From Killian's Point of view...And a lot of scenes will be different... And please read and review. And tell me which you like better (The Dark version of Emma who cursed Storybrooke) Or Dark Killian that cursed Storybrooke.
(Camelot six weeks ago)... King Arthur's Castle~
I had to admit. The Castle was lovelier than I expected it to be. After spending a little bit of time reading baby Neal, bedtime stories, I had heard a lot about Camelot, which looked a whole lot different from the bloody book.
''Wow,'' Henry whispered, causing me to grin, as I pulled Emma closer to me, our hand's interlocking, as everyone including the bloody Wicked witch entered the castle.
''Wow is right, Lad.'' I smirked, as Emma looked down at her dress, a slight blush appearing on her beautiful face. ''something wrong, Love?''
Emma looked down at her white dress. ''I am hardly dressed for any of this,'' She smiled, as I sighed and pulled her in even closer.
''Your amazing just the way you are, Love.'' I sang playfully , placing a wet kiss upon her forehead causing her to smile. I never liked to see my swan upset.
Suddenly a horn was blown. ''His Royal Highness, King Arthur.''
The King stood tall, and made his way down towards us. ''And now allow me to introduce the loveliest creature in all of Camelot...my queen, Guinevere.''
I scanned the brunette up and down. ''I've seen better,'' I muttered, gently moving a piece of lose hair from Emma's hair. Lucky for me only Snow and Emma had heard.
''Your majesty.'' Snow stepped forward, bowing slightly, as David and Emma did the same, to avoid the remark I had rudely made. Out of respect for the queen I bowed as well.
''The pleasure is ours. We have been awaiting your arrival from the moment we heard Merlin's prophecy.'' The queen answered.
''Ah, sorry, mate.'' I Joked, as I stood back straight, still holding Emma in my arms. For some reason I felt the distinct urge to protect her. ''I hope it wasn't a painful three-hundred years like I experienced.''
The King laughed. ''I'll wager your a Pirate. And it was worth the wait,'' Arthur said, holding his wife's hand. ''And as a bonus, it's given us more than enough time to prepare a ball in your honor tonight.''
Everyone smiled, even Emma, besides me. I had heard that Dark One's could take control of a body in one day. And I didn't want Swan to pay the awful price for it. I had spent centuries studying and learning what a Dark One's weakness was. But I was never able to kill him.
''We don't have time to waste on a bloody dance,'' I hissed, as I leaned down towards Emma's ear. ''I don't want anything to happen to you, love.''
''Killian, I'm not going to go dark in one night.'' Emma assured me, gently rubbing my arm, but I jerked it from her reach, not wanting to listen anymore. And tore my gaze towards his majesty.
''I'm not willing to take that chance, Love,'' I whispered, as Arthur turned to face me. ''Your Majesty...When are we going to start this bloody quest for, Merlin?''
The King looked surprised. ''Wh...Find him?'' He smiled, making me raise a brow. ''We don't need to find him. We know exactly where he is.''
(Camelot, The Garden)
''So let me get this bloody straight,'' I Said, looking up and down the bloody tree. ''the most powerful sorcerer in all these bloody realms...is stuck in a tree?''
''I said the same exact thing the first time I stood here,'' Arthur smiled, before giving me a slight look. ''I guess Pirates do know more than I thought.''
I almost glared at him, but decided against it, not wanting to anger his majesty even if he was a bloody stick in ass. We still had to save Emma. And I wasn't going to stop even if I died trying.
''Killian is it?'' Arthur said, snapping me out of my daze, making me nod. ''It is said that one of you is the Savior. So which of you is it?''
I swallowed, taking Emma's hand in mine, as she trembled, slightly in fear. I was about to speak up when Regina stepped forward.
''I am the Savior. I'm the one who's going to free Merlin from that tree, and then we take care of the Dark One. And all go home.'' I noticed Regina stare right at Emma as soon as the words 'Dark One' slipped from her mouth, causing me to send her a glare. As I held Emma closer to me.
''What if they find out?'' She whispered, her voice a low whisper, making my heart squeeze. ''What if they try to kill all of you because of me?''
''Swan,'' I whispered, gently taking her hand once more and pressed a light kiss to it. ''That will never happen, I promise.''
(Storybrooke, 6 weeks later, Killian's House)
Dark Killian's POV...
I had a pencil in my hand, as I counted the days since I had cursed them back in Camelot. Not that I regret. Which I bloody hell don't. I bit my lip, as I studied the map I had drawn along with other's that resembled the bloody dagger which I now had possession of. If it had been at least 42 days since we had been in Camelot. Then that would mean. Neal would be 18 weeks by now. And that would make...
''Still drawing useless maps I see, Dearie?'' The Dark One hissed, causing me to roll my eyes, and accidently snap the pencil I had been holding in half. ''Oh, I see you have a bit of an anger problem there, mate.''
''Go. Away.'' I demanded, throwing the now broken pencil at the replica of the crocodile, but as always it hit the wall. ''I told you to bloody leave me alone!''
''Oh,'' The Dark One cackled, causing me to roll my eyes. ''you see there's a slight problem with that. I will always been in there.'' He said pointing to his head, like he did the first time we had encountered. ''So even if you want me gone. Your going to have to try harder than that, Dearie.''
I growled deep in my throat, fed up with all this bloody stuff. Until I heard a voice call for me, causing me to roll my eyes, before using my magic to poof myself out of the basement and to where the call was waiting.
Emma stood right in front of the Jolly Roger, her hand mere inches from her deck, as I appeared before her, my arm's behind my back, as I glared at her.
''Hello, Swan.''