Entry Ten
I had been hiding outside of a vampire's cove for an hour now while the rain hailed down on me. I had been in the same position for an hour my body was just beginning to go numb. I could hear the newest recruit, Romir fidgeting next to me. He had come to the guild over three weeks ago from an Elven kingdom where he served as a knight. He was an attractive elf with his hair braided down his neck tightly and his almond colored brown eyes and olive skin with his pointed ears facing upward.
Melkan had thrown us together on his first day. I had managed to impress him well enough with my bow and dazzled him at my swordplay that he took an unnerving interest in me. He followed me around like a love sick puppy for most of the month until he was deemed fit to actual partake into some hunts. Point blame to Melkan for putting us together.
We sat outside for longer than entirely possible and I was almost sure that the vampire wouldn't come out of that cove to feast. It had been constant downpour for three hours and it didn't show any sort of signs of lighting up any time soon. Romir found a comfortable spot and kept his crossbow aimed toward the cove.
"May I ask you a question?" He asked cautiously.
"Depends on what the question is." I said blankly seeing a movement inside the cave. I gently cocked my bolt back and could see the paralyzing enchantment faintly glow green against the dark woods around us.
"Have you tried the pub that's just around the corner from the Sanctuary? I think you'd like it, a lot of the companions go there after missions and I was hoping-"
"Now," I hissed seeing a head poke out from the darkness. Romir sighed and turned back to his crossbow letting the bolt soar and hit the vampire straight in the face. My jaw dropped at his remarkable accuracy, I could hear her scream just before she combusted into flames.
"I was a marksman back at the kingdom. Now, would you possibly come with me to this pub sometime? I have yet to try regular mead."
I was still staring at the body in the distance. I felt as if I had been lied to this entire time, Romir had shown no signs of knowing how to use a crossbow properly and I expected him to fail completely on his first hunt just like I did. I whipped my head back to his, feeling shock still written all over my face.
"What do you say? Will you give me a chance?"
I was deciding whether I was insulted or flattered that Romir had faked his stupidity just to be close with me. I decided to mark it down as annoying since he wasted so much of my time. Nonetheless, I was impressed that he had summed up enough courage to ask me to go out to the pub with him. Most wouldn't even ask without knowing if I'd willingly go. I was torn between two choices, so instead, I stood up and walked back to the sanctuary.
~~~/~~~
Emma stumbled back into the Sanctuary well as the sun just began to fade behind her. Emma made her way toward the cistern to find Elsa standing in the center with an annoyed expression on her face. Emma's mind was fuzzy and her vision was blurry as she came up to her. Elsa raised an eyebrow at her drunken stupor while Emma pushed past her and went up the stairs.
"Where the icy hell have you been for most of the afternoon?"
"Rum…isn't it a lovely thing?"
"What?"
Emma hiccupped while she made her way upstairs. She was fully aware at Elsa's concern but decided to take it upon herself not to care. Emma held onto the railing while she made her way toward her room. She lost her footing only twice by the time she had thrust open her door to her bedchambers. She saw Killian raise his head from the window sill with his book in hand.
"Well, if it isn't mister…fancy…pants." Emma slurred pointing a finger at him while she held onto a poster of her bed. Killian raised an eyebrow to Emma and shot a look to Elsa.
"What have you done now?"
"I haven't done anything; I assumed this was your doing, fancy pants."
"His pants are rather fancy." Emma garbled.
"I'm not following."
"Sit, stay, follow should be an easy trick for you. She wasn't…drunk before she went to talk to you!"
"I'm not drunk! You're all just blurry!" Emma let another hiccup. She felt her armor beginning to wear down her aching body. Sighing, she began to strip herself of the armor. Killian raised his eyebrows in shock while a smirk rose over his face. Elsa turned her attention back to Emma with widening eyes she let out a curse.
"Oh, for Forcine's sake!" Elsa hissed flicking her wrist up to create a barrier between Killian and Emma.
"WHY MUST YOU KEEP DOING THAT?" Killian yelled throwing his book at the ice wall.
Emma had finally stripped down into her long woven tunic and slid onto her bed. She hiccupped while pulling the blanket over her legs. Her hair spilled over her pillows while she faced Elsa that lifted the icy barrier, revealing a very angry Killian.
"I'm sorry that you get sad when you don't get to see Emma naked, as much as you would like."
"Why is that you're always the one that's around when she strips?"
"I'm sorry, who stripped of her clothes last time? I'm sure it wasn't me."
"Can you two hush up already? I'm trying very hard to sleep and your conversation is making my mind hurt."
"This isn't over,"
"I don't think it ever will be."
Emma could feel her head throbbing while she finally began to drift away into unconsciousness where her stress could easily be avoided.
~~~/~~~
"Don't deny me, Emma."
Emma moaned feeling her body betraying herself as she leaned into Killian's touch. His hands raked over her chest grabbing her breasts while his teeth sunk into her neck. Emma was wild with desire feeling every inch of him, begging for him to take her.
"Killian, please don't tease me…" Emma purred feeling his hand sink underneath her skirt. His fingers slipped between her legs where she ached for him most. A whimper escaped Emma's mouth while she held onto the bedpost to hold her composure.
"Tell me you want me, love…" Killian growled sinking his fingers into her. Emma's body jerked at the contact. His thumb stroked the bundle of nerves and Emma could have sworn that she was going to lose her mind with every lick and bite he placed on her neck, marking her as his.
"I won't move my fingers until you tell me." Killian said harsher this time, his voice dark while he throbbed behind her. Emma rotated her hips against his fingers, desperately trying to rid of herself of the throbbing between her legs. She couldn't submit to him, she knew she couldn't.
"I-I can't tell you that Killian." She cried out when his thumb brushed her once again. Emma's grip on the bedpost tightened. She could feel warmth spreading across her palms but her mind was racing with thoughts of him trying to take her.
"Gods, yes you can. Just tell me you want me and I'll fuck you right here."
He said more hoarsely this time. Emma could tell in his voice that he was straining to take her, to make her his. She gave a yelp when his fingers began to move within her. She bent forward over the footboard, not paying attention to the sizzling hand marks on the bed post. Killian trailed wet kisses down each vertebra down her back while she arched her back against his touch.
"I can be yours, Emma, I can give you everything you want."
Emma's climax was fast approaching as she leaned back up against his chest, his fingers were thrusting faster. She fucked herself against his fingers, her hand overlapping and speeding up his thrusts. Her breathing was hoarse and her mind was blank, all she could think about was how close she was to reaching her climax.
"Gods," Killian groaned loudly as their bodies moved together pushing Emma closer to her breaking point. She felt him bite roughly into her shoulder while his free hand clawed at her side. Emma's body seized tightly as she let out a loud moan while her climax crashed over her.
"Killian!"
~~~/~~~
Emma's eyes fluttered open as her eyes cleared staring into a pair of alarming blue ones. Elsa hovered inches from her face with a raised eyebrow. Muttering a cuss word, Emma gently pushed herself away from her.
"How long have you been having Killian in your dreams?"
"What?"
"I couldn't help but pry—well, actually that's wrong. I was listening to you while you slept. You kept murmuring his name."
"Did-did Killian…?"
"I let the dog out before you got any louder. What were you dreaming about anyways?"
"I—I dreamed about things."
Elsa stared at her for a moment before rolling her eyes and sliding off Emma's bed. Emma leaned up and watched as Elsa began to create small snowflakes on her fingertips. She was still surprised that a vampire had such a unique ability with ice. She'd never seen anyone with such mastery and grace into every spell she created.
"How-how do you do that?"
Elsa turned to look at the small flake dancing and twirling around her fingertips.
"Make a snowflake? It's an easy beginner's trick."
"I mean, create magic? How did you come across being an arcane master of ice?"
Elsa looked at the snow flake in her palm and pursed her lips for a moment. She turned her head back to Emma and sat at the edge of the bed.
"When we were banished and cursed, people fled to all sorts of places because we believed we were hideous creatures unworthy of love. Most of us turned to solitude so no one could get hurt or see what kind of monsters we had become."
Emma could see sadness darken her face as she told her story. Small snowflakes appeared above her gently swirling around with each twist.
"I was ashamed of myself too and left most of the others behind. I traveled alone for most of my years. I put myself into books and solitude so I couldn't hurt anyone with my new immortality and I was unsure what I could do with myself at that point. I had read books of magic, trying to find something that fit with me. I couldn't become a Necromancer because you can't bring something back from the dead when you're already considered dead."
"You're considered dead?" Emma asked being a little alarmed at the speed the snowflakes had gathered around her. Elsa looked up and waved a hand while the snowflakes disappeared around her. She gave a small smile and nodded.
"Forcine cursed us to live a fate worse than death, immortality. He knew that us living for centuries would eventually drive us mad while we saw everyone we loved grow old and die while we stayed the same. But as to what I was saying. I tried to do fire and that blew up in my face—literally. I tried dark magic at one point and was very unimpressed since it was either consuming power or become all powerful. I had two other options: ice and nature. Ice suited me better since I could easily manipulate things with my hands and it took a couple of centuries but I had actually harnessed the energy to become a master. I was more powerful with my magic that it became part of me. I wasn't just a person that needed potions to physically create magic anymore. I was someone that depended on my own mind and my own skills to create the ice, it comes naturally now."
Emma opened her mouth to ask her another question but the door opened to cut her off. Elsa twisted her head around to see Killian poking his head in.
"Emma there is a very angry Gaelic man looking for you."
Emma smiled and turned to Elsa, "Do you want to see a grown man cry?"
"Not unless it's Killian."
~~~/~~~
"Gods above…this craftsmanship is unlike anything I have ever seen."
Emma watched as her blacksmith, Thrynn, gazed at Elsa's intricate armor. Emma sat back feeling Killian's eyes on her the entire time. She turned to make eye contact with him as he brought a mug of ale to his lips. His gaze was dark and hooded that nearly made a chill run down Emma's spine. She turned her head back toward Elsa.
"This craftsmanship was made by a man that could have easily been your ancestor." Elsa smiled at Thrynn. Emma tried to bite back her laugh seeing her pearly white teeth nearly glimmering against the fire nearby. Thrynn seemed to be uncaring of her being a vampire, Emma thought.
"Thrynn, I'd say this is the most attention you've ever given a woman before."
Emma laughed seeing him jerk his head toward her his braided beard flipping around as well. "I would never think I'd see such beautiful armor on such a beautiful woman."
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're tip-toeing along the lines of flirting with a vampire."
"I see no vampire but a woman with an impeccable taste of good armor."
"And I see a man with an impeccable taste in women," Elsa teased giving Emma a wink.
Thrynn threw his head back and gave a laugh, Emma watched the two chat happily about each other's armors. She never would that she'd be able to see a vampire hunter making advances a vampire. But then again, she was a vampire hunter that was marked with a werewolf. Emma tried to think of how she and Elsa had become unlikely friends.
That's when she realized that it seemed that Elsa was someone she could sympathize with. They had shared things in common, being the odd one out and to feel alone for most of their lives. She laughed again as Elsa touched Thrynn's impressive beard and he leaned out to nibble on her fingers.
Emma sighed rubbing her temples. She had a large migraine from drinking with her companions from last night and yet she wasn't regretting it. She turned her head out toward the field where they all trained together in their younger years. Her heart began to throb painfully, she briefly wondered when would she would see all these people again after this mission or if she ever will see them again.
She knew that she was supposed to be scared, that she was supposed to fear her objective but seeing Elsa in front of her made her nerves calm. She knew that she put trust in her and when push came to shove, Elsa would have her back. She turned to Killian and saw him laughing around with some of her companions, as much as she didn't want to admit it. She had Killian's trust and with the two of them she knew she could return from this mission successfully.