"Vampire?" David shook his head as he closed the car door behind him. "It's actually kind of cool."
A serene smile crept over Mary Margaret's lips, despite the fact that she might be losing her best friends. "You're cool too," she giggled at her husband's obvious envy.
Chuckling at her attempt to patronize him, he reached a hand out to cup her face, and tried to comfort her. "Don't worry, we will figure something out. You won't lose her too."
Mary Margaret leaned her head against his palm, "Thank you for always knowing what to say."
"You're welcome, dear wife," he answered with a bright smile, then leaned in and kissed her softly.
"You're very charming," she murmured into his lips.
"David will do," he jested, then started up the truck. "Let's get you home, it's been an interesting evening."
"I'm okay," his wife told him as they pulled away. "I actually feel more like myself than I have since his disappearance. Like the part of me that broke that day, it isn't just a void anymore. It's… well it's hard to explain. I feel whole again."
"Are you telling me Killian Jones makes you feel whole? We might have a serious issue here… Snow." David was teasing her, of course, by using Killian's nickname for her, he didn't have a jealous bone in his body. There was one thing he was certain of, he wasn't sure where the certainty came from, but he knew he and Mary Margaret were born to be, meant to be, and destined to be together.
Backhanding her husband's arm, Mary Margaret laughed loudly. "In a strange way his presence just made me feel like I was more back to my old self than I have been… for a very long time. But no, Killian doesn't make me feel whole, only you and your love fill this heart."
"The feeling is mutual, dar-"
"Stop! Stop the car, David. Pull over."
David screeched to a halt. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, sorry. Nothing, I just. I've been wanting to go to the library since, well I can't remember. Every time I pass it I want to stop, I just haven't made the time."
"Is there a new must read book series out? One of your bawdy supernatural romance novels just hit the shelves?"
"Oh please, Mr. I heart fairies, I'm not the only one who likes other worldly beings. Here I thought you just wanted to be the boy who never grew up, now I know the real reason you like for me to dress up as Tinkerbell for Halloween."
David ducked his head, "Dammit, Jones," he muttered.
The couple exited their car and headed inside the deserted library.
"Are you sure it's even open?" David asked. "Hours of operations state it's closed already."
"It must be open," Mary Margaret said as she easily swung the door open.
"And what are we here for again?"
"I don't know, I've just been wanting to stop by," she mumbled. She felt drawn to the space, unsure why. Scanning row after row of books, she was certain she would find the answer.
"I knew you would return, I didn't know when, but I knew one day you'd be back."
Mary Margaret jumped at the voice behind her. Turning around she assessed the petite, brunette woman before her. She looked vaguely familiar, like a memory that was locked away, just beyond her cognizance. "How do you know me? And why am I suddenly drawn here?"
"Call it a failsafe. I had to make a backdoor in the spell in case you had a change of heart."
"What the hell are you talking about?" David demanded as he wrapped a protective arm around his wife's shoulders.
"And who are you?" Mary Margaret added, "You better start giving us some answers or we're leaving."
"No you won't. You sought me out. You're at the public library which has been closed for two hours, you have no idea why, and a burning need to understand."
"Alright, that's it, let's go Mary Margaret, this place gives me the creeps."
"David, she's right. I have to know. Ever since seeing Killian it's like an internal compass is driving me."
The young woman looked between the couple as they shared an understanding. When it seemed as though they'd decided to stay, she spoke. "You'll never believe me if I just tell you. I'll have to show you, are you ready?"
The last time David had heard those words, his dead friend had shown up as a vampire, was he ready for this? Mary Margaret nodded her head once in acknowledgement. Then in a flash so blinding the couple had to squeeze their eyes shut momentarily, the librarian morphed before them.
Her tight bun was replaced by free flowing tendrils of dark auburn hair, her once simple blue dress now shined and flowed as though levitating. In fact as David and Mary Margaret continued to stare they realized she herself was levitating, and had… "Wings? Well now I've seen it all," David muttered.
The floating woman chanted an incantation lowly, then reaching into a satchel around her neck she produced a powdery substance that she blew along a wave of wind that engulfed David and Mary Margaret.
"Snow?"
"Charming?"
"Ahhh yes, you're Snow White, you're Prince Charming, I'm Belle, the librarian. Now, follow me. Let's get your memories."
"Belle!" Snow cried out. "It's so good to see you. But… what happened. I mean-"
"Too much to explain dearest, let me get you all you need."
Belle led them through the dusty aisles of the library, finally arriving at the fairy tales section. She pulled out a brown tome with gold lettering and handed it to Snow.
"Once Upon a Time," she read as she ran a hand over the vaguely familiar book.
"Inside this book you will find all the answers you need. You came to me, that tells me something is amiss or someone needs your help. So the sooner you read the book the faster you'll be able to proceed with whatever led you toward finding home. I'll leave you to it." In another blinding light the fairy was gone and replaced by an elderly woman neither had ever seen before.
"How can I help you" the little old lady asked sweetly. She looked around as if confused to how she'd gotten to this part of the library.
"Oh, we found what we're looking for," David said. The couple watched as the librarian made her way back to her desk before speaking.
"Home, David… I mean Char-"
"David is probably best, at least while we are here," Charming chucked. He couldn't very well go by Charming in this land.
"Right," Snow answered.
David surged forward to kiss his wife. "How is it possible to miss you when I've had you the whole time?" he asked between kisses.
"I don't know," Snow answered, desperate to connect in a more primal nature. "Take me home."
"Shit," David cursed.
"David, that mouth tonight! So much- holy shit!" Snow dropped the book that had been secured at her side and clapped a hand over her mouth the moment the words were spoken.
"Ha! See, hard to control isn't it," David taunted.
Bits and pieces were starting to come back to her now. "You're beautiful," she told her husband who had literally sprouted wings. "Did that happen because… you know," she waved a finger between the two of them with a smirk on her lips.
"Yeah, well now that I have wings, Jones is going to find out I'm a fairy, he'll never let me hear the end of it. Let's have Belle make us forget again."
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Hey, I was just kidding. It was supposed to be funny. I never want to forget again," David apologized.
"It's not that, David. Emma and Killian… they're, well he is and she will be vampire. We can never see them again."
David pulled his wife into his arms. "I don't believe that. We will figure this out." He picked up the book in one hand and grasped Snow's hand in his other. "Let's get home."
~CS~
Emma woke as the sun peeked through the trees, it was unbelievably bright again after a night spent with her vampire. She went inside and crawled into bed, throwing the blankets over her head. Delighting in the satiation that vibrated in her body Emma dozed off to sleep once more. May as well enjoy it while I can, she thought.
Just like the day before, Emma was woken by loud pounding on her door, and just as she had the day before she stomped in annoyance to answer it. Throwing open the door she was greeted by David and Mary Margaret.
"Hey guys, you come to make sure I didn't disappear again?" She left the door open for them to come in and went to the kitchen for coffee.
Emma turned around to see the couple still standing in her doorway. "Jeez, it was a joke. I told you I wouldn't just up and leave again." When she still got no response other than the scrutinizing gazes of her two friends she huffed with impatience. "You guys are being weird. If you're here to try to get me to change my mind you can just forget it. I am going to be with Killian forever, I will be a vampire." She plopped into her couch getting comfortable for whatever lecture might come.
The sighs of relief the couple let out made it seem as though they'd been holding their breath for days.
"We weren't sure if you'd turned already," David said. "Sit down."
"I am sitting, Nolan, what gives?"
"Right, sorry." He rubbed his hands together nervously before setting them upon hips as was customary when he was about to dole out some harsh truths or make a plan.
Man, Emma hoped it was the latter.
"In the words of the librarian, you'll never believe me if I just tell you. I'll have to show you, are you ready?"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but sure, I'm ready."
The couple joined hands, closed their eyes, and then transformed.
Emma jumped up on the couch as if she'd seen a mouse scamper across the floor. "What the everloving fuck is going on?"
She watched in rapt fascination as their ears elongated into points and a stray thought crossed her chaotic mind, was Killian part fairy, is that why he had cute little pointy ears. David and Mary Margaret were devastatingly gorgeous. Light, airy, glowing almost, their skin angelic looking, eyes bright.
Stepping off the couch, she paced her living room floor. Emma tried to make sense of everything. Was everyone in her life some sort of special being, or had she really created a world all her own. The odds weren't in her favor.
"Emma?" Snow said softly.
"Nope. Not ready. Still processing."
"Oh, come on!" David sputtered, "Jones is a vampire and you're freaking out about us?"
"He has pointy teeth, you're fucking floating in the air… you have... wings! What else exists? How can everything be so vastly fucked. I mean what is going on with my life."
"Well, that's why we're here," Snow started, "we want to explain some things that might help you and Killian."
"Killian's not here right now, he's kind of nocturnal these days."
"That's why we are here now. I don't know how much you know about the supernatural-"
"Uh, nothing, except what I've learned in the last 48 hours."
"Let's just have a crash course then. Fairies, vampires, werewolves, mermaids, witches, warlocks, selkies, sidhe, ghosts, demons, angels, dragons, elves, imps, and the list goes on, they all exist. Just like vampires and werewolves are arch enemies, vampires and fairies are not too fond of each other either."
"More like we are their favorite prey, which kind of puts a damper on interspecies mingling," David added to his wife's vague depiction of the vampire fairy relationship.
"Anyhow," Snow continued, "there is a town where they all coexist, it is through the portal Killian talked about-"
"Wait, how do you suddenly know so much about all this?"
"Well, that part was coming up. We are obviously fairies, don't laugh," David demanded narrowing his eyes.
Emma couldn't help but crack a little smile, Killian was never going to let David here the end of this. "So how do you know about the portal, and why did you wait to say anything."
Snow held up the book. "All of the answers are in here, we only found out last night after leaving here. It's not a short answer, but the condensed version is, after leaving here I was drawn to the library like a magnet, a fairy blew some fairy dust on us and restored our memories, and gave us this book."
A hysterical laugh burst forth from Emma. "What?"
Snow continued on, unperturbed. "Listen, Emma. David and I are from the town that lies inside that portal. We left several years ago after my stepmother attempted to kill me. My real name is Snow White and this is Prince Charming."
"Okay, I get it. You guys don't believe me about Killian, you think it's some kind of hoax, now you're trying to make me realize how ridiculous I'm being." Emma walked over to her door and opened it then gestured with her hand for them to leave. "You are welcome back when you believe me."
Both David and Mary Margaret plopped down on her couch, making it clear they were not budging. "Wait," David started, "you believe Killian is a vampire, but you don't believe we are fairies? If we'd said werewolves would you have believed us?"
"It has nothing to do with the type of supernatural, you oversold it with the fucking fairytale bullshit. Although the levitation trick was cool. You'll have to fill me in when we are on speaking terms again."
Snow's jaw hit the floor, "Emma Swan, I will have you know I am Princess Snow White of Misthaven. David is my Prince Charming, and I don't care what you say. We are not leaving here until you believe us."
Before Emma could say another word Snow disappeared before her eyes. "Oh, shit," Emma screeched as she realized Mary Margaret hadn't disappeared, but had transformed to the size of a bee and was now dive bombing her face. She swatted her hands in the air trying to get the bug like being away from her.
"Hey! Careful! You'll hurt her!" David shouted.
No sooner were the words out of David's mouth than Emma's hand connected with the tiny fairy.
Mary Margaret dropped to the floor and immediately transformed back to her human size. She hugged her middle, trying to catch her breath. "Do you believe me now?" she gasped.
David was by her side in a moment comforting his wife. He helped her to a sitting position, then conjured a glass of water for her.
Emma trudged over to her couch and dramatically flopped onto it. "You're telekinetic too, wow."
"It's called magic, Emma," David said.
"Whatever, you say magic, I say telekinesis."
"Why is it so hard for you to believe when it comes to us?" he asked.
"I don't know. I guess part of me still doubted everything that's going on. I mean I was convinced for a long time that I had made an alternate universe in my head where Killian existed. Apparently it's all real."
"That's the spirit," Mary Margaret singsonged. "The quicker we get you on board, the quicker we can all leave for Storybrooke." She hopped up off the floor and went to the table to grab the book.
"Wait, what? You guys are leaving everything behind?"
"We don't have to. The portal is open to come and go as we please so long as we follow proper procedures."
"Proper procedures?" Emma questioned.
"No human killing, no bringing humans to Storybrooke, keep the supernatural world a super secret society, you know, all pretty simple stuff," Snow beamed.
"Simple to those who know them. It might take me a minute. And in case you forgot, I am human. Why am I going there?"
"According to you, you will be vampire, and therefore you will be welcome in Storybrooke," David answered, getting up from the floor and making his way to his wife's side
"And according to you, you will be my favorite prey."
"That's why we needed to make sure you hadn't been changed yet. You have to talk to Killian before we see him again. Now that our true nature is revealed, our scent will be unmasked to him. It will take superhuman restraint for him to not do what's in his nature."
"Jesus, David, he can barely control himself around me, and I'm just a human."
"I for one do not want to know about all that, thank you," David scolded. "I think he can do it, but you will have to warn him first so that he is sustained before we meet. Over time, you will both easily be able to suppress your preternatural urges where we are concerned."
"And why are we suddenly in a rush to family style roadtrip it to Stonybrook?"
"Storybrooke," Mary Margaret corrected. "Stonybrook is from the Babysitters Club books that you told me you read as a little girl."
"Whatever, what's the rush?"
"Well, David and I were talking last night, and we realize now fleeing was the worst thing to do. When Rumple gave us the option to leave permanently he assured us we would remain together, he didn't tell us we would be living with false memories."
Emma narrowed her eyes. "As in Rumplestiltskin?"
"That's the one."
"Is he as maniacal in your world as he is in our fiction?"
"Worse," the couple replied in unison.
"Anyhow, that's beside the point. Seeing Killian must have jogged something deep in my memories, and that led me to the library to uncover the truth of who we are. I'm ready to go home, to be among my people, our kind. And we need to save Storybrooke from the Evil Queen, my stepmother, Regina."
"We?"
"It is fabled that a vampire and his true love, whom he turned to save her life, would be the ultimate demise of Regina. That has to be you and Killian," Mary Margaret explained with a voice full of hope. "Here, it's all in this book." She handed the large book to Emma.
"Hmmm, a story book from Storybrooke. Okay, say for one minute this is true-"
"It is true," they shouted together.
"Hey, you guys need to cut that in love, same thoughts shit out. Say for one minute Killian and I are this couple, how the hell are we supposed to bring down this wicked witch?"
"Oh, she's not the wicked witch, that's my step aunt. Long story, that."
Emma facepalmed. "Is there any literary character or monster that is not real?"
"Uh… no, none that come to mind," Mary Margaret replied sheepishly.
Emma let out a long suffering sigh before she heaved herself up off the couch. "Alright, I have a lot to do today. I'm going to the station to put in my resignation, I need to read this book, then I need to talk a vampire into not sucking you two dry."
Mary Margaret clasped her hands together in excitement. "Thank you, Emma!"
"Don't thank me yet. There's no promises he'll agree."
"You have that man wrapped so tightly around your little finger, he'd walk in the sunlight for you."
Emma smirked at David knowing he wasn't too far off base. But for as wrapped as he was, it was the same for her. She'd do anything for Killian. "Come back tomorrow morning. I will have an answer and a plan."
~CS~
"Where the hell is that goddamn vampire when I need him?"
"You called?"
Emma jumped a mile at his sudden appearance. "You are going to give me a heart attack!"
"Nothing we can't fix with a small bite," he chuckled. "So what has you cursing me, love? What has you needing me?"
"You heard that, huh?" She continued when Killian nodded,m affirming he had indeed heard her. "Well we have a lot to discuss tonight."
"Wait… you want to talk? You're wearing nothing more than a skimpy tank top and what barely passes for shorts… and you want to talk? You're not even wearing a bra! What happened to, take me to bed, Killian, fuck my brains out, Killian?" he mocked in his best Emma impersonation.
"I did not say that!" she shouted, shoving him in the chest.
Killian grabbed his chest as if she'd injured him. "You did so, you little libertine."
Emma laughed loudly, "I did not, and you know it. And yes, we have more to talk about tonight."
"Are you hungry? Shall I cook for you while you tell me the news?"
"What's on the menu?"
"It depends on what you've got," he answered while opening the door to her fridge. After a short assessment he went to the pantry and pulled out a few things. "Italian it is."
Emma's stomach growled audibly at the mention of italian food.
Chuckling he asked, "Is what you needed to communicate to me."
Emma blushed at her humanness as she considered that soon enough this would not happen anymore. She couldn't count the number of times he'd made fun of her growling stomach in the past.
"Sounds delicious."
"So tell me love, what's on your mind?"
"Well first off, I resigned today."
"Yeah? How'd they take it at the station. Did Dave help you out?"
"Well, he sort of, um… David resigned as well."
"What? Why the hell would he do that? He's got at least another fifteen in him, the boy loves the law like no other. What does his wife have to say about all this?"
"Mary Margaret did too."
"Alright, just what the bloody hell is going on?"
"Well, maybe you should take a look at this before I go too much further." She ran her hand over the cover of the tome that had been sitting at the table with her.
"That's quite a fancy book there, but what does it have to do wi-"
"Just read it, Jones. It won't take long, I read it in less than a night. If your vampire speed carries over to reading you'll be done in a flash."
"Aye, it does," he affirmed stepping over to the table. "Do you mind watching the sauce?"
Emma stood up and walked to the stove to take over. She listened as he made noises while reading. Little scoffs, sharp intakes of breath, interested hums, an occasional aha, and even a few confused huhs. As she suspected he was done in minutes rather than the several hours it took her.
Walking up behind her, he slipped his arms around her waist. "Emma, this is fantastic news. This means we can live freely among others like us and we can still come back to see Dave and Mary Margaret whenever we want."
"What if I told you we don't have to come back and see them?"
"That seems a little cold, they've been our best friends for quite awhile."
"We don't have to come see them because they are going to come with us." Emma turned in his arms to gauge his reaction.
"They're human, love. You read the book, they are not welcome there. I mean it's a wonderful idea, but I hope they didn't resign based on that."
"That's the part we actually need to discuss." Emma left the warmth of his embrace to grab herself a plate, then dished up a plate of pasta. Taking it over the table she and Killian sat down. "I will be so happy when you don't just have to sit and watch me eat, so weird."
"Watching you eat can be a thing of wonder, especially when you make those erotic noises."
She blushed deeply, but covered her embarrassment by taking a bite and making the exact noise he was referring to. "Mmmmm, so good, Killian."
"Tease."
She giggled for a moment before sobering up to tell him all about Mary Margaret, David, Snow White, Prince Charming, the Evil Queen, and the whole sordid tale. She told him how the two of them were fabled to be the ones to end the Evil Queen, she told him about the existence of all things supernatural and how certain species didn't get along so well, and last but not least, she didn't hold back in telling him just how much he would want to eat their fairy friends alive.
Killian brushed his hand along his chin as he contemplated all that she'd said. He'd listened silently in rapt attention, just taking it all in. "So, you're telling me… Dave's a fucking fairy!" The bellow that followed shook the house.
"Oh my God, I should have known that's what you would focus on." Emma backhanded him on the arm, he was having as much fun as she knew he would with this information. "This is serious. We need to make a plan, the quicker the better. They're ready to get back. I'm ready to quit feeling like shit."
"You're in pain?"
"A little." She cleared her plate from the table and took it to the sink to wash.
"If you're admitting to a little, that means it's excruciating. Why, Emma? Didn't the doctors give you anything?"
She nodded her head sheepishly.
"And why aren't you taking it? Come. Let's get you feeling better." Killian led her from the sink over to the couch. "Where is your medication?"
"I don't want it. I…"
Killian waited for her to continue, when she didn't he sat down next to her and rubbed her knee, silently encouraging her to tell him what was going on. He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders comfortingly. It brought a smile to his face when she threaded her fingers through his where they rested on her shoulder and laid her head in the crook of his neck.
"I want my blood to be pure for you. Not... medicated."
"I assure you there is no need to abstain from taking something that will help you feel better."
"I don't recall abstaining, I'm pretty sure I took exactly what made me feel better last night. You can give it to me again too, if you want," she purred.
"Oh, I always want to give it to you, love. But you really should take something if you're in pain."
"No, those pills taste horrible, then I'll taste bitter or sour to you."
Pulling her into his lap he nuzzled his nose to hers before laying a gentle peck to her lips. "Nonsense, Swan."
"I'm not taking it, Killian."
He held his hands up in supplication, "Understood, I concede."
She whispered a thank you before kissing him back.
"So, now that I am apparently going to want to devour the Nolans, how do we want to brainstorm this plan? And how soon are we slated to leave?"
"Well, I took care of everything today, with David's help. He put me in touch with a fixer of sorts, someone who deals with our sort of supernatural situation. They'll put our place on the market and tie up any loose ends that might raise flags after we're gone. I figured we would keep your house of horrors in case we come back to visit. I am resigned, and everyone thinks I'm moving to some remote city to live out the rest of my days, which I kind of am. Anyone who really matters to me is coming with, so my loose ends are tied up. I'm ready tonight."
"Tonight? I don't think I'm ready, I mean, I've researched how to do it. But I've never done it. We can't rush this, I only get one shot at turning you."
Emma smiled at her rambling vampire boyfriend. She'd never seen him so unsure of himself. "Relax babe. You could do this in your… well you don't really sleep, but, you've got this. If you've studied this half as much as you do everything you're interested in, I'm sure it will work."
"Your words of confidence feed my ego, but allow me to be a bit more skeptical. We're talking about your life, Emma.
"Does it help if I remind you that the cancer will kill me no matter what. So you can give me immortality, or if you screw up, I suffer the same fate anyway, death."
"No, it doesn't help. Not in the slightest!" He moved Emma off of his lap and stood up to pace.
"Sorry, I don't mean to make jokes." Emma stood up and went to him, stilling his pacing; she put both hands on his cheeks and looked into his eyes, willing him to hear her words. "But Killian, there is no time like the present. I don't know how or why, but I just know it's going to work."
"Okay," he whispered, leaning his forehead to hers. She always did have a way of getting him to see things her way.
"Yeah?" Emma asked with excitement coloring her tone.
"Anything for you, my love."
Emma captured his mouth in a fiery kiss. Carding her fingers into his hair, she lead him back to the couch, pushing him down when they reached it. She swiftly straddled his lap, then released his mouth so she could look at him. "Fuck my brains out, Killian."
He had her on her back in a flash. "So demanding." He dipped back in to kiss her, pushed his tongue into her mouth and savored the soft slide as they tasted each other. Wasting no time he palmed her breast over her shirt, anxious to caress her to a stiff peak.
Emma moaned out his name when he deftly rolled a nipple between his thumb and middle finger. And although his touch was not ice cold, the coolness of his digits were a sharp contrast to her heated flesh, even through the fabric of her tank top. She bucked her hips into his, needing a little friction to quell the ache that was building in her core.
"Mmmm, need a little something more?" he teased while rolling his hips into the cradle of her thighs.
"Just like that," she pleaded.
"Are you going to come in your panties?" he whispered against her mouth.
"Not if you're gonna be a jerk about it."
Killian chuckled at her indignation, "Oh, I think you will." He thrusted against her clothed core again and again, picking up speed. He moved his hand to her other breast and lavished the same attention to it. "I think I'll make you come in your panties, just because I can." He squeezed her pebbled peak just a bit harder, and bit down on her lip as he rutted against her, grinding against her clit harmoniously.
A long low moan spilled from her mouth as she tried to keep herself from giving him the pleasure, but she couldn't help it, she came against her will. "Fuck you," she panted.
"Yes, you'll get to do that too," he murmured.
"It's not like you haven't done the same thing before."
"I most certainly have not, I don't wear panties."
Emma laughed heartily. "Whatever, you know what I mean."
"Aye, I do. Our first stakeout together, we couldn't take the chance of getting caught with our pants down." Killian sat back between her sprawled legs so he wouldn't crush her with his weight.
They chuckled together at the memory. It had been one of the headiest experiences either had ever had as Emma rode them both to completion, fully clothed in the front seat of their undercover cruiser.
The shrill sound of Emma's cell phone broke them from the memory and Emma sat up. "It's Mary Margaret, I guess there's no time like the present, right?"
"Right."
"Hello?"
"Hey Emma, do you have a minute?"
"Sure, I needed to talk with you anyhow." She put the phone in speaker mode, so Killian could listen and speak as well.
"Me first," Mary Margaret insisted. "I have some great news. I just remembered something else, sorry, some of my memories are slow coming back, but, when we get to Storybrooke there are actually cloaking spells and masking potions that can keep David and I from being so… appealing to you and Killian. See, everything is going to work out."
"That is great news. And that makes this part much easier. We probably shouldn't see each other until after we are all through the portal. Killian and I have decided to do it tonight. The quicker the better right?" Emma looked at Killian apprehensively when she got no response. She tried to remain calm and patient, to let her friend process this news. There was a bit of static on the line and then Emma could hear them clearly.
"We love you guys," Mary Margaret and David told them.
"What did I tell you two about that talking in unison crap," Emma laughed through the tight feeling in her throat.
"I know you will be just fine," Mary Margaret assured her. "Be careful, both of you. Stay in touch by phone. Keep us updated."
"Yes, Mom," Emma deadpanned.
"We will, Lady Snow. Who knew just how right I was with that nickname."
"Uncanny, really," Snow remarked. "And Emma, I'm still going to choose to see that moniker as a compliment."
"Since you are moving forward tonight, we will probably leave tomorrow," David added. "We'll be awaiting your arrival."
"See you soon, fairy boy."
"Aaand there it is. Just couldn't help yourself," Emma chastised.
Killian shrugged unapologetically. "I really couldn't."
"Alright Jones, laugh it up while you can. Just because I am part of your bill of fare doesn't mean I can't kick your ass."
"Okay boys, enough," Mary Margaret laughed.
As the conversation came to an end, the four said their goodbyes, and a sense finality rose in the air. Emma fidgeted nervously, switching between biting her nails, something she hadn't done in years, and pushing her hair behind her ears.
"Come love." Killian could sense her nerves, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. Deciding she probably needed some time to process despite her earlier rush, he transported them to their bed and continued to hold her comfortingly.
"I don't think we should do it here. I think we should head to my cabin."
Emma nodded her head slowly, contemplating Killian's suggestion. "I suppose you're right. So, are we just going to leave everything?"
Rising from the bed he offered her a hand, "We can take anything you like. Let's pack. Just keep in mind we have to be able to fit it in my car."
Emma's eyes popped open, and she grimaced sheepishly, "I, well I kind of donated it?"
"You gave away the Jolly Roger?" he lamented.
"I'm sorry, babe, I didn't think we'd need it. I mean I didn't think we could drive right through the portal."
Killian flopped down onto the couch, "Aye, I suppose you're right."
Emma sat next to him and took his hand in hers. "I'm sorry, Killian, I should have asked you first. I only gave it to the station, we can get it back if you like."
"Emma, sweetheart, I don't care about the car," he said softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "I left a backpack in the trunk when I brought the car home from the woods. I suppose we can make a run by the station to retrieve it."
"Oh, is that all? I got everything out of the car."
Killian visibly relaxed, "Wonderful! Let's go and pack your things then, we will take what you can carry, and I'll carry you."
"Carry me? I can walk, I'm not broken," she huffed indignantly, folding her arms over her chest.
"Relax, Swan. I know you are capable of walking, but it is a hell of a hike to the cabin and we wouldn't make it before daybreak. Plus, I meant carry you while we transport. Unless you've suddenly mastered the concept yourself?"
"Oh, okay then, that makes sense. I'm... sorry."
"I will miss the way your cheeks pink up when you're embarrassed," he chuckled pulling her against his chest and kissing her temple..
"I'm not embarrassed."
"Oh, admit it. You were going to bite my head off for trying to mollycoddle you, and I had a perfectly good reason."
"Fine," she admitted, blushing even deeper, "You're right, are you happy now?"
"Indubitably," he laughed.
They spent the next hour packing and lightly cleaning. David had arranged for a friend to come and dispose of anything Emma and Killian weren't taking, that shouldn't be sold to the next owner.
"Ready?"
"Aye, you ready?"
"Let's go." Emma had opted for a large duffel bag of clothes, and a backpack that housed her few memories she'd kept from her childhood, her toiletries, and her personal effects.
"You travel quite lightly."
"We have each other. What more could I need?"
Killian's eyes bugged out of his head, then he pulled her into a deep kiss. "That was very… sappy for you, Swan."
"I know, how about you just enjoy it instead of making a big deal about it," she smirked.
He leaned in to kiss her again. "Mmmm, as you wish," he muttered between the clash of lips and tongue. "Now, hop on love, and let's away."
~CS~
"I feel weightless when we do that," Emma laughed as she dismounted Killian's back.
"I swear to you woman, if you ever tell me to giddyup and slap my ass again, we better be naked!"
Emma bellowed at his indignance. "I couldn't resist. I was actually riding you, come on, that was funny. Aww, I'm sorry babe," she murmured when she saw the put upon pout on his face.
"Apology not accepted," he retorted. "Unless…"
"Unless what," she coaxed.
Killian grabbed her around the waist and pulled her backside to him, "Unless you'd like to make it up to me?" He thrust his hardening cock against her ass and his fangs emerged.
"Mmmm," she hummed when she heard his fangs snap into place, "I think that can be arranged." Emma pushed her body against his and reached up to wrap her hand around his neck. She whimpered with gratification as his hands roamed her supple body.
"Words cannot explain how much I have missed all of this," he muttered into her ear, still grinding against her ass.
Emma turned in his arms. "Take me to bed and make love to me," she whispered. And while she didn't say it out loud, he knew what she meant. Make love to her one last time while she was still human.
"I promise you, it will be the same after you're turned. We will still have the same fire between us."
"Good."
With that he scooped her up and poofed them to the room below, his hideaway. Setting her on her feet, they looked at each other, tears welling up in her eyes.
Emma snuggled into his comforting palm when he cupped her cheek. "I'm scared."
"I know you are." He could always read her. And even though she always made jokes, and laughed off that which frightened her, he could always see it in her eyes. This was an Emma he was unfamiliar with, an Emma who admitted fear. It tore at his unbeating heart. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
"Okay," she whispered shakily. "What's going to happen?"
"As best as I can decipher, I will, for lack of a better term, suck you dry, you will pass out from blood loss as I drain you. Once that happens, you will sleep until your heart stops, but the venom that passes from me to you is what will allow the transformation to occur. You should wake within a day of your last heartbeat."
"Killian, I never got a chance to tell you goodbye, and just in case-"
Caressing her face between both hands he looked into her eyes and spoke, cutting her off. "No goodbyes, this will work."
She mirrored him by taking his face between her hands. "A year, Killian, a year I had to live with wondering if you knew that you were the best part of my life, the greatest love I ever knew, I won't let that happen again. I need you to know, and I need to know I told you the words. You are the best part of my life, and you are the greatest love I have and ever will know."
Bloody tears pooled along the rims of his shining blue eyes. "I am eternally grateful that I will get to spend the rest of my life with you, you are my everything, Swan."
He closed the small space between them and kissed her sweetly. Gliding his hands down her lithe frame he slid them back up underneath her shirt and slipped it over her head. "Gorgeous," he murmured before pulling her lacy bra down and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
A spark of arousal shot to her core when he delicately grazed a fang over her hardened peak. "I am never going to get over that," she breathed.
Killian chuckled against her breath, "Like the fangs, do ya?"
"Love, the fangs."
"In that case." He bit into her breast, piercing the skin, then withdrew his teeth.
Emma jumped in surprise, both from the sudden sting and the thrumming of arousal that had her panties wet. Blood bubbled to the surface of her skin, then trickled down her breast, and she watched with hooded eyes as Killian licked a path from the bottom of her breast up to the puncture mark. He sucked gently, then ran his tongue over the mark, healing her.
"More," she pleaded.
"Do you… like it when I bite?"
She nodded her head vigorously, for like wasn't sufficient. She was addicted to the burn the piercing of his teeth lit along her skin. The devilish smirk he threw her way had her forgetting any apprehension. "Why are you still dressed, vampire?" It made Emma a little dizzy when Killian undressed with the speed of the Tasmanian devil tearing through a room.
Throwing his hands out to the side, palms up, he cheekily waggled his eyebrows. "Better?"
"Much," she murmured, shucking off her remaining clothes. She guided him to sit on the edge of the bed then got down on her knees, situating herself between his legs. Grasping his hard cock, Emma smirked up at him when his breath caught in his throat. She stroked him firmly and watched as Killian's eyes rolled shut. She seized the opportunity to place her mouth on him, swallowing him whole.
"Oh, fuck," he cried out as he thrust his hips forward with the primal urge to be buried deep.
"Mmmhmmm," she hummed knowingly around his cock. Wrapping her hands around his thighs, she encouraged him to fuck her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks and arduously bobbed her head up and down his shaft, making sure to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. But as was becoming more and more commonplace she found herself in a new position in the blink of an eye.
Killian had her laid out on her back, legs spread. "I feel absolutely ravished, darling, but you know my rule. Ladies first."
"I can live with that," she laughed. "Where would you like to start? Maybe here?" she asked, playing with her breasts. "Or maybe, you have something else in mind?" Emma slid her hand down the length of her stomach and lower until she could stroke her fingers through her folds. She closed her eyes and pinched at her nipple as she gathered wetness on her fingers the circled them around her clit. "Is this what you want?" she asked holding her fingers out toward him.
He immediately leaned forward and sucked her digits into his mouth, moaning at the taste of her. When he'd gleaned all he could from her fingers, he buried his face in her soaked pussy.
"Yes," she uttered as he fucked her with his tongue in between licking her up and down. She grasped her breasts tighter, squeezing her nipples and tugging on them gently. She dug her heels down into the mattress, attempting to thrust against his face.
"Is this what you need, love?" Killian asked knowingly. He slipped his fingers into her as deep as they would go and curled them, rubbing along her most sensitive spot. Incoherent words were all he could make out as she fucked his fingers. Peering up to see her caressing her breasts had him rutting into the sheets. He picked up momentum with his fingers, needing her to come so he could bury himself deep within her. When he felt Emma's nails scratching along his scalp right before tugging at his hair he knew she was close.
Deciding to test just how much she enjoyed his bite he removed his mouth from her center, which had her whining, but just as quickly she was calling out his name as he bit into her femoral vein where her inner thigh met her groin. He sucked deeply for just a moment before healing her. Her body shook under his ministrations and he smugly grinned at how thoroughly undone she was.
"Quit gloating and get inside me," she demanded between gasping breaths.
"Don't be angry, Swan, I need you just as much," Killian whispered in her ear as he slowly slid into her swollen heat. He laid still, body pressed to hers, one forearm supporting his weight from crushing her. He gently stroked the apple of her cheek with his free hand, before leaning down to kiss her deeply. He slid his tongue into her mouth, and was met with the solid thrust of her own tongue.
Without any urgency he pumped into her while kissing her fiercely, and Emma could feel him pouring all his love into the kiss. She had one arm wrapped under his arm and over his shoulder, and the other splayed across his back to cup his firm ass. They made out and made love lazily, relishing the connection at each point of contact. Emma's body tingled with the aftershocks of orgasm, and the love that flowed between them. Killian's body warred between the need to convey his love and the burning desire for release.
A lone tear escaped her eye, not for fear, or sadness, but from the bliss that surrounded them. "Do it now."
Killian ceased all movement, studying her closely.
"I'm ready," she whispered.
"Aye, love," he whispered back.
Kissing along her neck he found the spot he craved. He hit deep on every downward stroke, his hips involuntarily picking up in tempo as the thought of her blood incited a frenzy within him while he ran his fangs along her vein, scraping delicately. Killian pierced her tender skin and pulled intensely from her vein as he slammed home. He drank to his undead heart's desire, and despite coming almost immediately, he thrusted into her over and over, staying hard as a rock.
Emma moaned praises when she felt the euphoric intrusion of his fangs. Then he was driving into her with abandon and she was coming once more, this time all over his cock. She crested higher and higher with each pull he took from her neck, and though she knew he came when she felt the evidence of their arousal coating her thighs, he continued to pound into her while avidly drinking from her. Her vision began to swim, and she felt herself letting go of the strong grasp she'd had on Killian.
"I love you, Killian," she murmured desperately as she realized this would be the last time she looked at him through human eyes, and possibly ever.
"And I love you, Emma," he answered. "Sleep my love, and I'll stay by your side until you return to me."
He sunk his teeth back into her flesh when she nodded her acquiescence, an understanding of love and devotion passing between them. The last thing she remembered was floating hazily on her vampire induced high, then nothingness engulfed her.