I'm glad that most of you reviewed to say that you liked my big twist!
*hides* Actually Prince Eric's characteristics are based on my step brother (yes he does check out my ass and tells me I look sexy in skinny jeans - sigh). And in case any of you were wondering - he is just as self obsessed as Prince Eric is.
Anyway - new chapter here!
Happy Readings, Love. Eh.
The arc shaped moon hung lowly in the dark mysterious night. The shadows of the tree danced sensually in the chilly wind. It was late, really late. Most of the people had long gone to sleep, but the lone figure hurried with ultimate determination to recuse his princess.
"Stop right there! Who are you and what do you want?" The guard in grey armor demanded, with their swords and shields rose high. No one usually visits the long forgotten palace that belonged to the royalties. He must be targeting the prince – as he is staying here today.
"I am a traveler," with a thick accent, he replied. "I am here to come retrieve something of mine," with that, Hook grinned and stuck out his hand. Twisting one of the guard's hands, the sword dropped onto the floor. With a swift kick, the guard fell to his knees, groaning in pain.
"Tell me," Hook leaned down, with his hook angling in a very dangerous angle to the guard's throat, "where is the red haired girl?"
"I don't know…"
A twisted arm did the job.
The guard hushed in pain, "on the third floor, room to the left!"
Hook let his lips tug a little smile. "Useless guards." He commented softly, and made a note to himself to bring that up to Prince Eric when he beat him crying on the floor. Immature prince and an immature security system, fits, he supposed.
Sliding past the gates and avoiding the other guards, Hook dove into the night like a vulture with a focused prey.
He wanted to hurry to her as soon as possible. He couldn't believe he made the foolish mistake in letting them take her. It was shameful – a captain of the ship couldn't even take care of his pet.
She was his, and he carelessly let another steal it away from him.
Throwing those thoughts to the back of his mind – he focused on the task at hand. Slipping up the stairs and into the room to the left, he hurried inside. He made a mistake once, he wasn't going to make it twice and let her go…
The light turned on in the dark room.
"Fool!" It was that extremely self obsessed bastard's voice.
Hook spun around, narrowing his eyes. "You tricked me, you son of a bitch."
"Aw, let's watch the language around here, okay? And I'm the son of a queen, you son of a..." Prince Eric paused to find a suitable word. "Whatever, 'fair is foul, foul is fair', who said only pirates may play dirty?"
Hook noticed the guard with the twisted arm behind the other grey armored guards. "Well played," He admitted. "Not so useless guard and security system, after all."
"Appreciated."
"Enough with the small talk," Hook hissed, "Where is she?"
"Oh I don't know – where is she?..." Prince Eric grinned, "Let's see – Oh right!" Eyeing Hook specifically, he continued, "In my room, asleep."
Anger clouded Hook's eyes. His felt the fire rumble in his chest, and he lunged towards the Prince with his fist held tight. He knew she should be keeping control of himself… but that bastard – how dare he touch her?
He could image her delicate arms having blue-black bruises from his attack, and tears stained face no longer glowing with happiness. He knew he hurt her once, and he knew it was his fault… But how dare anyone, anyone other than him, try to make her sad again?
The prince ducked easily. He seemed to have signaled the guards to not to interfere. Prince Eric stuck out his fist, and with a swift move, punched Hook in the gut.
"Much too angry to fight properly," He teased.
Hook stammered back, pulling himself together, he ignored the pain in this stomach. Charging towards the prince again, he made the effort to aim at where he was trying to hit.
With a quick paced continuous attack, Hook managed to bruise Prince Eric's left cheek and upper chest. In the process, he ducked several of Prince Eric's dangerously calculated punches.
"Prince –" The guards tried to help their master.
"No," Prince Eric managed to spit through his gritted teeth. He's a much better fighter than I thought he was… "I'm done with him." He wiped the blood on his left cheek. Raising both hands above his head, Prince Eric surrendered. "You're a better fighter than I am,"
"What?" Hook was still in fighting mode, his fist gripped tightly.
Prince Eric laughed a bit more. "Chill, she's next door, asleep but I didn't touch her."
Relaxing, Hook eyed Prince Eric cautiously. "You didn't touch her?"
"Nope." Prince Eric found a chair and leaned on it, seeming to release the pain from the punches Hook had successfully planted on him. "I don't see her that way,"
"You don't?"
Prince Eric wrinkled his nose. "You two are so alike! Both have to ask loads of questions before being assured of something! No, I didn't touch her, and no, I don't see her that way!"
Hook let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure if he should be happy about that or not… Did he just insult her and said she wasn't attractive enough for him to see her that way?
"Now go – leave before I change my mind and get my guards here to beat you to death." Prince Eric waved his hand to dismiss Hook.
Hook allowed a smile small to play on his lips. "I'd like to see you try, Prince Eric." He started to move towards the door –
"Wait – I didn't catch your name." Prince Eric would remember the name and hunt him down if he found Ariel to be heart broken ever again…
"Killian Jones, I'm a pirate."
"I know, now sod off."
Hook wasn't really sure what the Prince was all about – he seemed a little off. However, he wasn't the one to object when Prince Eric finally released him to find his little princess.
"Gladly."
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