It had been a HELL of a day. Hook had waited hundreds of years for his revenge on Rumplestilksin. He had gone to worlds and back to find a weakness, anything that could destroy him. Right when he had found out about the dagger that controlled the dark one, that backstabbing queen had to cast that dam curse making it that much harder to kill the bloody beast.
28 years later, he was in the same sorry excuse for a world as his enemy and nothing to show for it. That cricket had been less than helpful telling his about the dagger, he could have been lying, but the man was a conscience…it was highly unlikely. He wasn't a complete waste though, he did tell him about…her. He was, very…thankful for that. However, it put him in a position that was hurting him more than helping.
He went to the fortress the cricket prescribed to him earlier that day, underneath the clock and full of books. He found it very odd that a woman should read, but then again, for a woman to be willingly; happily involved with Rumplestilskin was an extreme oddity in itself. He waited, and waited for the dastardly woman to appear, this was taking to dam long. He picked up a book and started hatching out a slow and torturous was to murder her that would surely fill the dark one with unprecedented rage. Just as he was thinking about using his hook to gut her like a fish, she appeared.
"What!" he, thought to himself as memories of the girl from the queen's cell filled him. The beautiful girl he had found out knew nothing of how to kill his enemy. She was innocent. The pirate watched her intently for a few moments deciding his next move. He was at the moment intensely focused on a tome and had her brows furrowed with deep thoughts. She closed is quickly and muttered something to herself and put it back on the shelf. She was rather beautiful, Hook took note of. Not in the traditional sense, but in a way that just made you smile.
"Shit! Stop smiling!" Hook commanded himself and wiped all pleasant thoughts out of his head.
He was here to kill her, to get revenge and justice for Milah. No matter what the effect this other…woman had he had to remember his love.
He prepared himself to pounce as she rounded the corner. She was humming to herself and smiling while looking fondly at a novel she was putting away. The light shown down on her brown curls as she electric blue eyes look up to him. She looked like an angel, Hook felt warm, and had a sensational energy rush through him. He had felt like this only one other time, the first time he saw Milah. Hook knew at that moment, he had a dastardly, serious conundrum on his hands.
" Sorry" She said and he snapped back into reality."The library's not open yet."
Her voice was magical, a perfect accent that completed her image so absolutely, he smirked.
"Oh, I'm not here for the books love" he said calmly mysteriously as to strike some fear into her. He didn't know why but he longed to see the look of fear on her face. Instead what he got was a look of determination and he knew, she remembered him to.
"You" she spat with a tinge of bitterness, "you're the one who broke into my cell at the queens palace" she straled off as she noticed his smirk.
"This is going to be fun" he thought to himself as she took off running.
He didn't waste any time taking off after her," Let the games begin love."
He quickly caught up to the little sprite and cut off her only escape route. Only then was he rewarded with a look of wariness upon her face. It sent chills down his spine.
"Y-you wanted to kill Rumplestilsken" she stuttered as she looked past him towards the door.
"Oh is still do" he replied, "but right now I'll settle for you." He informed her and the level of alarm on her face sent shockwaves right into his chest.
"I want her" his inner voice demanded and he made a step towards her.
She was a quick thinker though and shoved a magical book carriage into his body and he was attacked by dozens a books.
"She has fire, I like that" he noted as a surge of adrenaline shot through him as he watched her run off to a portal of sorts. The doors were opening to allow her safe passage just as he got her. She was surprised at his quickness and didn't see him until he had caught her wrist. She elbowed him in the nose and Hook cused at the pain, he could feel the blood coming out. She turned to run again but Hook was determined not to let her go and caught her by her ankle causing her to trip onto the ground. She let out a yelp of pain when she collided with the floor and Hook made quick work and dragged her back to him. He rolled her over to see she had busted her lip and was holding her elbow. She had her eyes scrunched shut while she tried to kick Hooks grip away. He smirked and quickly straddled her and pinned her down with his weight. Oh, he was enjoying this far too much.
"Get off me! Get off!" she continually yelled at him.
Hook silenced her by roughly cupping his hand over her mouth, but she persistently squealed and muttered.
"Will you shut it I'm trying to think!" She only obeyed once he had pressed his hand hard on her busted lip and she let out a whine.
"Thank you my dear" he smirked at her and she glared daggers back at him. Gods! She was beautiful. Her pale skin and her brown hair, her elfish body and that ravishing voice! It seemed that he and his foe had one thing in common, their preference in women. How did the dark one enrapture such a woman like this? He could see the innocence, the purity in her eyes. He stroked her cheek without thinking and her eyes quickly flashed to his hand and back to him. She was confused; he couldn't blame her so was he. He should be basking in her blood by now, but instead was sitting here, taking her in, noting every little detail. What the hell was he doing! Or more importantly, what the hell was he going to do! He needed to make a decision fast, what did he want more his revenge, or the girl. He looked back upon her face and those eyes, those determined, beautiful, magical eyes beckoned him, saw through him, melted him. He rubbed his thumb gently back and forth on her cheek as he leaned down to her. She pressed her head harder to the ground, desperate to find some space, confusion and alarm visible on her expression.
Hook put his lips to her ear, drew a breath and said to her, "Mine"
She started to struggle again and since this was not his original plan, her useless defiance was a pain in his ass and he was at his wits end.
"Lass, I won't hurt you as long as you as long as you behave." He said clenching his teeth. With that, she muttered under his hand what he could only guess was a curse before her knee collided with his manhood.
He bit his lip to muffle the cry and he slowly looked down at her. Triumph shined in her eyes and he smirked at her.
"Alright love, we'll do it that way, I like it rough too" he winked at her as she resumed her glaring. He then reached for his handkerchief and cursed not having two good hands so he could silence her insesive protests. He ripped the cloth into two and tied one strip tightly around her wrists and the other even more tightly around her mouth. He looked down at her as if he had won a prize and she turned her head away from him with muffled curses. He had then scooped her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, as tiny as she was; she was hard to hold onto with her struggling.
Getting her out of town had been tricky, considering he stood out in the town. But he managed to get her back on his ship. He had dumped her in his room and hadn't seen her since then because of Cora. Damn witch couldn't take care of her own problems. But now he could see her, he could see his stolen treasure.
He had been debating what to do with her precisely since he had taken her. He could use her t get revenge on Rumplestilskin, but he tried hurting her once and that was an utter failure. And he wanted her more than anything, to bask in her really. Fuck, he'd figure it out later. Right now he was heading down the corridor to his room and he could her shuffling about.
"Clever girl must have rid herself of her binds by now." He muttered. She must have heard him, her shuffling ceased and her quiet footsteps made their way to the door.
"Assuming the battle stations are we?" he thought to himselfand chuckled. "This is going to be fun."