Chapter 2

The Deal

Boston, Massachusetts – 1925

She sat across from two women she had met a month ago. She was sent down to keep these women safe and away from the debauchery they were beginning to find appealing. The two women were both very beautiful, however, looked completely different. Elsa was a tall blonde, with blue eyes and white hair, although she was only nineteen. The other, Regina, was a dark brunette, with brown eyes and dark lips, she was twenty-one. Emma loved the clothing of this era, the loose dresses, sparkly and light, and the ornate jewelry that made music when the wearer danced. Elsa wore a beautiful, light blue dress, the color of her eyes, and was covered with silver strings and beads. Regina wore a wine-red dress, black beads decorated the fabric and her hair, she was the darkest of the three, and she was the farthest gone down the path of sin. Emma decorated herself with a flowing white dress with gold beads and strings dangling from every hem. She wore a gold cross, as she always did, that was hidden between her breasts, helping to guide and protect her from the known evil lurking about.

The three women sat in one of the many underground speakeasies of the time. Emma had been surprised to find that alcohol was illegal, but she wasn't surprised by all of the illegal clubs that opened to sell it. She wasn't here to help prohibition, but she was here to help the two women stray from certain acts held at the clubs. From talking with the girls over the past few weeks, Emma learned that women were selling their bodies to men for alcohol and more illicit drugs. She couldn't stand by and let them go down the road to sin, she had been asked to save them, by their families and by themselves, in their prayers at night. So there she was, sitting amongst the other sinners, trying to keep her targets from going dark.

"Do you guys want another drink?" Elsa asked, smiling, face flushed from the alcohol. She wobbled a little as she stood, Emma instinctively jumped to help keep the girl from falling.

"I would love another!" Regina exclaimed, clapping her hands together, handing Elsa her empty tin cup. The girls were on their third drink, and they were becoming tipsy.

"Emma?" Elsa asked, holding out her hand for Emma's cup.

"Please!" Emma said, giving her cup to Elsa before she eagerly walked to the bar. She tried to seem excited, she couldn't experience the beverage like they could. As an angel, she was unaffected by alcohol and other drugs, so she had to play the part of tipsy, defenseless girl. Her job as an Angel of Light and Innocence was to bring those on the verge of losing themselves back to the righteous path. Her goal with Elsa and Regina was to keep them from going beyond the use of alcohol. I mean, even Jesus drank wine.

Emma didn't want to draw attention to her or Regina, but she was growing worried about Elsa. The young girl seemed to be taking an exuberant amount of time gathering their drinks, but going to look for her would leave Regina alone, and she couldn't do that. She turned her head and saw Elsa waiting for the bartender, who was busy filling cups all over the crowded bar. She sighed and left it alone. She pretended to listen to Regina talk about the men she was seeing, but she couldn't pay attention, she was too focused on a horrible feeling that had been growing stronger all night.

The horrible burning sensation over her skin was one that she was familiar with. She knew what the heat only she felt meant, it coincided with the humming of the crucifix between her breasts, a telltale sign for her. She scanned her surroundings quickly, trying to focus on where the burning and humming was strongest. The problem with finding the source was that it came from someone just as well hidden as herself. Only she and the other would recognize one another. Only she would see them as what they really were, a demon. Demons were the epitome of Hell and Sin, everything she was against and despised. Like angels, demons would appear on Earth to do the bidding of their master, bringing lost and broken souls to be damned for their weakness. Emma knew all too well how easy it was for the humans to fall with the demons, and how hard it was for angels to bring them back.

"Here's your drinks, and look who I ran into!" she heard Elsa exclaim as she returned with their cups, another person by her side. The burning feeling grew almost painful, and the vibrations of the symbol on her chest became stronger. The all-consuming aura and smell of fire from the individual was only noticed by her. She watched as Regina pretended to not be as impressed as she was, always being the stoic type. Cautiously, Emma turned around to face the being next to Elsa and was completely surprised. The demon was a tall, dark-haired man, a few years older than the women, with an unshaven face and fiery blue eyes. She could see the red and orange lick of flames in his pupils for a brief moment, as his own awareness subsided. She tried to maintain composure, to keep her contempt and unease to herself, to not cause an unwanted battle between a savior from Heaven and a servant of Hell.

"Good evening ladies," the demon said, in a thick, English accent. It was an older accent, something a mortal wouldn't pick up on, but it was clear he hadn't been up to Earth in a while. He smiled at Elsa and Regina before facing her. Emma tried to unclench her jaw to fake a smile, but all she could do was nod in his direction. He smirked at her, and arrogant smile, before bowing slightly in her direction, showing his acknowledgment of her being.

"Hello," Regina said, taking her cup from Elsa and taking a long sip from it, staring at the man in front of her.

"Good evening," Emma replied flatly. She would hold the charade as long as she could, but once she was alone with him, she would confront him, claim her targets. The fire in his eyes only raged harder at her words. Elsa dragged him by the arm over to where she was sitting next to Emma, their small, wooden table suddenly crowded by the extra body. When he sat down next to her, Emma could smell the burning, the evil, as his proximity singed her dress, unnoticed by the girls.

"This is Killian," Elsa added, a look of pure excitement shown across her face. Regina simply stared at the man, he was incredibly attractive, but she had higher standards than good looks. He had to be rich, and be willing to follow her every command. Emma knew his kind were the charming type, good looking, seductive, and sinful. They entrapped their victims, seduced them into a life of greed and sin, and then brought their souls to Satan, forever damned for their mistakes. "I already told you my name, but this is Regina, and this is Emma," the young blonde said, pointing to each woman as she introduced them.

"It's a pleasure," Killian said, the words rolling dangerously off of his tongue. Emma felt it unfair that something so evil should look as he does, but she quickly dismissed it as a simple observation.

An hour had passed of Elsa and Regina sharing small talk between them and Killian. Emma mostly sat in silence, trying to ignore his ever-present stare into her soul. He would not stop looking at her, and she knew that her job just became immensely more difficult. He was going to try to destroy everything in his wake, and that included Elsa and Regina.

"I appreciate the drink, Killian," Regina said, maintaining her proper mannerism, not wanting to come off as a desperate girl, like Elsa was. He had bought them all another round of drinks, the two mortals were now drunk and wanting to stay, completely against Emma's wishes. Elsa, simply nodded her head in agreement, squeezing the man's arm with her hands.

"Of course, when a man is surrounded by three beautiful women, he must satisfy their needs," he said darkly, smiling at them and then returning his flaming stare at the angel. The two girls swooned over his words, Elsa clearly giggling and Regina trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.

"How kind of you," Emma said in mock praise. He could hear the disgust in her words and all he did was chuckle darkly. She was trying to not panic, she was trying to recite her prayers in her head, but her thoughts were becoming jumbled. The demon was playing with her, but she was strong. He wouldn't win this.

"I need to find the powder room," Regina stated, standing from her seat and wiping away invisible crumbs from her dress. "Elsa? Emma?"

"I'll come!" Elsa said, jumping from her chair and taking Regina's outstretched hand. The demon looked at the girls with a dark smile.

"I'm fine, besides, someone needs to keep our acquaintance company," Emma replied, looking at the man coolly. The two girls shrugged their shoulders and walked off, hand in hand. If she didn't keep an eye on him, he would follow them and take them.

"I thought I'd never be alone with you, Angel," Killian said, leaning forward, the heat radiating from his body further scorching her skin. "Your breed never fails to surprise me with its beauty."

"They are mine. You are not welcome here, Demon," she said through clenched teeth. She hated the way his blue eyes burned in her presence, and she hated that she enjoyed listening to the words roll off of his tongue.

"So feisty," he said, leaning closer to her. She could feel her the light in her trying to run from his presence, but she stood her ground. "I do love a challenge."

"There isn't a challenge, you cannot have them," she retorted. She could feel the crucifix thrumming at his closeness. It was taking all of her energy to not reach out and burn him with her light, the only thing that could hurt him. She was angry, usually demons were easy pushed away from a target, being an almost endless supply of them anyways. Killian, however, seemed determined to take them from her, to take them away from an angel.

His face grew serious, she could feel the anger swelling in him, and the inferno he had for a heart roaring, a simple warning to her. He closed his eyes and calmed himself, leaning into her to whisper into her ear, "I will destroy you if you get in my way, angel. Don't let this charming face fool you."

"I don't scare easily, demon. I will fight for them," she surprised herself with the anger in her voice. She had worked hard to keep these girls from going father than they were, and she would not step back and let her work fail so fruitlessly. Her skin was glowing from within, an aura only he could see. Her emotions were never out of control, but this spawn of Hell was making her feel too much.

"You think you can defeat me, innocent one?" he asked, mocking her. He leaned back, slouching in the chair, arm draping over the back, completely arrogant.

"I know I can, evil one," she spat, hands gripping on the arms of the chair. She leaned forward slightly, trying to take the upper hand. Suddenly the room stilled, everyone that was around them faded away in a cloud of black smoke, tinged with red. Before she could comprehend the change she felt a fiery grip on her throat, her back against an invisible wall. She clawed at his hand, to no avail. He was strong and powerful, much more than she had anticipated. The blue of his eyes had completely disappeared and was replaced with red and yellow flames, blazing as if accelerant had been applied.

"How can you be so stupid, Angel?" he asked, his burning grip on her throat started to smoke. Her skin sizzling under his touch. Her hands on his were dealing their own damage. White light emitting and burning his hand like an acid, as if Holy Water had been applied. He ignored the pain, maintaining his grip on her neck, giving enough slack to allow her to gasp for breath and to reply.

His face was inches from hers, the relentless burn of his eyes and hands, the powerful vibrations of her crucifix almost too much to handle. "How can you be so arrogant?" she asked, voice hoarse and strangled from his grip. She tried to fight him, but his other arm pressed against her chest, keeping her still.

"I always get what I want, darling," he said with a smile, his face softening a little. There was a look about him that made her uneasy. He almost seemed intrigued by their conflict. Her own eyes had become divine, the black pupils replaced with bright white, surrounded by her emerald green irises. "You're quite beautiful, different from the other angels I've come across."

"You can't charm me like you do these poor mortals," she whispered, feeling his hot breath against her cheek. "I won't let you take them."

"We could always compromise, love," he said, licking a small line on her jaw. The searing pain from his tongue made her whimper slightly and he laughed.

"I don't make deals with your kind," she spat. He smiled before pressing himself against her, holding her completely still and allowing him to whisper into her ear.

"I either take both, or only one, Angel," he said, barely audible. "I don't want to end you, I quite like our banter, but I will if you get in my way."

Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was a demon really trying to make a deal with her? A deal involving the lives of two women? "How can you do that? How can you value their lives so little?" His grip on her throat was becoming increasingly painful, but she didn't let it show on her face, but she knew the skin under his hand would be red and black.

"How can you not? Mortal life is so fragile, it can be taken away so easily, as we both know," he said, giving her a smile and a small nod. She knew it all too well, how easy it was for his kind to suck their souls away from their bodies, and how easily she could lift them up to a better place. "Can we make a deal, Angel?"

Emma couldn't believe that she was considering his offer. Why would a demon be willing to compromise, and why would she be willing to accept? She knew that it would get ugly if they had to fight for the girls, and that, if she lost, both would be damned. If she did this, she would be breaking every command she had been given about her duties. If she did this, she would be punished, somehow. If she did this, at least one girl was saved. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes, on the edge of falling onto her cheeks. She noticed how the flame in his eyes was put out, replaced by the lovely blue she had seen earlier. He removed his hand from her neck, eyeing her burnt flesh before she rapidly started healing. "You'll only take one?"

"Yes, I may be a demon, but I believe in good form between supreme beings," he said, pulling his weight off of her. He could tell she felt defeated inside, she felt all the emotions of failure, without fighting a battle. He wasn't sure why he felt a tinge of regret seeing her so crushed, but her burnt skin and watery eyes made him feel bad about his behavior.

"Who do you want?" she asked, not looking into his eyes. She couldn't stand the sight of him, or herself, so she stared at the smoke covered ground, waiting for him to resume time and take them back to their seats, waiting for the girls.

"The one almost gone, the one with the attitude. I'll take her. You can have the innocent," he said, almost as if giving her a gift by taking the rotten one.

Emma sighed and closed her eyes tightly, she would be able to save Elsa, but Regina would be sacrificed for it. Emma was sacrificing what good was left in Regina for the purer soul in Elsa. A choice she was not equipped to make, a choice she was already regretting. "I guess you'll be taking her tonight?" she asked, wrapping her arms around her body, trying to keep herself composed. She looked up at him for a brief second, he simply nodded his answer to her, serious and genuine.

"So we have a deal, Angel?" he crossed his arms behind his back, standing up straight, and tilting his head down at her.

"Yes," she whispered, an unshed tear fell and stained her cheek. As they were returned back to real-time, in the bustling room of the speakeasy, in their chairs, the girls arrived. Emma gave them her fakest smile, wiping the tear away from her face. Killian moved closer to Regina, draping his arm over the back of her chair. Emma tried to hide her pain as she moved closer to Elsa, talking to the girl about what a wonderful night she was having. She could feel his eyes on her for the rest of the night, paying Regina enough attention to guarantee she would go home with him, but he mostly looked at her. She tried to ignore him, but his presence was too prominent.

Emma found herself watching Elsa sleep that night. Standing in the corner of her room, the young girl unaware of the heavenly presence. She watched her breathe deeply in her resting state, watched as the innocence was guarded, at least for the time being. Even though she was so happy the girl was able to escape her meeting with the demon, she wept quietly for Regina. She knew that Regina was giving herself over to him. She knew that the moment she called out his name in lust in the dark hour, she would be sealing her fate to him and the Hell below. She could feel the goodness seeping out of the woman, she could feel her sin amassing to something evil, and she felt him take the last bit of light from her and replace it with evil. She sank to her knees when she felt the woman's soul die, a stabbing sensation in her chest at her failure. On her knees, tears falling to the floor, she could hear the faintest of words from him, saying she made the right choice.

She walked over to the young blonde woman, kissed her forehead lightly before ascending into Heaven to receive her punishment. She didn't know what would happen, but she was prepared to accept it, whatever it was, wholeheartedly.


It was the middle of the night, the hour at which most people were home, asleep or getting there. The hour at which the world's most horrible people came out to play, horrible people and immortals, that is. Even in such a small town, evil would come out to play occasionally, and there were those who lived off of it. Storybrooke, Maine was somewhat off the grid. It was one of those towns that no one had ever heard of, and those who had grown up there wanted to leave. It was one of those sickeningly friendly towns, one where everyone knew everyone, and everyone's business was known by all. Of course, it had its small-town charms, but it also held secrets that came out after dark. There were many in town who had secrets that no one knew, but those with secrets knew others with them, as well.

He had made himself a regular in this town. There was always someone wanting to escape reality in this god-forsaken place, and it was his job (and pleasure) to help them along with that. Every new person was another soul to take and corrupt to serve where they belonged, in Hell below. He manipulated, he lied, and he fucked his influence onto those seeking their mortal desires, sealing their fate with the Devil.

He looked out of the window of his apartment, taking in the scenery of the night. Most everyone was asleep, being good humans, but there were a few committing any act of debauchery they could. He could feel the sin, almost like a vibration across his skin, but there was also something else. There was a presence that he hadn't felt in many decades. He wasn't even sure if he felt what he was feeling, surely it couldn't be this. He walked out of his room, stomped down the stairs and walked out onto the sidewalk outside of the apartment building. There was a burning smell, from above, filling his nostrils, there was a dull energy that resembled the divine, and there was the faint, sweet smell of someone familiar. He turned around, looking up into the sky to try to find the source of the energy, he stopped in his tracks when he saw it. High in the dark sky, a ball of white radiance came falling down towards a field on the outskirts of town. It was a phenomenon only he could see, he was the only one who could feel the shaking of the impact as the being hit the ground. He was the only one who knew that an angel just fell.

He stared out in disbelief, he had never witnessed an angel fall before. His master, a fallen angel himself, hadn't known of another fallen since him. I guess this one was the first in a long time. It was beautiful and tragic, all at the same time, watching the energy fall and fade, hitting the ground with a force stronger than he imagined. He should feel like a victory for his side has happened, but he can't. He remembers this energy, he remembers the smell. The angel with this signature had once made a deal with him, had once intrigued him enough to feel like he didn't have to kill her, had even made him feel the slightest tinge of remorse for charring her porcelain skin.

He ran his fingers through his hair. He was not only surprised that she so happened to land here, in this town with him, but he was also something that he hadn't felt in a long time, happy. He had wanted to run into that angel again, had wanted to talk to her again, and watch the faces she made at his ridiculous words. He would find her, he wanted to, but not tonight. He couldn't expose himself without knowing for sure what was going on. It could be a ruse, a simple trap to ambush him, so he would wait.

After walking back to his room, Killian sat in the chair that faced the window he was looking out of earlier. He had drawn the curtains back, allowing him the perfect view without being seen. In hour had passed before he saw her, beaten, bleeding, the rain pouring down her broken body, her golden hair plastered to her face. He stood and walked over to the window. His breath caught in his throat at the site of her, the thin garment barely covering her delicate form, the thick streaks of blood along her back, and the bruises from the fall. He watched her walk to the one place he didn't think she would want to go. He saw her crumble to the ground, crying at the door of the church, and the fiery hole of his heart ached for her. He couldn't leave her out like that, as he pushed himself from the glass, he saw two women find her and take her inside, stopping him in his tracks. He sighed in relief before sitting once again.

"Oh, Emma, what happened to you?" he asked himself, running a hand down his face. Tomorrow. He'd go see her tomorrow.


A/N: So, what did you think? I know a few asked about why she Fell, so here you go. I wasn't sure when I was going to put that part up, but I figured it was now or never. Are we excited that she Fell near Killian? How do we like Killian? All fiery and hot ;) Please, your reviews and PMs are the fucking fuel to my fire! I beg of you, let me know what you think! I do take requests for story ideas, just PM me those. Thanks for reading! PS: Rated M for a reason, don't fret :P - Bailey