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Working a night shift in the tavern had always been one of Red’s least favourite past times. The odd gentleman would arrive, catch her eye for a few moments then they would disappear with one of the other girls within the bar area.

Red had seldom let herself bask in the thought of fornication before marriage, Granny had always been very stern on that matter and would she be damned if she ever broke the Rule.

Damned. The very definition of the word was her. The unfortunate gift of shapeshifting had been passed onto her from her parents. It often caused a ruckus within her life. For example, this evening Red knew she would have to sneak out for a few hours, fill all the cups with ale, borrow a man to take to a room then hop out the window once they passed out on the bed.

It was the only way she could have some peace during wolfstime.

Red had already chosen a man for the night, one she could get drunk enough to leave before things got too serious. A lonely man, sparkling eyes, shaggy blond hair and a beautiful smile. He would do perfectly, she thought.

Yet Killian Jones seemed to have other plans for her, he knew of her little secret and often helped with her nightly escapes when she needed it the most. This time he needed a favour.

Catching her off guard, he took her by the arm, earning a stern look from the girl, and pulled her to the side.

“Red,” he sung, donning a mischievous smile. “Fancy another night together?” a small wink followed his words, offering Red the chance to roll her eyes before returning the favour.

“And what will it be tonight Captain? On the house or with silver?” Red had done this many times before, his protection for hers. Usually all he wanted was for her to spy on a blonde lady on the other side of the castle walls. One she could get close to as a consort for the Queen. But today, she could feel the bloodlust coarse through his veins, the hunger that painted his eyes though he tried to mask it so eloquently with that devilish smile.

“Should we go somewhere more… Private?”

A pang of guilt shot through her heart as Jones gestured his hands, bringing her attention once more to the cloaked figure in the corner. “Of course, Captain.” she nodded, “Let me finish my duties here first and then-”

“We must go now,” he shot, almost taking Red by surprise. “There is no time to dilly dally.” his face relaxed, blinking away the urgency. “What I have to propose to you is time sensitive, as you very well know.”

The air round the tavern had become cool; she knew the sun was close to setting, the familiar shiver was sent racing down her spine. “Very well.” she nodded, placing her jug down between his men, taking the hook within her hand and pulling him to the usual room they occupied.

It had only taken them a few strides, watching as all eyes rested upon the two as she led him away. There had been much speculation that the relationship between the Captain and Barmaid grew beyond the depths of prostitution. Yet today had been the first time in a while she had felt guilty for leaving too early, like she had been robbed of something she scarcely knew existed.

The door creaked shut behind them, ensuring they giggled much before both plopping down next to each other on the bed. “What is the plan for today?” Red had turned to him slightly, pulling her dress to allow for more movement.

“I need you to kill someone.”

Red stopped, shocked at his words. “Killian that was not in our agreement.”

“I know,” he added “But Red, I beg you. They are more of a monster than you and me together.” As he spoke he took her hands within his, a pitiful plea resting upon his face. “Please, Red. Please.”

Taking a moment to process his words, a concerned look washed over her face. “You know i can not kill him, Rumplestiltskin is too strong for me.”

Killian shook his head, releasing her hands and standing away from where she perched, placing his thumb and forefinger upon his temple. “It is not him i wish to see dead, not today anyway. This man.. This-this Beast!”

“Killian!” Red snarled, disappointment lacing itself upon her features. “There are no Beasts in this world.”

“I am sorry Red, I mean no offence.” He shook his head once more, taking a seat across the room from her.

“Who are they?”

Killian held his hands before her. “A creature from the deepest darkest depths of the ocean.” He tensed as he spoke, as if reliving a memory he was too afraid to speak of. “Their eyes darker than the ocean floor. Seeping into our society, pretending to be one of us.”

“Oh, Killian.” Ruby mumbled, shaking her head. “And do you believe me to be the same? An imposter that is trying to ruin a bloodline, create more monsters in her wake!?” Red had stood, taking a few steps to come closer before crouching before him. “Tell me more about them. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to take away this tempted fate of yours?”

The Captain looked down to where she had perched. “I will take you to see him. You are already in his trance, it seems.

“There is no time, wolfstime is upon us. I will not make it to a safe distance before I-”

“Oh to Hell with it!” Killian rose again, nearly unbalancing Red from where she perched. “Red, I beg of you to help me put an end to this creature's life. Even your Granny agrees. They are nothing but trouble!”

“Granny put you up to this?” Red stood now, her voice raised as a look of betrayal shot towards the man.

“Of course she did not! I know nothing of this species, I had to talk to someone and your Grandmother knows more than any. She has witnessed their wrath first hand. And so have you!” Killian had raised his voice, pacing before her like a man on a mission. “He killed your father.”

The words struck Red deep within her heart, almost causing her to fall back upon herself. “How do you know about my Father?” Killian stood before her, holding a hand to his mouth as if he had stepped out of line before his time. “Killian, my father was killed by hunters when I was a baby. Granny has always told me this. Her son was murdered by a silver tipped dagger. It is common knowledge.”

“No, no, NO! Red do you not see? These lies are here to protect you from yourself, they were made to protect you from your Mother but see how that ended? You buried her not far from here, no? I know things My dear friend, please, Please! Listen to me.”

Red stood back. Staring at this mad man before her. “Get out.” she spoke, her voice but a mere whisper. “Leave this tavern and do not return until this madness has left your mind.”

Killian stood, swaying gently as if knocked back by a hard wind, his mouth opening to say a word that never arrived. “I’m sorry Red.” His voice was meek now, quieter than before. “But this creature will kill you. Werewolves and Sirens are natural born enemies.” Carefully, he walked towards the door. “I will wait for you to get to a safe distance before I leave. But please think about what I have said.” Killian placed himself in the chair by the door, gesturing to the open window.

“How can I trust a mad man?” Red asked, tears stinging her eyes.