Chapter 3:
~Who is this?~
"You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it."-Robin Williams (R.I.P XOX I hope you've realized how you've effected so many people.)
Emma sat up with a jerk, and all of her hair flew forward, landing in her face and on her shoulders. Instantly she remembered what happened and a shiver ran down her spine. That wasn't her. She wouldn't kill five people in cold blood, or even in warm blood. Something was definitely wrong. She glanced around her. She was still in the alley way. Shakily she rose to her feet and looked around again. She needed to find Killian. She took one step and almost fell to her knees. Crap! She glanced down at her leg. Through her torn pants she could see the deep gash that was dripping blood onto the ground. Emma clenched her teeth at the contact the wound was making with the air. Every breeze hurt like hell.
She somehow made it into a bar and found herself face to face with a brunette with tight curls falling around her face. "You should really do something about that cut," she said and smirked. "I could smell the blood from around the block. Also, wash your hair." The brunette brushed passed Emma and made her way down the road. Emma felt her hair and could feel the blood on it. Emma trudged through the bar with her injured leg, and walked right up to the bar maid. "I need help, does anyone in here do stitching?" She nodded and looked Emma over. "I do," she said and bent over, picking something up. She grabbed a plastic mini suit case and pulled out a needle and thread. "This might hurt a bit so bite something." Emma lifted her arm and bit down, hard as the needle penetrated her skin.
Emma looked up at the barmaid and smiled. "Thanks, what'll it cost me?" The barmaid smiled and shook her head. "Nothing, oh and there was a pirate passing through here not to long ago looking for a blonde. Would you happen to be her?" Emma sighed and sat down on the bar stool. "Probably, but I'm sure he's sailed away by now. I need to find out what's wrong with me." Emma said outloud more to herself than the barmaid. "Oh, and what's wrong with you?" Emma looked up at the barmaid and felt her eyes grow cold. "I killed five of the Queens bodyguards in cold blood." The barmaid laughed and filled a shot glass with whiskey. "I've killed , what's your name?" she asked as she passed her the shot glass. Emma sighed and drank the shot. "Emma."
"Well, Emma I think your pirate is here." Emma turned and found Killian starring. Right. At. Her. Then her blood drenched hair, then her sword, then her propped up leg. He quickly crossed the space between them and grabbed her arm, hoisting her up. "We need to leave now. They're looking for the woman who killed the guards and they know it was a blonde." Killian started to pull her from the bar but Emma glanced back. "Wait, whats your name?!" The barmaid smiled and tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear. "Ruby, hope to see you again Emma."
As they made their way back to the ship a guard approached them. He had eyes only for Emma. "I saw you earlier. I saw my buddies escort you out, you killed them didn't you. I don't care if the Queen wants you living, I'm killing you."
Emma drew her sword and swiftly cut his head off in one clean cut. She watched horrified as it fell to the ground. Killian dragged her back to the ship, where she fainted as soon as she hit the deck.
Emma gasped and looked around her. She pushed the covers off and stood up. She walked to the mirror and gasped when she saw her hair. It was red at the tips. Blood dyed. Emma glanced down at her leg. It actually wasn't hurting as much, she just got that sore feeling from it. She was also wearing a gown and instantly she wondered who changed her. She changed clothes into jeans, and a tank top. She pulled her hair up and put on the eyeliner along with the red lipstick. Emma silently made her way to deck and found Killian. It was obviously early in the morning, explaining the emptiness of the deck. She walked over to Killian who grunted when he saw her. "Glad to see your not dead, also nice to see I didn't have to change your clothes this time." Emma felt herself go bright red.
She reached out and smacked his arm by instinct. "Shut up." She turned to him and frowned. "I need to figure out what's wrong with me." Killian turned to her. "What do you mean?" he asked. "When I killed those guards it didn't feel like it was me. I felt...possessed." Killian frowned and reached out and pulled her to him. "There's nothing wrong with you, love. Trust me on that. You are absolutely flawless." Emma looked up at him, surprised. Instantly she found herself lost in his eyes, and leaning in for a kiss. He responded instantly by wrapping his arms around her. Emma reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. For some reason this felt familiar.
Emma gasped as Killian pulled out her ponytail and ran his hands through her hair. He started to lead her towards the stairs. No, she couldn't sleep with him. She wouldn't. She just met him. And yet, why did she feel like that was a lie. Emma bit her lip and pushed Killian back. "Sorry," she said and tried to not notice the hurt on Killian's face.
She headed She picked up a loaf of bread and spread some jam on it. She put it in her mouth, ignored the gasps from the crew as she walked back to her room. She collapsed on her bed, bread finished. She touched her mouth hesitantly. Killian bit her. She closed her eyes and curled up into a ball, munching on her bread. She didn't understand why it felt so familiar kissing Killian. She closed her eyes and couldn't remember anything. Emma got up and went back up to deck. This time the crew was up there too, and Emma stayed on far side of the ship, away from Killian. "We hit land today crew by lunch. Don't come back to the ship until dark." Emma had to raise an eyebrow at that. Killian's eyes found hers for one moment before dismissing them. He started walking over to her, but she went to join the crew members in a game of poker.
When they hit the city she instantly separated herself from the crew and Killian. She found herself wondering the streets admiring people's items up for sale. Ironically she didn't have any money. Then she came to a different booth.
"Oh, look who it is. Blood girl." The curly haired brunette smirked at Emma. Emma crossed her arms and looked her over and the stuff in her booth. "How'd you get here so fast?" Emma asked while admiring a nice red leather jacket. "You'd be surprised by how fast I can travel. How about you travel with me?"
Emma's attention snapped to the girl. "What? Why?" The girl smiled and handed her the jacket. "Yours," she pulled it back as Emma went to grab it. "But only if you come with me. I need you."
"For what?" Emma asked growing suspicious. "I need you to help me kill some...vampire's princess. I'm giving you an option here. It's come willingly and get the jacket and all the stuff or, don't and make me turn you into the Queen." Emma thrust out her hand and wrapped it around the girls throat. "How do you know about that?" The girl laughed. " I do my research, now let go before I make you." Emma let her go and looked her over. She was wearing black jeans a red shirt and a black leather jacket. "What's your name?" The girl smiled and winked. "Katherine, nice to meet you Emma."
