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Through the mist
Through the woods
Through the darkness and the shadows
It's a nightmare but it's one exciting ride
Say a prayer
Then we're there
At the drawbridge of a castle
And there's something truly terrible inside
It's a beast
He's got fangs
Razor sharp ones
Massive paws
Killer claws for the feast
Hear him roar
See him foam
But we're not coming home '
Til he's dead
Good and dead
Kill the Beast!
~The Mob Song: Beauty and the Beast
Killian grabs his chest, gropes for a table edge, a hand, anything, because he's fading, and he's fading fast.
POUND.
POUND.
POUND.
POUND.
Killian listens to their pounding, counts two hundred pounds before they abruptly stop.
He lived a life for two hundred years.
Now it, as well, is coming to an abrupt stop.
He looks out the window and sees a single lantern, flying around as the man holding yells incessantly.
He smiles.
He had one lantern. Emma. His Emma was the only light he needed, as the world created incessant commotion.
Two hundred years and one love. One love and two hundred years.
A door slams.
My door, he thinks quietly.
His breathing is slow, smooth, deep. His heart beat is not fast, but almost silent.
He watches from the top of the staircase as strangers, mosters, fill into his home, calling for his death. He stands tall and walks purposefully to the roof.
He doesn't fear death.
Without Emma?
He welcomes it.
...
Emma's heart pounds as she runs, races, flies to Killian.
I will find you, Killian. I will always find you.
Her heart flies to her throat as she reaches the castle, and sees a man, a beautifully broken man, waiting patiently on the roof for his death.
Emma can't talk, so she doesn't try, and wastes no time in chasing after Baelfire's retreating figure up the stairs.
She chokes back tears.
I've found you Killian.
...
David sits in his prison. It's not too different from sitting by himself.
Life is a prison.
But love?
Love is no prison.
Killian set Emma free.
He smiles because he knows Emma will return the favor.
Standing resolutely, he pulls out a pocket knife and works on the lock of the carriage that has been abandoned for a Monster.
Emma will save Killian.
But David will be darned if he doesn't help.
Breakign free from his prison, breaking free from his mind and his walls and his past and his debts, David runs into the night, and shouts:
"Mary-Margaret, help me save our baby."
...
An Angel in Heaven smiles up at her King, who smiles back and her. She jumps from a cloud and lands on the ground and runs beside the husband that she knows can't see her, but can feel her, and together they smile up to the Skies.
...
Baeflire runs up the stairs. The idiot of the man, moster, rival, whatever-it-was, had trapped itself on the roof. All Baelfire had to do was shove or shoot.
He reaches the roof and smiles maliciously at the figure before him. "FACE ME, MONSTER!" He yells.
It ignores him.
"FINE!" he shouts.
A voice, presumably the figure's, says, "Fine."
Baelfire feels just the slightest unnerved, and clenches his fists. "FACE ME OR FACE YOUR DOOM!" he shouts angrily.
It still does not face him.
Oh, well.
Baelfire aims his crossbow, straight at the heart that Emma seemed to have claimed as hers.
...
Emma rushes up, the air blowing beside her, and petals seem to be flying around her, surrounding her, guarding her. Only one petal is left.
She reaches the roof just in time to see Baelfire aim.
"NO!" she shouts, and plunges forward to try and wrench the bloody thing from his hand.
His hand, however pulls the trigger, and an earthshattering howl, neither man nor monster fills the air, and thunder rumbles, as though the Angels themselves were raging.
"I! HATE! YOU!" she screams at him.
Baelfire looks terrified, and stumbles back, so far back, that even though she hates him, she would have warned him if she had known, and he falls off the side of a castle, like a villain in a fairy tale.
...
Mary Margaret sobs.
David lets silent tears fall down his face.
They feel it. The feel of a Love more pure and true than a babe as it begins to fade.
...
Killian only vaguely registers the noises, the smells, the sights. He only registers the pain.
Had he heard Emma's voice?
No. That would be impossible.
"KILLIAN!"
His eyes snap open and sees his Savior, his Beautiful, Broken Emma.
She's holding a rose, with a petal hanging on a thread of hope.
"You found me," he whispers, before coughing blood. There's an arrow in his shoulder, but the rose is killing him, leaving Emma so alone is killing him.
She gives a watery laugh. "I will always find you," she says. "You bloody idiot, I will always find you."
Killian opens his mouth to talk, but the blood in his mouth is warm and thick, and no words come out.
So he tells himself a fairy tale, like he and Emma used to read to each other.
Once upon a time,
Emma is sobbing.
There was a man so blinded by rage, he was cursed to become a monster until he could find True Love.
A man that looks like Emma appears,and he can tell someone else is there too, like a wind, but more like an Angel.
It was a curse worse than death itself, for who could love a monster?
The rose quivers, trying to give him a moment more. He thanks it silently.
He lived two hundred years alone, until one day
He gazes into Emma's golden green eyes.
He met a beautiful princess and fell in love with her.
The man grabs Emma's shoulder, and the Spirit becomes visible through Death's Door and smiles at him.
It took what felt like two THOUSAND years to tame her, for her to tame him.
His winds are frantic, and he feels bad, because they're losing their chance, too.
But when things finally started to look beautiful, it was taken away.
Everyone seems to lose their chances in this situation,and it's all his fault.
But the man did not fear death.
So he lie there and waited with the woman he loved by his side,
Emma kisses his knuckles, and even in his last moments, his stomach gets invaded with butterflies.
and he died.
The winds, in the first time he can ever remember, become still, and he closes his eyes.
For a moment, he almost imagines Emma's broken, watery voice say, "I love you," as the last petal falls onto his broken chest.
The end.
A/N:
I'm sorry it took so long to update. I am really dreading the ending because, to quote the tenth Doctor, " I don't want to go."
The next chapter will be the last. I am legit about to cry, I miss you all so very much. PM me every now and again, yeah?
Adieu, Adieu, Farewell to you,
Until we meet again.
See you next chapter.
Hugs and Kisses and The End Is Near,
~Mrs Killian Jones: Pureblood