I'm bad, I know. I should not be starting a new story without finishing
both of my other ones. Please someone spank me!! It's just every time that
I try to sit down and wrote those other two, this idea keeps popping in my
head. So the way I figure it is, maybe if this one is out of my system I
can come up with the next chappys to the others. And I already promise that
I have this one planned out so it wont take to long, okay? Okay.
Summary: Jack met someone, in those ten years without the Pearl that became so obsessed with Jack she would kill anyone in her path to get to him. Now, 9 years later, she's back to claim him, except there's a problem, Jack's with Ana now. And she's not too happy about that.
Before I start, let me remind you I don't own any of the characters, settings, and so on in Pirates of the Caribbean, except for the ones I make up...sooner or later. I am not getting paid for this either, it is pure pleasure.
Enjoy!
A Deadly Obsession
-Chapter 1-
Bad Memory
The doorknob turned easily and Captain Jack Sparrow sashayed into the room with the young wench right on his heels.
"Close the door, luv." He ordered as he turned towards the dumpy bed smashed into the corner.
The young girl turned to shut the door, excited that her first night on the job would be spent with Jack Sparrow. The ladies always talked about him nonstop,
'Oh he's so good!'
'So in tune with what I want.'
'Amazing!'
And here she was showing them up with no experience! As she turned to face the man of such talk, her nose bumped his chest.
Jack's hands grabbed for the girl's and he lifted them above her head. Leaning down he licked her neck, hearing her breathing increase.
"Captain Sparrow!" She groaned.
"'I's Jack." He replied, letting go of her arms and running his fingertips down them.
"Hmm?"
Looking her straight in the eyes he grinned, "Ah' believe we've moved pass formalities."
"Oh well, just so you kno..." She tried to finish but Jack swung her around and walked her backwards toward the bed, "my name is Natalie."
"Got it." He pushed Natalie until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she ungracefully flopped on it.
Jack smirked at her fearful look, "Dontcha worry lass." As he leaned behind her to untie the ribbons of her dress, Natalie gave a small scream. Thinking maybe he should slow down and let the girl decide their pace, Jack removed his hands from their job.
Natalie couldn't move as she stared into the cold barrel of a gun. She felt Jack's hands leave her clothes and saw him from the corner of her eye as he sat up.
"Look luv, we can go 's slow as ya want." Jack tried to stay reasonable, after all he had said yes when Scarlet asked him to volunteer to bed the new one.
"Ya know, Jack, I don't 'precciate this much!" Another voice echoed.
Jack's head snapped around to the door and saw her there, her hand shaking furiously. "Devyn," Jack stood slowly, glancing at the pistol she had pointed at Natalie, "Why're you here? I thought ya was gone to Port Austan."
"I changed me mind. Couldn't live without ya." Devyn tugged at her sparkling red hair, pursing her lips together tightly and cocked the gun. She trained her wild eyes on the frightened wench still unmoved from before.
"Don't!" Jack shouted.
"I told ya before this, Jack. You promised not to go behind me back!" Devyn's shrill voice sounded through the room.
Jack remembered the oath he'd sworn to that night, that night before things had gotten crazy, before he'd been able to find out who Devyn really was.
"I's Tortuga, luv," He reasoned with her, "can't 'elp meself."
"I know, and I don't blame you at'll." Smiling sadistically, she nodded her head towards Natalie, "Her, however..."
"Please wait, Devyn! We can talk this out. Come on, I'll buy ye a drink and then we can 'head back to me place." Jack pleaded, trying to use her obsession with him to get out of this mess.
He knew Devyn, he knew she didn't want to really hurt anyone, she was too young to be thinking that way. But Jack also knew that the lust she carried for him was a deadly explosion if jealousy was ever a factor.
"Tha' sounds good Jack," Devyn pulled him from his thoughts and he sighed with relief knowing that jealousy hadn't got the better of her. "But I first, I need to get rid of a little uninvited company." Devyn smirked at her unfunny joke and squeezed the trigger, firing a speeding bullet between the young Natalie's eyes. Jack stood there, shocked, as Devyn turned and walked out the door.
"I'm ready now." She chuckled, leaning against the outside doorframe, gun still smoking in her hand. "Jack, I suggest we leave."
End Flashback
Jack Sparrow's eyes snapped open and he shot up in bed, breathing roughly, sweat covered his bare chest and his pants clung to his legs.
Anamaria shifted next to him and he laid back down turning to face her, wrapping a protective arm around her. Jack listened to her rhythmic breathing, wishing he could kiss her lips without waking her. But Ana was light sleeper, and they had had a hard day and she needed all the sleep she could get.
So did Jack, but he was finding it mighty difficult to fall back to sleep after having that nightmare. 'No not nightmare,' He thought, 'Memory. But why would ah' be 'aving memories bout that?'
And so the rest of the night went, with Jack not finding an answer to his question and never being able to fall back into a dreamless sleep. 'Lord, I'm not gonna be 'appy tomorrow.'
Thanks for reading and please review, it would mean oh-so-much to me! -Rachel
Summary: Jack met someone, in those ten years without the Pearl that became so obsessed with Jack she would kill anyone in her path to get to him. Now, 9 years later, she's back to claim him, except there's a problem, Jack's with Ana now. And she's not too happy about that.
Before I start, let me remind you I don't own any of the characters, settings, and so on in Pirates of the Caribbean, except for the ones I make up...sooner or later. I am not getting paid for this either, it is pure pleasure.
Enjoy!
A Deadly Obsession
-Chapter 1-
Bad Memory
The doorknob turned easily and Captain Jack Sparrow sashayed into the room with the young wench right on his heels.
"Close the door, luv." He ordered as he turned towards the dumpy bed smashed into the corner.
The young girl turned to shut the door, excited that her first night on the job would be spent with Jack Sparrow. The ladies always talked about him nonstop,
'Oh he's so good!'
'So in tune with what I want.'
'Amazing!'
And here she was showing them up with no experience! As she turned to face the man of such talk, her nose bumped his chest.
Jack's hands grabbed for the girl's and he lifted them above her head. Leaning down he licked her neck, hearing her breathing increase.
"Captain Sparrow!" She groaned.
"'I's Jack." He replied, letting go of her arms and running his fingertips down them.
"Hmm?"
Looking her straight in the eyes he grinned, "Ah' believe we've moved pass formalities."
"Oh well, just so you kno..." She tried to finish but Jack swung her around and walked her backwards toward the bed, "my name is Natalie."
"Got it." He pushed Natalie until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she ungracefully flopped on it.
Jack smirked at her fearful look, "Dontcha worry lass." As he leaned behind her to untie the ribbons of her dress, Natalie gave a small scream. Thinking maybe he should slow down and let the girl decide their pace, Jack removed his hands from their job.
Natalie couldn't move as she stared into the cold barrel of a gun. She felt Jack's hands leave her clothes and saw him from the corner of her eye as he sat up.
"Look luv, we can go 's slow as ya want." Jack tried to stay reasonable, after all he had said yes when Scarlet asked him to volunteer to bed the new one.
"Ya know, Jack, I don't 'precciate this much!" Another voice echoed.
Jack's head snapped around to the door and saw her there, her hand shaking furiously. "Devyn," Jack stood slowly, glancing at the pistol she had pointed at Natalie, "Why're you here? I thought ya was gone to Port Austan."
"I changed me mind. Couldn't live without ya." Devyn tugged at her sparkling red hair, pursing her lips together tightly and cocked the gun. She trained her wild eyes on the frightened wench still unmoved from before.
"Don't!" Jack shouted.
"I told ya before this, Jack. You promised not to go behind me back!" Devyn's shrill voice sounded through the room.
Jack remembered the oath he'd sworn to that night, that night before things had gotten crazy, before he'd been able to find out who Devyn really was.
"I's Tortuga, luv," He reasoned with her, "can't 'elp meself."
"I know, and I don't blame you at'll." Smiling sadistically, she nodded her head towards Natalie, "Her, however..."
"Please wait, Devyn! We can talk this out. Come on, I'll buy ye a drink and then we can 'head back to me place." Jack pleaded, trying to use her obsession with him to get out of this mess.
He knew Devyn, he knew she didn't want to really hurt anyone, she was too young to be thinking that way. But Jack also knew that the lust she carried for him was a deadly explosion if jealousy was ever a factor.
"Tha' sounds good Jack," Devyn pulled him from his thoughts and he sighed with relief knowing that jealousy hadn't got the better of her. "But I first, I need to get rid of a little uninvited company." Devyn smirked at her unfunny joke and squeezed the trigger, firing a speeding bullet between the young Natalie's eyes. Jack stood there, shocked, as Devyn turned and walked out the door.
"I'm ready now." She chuckled, leaning against the outside doorframe, gun still smoking in her hand. "Jack, I suggest we leave."
End Flashback
Jack Sparrow's eyes snapped open and he shot up in bed, breathing roughly, sweat covered his bare chest and his pants clung to his legs.
Anamaria shifted next to him and he laid back down turning to face her, wrapping a protective arm around her. Jack listened to her rhythmic breathing, wishing he could kiss her lips without waking her. But Ana was light sleeper, and they had had a hard day and she needed all the sleep she could get.
So did Jack, but he was finding it mighty difficult to fall back to sleep after having that nightmare. 'No not nightmare,' He thought, 'Memory. But why would ah' be 'aving memories bout that?'
And so the rest of the night went, with Jack not finding an answer to his question and never being able to fall back into a dreamless sleep. 'Lord, I'm not gonna be 'appy tomorrow.'
Thanks for reading and please review, it would mean oh-so-much to me! -Rachel