Beta'd by Angelfan984

Chapter 7 – Confusion

Emma awoke slowly, the dim evening light of the moon shining through the cracks in her curtains. Stretching into the soft warmth of the bed, she sighed in content happiness. For the first time in a very long time, she felt happy and safe, and she wasn't really sure how or why. It could not possibly all be linked to the man she even now could sense in the next room. Could it?

With thoughts of Killian, Emma climbed from the bed and got ready for the evening. She wondered what it would hold and what adventure she would experience that night. Eventually she would have to move on, because that was what she did, but for now she was ready to give into her very human urges. Sleeping on it only made her completely sure that she wanted him as a man, to hell with her rules. It would just be physical, nothing else, she promised herself.

With a small grin she pulled on her loose yoga pants and went to the still broken door, her foot falls silent on the soft carpet. She could hear him moving about on the other side of the door and she tried to pull the door open. All that she accomplished was the door coming crashing down to the floor towards her. Yelping, she jumped out of the way. And a soft chuckle reached her ears from the other side of the doorway.

"Determined little enchantress, I see." Killian spoke, his accent falling on her like warm rain. "You don't like to ask for much do you?" He questioned.

"I—Sorry. It looks like you will need to repair the door." She said, some of her determination fleeing her when she was face to face with the object of her lust. It had been years since she had allowed herself to give in to it, so she supposed it was to be expected. She pulled part of her bottom lip into her mouth and worried it with her teeth.

His thumb was instantly on her chin and gently releasing her lip from her teeth. The pad of his thumb brushed over her bottom lip once it was free, before his hand dropped to his side. "Easy love, you wouldn't want to damage your perfect mouth." The fact that he thought about her mouth turned her on. A shot of hunger for him went straight to her core. It took everything she had not to jump him right then and there. "I've made some breakfast." He gestured to the small table that held a plate with food piled on it.

"You made me breakfast?" Emma asked stunned that he had done something so kind. She wasn't used to people trying to take care of her, and he did it every time she turned around. She walked slowly over to the table.

"Well, not exactly, I ordered it, but my chefs are the best of the best." He paused. "I hope you like beignets. They are best when they are still warm." He urged her to pick one up.

She picked up the powdery concoction. It was warm to the touch still; the food must have just arrived. Bringing it to her mouth she took a bit of the sweet pastry. Her eyes closed instantly, it was so good. Soft, warm and sweet. "Mmmmhhh." She groaned. Finishing the pastry off, she licked the powdered sugar from her fingers and it was Killian's turn to groan. Her eyes snapped open; she had forgot he was there. His eyes were filled with a hot flame of lust and were fixated on her mouth, which she was certain was dusted with the sugar.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and his gaze darkened. His eyes looked stormy. Then something changed. His back stiffened and he shook himself. "After you are finished, gather your things, I'm taking you to Sanctuary this evening. You will be safe there. I will be back within the hour." He told her and then with a quickness that wasn't natural, he was gone.

Her appetite had vanished. The safety she had felt last night and earlier vanished with it. Disposable, that was what she was. Pain clenched her heart. Maybe she had allowed herself to open up to him without knowing she did it, because the pain that filled her was not a loss of just the physical. Confusion spread through her limbs making them feel heavy as she turned to go back to her bedroom to put the small things she had removed from her suitcase back inside.

Tears came to the corners of her eyes and she brushed them away violently, she would not cry because he was giving over her protection to someone else. She barely knew the guy. She wasn't his responsibility. She was no ones responsibility. Emma Swan knew how to take care of herself and she would do just that.

Killian stalked from his hotel into the already busy street. His cell phone buzzed and he clicked the answer button. "Aye?" He said into the receiver.

"Hook, it's Talon, there seems to be more activity over in the North quarter this evening. Where are you right now?"

"I am a few blocks from there. I will head over now and take care of it." He replied thankful for the distraction the hunting would give him. He ended the call without a goodbye, which was standard for them. His long strides took him farther and farther away from his temptation. The beignets had been a bad, bad idea. Watching her consume them filled him with a hunger of his own. He felt his teeth start to ache with the need to bite her. He shook his head at his own stupidity. Never before in his long life had he ever wanted to bite someone. He wasn't a monster. He killed the monsters. It was just another reason to get her to the safety of Sanctuary and away from him.

He arrived to the North quarter within minutes of hanging up the phone and immediately jumped into action. Thoughts of Emma were pushed from his mind as he took out Daimon after Daimon. There were a swarm of them and normally, a few of the Dark Hunters would join up to take them out quickly before their own powers were affected. But tonight he didn't need the backup. The pent up tension he felt spurred him on. The golden dust filled the air before long and the remained Daimon's opened a bolt hole and vanished inside of it. He dragged in a breath, only now realizing how hard he had been fighting. Pushing the hair from his brow he looked around at the empty alleyway they had been fighting in. He didn't know why they were all in an alleyway with no humans around. Had it been a trap?

Instantly he thought of Emma. If it hadn't been a trap, it could have been a distraction. Swearing under his breath he swung around and started running through the crowds back to his hotel. He had to get to Emma before it was too late. He arrived back at the room to find it empty. He tore through the spacious suite looking for her. Her bag was gone. No trace of her was left, save the untouched beignets. "Bloody hell!" He swore. She had left. Was the woman daft? He had told her she wasn't safe out there alone. He had promised he would keep her safe. How could he do that if she ran away?

Emma threw the duffel bag over her shoulder and started the long process of pushing her way through the crowd. She had to get away from this city. There was something wrong here, something that allowed her to let her guard down. She had done so well for years. Never letting anyone in. If they didn't get in and close to her, then they didn't hold the power to destroy her, like Neal had when he vanished.

She swallowed back more tears that wanted to fall. There was absolutely no way she would cry on a busy street over a guy that should mean nothing to her. With the one thought of getting as far away as possible repeating in her mind she pushed through the crowd.

About a quarter mile down the street the crowd started to thin and she realized she was reaching the outskirts of Bourbon street. All she had to do was find a small hotel to stay at for the night and then she would catch the first bus out in the morning. Not that she would sleep that night, she didn't feel even the tiniest bit tired. A few cabs waiting on the street and she walked over to one and climbed in.

"Where to beautiful?" The man asked as she shut the door.

"As far away from here as possible." She told him as she leaned back against the seat. Finally allowing a single tear to escape.

Panic filled him as he looked down at the street from the balcony trying to glimpse her blonde head in the crowd. He spotted her two blocks away already. Half tempted to jump to the ground from here and follow her, he knew he couldn't cause that big of a scene. So he spun around and followed her as quickly as he could.

Once he caught up to her he slowed his pace and blended into the shadows. If she wanted to leave he wouldn't stop her, but he would keep her safe while she did. She reached the end of the party area and the over abundance of shadows allowed him plenty of cover as she went over and climbed into a cab. He quickly got into a cab behind the one she was in. "Follow that cab." He told the startled driver as he pulled the car door open and climbed inside.

Without a word the cabbie started driving. The other cab drove at least a half hour out of town, to a small neighboring suburb. He watched as the cab turned into the parking lot of a Quality Inn. Pulling out his wallet he instructed the guy to stop and let him out here, he grabbed out two hundreds and handed them to the man. "Keep the change."

He blended into the shadows almost immediately and watched as she entered the building. She was safe now, away from the Big Easy and away from him. It was what he wanted. So why was he feeling so confused? Why did he want to go into that building and drag her back to his house to keep her safe?

A/N - It seems my muse has woken up from her slumber, or came back from her summer vacation. Which ever may be the case, it has allowed me to update for the second time in a week. ^.^ Hope you all enjoyed it. I go on vacation in a week, so I will try to get another chapter written before then and have one posted before I go.