Could she take a vampire lover? It wouldn't be the first time a hunter was seduced by their prey. Besides, she could still kill him whenever she wanted. "Feed from me." she said, crawling up his chest, "You can drink my blood whenever you want."
Killian raised a brow in confusion, "You want be my bloodpet?"
Bloodpets were humans who willingly allowed vamps to use them as a food source. As simple as it sounded, it was a full time job. Vampires were ravenous creatures. It took constant feeding to prevent binges that ended in death for the pet. They had to go with the vampire everywhere and were often fed on in public.
Emma studied Killian's face. He was rich. He would pay her bills and buy her things as long as she was his. That was the usual arrangement. She could take a break from risking her life hunting down supes and maybe pay off some credit card debt. She brushed her lips against his, "You can fuck me whenever you like, and drain me whenever you like, and I won't die. I'm and endless supply of blood. You won't kill anymore women because you waited too long to feed."
In an instant he had her on her back and was kissing her senseless. When they parted he said breathlessly, "You would be mine, and mine alone. If anyone else touched you I would have to kill them."
She smirked, "Well it's a good thing I don't have any friends."
"You'd have to move in and be with me at all times."
"I understand." she said, chasing his lips but he pulled them just out of reach.
"Just because I can't drain you doesn't mean I can't kill you. I'm strong. I could snap your neck with one hand, if I wanted."
"Oh, yeah?" she replied, "Well just because I'm a Sexy Blonde in Red Leather doesn't mean I can't kill you, too. I've taken out dozens of vamps. I'm not afraid of you."
He kissed her again. Their lips melded in a passionate dance. It felt as if he was trying to suck the life out of her without breaking her skin. When they parted she was hungry for more, but he rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. "I need to sleep," he said, sounding exhausted, "and so do you." He pulled her close as his fangs retracted. Emma laid her head on his chest and found no heartbeat to be heard.
"Are you really dead?"
"I don't know. Are you a necrophiliac?"
She looked up at him and found a clever smile on his face. "Perhaps I am."
Emma fell asleep. Her body was so tired her mind was clear of anxiety and repressed emotions. She wouldn't be able to walk for days, but that was ok. She had a new job. An exciting one. And the man- er, creature, that had wrecked her was dangerous and new. There were butterflies in her stomach, fluttering about as she thought of the adventures to come. What new things would she learn? What new experiences would she have? And would she learn what secrets Captain Jones kept behind his sparkling blue eyes? Emma Swan breathed in his masculine scent and looked forward to the nights to come. She could not see the dawn in the windowless room, but the horizon was right before her.
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