Kiss of Death
Declaimer: somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true...Somewhere over the rainbow, I would own PotC. Most unfortuantely, this is not somewhere over the rainbow, savvy?
"I always knew you were a good man, Jack," Elizabeth said. What was that he had said last time? Ah, yes, 'all evidence to the contrary'. Not anymore. Doing something noble. That was a repulsively nice feeling. No guilt, no fear. None of the things that belonged to Jack's pirate life. Such a disgustingly clean feeling. But, after all, 'one good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness.' Yet here was a woman forgiving him for everything else he had done, just because of this one good thing. And speaking of her...Elizabeth was leaning forward, and Jack responded without conscious thought. Their lips met. Jack was surprised. What was she doing, kissing him? What about Will?
At first her kiss was tentative, but then she was leaning into him, her lips suddenly lustful. She forced Jack back slightly, out of sight of the boat, he thought. He felt his back hit the mast. Elizabeth ran her hand down his right arm from where it had lain on his shoulder. And then, instead of Elizabeth's warm hand on his wrist, Jack felt the cold iron of the shackle of the mast. He knew then that he was outwitted. Before he could move his hand aside, Elizabeth pulled out of the kiss. As the shackle closed with a clang, so did Elizabeth's teeth. Jack looked at her face. Her teeth were set, her lips pulled back, a mask of cruel determination on her face, yet her eyes were scared. Their lips were still almost touching, but Jack felt the cold of the shackle around his wrist. He was imprisoned, captured, chained. There was no freedom now. There was no escape.
"It's after you, not the ship. It's not us," Elizabeth whispered. Her voice was desperate. Jack felt as if the cold from the shackle was spreading through his body, the way the warmth of rum did, and all the was to his heart.
"And this is the only way, don't you see?" Elizabeth was saying, her lips moving frantically. She sounded even more desperate than before, almost wild. She leaned her head slightly for another kiss, but it never came. Instead she whispered,
"I'm not sorry," Jack knew this was a lie. She was always a terrible liar. He could feel her breath, harsh and ragged. He looked into her imploring eyes. And Jack knew that it was his turn to forgive her.
"Pirate," he breathed. Elizabeth's eyes fell from his face, and she turned. 'But it seems enough to condemn him,' Jack remembered his own words. It was the end.