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Summary: Captain Swan meets True Blood, staring Killian and Graham as vampires, and Emma as the town sheriff who gets sucked into their crazy world.

Chapter 3

Emma's "superpower" wasn't something that endeared her to many people, especially the small-minded kind of people she'd grown up with. Kids didn't tend to like the freak who could always tell when you were lying at Go Fish, which made her childhood a rather lonely one, minus Ruby's friendship, of course. As Emma stood in front of the bar next to Killian as he addressed his staff, she knew her superpower wouldn't make her very popular here, either.

"Someone here amongst you is a thief," Killian said, looking at each of his employees in turn. "And tonight we will determine exactly which one of you it is."

He began to pace in front of them, hands behind his back, and it wasn't hard to picture him doing the same aboard the deck of a pirate ship.

"Now, I believe myself to be quite a laid back, even benevolent, employer," Killian went on. "Do you not get paid vacations? Do you not get sick leave and holiday bonuses? What cause someone would have to steal from me, I know not, but know this," he said, stopping and narrowing his eyes at them. "When I have found the culprit, I shall not be so lenient. They will be punished in any way I see fit. If, however, that person should happen to come forward at this moment, I might be persuaded to show them mercy."

There was silence in the room as the staff eyed each other uneasily. "No one?" Killian asked. He smiled thinly. "Wonderful, then we will proceed."

He turned and gestured to Emma. "This is Sheriff Swan," he told them. "She will be questioning each of you. If she finds you to be free of suspicion, then you may go. Smee, you're up first."

Killian led them over to a more secluded part of the room, and she sat down across the table from the heavyset bartender who swallowed heavily.

"I swear I had nothing to do with the money being stolen, sir," he said to Killian, and despite his nervousness, Emma knew he was telling the truth.

Killian peered at him from where he was leaning against the wall nearby with Tink and their business partner Felix, another vampire. "Just answer her questions, Smee," he said, and nodded to Emma to begin.

She took a readying breath, eyes darting to Graham who also stood nearby, arms crossed over his chest. He gave her an encouraging nod, and she turned back to Smee.

"Alright, name and position?"

Emma started off by asking everyone general questions to get a feel for how they responded to things. She asked them about their job and about what kind of boss Killian was and whether they enjoyed working there. Although it would have been hard to say anything against the man when he was staring them down, the general feeling Emma got was that Killian was actually a well-liked boss, almost to the point of being hero-worshipped. The women were in love with him and the men (were also some of them in love with him) wanted to be him.

It grew clear as they went on that not one of the people she'd interviewed so far had any idea about the missing money. Their accountant was practically on the edge of a nervous breakdown as he explained that one day the money had been there and then the next, it was gone. But he was telling the truth when he said he had no idea who had gotten their hands on the money or how.

Finally, Tink brought over the last employee, a voluptuous brunette dressed in a barely there crop top and skirt. She looked disgruntled as she sat down across from Emma, but was quick to throw a flirtatious look Killian's way.

"Candy, the Sheriff here has some questions for you," Killian told her. "Be a good girl and answer them, will you?"

"Aye, aye, Captain," the girl said, batting her eyelashes at him, and Emma wanted to gag. She recognized the woman's voice from yesterday on the phone.

"Candy's not your real name, is it?" Emma had to ask.

Candy looked at Emma like she'd found her stuck to the bottom of her 4-inch stilettos. "Of course, it is," she snarled.

Lie.

"Mmhm, right," Emma said. "Well, now, Candy, what is your position here?"

"Any position Captain Jones wants," Candy simpered, giving Emma a smirk.

Emma couldn't resist throwing Killian the dirtiest, 'you've got to be kidding me' look. He arched an eyebrow at her, grinning for the first time all night, and the effect was striking to say the least. She immediately directed her attention back to Candy.

"Right, well, do you think you could expand on the extent of your other duties for me?"

Candy sighed like what Emma was asking was the biggest imposition, but went on to explain that she was both a waitress and the bar's day person. While the vampires were dead for the day, she handled deliveries, maintenance issues, and made bank deposits. The latter caught Emma's attention immediately.

"Then, you have access to the bar's safe and account numbers, I take it?" she asked.

This made Candy hesitate. "Yes," she responded.

"Candy, did you take Killian's money?" Emma asked bluntly, studying her every facial expression.

"Of course not!" she exclaimed, looking imploringly at Killian. "Captain, you know I would never!"

Again, not a lie, but not the truth either. "She didn't take the money," Emma stated firmly, and Killian's eyes flew over to meet hers. "But I think she knows who did."

"What?" Candy cried, chest heaving with manic. "That's crazy! This bitch has no idea what she's talking about!"

"Candy, do you know who stole my money?" Killian asked, edging closer to her, his eyes glittering darkly.

"No!" the girl insisted.

LIE.

God, this would be a lot simpler if she could just read her mind, Emma thought. And then, a funny thing happened. As Emma tried to concentrate on figuring out how to draw the truth out of her, the girl's voice sounded in her head.

I'm gonna die. Lord, please, help me, I never should have agreed to help him.

"Help who, Candy?" Emma blurted out.

Candy stared at her. "I didn't say anything."

The vampires were looking at her strangely, too, but Emma couldn't dwell on that, she was too busy listening to Candy's thoughts bounce around in her head.

Keep it together. He's gonna kill you if they find out!

"Who's gonna kill you, Candy?" Emma asked urgently. "What's his name?"

"Uhh," Candy hummed, and suddenly her face and mind went completely blank.

Emma huffed in frustration. "I can't get a read on her," she said. "It's like her mind's been wiped."

"She's been glamoured," Tink said instantly.

Emma's eyes widened. "It was a vampire."

And Candy didn't dare look in his direction, but she couldn't keep her mind from bringing up his face, and Emma gasped aloud. Before she could say anything, Felix was bearing down on her, knocking her right to the ground, his fangs bared and his hands around her neck. He was choking her and all she could think about was Henry and what would happen to him after she was dead.

Suddenly, a ripple went through Felix and the pressure around her neck was gone. She could do nothing more than watch in horror as he spewed out blood from his mouth and disintegrated right on top of her, coating her in his remains from head to toe. And kneeling in front of her, fangs bared, stake in hand, and eyes hard with anger, was Killian.

Emma's lips parted, and she drew in a shuddering breath. Some of Felix's blood was in her mouth, and she leaned over and attempted to spit it out. Killian regarded her warily, both of them tuning out Candy's sudden frantic screaming.

Slowly, Emma took stock of herself. There was sludge everywhere, in her hair, in her eyes, all over her clothes. "This was my favorite jacket," she croaked. It hurt to speak, and she couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes at the pain.

The sight of which seemed to compel Killian into action. "Tink, find some appropriate clothes for Miss Swan to change into. Humbert, glamour this little incident out of Candy's mind for me." He wrapped one arm around her back and one arm under her knees and hoisted her carefully up off the floor.

"Maybe I should—" Graham started, but didn't finish, and Emma distantly saw the commanding glare Killian threw his way.

The former pirate carried her down the hallway to his office, but bypassed that door in favor of another that said 'Employees Only.' Inside was a sort of locker room, and Killian brought her directly to the showers. He set her down gently, steadying her when she swayed a bit.

"Are you alright, Swan?" he asked, studying her.

Emma wanted to laugh. She'd just been almost chocked to death by a vampire before having said vampire be staked whilst on top of her, covering her completely in his remains. A hysterical giggle escaped her. "I'm just dandy," she said hoarsely, wincing at the pain in her throat.

Killian's hands came up to tilt her head so he could study her throat. Rage burned behind those too blue eyes of his. "I would stake him twice over for marring your lovely skin," he growled. He considered her bruises before drawing his wrist up to his mouth and biting it with his fangs.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He offered his bleeding wrist to her. "Drink," he commanded. "My blood with heal your wounds."

Emma knew all about V, she was a sheriff after all, and she looked from him to his wrist skeptically.

He sighed. "Vampire blood straight from the vein is different from V, love," he told her, guessing her thoughts correctly. "Your throat will take many days to heal, but my blood will heal you almost instantly. Now, if you don't drink, the wound's going to close up."

He situated himself behind her, bringing his arm around in front of her and offering it up to her mouth. Slowly, and feeling distantly as thought she would come to regret this, she drew his wrist up to her mouth, closed her lips around his wound and sucked.

The sound of his fangs snapping down, coupled with his low groan sent white heat straight to her core. He pushed closer to her, wrapping his free arm around her waist and pulling her back to grind his erection into her ass. His blood was thick with a metallic taste to it, but the more she drank, the more she wanted. His other hand made its way up from her waist to caress her breast, eliciting a moan from her, but it was the feeling of his fangs pricking her throat that brought to back to her senses. She struggled in his arms momentarily before he released her, and she spun around, putting a good couple of feet between them.

His pupils were fully blown, his fangs were bared, and he was looking at her as though he were an alcoholic and she was a bottle of his favorite liquor.

"My apologies," he murmured after a moment, his eyes clearing. "You are, quite simply, intoxicating, Swan."

Emma had no idea how to respond to that, especially seeing as how she was covered in blood and sludge; figured that that would be attractive to a vampire.

Luckily, he continued on, "Tink will bring you clothes and a towel. I will take my leave, unless…" He paused, heat simmering in his eyes again and a fangy smirk on his lips, "You require assistance?"

The shock was finally wearing off, and she felt much more like herself as she sent a dubious look his way.

His smirk widened to a full on grin and he nodded. "Another time, then," he conceded, before disappearing out the door.

When he was gone, Emma began the grisly task of peeling off her soiled clothing, tossing all of it into a nearby trashcan before hopping into the shower. She stood under the stream of hot water until the water flowing into the drain was no longer tinged red. Bits and pieces of vampire clogged the drain, and she tried not to gag. Never in a million years would she have ever imagined herself in this situation. It was just ridiculous. And what made it even more so was that now she somehow owed Killian Jones for saving her life.

Shaking that thought out of her head, she turned off the water and pulled back the curtain. Tink was standing there with a towel in her outstretched hand, and Emma clutched her chest in shock.

"Jesus Christ, could you not do that?" she asked, forcefully aware of the fact that she was stark naked.

Tink was unfazed. "Sorry!" she chirped, and with her fangs down like they were now, she reminded Emma a bit of what a vampire Barbie might look like. She took the proffered towel and wrapped herself securely in it. Tink set some clothes on the end of a nearby bench. "You need any help?"

Emma snorted. She and Killian obvious spent a lot of time together; they were so similar it was almost scary. "I think I can handle it from here," she told her.

The blonde pixie shrugged. "Suit yourself!" she said, and was gone in a flash.

Shaking her head, Emma regarded the clothing Tink had brought her. It was all merchandise from the bar's gift shop: a Dead Man's Chest t-shirt, a pair of shorts with a fanged skull and crossbones on them, and a pair of panties that had 'Ahoy!' printed across the ass. Charming.

Once she'd dressed and used the comb Tink had left with the clothes, she finally felt like a human being again. She slipped on the flip flops Tink had provided and made her way back to the bar. The area where Felix had been staked was now spotless, and the air smelled strongly of bleach. Killian and Tink looked to be in a serious conversation by the stage, and Graham sat apart from them nursing a Tru Blood. When he spotted her, he was instantly on his feet zipping in front of her.

He gripped her shoulders. "Emma, are you al—" He stopped abruptly, inhaling deeply through his nose. His eyes widened in horror. "You've taken Killian's blood," he whispered, before whipping his head around to glare at the vampire in question. "You gave her your blood?" he asked him accusingly.

"He did it to heal me," Emma came to his defense, and it had worked because the pain was completely gone. She felt better than ever, actually. "Or did you miss how Felix tried to crush my windpipe?" She wasn't bitter or anything, but where exactly had Graham been when she had been getting the life choked out of her?

"Emma, you don't understand," Graham told her as Killian watched on coolly. "Our blood doesn't just heal. He'll be able to know things about you now. He'll be able to feel your emotions, be able to find you wherever you are. You're connected now."

She could feel the panic in her rising as she looked from Graham to Killian, who didn't deny anything. "You son of a bitch," she bit out, clenching her hands into fists. Seriously, why did she always forget to bring her gun with the wooden bullets when she came here?

Killian held up his hands in a placating gesture. "No need for name calling, love," he said. "'S bad form. I had no ulterior motive in giving you my blood other than seeing to your wounds. The other effects are just ancillary benefits."

He shrugged, increasing her anger tenfold. She couldn't believe she'd come here for his help, couldn't believe she'd let herself trust him. When would she learn?

"Graham, let's go."

She made a beeline for the exit, but Killian blocked her path. "Wait, Swan, I—," he stumbled over his words as she glared up at him. "I apologize. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that."

"Damn right, you shouldn't have," she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. Face to face with him, she couldn't forget the way he'd held to her tight against him or the heat that had risen between them.

"It was never my intention for you to get harmed tonight," he continued on, and Emma wished she had the strength to look away from his eyes. "And I'm sorry for that as well. I am very grateful for your assistance, however. I am in your debt. Once I am done with my affairs here, I will devote my full attention to your case, that I promise you."

Emma swallowed the lump in her throat at his words. "Yeah, whatever," she said dismissively, and brushed passed him on the way to the door without so much as a goodbye.

The fresh air of the parking lot made her feel almost numb, and Graham was at her side as they crossed the now empty parking lot. "Why don't I drive?" he suggested lightly, and Emma handed over the keys, suddenly too tired to argue.

She slumped into the passenger seat, and let out a deep breath when they finally pulled out of the parking lot. Grabbing her phone from her bag, she texted Ruby that she'd be home son, hoping her friend wouldn't pester her with questions about why she'd left wearing one outfit and returned wearing another one.

"Emma?" Graham asked hesitantly, shattering the silence in the car. "What happened back there when you were questioning Candy?"

His words brought back the unfamiliar sensation of hearing Candy's voice in her head. After shit had hit the fan, the incident had completely slipped her mind.

"Honestly, I have no idea," she said. "One minute, I was reading her lies and then the next I was—"

"Reading her mind," Graham finished, an indecipherable edge to his voice.

"Yeah." Emma shook her head. "Nothing like that's ever happened to me before."

He didn't respond and Emma glanced over to him. His lips were pursed as if he wanted to say something, and when his eyes darted over to her, she urged him on with a raise of her eyebrows.

"You must tell no one of this," Graham said tersely. "It's dangerous enough that Killian knows. If anyone else were to discover your powers, it could spell trouble for you and your boy."

Emma said nothing in response, and the rest of the ride back to Bon Temps was spent in silence. Her mind was reeling internally, though. Powers? The vampires coming out of the coffin had opened her mind up to a lot of things, but a belief in magic was not one of them. She wasn't freakin' Harry Potter for Christ's sake. No, whatever had happened tonight was a fluke.

Ruby was luckily too firmly embroiled in her own troubles to barrage Emma with questions about her night, and accepted Graham's offer to walk with her back to the inn. Emma checked on Henry, who slept soundly in his bed, blissfully aware of her bizarre night, before slipping up to her room. There she took two Benadryls, and crawled under the covers; the last thing she needed was to have any nightmares of what had happened back at the club. She was out within minutes.

The next morning, when she went outside to get the paper, there was a package on her front step. On top of the package was a stack of newspapers from another small town in Louisiana, all dated 1989, and all had to do with a serial killer who was bludgeoning young women to death. A note written in elegant penmanship sat on top.

Swan,

Dawn is rapidly approaching, so I must be brief. Your case might be even more dangerous than originally thought. When I saw the photos of the crime scenes and victims, they immediately reminded me of another serial killer with the same methods in the late 80's. One of his victims was a companion of mine, a woman named Milah. I hope these newspapers will be of some use to you as it would give me great pleasure to see the bastard who killed her brought to justice at your hand.

As for the second package, I know it cannot begin to make up for what happened last night, but it is the least I can do. It was never my intention to betray your trust, and I shall endeavor my hardest to win it back. I would ask that you be careful, but I know you would just insist that you can take care of yourself.

Yours,

KJ

Slightly stunned, Emma's eyes darted around her front lawn as if Killian was hiding out behind a tree (which was ludicrous in and of itself since it was light out), before picking up the package and bringing it inside. She set the newspapers aside to be inspected later, and started tearing at the tape at the top of the box, more than a little curious about it's contents. When she parted the flaps, a gasp escaped her lips involuntarily.

Nestled inside amongst the tissue paper, was a brand new, red leather jacket; an exact replica of her favorite one that had gotten ruined the night before.

TBC

A/N: Thank you all again for your reviews! I cherish each and every one of them! This chapter was really fun to write, and with every chapter I find myself thinking of more and more future plotlines, so I hope you'll all stick along for the ride! Please review! :)