#vampire!emma

“How can a man’s heart not race at the sight of a gorgeous woman such as yourself pressing him to a wall with her body?” Killian caught her wrist in the crook of his hook, lowering her hand and swapping their positions in one smooth spin, his hand poised a hair’s breadth away from grasping her throat. “And do not make the mistake of underestimating me, darling.”

“There’s the pirate I want to see,” Emma smiled triumphantly despite her position. “Shall we go inside and find a room?” Emma asked as she palmed him through his leathers. “Or do you prefer to be ravished in the open?”

Killian’s eyebrow raised at that as he answered, “A lady deserves a proper bed.” He thrust once into her hand as he stepped closer and pinned her arm between them. “But if a wench likes to be taken against a wall, who am I to deny her pleasure?” Tucking his hook beneath her skirts, he slowly lifted them to her hip, the cool metal brushing up her thigh. “Tell me, darling,” he said, their foreheads practically touching, his nose nudging her cheek and his lips ghosting over hers as he asked in a sultry tone, “which type of lass are you?”

“I’m the type that does the taking, Captain.” With her free arm, Emma shoved him back toward the building opposite them. Killian slammed against the brick with a grunt and shook his head to clear it as Emma sank to her knees before him. She wasted no time unfastening his belt and untying the laces beneath it, baring his cock to her eager hands. “Can you handle it?”

She proudly watched his expression shift from so suave to utterly wrecked as she stroked his length, feeling him swell and harden against her palm. Thumbing at the tip as precum leaked from his slit, she spread the lubricant down his shaft as she gave him squeezing pumps.

“Come on, Captain. I thought they said you were a talker. Can’t you answer a simple question?”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Killian barely managed to say through gritted teeth. “I can handle it,” he answered, his breathless tone rather unconvincing. “You certainly know how to handle a cock, love.”

Emma hummed at the compliment and made whatever he was going to say next catch in his throat as she took him into her mouth, flattening her tongue along the underside of him as she sheathed his full length and swallowed before releasing him with a wet pop.

“Fuck,” Killian groaned as Emma did it again, and again, sucking harder each time. “Gods, you fucking minx. Bloody hell. Fuck.” His hand fisted in her hair as he urged her to keep going. The pull of his rings tangling in some strands made her moan, the vibrations of which only caused him to echo her sinful sounds with his own. He almost lost his resolve when she flicked her tongue over his slit, the sensation just shy of too much, but Emma stopped before he could topple over the edge, keeping him agonizingly on the precipice as she got to her feet.

“You’ve a bloody brilliant mouth, darling.” Killian’s chest heaved in an effort to catch his breath, an effort which Emma thwarted as she rucked up her skirts and lifted her leg to lock it behind him.

“I can hear your blood rushing in your veins,” Emma said as she tore open his shirt and vest with ease, raking her nails down his exposed chest. “All of it gathering right here,” she squeezed his cock as she emphasized the word, weighing it in her hand before draping her skirts over them both and dragging the head back and forth along her folds, coating him in her arousal as he panted desperately.

“Gods,” was all he could manage to say. A moan clung to his tongue as she took him inside herself, the feel of her tight, wet heat unexpectedly warm considering the coolness of her touch.

“Damn, you’re fucking big when you’re hard like this,” Emma groaned, swiveling and rocking her hips, careful with her movements to keep him buried inside her as she rode him. Killian thrust to meet her, settling his hand and hook on her waist to steady her as she set the pace, grinding together in their own sort of dance.

“Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it,” he smirked, chasing her mouth with his as she teased him with an almost kiss before throwing back her head with a moan.

Emma pulled her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it as she canted her hips with determination until Killian’s cock hit the spot she loved the most. She writhed against him, one hand planted in his hair and the other grasping his balls.

“Tell me, Captain,” she purred, “can you be a good little pirate for me and stay quiet?”

“Yes,” he gasped into her mouth as she pressed wet kisses to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, his throat. “Gods, yes.”

“Good boy.” She ruffled his hair before clenching her fist and tugging it, tipping back his head and pulling the skin on his neck taut. “Shhh,” she soothed, tasting him again with her tongue.

A sharp cry caught in the back of his throat as she sank her teeth into his flesh. His hips bucked wildly as she sucked hard and drew the blood from his punctured vein with hungry, approving grunts. In moments, the pain had passed, replaced with an unexplainable sort of euphoria as Emma quenched her thirst. Killian chased his high as Emma continued to bounce herself on his cock and drink from his neck.

“Come for me, Captain,” she encouraged as she licked at his wound, soothing the sting and sealing the cuts. “I’ve had my fill of your delicious blood. Fill me with your cum too.”

“Gods, love,” he panted as his head fell back against the brick wall behind him. At that point, it was the only thing keeping him upright, his legs weak beneath him from the dizzying blood loss and building orgasm.

“I can feel your cock throbbing,” Emma smirked, knowing what her words had been doing to him all night. “Come inside me, sweetheart. I need it. I’m so close.”

Killian cupped her ass through her skirt with his hand and fucked her in earnest then. He met her thrust for thrust and nudged her hand out of the way with his hook to tend to her clit himself.

“Yes, that’s it, love,” he growled as her legs quaked and she palmed her breast through her top. “Now look who’s trembling.” He chuckled at that, amused by his own play on her words, before he could produce nothing other than staccatoed moans as her walls fluttered and clenched around him. His hips stuttered and snapped forcefully, and he lost himself in the feel of her tight heat draining his cock dry as she made him fall with her and spill his release deep inside her.

“Fuck yes,” Emma sighed contentedly as she leaned against his chest. Her fingers toyed with his chest hair as they came down from their highs together. Once she caught her breath, Emma let Killian’s cock slip from her core and unsteadily lowered her leg, balancing herself with her hands on his shoulders before sliding them down his open shirt to the waistband of his leathers.

“That was amazing, Captain,” she praised, palming his soaked cock and thumbing at the tip before gently stuffing it back into its leather confines. “You were amazing. Your blood tastes amazing.” Bringing her thumb to her lips, she sucked the wet pad into her mouth, making Killian’s cock twitch again at the sinful sight. “Mmmm, and so does your cum.”

“Do I get a taste of you, darling?” Killian asked, sounding more desperate than confident with still-labored breaths. “Turnabout is fair play, after all. I imagine you’ll taste as divine as you feel.”

“Maybe next time,” Emma teased, much to his disappointment despite the promise in her words.

“So there will be a next time, then?”

“Perhaps.” Emma smiled, smoothing her skirt as she backed away from him. “I don’t think I’ve had nearly enough of you yet. We’ll pass closely in the night again, I’m sure.” She bit her lip playfully as she took in how wrecked he looked, his shirt hanging open, his leathers unfastened, hair mussed, lips swollen, cock most certainly aching still. “Until next time, Captain.” She spun on her heels and left before she could have the chance to bite him again, knowing he’d need his rest before she could take any more from him. But she’d find him again, she promised herself she would.

“Until next time,” he echoed softly, fighting the urge to chase after her as he watched her leave. A beautiful mystery, one he knew he wanted to unravel, again and again.

———

The sound of a man's voice pulls them back to reality, and they pull apart, heads turning to look at Emma's parents. Her father has his arms crossed, a frown settled in his features.

“Aye, Killian Jones.” He sticks his hand out to offer it to the blonde vampire, catching his breath after the mind boggling kiss with his daughter.

When he doesn't respond, the raven haired woman nudges him in the arm. “David,” she chides her husband. “Be nice, this man saved our daughter's life.”

David sighs and shakes his hand. “David Nolan. Nice to meet you,” he says reluctantly. His wife, however, has a warm smile spreading across her lips as Killian lifts her hand to greet her, his lips dropping a kiss to the cold skin on the back of her hand.

“It's a pleasure, Mrs. Nolan.”

“Please call me Mary Margaret,” she says, her smile growing wider. She appears to be giddy with excitement, although Killian’s not sure why. These two vampires are hundreds of years old, and he is nothing but a human.

“Will do,” he agrees with a soft smile.

“Please come in,” David urges, stepping inside and holding the door open to let Emma and Killian in.

“Thank you,” he says appreciatively, entering their home.

It's at that point when Killian realizes how hungry he is, his stomach rumbling mercilessly. He'd been so nervous about meeting Emma's parents, he’d skipped dinner.

“Would you like to join us for dinner?” Margaret asks, raising her finger to her ear. “I can hear your stomach growling.”

“Uhhh,” Killian scratches behind his ear, not knowing how to respond without possibly offending them. “I appreciate the offer very much, but I only eat human food.”

To his relief, Mary Margaret giggles. “I know that, silly. Which is why we've stocked up on actual food, preparing for your visit. David was a really good cook in his human days, so he can whip  something up for you.”

“Oh, well I don't want you to go through any trouble for me.”

“It's no trouble,” David assures with a wave of his hand. “I can't speed through it like I do with everything else. Food doesn't heat itself, but it's no problem at all,” David says playfully.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, absolutely. You humans like steak right?”

Killian laughs. “I'd love a steak. I eat a lot of hamburgers, so a steak would be absolutely perfect.”

“And how would you like it cooked?”

“Medium rare, please.”

“Perfect. Be right back.”

“Thank you,” Killian says before David zips away.

“Would you like to come sit in the Dayroom while you wait?” Mary Margaret asks sweetly.

Killian nods. “That sounds perfect.”

Mary Margaret ushers him through the palace and into the room she’d spoken of. They sit down on a lounge sofa and while they wait for David, Mary Margaret chats with him, regaling stories of Emma, which makes her blush. Killian hadn't really known what to expect before meeting Emma's parents, but he has to admit, he'd never expected her mother to be this excited to meet him.

“Please forgive my mother, she's not used to having humans over for dinner,” Emma laughs, rolling her eyes.

“He is not just any human, Emma, he saved my daughter's life,” she reminds her, encasing Killian's hands with her icy, pale ones.

“To be fair, Emma saved my life too,” Killian says, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks. He looks at Emma who is sitting on the other side of him with a small smile.

“And we want to hear all about it. David, hurry up!” Mary Margaret calls out, even though her husband is not in the same room.

Killian can't hear the response, but Mary Margaret sighs and accepts whatever answer he gives her.

When David appears with a plate of food and a few bottles of Enchanted blood, the four of them head to the dining room, sitting at the large table, fueling themselves with the food that quells their hunger while engaging in conversation.

Emma and Killian are sitting next to one another, holding hands under the table, fingers linked as they explain what had happened, how Graham had stolen the fairy blood and planned to murder Killian and frame his death on Emma. She had later learned that Graham hadn't killed Milah because his plan was to enchant her into thinking she'd witnessed Emma taking Killian's life.

“Oh, that's awful,” Mary Margaret shrieks, a look of horror on her face.

“I'm going to stake that son of a bitch,” David barks out standing from his chair, but Mary Margaret puts a hand on his arm to stop him. “He is responsible for all of those innocent women! He betrayed Emma's trust!”

“But David, you are not a killer,” Mary Margaret reminds him, which is kind of funny to Killian considering David is a vampire.

The man sighs and reclaims his seat. “Fine, but we will have to decide his fate. We can't let him go around murdering people. This will not go over well. I made a promise to the humans that I would make sure to keep the vampires in check. If any vampire chooses to act against the law, they will be punished, just like a human would.”

“Well, there has to be another way,” Mary Margaret says.

“Like what? We can keep him imprisoned in Emma's basement, but how long can we keep that up? And in my opinion, imprisoning a vampire for eternity would be far worse than death.”

“And Graham hates being a vampire,” Emma adds. “He hates me for turning him into one,” she says more softly, ashamed of herself.

“Hey, love, don't get down on yourself,” Killian tells her, leaning over and kissing her temple. “I think he should be punished like any other human. A convicted felon does time behind bars, so should Graham. Are there any vampire prisons?”

“Yes, only at the secret headquarters of the Authority,” David replies.

“The authority?” Killian inquires, raising a brow.

“The authority is a council of vampires which oversee all vampires. They have a holding cell there,” David says reluctantly. “We can have Graham transferred there, and the authority can deal with him then. I just hope Graham doesn't try to pin anything on us, especially since he knows about the fairy blood and has digested it. The authority can be quite ruthless.”

“Did anyone see you or Graham outside that day?” Mary Margaret asks Emma. “You did have him flying through the air in broad daylight.”

“I dont think so,” Killian answers for her. “I haven't heard any word, and in Storybrooke, gossip spreads like wildfire, so if anyone saw anything, everyone would know by now.

Mary Margaret sighs in relief. “That's good to know at least. Let's just hope that the knowledge of fairy blood doesn't leak out. We don't want to put the fairies in danger.”

“Not to worry, your secret's safe with me,” Killian assures them. “I haven't even told my brother about the fairy blood, nor do I plan to, so I'm sure everything will be fine.”

“Yes, you're probably right,” Mary Margaret nods. “So we won't worry about it right now.” She flashes a smile at him. “So Sheriff, why don't you tell us about yourself?”

“Please call me Killian,” he smiles and answers, telling her about how he's lived in Storybrooke his whole life, how it was his childhood dream to become a cop, how his parents died when he was young and how he has an older brother who runs a bar.

And as Emma's parents tell them stories of their hundreds of years of existence and how they came to be vampires, both against their wills, Killian finds it hard to believe, apart from their ghostly skin and their need for blood, these humble people are undead creatures of the night. He can easily see where Emma gets the kindness in her heart. He can see these two vampires have certainly had a positive impact on her.

When the night is over, for him at least, the Nolan couple walk Emma and Killian to the door.

“Killian, thanks for coming and thanks for saving our daughter’s life. You are a true hero in our book,” Mary Margaret says kindly, kissing him on the cheek.

“Of course, I couldn't let Emma burn. I like her too much,” he claims, winking at Emma.

She smiles back at him, her cheeks flushing. Mary Margaret is exuding happiness over the fact her daughter has come to be in a relationship with a human, but David, on the other hand, may take some convincing as he scrutinizes Killian with his skeptical, yet bright, blue eyes.

“May I have a word with Killian, darlings?” he asks his wife and daughter.

“Of course,” the raven haired woman answers as she opens the door, and she and Emma step outside.

Killian gulps, not sure what David wants to speak to him about as the man steps close to him, casting a glare. “Now tell me, Sheriff, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Killian almost laughs at the question, and sighs in relief. “Right, of course you're old fashioned,” he jokes. “You're a five hundred year old vampire.”

David doesn't appear to be amused.

“David, I can assure you, I have nothing but good intentions with your daughter,” he says with a blushing smile. “I'm in love with her, and I'll do anything to protect her.”

“That's good to hear, but you're a human and your life will be short compared to hers. You may never have to watch her die, but she will still exist when you die, and she'll have to live with that pain. If you die it will break her heart.”

“With all do respect sir, Emma doesn't technically have a heart.”

“Don't get smart with me, Killian. She may be a vampire, but she still feels pain and has emotions. And for her, it’s much stronger and will get stronger the older she becomes. Human emotions are a vampire’s kryptonite.  The older we are, the stronger we become. But with that strength comes the increased inability to contain ourselves. Our emotions become our weakness. It keeps us from becoming too powerful. If vampires continued to get stronger and had no emotions or feelings, and could feed with no remorse or ability of restraint, then they could very well wipe humans off the planet.”

Killian nods in comprehension. “I understand, David, but my intentions with your daughter are pure, I can assure you.”

“Actually it might be easier if they weren't,” David sighs. “At least then she probably wouldn't feel the same way,  and she wouldn't end up getting hurt. But since she clearly feels something for you, I won't stand in between the two of you, but I do hope you will consider what I've told you here.”

Killian nods. “Aye, of course.” But he knows he can't stay away from Emma. She is too important to him. And if David is saying what he thinks David is actually saying, then he'll eventually have to either break up with Emma before they become too serious or decide to become a vampire, because the last thing he wants to do is leave Emma on this earth with a broken heart.

“I'll let you go for now, but just remember how old fashioned I am if or when you want to ask my daughter to marry you, got it?”

Killian grins at that. “Believe me, I won’t forget.” He winks at David as he opens the door. He decides he can't think about the consequences of what is happening between he and Emma right now. It hurts too much to think about. And he doesn't wish to be a vampire, but he'd rather become one and live forever with her than cause her any pain.

He bids Emma's parents farewell before his blonde goddess pulls him into her chilly embrace and lifts them off the ground, ascending into the dark, night sky.

“Everything okay?” Emma asks after they land on Killian’s porch. She’s wearing a worried expression as she takes his hands into hers, an encouraging smile gracing her lips.

“Aye, your father was just worried about my intentions, that's all.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “I'm sorry about them, they're-”

“Very charming,” Killian finishes with a smile. “They genuinely care about you and love you. You're very lucky to have parents like them.”

She nods. “I am very lucky, I just… I don't want them to scare off the only man I've ever loved.”

Killian chuckles, his cheeks warming with blush, scratching behind his ear. “You must be referring to when David told me not to forget how old fashioned he is when I ask you to marry me.”

Her face falls. “He what?”

Killian’s features twist in confusion. “You didn't hear that?”

“No, the outer palace walls are soundproof, even from vampires. Why do you think my mom and I stepped outside when my dad wanted to talk to you privately?”

He shrugs. “To give us privacy.”

Emma sighs. “Look, if you don't want to do this, I will understand.”

He frowns, not sure why Emma would think he doesn't want this. “Emma…”

“Oh come on, Killian, I'm a vampire, you're a human. It will never work and everyone knows it. You need the daylight and I need the night. I can't even go into your home because of my progeny.”

“Emma…” Killian repeats himself in a soothing tone. “I think if we both want this, we can make it work. But I don't want to think about that right now. The future can wait. Right now, I know exactly what I want, and that's you.”

Her features soften and she offers him a smile. “I know you do, I have a keen sense of smell, remember?” she teases.

He laughs and blushes, pulling her closer and kissing her lips. “I was talking about going on dates and spending time with you, love, not sex.”

“I don't know,” she smirks, “your body is saying otherwise.”

He laughs and wags a brow flirtatiously. “I won't deny I'm physically attracted to you, we both know it would be a lie,” he whispers in her ear, pressing his groin to her center in case the smell of his arousal is not enough. He can hear the audible moan flying from her lips as the bulge inside his pants manages to find her clothed folds. “And I love fucking you… but I would love to take you out on a date sometime.”

Emma agrees with a nod and leans in to speak softly in his ear. “Can’t we do both?”

A week later…

“So, I take it you two are getting along?”

A smile reaches Milah’s lips as she nods in response to Emma's question after the raven haired woman had told her Alcide offered her a place to stay. “You can say that. Thanks again for the job, and for introducing me to Alcide.”

“No problem,” Emma says before taking the last sip from her bottle of blood.

“Who's Alcide?” Killian asks as he approaches the bar counter,  kissing Emma's temple before taking the stool next to her.

“He's a werewolf who works at Enchanted,” Milah replies as she pours Killian a glass of rum.

“He looks over the club while I'm asleep,” Emma adds.

“Ah,” Killian nods and curls his arm around Emma's shoulder as Milah places his drink in front of him. “And you two are seeing each other?” he questions Milah with a brow cocked in curiosity.

Emma and Milah narrow their eyes at him.

Killian shrugs and smirks. “What? Just because I don't have vampire hearing like my girlfriend,” he starts to say, winking at Emma, “doesn't mean I don't have a clue to what's going on. That's my job, remember?” he asks before taking a sip of his rum.

“Ah yes, sometimes I forget how much people gossip in this town,” Milah comments, rolling her eyes.

“I wasn't talking about the gossip, I was talking about the look on your face I could see when I walked into the bar,” he chuckles.

“Oh right, you've always been good at reading people,” Milah points out with sass.

“He's good at many things,” Emma smirks as she leans into Killian and kisses his lips.

“Mmm, so are you,” he mumbles against her mouth with a low growl as Emma swipes her tongue against his.

“Would you two get a room?” comes Liam's voice, and the two pull apart, glancing over at him from the other side of the bar. He's rolling his eyes and sighing, but at the same time, passing Emma a fresh bottle. “But please not one of the restrooms.”

“You're not the one who has to clean them, I do,” Milah reminds him.

“Relax you two, a small amount of PDA never hurt anyone, did it?” Emma asks with a smirk.

“Why don't you ask the Sheriff?” Liam teases playfully, but Emma can't complain when Killian's brother is actually coming around to her.

“Point taken.” Killian concedes, taking another drink of his rum.

“Hey, just be glad I'm not hiding in the back anymore,” Liam reminds them as he looks at her. “Emma, I admit, since you’ve saved my brother, I've realized you're not so bad afterall, and…” he sighs deeply, “I don't hate you.”

Emma laughs. “Wow, I think that's the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Yeah well, it's true. Just do me one favor, will you?”  

“Sure, what is it?”

“Look out for my brother, will you?”

Emma nods. “Of course I will.”

“Hey, I don’t need anyone looking out for me,” Killian argues.

The other three are eyeing him doubtfully.

“Did you forget Emma and I saved your life?” Milah reminds him.

“Touché, lass.”

“Hey, we all saved each other that day. If it weren't for Liam letting me into his home, I would have burned to a crisp.”

“That's true.” Liam gloats with a smug grin. “But thanks to my brother, the town is peaceful once again.” He pours himself and Milah a drink and holds his glass up. “Here’s to you, little brother. The sheriff and savior of this town.”

“To all of us,” Killian adds, “and that's younger brother,” he corrects, and the four of them clink their glasses together and drink on it.

The next night, after sunset, the darkness overwhelms the sky when Killian hears a knock on the door and leaves his comfortable spot on the sofa to answer it.

His features light up when he sees who's on his porch, but in the same second, his smile drops when he sees the glum look written all over Emma's face.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Killian…” she murmurs quietly. “I have some news.”

He steps aside, unblocking the entryway to his house. “Please come in, Emma.” Just as the words spill out of his mouth, his eyes widen in shock. “Wait, how did I—how was I able to invite you in?”

Emma offers a weak smile, confliction evident in the features of her beautiful face. “Well, that’s what I wanted to tell you about.” She steps inside, and his first instinct is to offer her a hot beverage, but alas he forgets sometimes that Emma has no human needs; she is a vampire, and he cares for her no less.

“I guess I should start stocking up on some Enchanted blood,” he says with a small laugh as they both sit on his sofa. “Now, tell me what’s happened, love,” he encourages in a soothing voice.

“It’s Graham… he committed suicide.”

Killian lifts a brow in confusion. “He what?”

“Tomorrow, Graham was to be transferred to the holding cell at the Authority's headquarters, but last night, one of my human employees was enchanted by Graham to stake him. He told me, and I enchanted him just to be sure he was telling the truth. Sure enough, he wasn’t lying. Graham was staked at his own request, so that’s why his enchantment is no longer keeping you from inviting me in. When he died, so did his magic.”

Killian knows he should feel sad about this, but he’s already had his time to grieve over the former Sheriff. Graham was not happy about how things had turned out. He hated being the one thing he hated the most. Killian is actually relieved by this information as he carefully takes the lenses out of his eyes; he’s no longer enchanted to put them in everyday. “Thank Gods,” Killian sighs and gets up to discard them in the trash.

When he comes back to the living room, Emma appears to be surprised, eyes wide as she looks up at him. “You’re not upset?”

Killian shakes his head and reclaims his seat next to her. “No, love. After the havoc he’s caused and after I already had time to grieve when he died the first time around, I’m glad he no longer has to be the thing he despised, while imprisoned bearing an eternity of regret and loneliness. I’m actually relieved.” He takes a breath, reaching for Emma’s hand and encasing it with his. “How do you feel, love?”

Emma offers a brave smile. “I’m okay. I’m just sorry I’m the one who turned him into a monster. I was only trying to save him.”

“Don’t be sorry, Emma. You did what you thought was right at the time.”

“But if I hadn't turned him into a vampire, then all of those innocent women—”

“Emma, you’re forgetting about the human who was half responsible. No one made him do what he did, just like no one forced Grahan to do what he did. He chose to do so with his own free will. Not all monsters are vampires, just like not all vampires are monsters. So, don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong.”

Emma nods slightly, offering a faint smile. “I know, I just… he was my progeny. I created the vampire he was. He was like… well in a way, he was my son. I know it sounds weird, but we were connected in that way.”

Killian smiles and lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her fingers. “I know, Emma, and it’s not weird. You are right, you were his sire, the one who made him vampire. You have a right to feel sad,” he assures her warmly, swiping her golden locks behind her ear.

Emma nods, her eyes starting to well up with tears.

“Careful, love. Your human is showing,” he teases with a smirk.

Emma laughs and swats his chest. “I’ll show you a human,” she says and turns over, climbing atop his lap, mischief dancing in her eyes. Her smile makes his heart melt as he tugs on her arm, pulling her body close to his.

She cups his jaw in her hands, slowly capturing his lips, enjoying the way his breath catches in his throat and the way his heart spikes under his ribcage. She enjoys the sparks she feels when their tongues connect, liquid heat flooding through them.

In all honesty, she doesn’t mind showing him her human side because he is the one who’d brought it out of her in the first place. Neither of them are quite sure how a human/vampire relationship will work, but they’re both willing and able to find out.

“Killian…” Emma moans, grinding her hips into him. Killian growls, grabbing her waist and thrusts up, rubbing his erection against her center.  

“Already wet for me?” Killian teases, his voice husky in her ear.

She shudders, a wicked smirk crossing her lips as she looks down at him, her hips relentlessly rolling into him. “I'm not sure, I guess you'll have to find out for yourself.”

Killian growls and lifts her up, securing her in his arms as he stands up from the couch. “Gladly.”

Emma's legs are wrapped around his hips as he carries her upstairs and to his bedroom.

When he fucks her into his mattress, he has to admit, it's nice to finally have her in his home. It's nice to make love to her between his sheets as they suck each other’s blood and get off on it, it's nice to wash each other in his shower and fall asleep with her in his arms and it's nice to wake up with her before dawn, before she has to leave for her coffin.

Since that night, Emma sleeps at Killian’s during the day while he’s at work, and spends a few hours with him after sunset before she goes into the club and before he goes to sleep. It’s not an ideal situation, and truth be told, he wants so much more with her than a few hours at night, but he takes what he can get.

Killian loves the time he spends with her, but at the same time, he craves so much more with her.

He may not be ready now, but he knows one day he will want her to turn him vampire. He wants to feel what she feels, have the strength she has and he wants to experience everything she does with heightened senses.

He wants to spend an eternity with her, worshiping her and giving her all the love he has.

He wants forever with his vampire princess.

One year later...

A flash of lightning streaks across the sky, accompanied by a loud crash and a rumble of thunder as the rain relentlessly pours down over Storybrooke.

Killian is in his office buried in paperwork when he hears the door to the Sheriff station open. He looks up and walks to the office doorway, seeing a man standing there drenched from the rain, water dripping onto the floor.

Slowly stepping out of his office, Killian studies the man carefully, but he's wearing a hood so it’s difficult to make our who he is.

“Are you alright?” he asks in concern.

The person doesn't answer, still standing there, his wet raincoat dripping and making a puddle on the floor.

“Do you need help?”

Again, there's no answer, and Killian tries to stay calm and collected, but he's not sure if something’s wrong or if this person is hurt, and that worries him.

“Sir?”

There's still no reply, so Killian offers to give the person a ride. He turns around, heading for his office to lock up, and there's a gun fired after the man finally speaks.

“Your vampire killed my son!”

Emma's entire body shudders in her throne, and she can feel it. She feels Killian. She feels the pain of a bullet, feels his bones shattering, his fear and then nothing…

She feels nothing.

Emma’s whole body goes numb, a tear escaping her eye, the pain unbearable. She doesn't have any lungs, but suddenly she can't breath. It feels like she’s suffocating as she toys with the ring on her finger and peers down, a blood tear falling and landing on the diamond.

Her fiancé is dead.

A thought suddenly enters her mind, and pulling a Charming, she decides to cling onto hope. She grabs some bottles of enchanted blood and dashes off from the club to the Sheriff's station in the pouring rain as fast as her vampire speed will take her. She rushes through the door and falls to his side, her insides aching at the sight.

“Killian!” she screams, traces of hope chipping away as the fear completely engulfs her, and it’s so unbearable, she can't move. Her love is laying on the floor, a puddle of blood pooling around him.

She holds him in her arms and sobs like she's never cried before. She'd been with Killian for more than a year now, and their love was strong and all consuming and everything she never knew she wanted. He’d asked for her father's blessing and asked her to be his wife the evening before, which started out as a typical night at the Rabbit Hole and ended with him proposing in front of everyone before they went back to his house, and fucked for hours to celebrate their engagement.

And now he's gone.

He has no heartbeat, no breath.

The only hope she can cling to is the chance her blood is still in his system from the night before. They’d fed on each other during their lovemaking, like they always did.

Emma lays her head on his chest, crying until there are no more tears as she waits and waits for any sign of life from him. The sounds of thunder, lightning and rain seem to simmer after a while.

Dawn creeps up on her, but Emma's not worried about burning, because the sun isn't threatening to crest in the cloudy sky.

The hours go by, and Emma lifts her head, kissing his pale cheek. “Killian, please… come back to me…” she whispers. She kisses his forehead, squeezing his hand with hers. “Come back to me…”

She's never been a God fearing person, even as a human, but she hopes and prays for him to come back, unwilling to give up on her lover. She lifts his lifeless hand to her lips, pressing kisses to his pale skin, whispering more prayers.

Several more moments go by when another bolt of lightning pierces through the sky, and that's when she feels Killian’s hand twitch.

Her gaze fleets to his eyes, hope flaring inside her once again.

“Killian…”

The grip on her hand tightens and his eyelids flip open, his irises an icy blue, once again pooling with life.

  “The killer… he’s not Liam,” Emma murmurs.   Killian’s eyes widen, his blue depths filling with hope again. “How can you be sure?””   “I smelled Liam when we were in the woods. When he stepped out of his truck and walked into the bar. His scent did not match the scent on Angela’s body. It’s not Liam.”   Killian still appears to be a bit uncertain. “But he hugged Milah and you said the scent was all over the bar—”   “And why did he hug her?” Emma inquires, folding her arms over her chest.   “Because he hasn’t seen her in ten years. She grew up here and just came back into town.”   Emma nods, her lips tilting into a small smile. “You just answered your own question. She’s seeing a lot of people she hasn’t seen in ten years, so she’s probably hugged a lot of people today, wouldn’t you think? The killer could be any one of those people.”   Killian breathes out a long sigh, and Emma can see the relief washing over him as he gives a nod. “Aye, that’s true, love.”   Emma’s grin blossoms as she places a gentle hand on his arm. He smiles back at her, encasing her hand with his, her words full of confidence as she speaks. “And one thing we know for sure is the killer frequents the bar, so sniffing him out will be a piece of cake.”

Emma can feel the warmth on her body—in her body. She hasn’t felt this warm in a long time, and it’s not the heat she feels when she is aroused or feasting on someone, it’s a completely different heat. She looks around, inhaling the scent of poppies and the fresh, clean air from the woods near the flower field she is standing in right now. She is still surrounded by the shadows of the trees, afraid to step into the light, fully aware of what will happen when she does so. She has no idea why she is here or why she is wearing this bright white and red floral dress. She looks pretty, a vast contrast to her usual attire. She also feels different—she feels human. Emma picks a dandelion from the ground and brings the flower to her nose when she sees Killian on the other side of the flower field.   She cannot stop the smile blooming over her face, she cannot stop her heart from speeding up, and suddenly she realizes something is different. She cannot hear him, but she sees him waving for her. Slowly Emma takes a step forward, out of the shadows and into the bright sunlight. She waits for the pain, waits for the disgusting smell of burned flesh, but the only fragrance she inhales is the one from the flower in her hand. The smile on her face blossoms, and now Emma only has one wish; she wants to be with Killian. She wants to run to Killian, wants to feel his arms around her body, enjoying the time outside of the darkness with him. Whatever is going on, whatever magical spell she is under, it feels good. It feels right.   Emma looks up again and that’s the moment she sees the person behind Killian. She cannot make him out clearly, only sees the knife in his hand, its blade reflecting the sunlight. The attacker raises it slowly, like in slow motion, and Emma’s eyes widen. She starts to scream and wave at Killian who is completely unaware of what is going on behind him. He only stares at her in awe, his arms stretched out to catch her whenever she is ready to throw herself into his embrace.   Panic is now paralyzing Emma’s body.   Tossing the dandelion to the ground, she starts running towards Killian, but quickly realizes she is slower than usual. She wants to reach her lover, wants to save him, but it feels like she is moving in slow motion, or not at all.   Not understanding what is happening, Emma waves and screams at Killian, telling him to run or turn around or do something—anything—but his beautiful cerulean eyes are only fixated on her. The smile on his face grows when he realizes she is already running towards him. He takes a step in her direction, and hope flares inside of her, making her feel warm all over again. The feeling fades away as quickly as it came up seconds before, until only the heat remains.   Emma looks down at herself and she can see and feel it. Smoke is emerging from her bare arms, her skin already blistering and turning a deep shade of red. Pain starts to spread from her arms and legs through her whole body and Emma realizes what’s happening to her. She is burning and if she doesn’t speed up, Killian won’t be the only one gone in a few minutes. Emma focuses on Killian, on her goal to protect him; she cannot lose him, no matter what.   She is nearly there, but suddenly she sees the person behind Killian lifting the knife a bit higher, she knows what will come next and she cannot watch. Squeezing her eyes shut, she mobilizes all of her powers to rescue him, but it’s too late. Large flames cover her entire body, the pain is nearly overwhelming, her heart feels like it will combust at any second, and not in a good way.   She can no longer smell the flowers, only burning, melting flesh, and she cannot see anything else other than bright orange flames surrounding her.   She can’t move anymore.   Emma’s eyes suddenly open and she finds herself desperately gasping for air; her skin feels like it’s on fire. She hurries to open her coffin and climbs out using her vampire speed. She’s about to rush to her shower to stop the fire from burning her skin, but looks around, realizing she’s not out in the sun. She glances at her hands and arms, seeing her flesh is not actually charred. Her breathing slows when she realizes she’s just had a bad dream. She swallows thickly, thinking about what she had seen and felt—a beautiful field of flowers (she can still smell the dewy, fresh fragrance of the dandelion), Killian being murdered, and her flesh burning in the sun as she tried to rescue him.   It was just a dream… or was it?   Emma walks down the hall to her bedroom. The last time she had a dream like this, it came true. She had dreamt about a man getting shot on the side of the road outside of the woods, only she was a human and couldn’t save him. Sure enough, the next evening she’d found Graham shot and left for dead in the exact same spot as in her dream. Of course, in reality she’d been able to turn him into a vampire to save him. But had she believed her dream could actually happen, maybe she could’ve stopped the gunman from shooting him. Emma’s eyes widen and she knows she can’t ignore this. What if she tries to get to Killian and she can’t because it’s the middle of the day? She will be able to sense when he’s in danger, but she won’t be able to do anything if she can’t get to him.   Emma brushes and straightens her hair before throwing on some clothes, but not her usual getup; she opts for red leather pants and a simple white tank top, and heads downstairs before anyone arrives at the club. There is no sign of her progeny yet, so thinking he is still sleeping, she goes to her office and jots down a note to let him know she’s leaving him in charge for a few hours. She leaves it on the desk and emerges from the room, making her way to the door when she hears someone approach in a woosh, disturbing the air in their path.   “Emma, where are you going?”   She turns around, seeing Graham standing there with a worried expression etched into his features. “I’m going to visit my parents. There’s something I need to do,” Emma says simply. “You’re in charge tonight.”   Graham nods and doesn’t question her any further. “Of course. Just be careful.”   “Always am.” Emma steps outside and looks up into the dark, endless sky before she pushes off with her feet and rises up into the vast night with a powerful speed. She’s not a huge fan of Storybrooke and the citizens there, but it’s located on the Gulf of Mexico, and she enjoys seeing the town from above. She enjoys watching the raging dark waters and angry tide as it crashes into the shore below before she has to head further north, away from it all.   To get to New Orleans from Storybrooke, normal Louisianans would hop on Route 90 from Highway 56, and the trek heading northeast to New Orleans would take them an hour and thirty-seven minutes by car, but with Emma’s levitation and speed, it takes her a quarter of the time. She enjoys the warm winds of Louisiana on her cool skin as she glides through the dark night passing the southern towns and capturing the view of everything from above. Truthfully, she’s not sure why she doesn’t do this more often, but she does have responsibilities and obligations at Enchanted, so she ends up spending most of her time there.   It’s not long before she’s lowering herself, her feet hitting the solid ground in front of her parent’s palace, which looks like an actual castle, putting the White House to shame.   She’s greeted by some security guards, but they immediately recognize her and contact her parents over their radios to inform them she’s there. Emma sucks in a shaky breath as she walks up the many steps that lead her to the overtowering building. She knows she shouldn’t be nervous—it’s just her parents after all—but she hasn’t come to visit them in a few months, since she’s introduced them to her progeny, and she always gets chastised for drinking human blood.   Emma takes another deep breath and makes a quick dash for the entrance, and arrives on the porch when her parents emerge from the palace, greeting her at the door with open arms.   “Emma, it’s so good to see you,” her mother chants as she draws her daughter into a warm hug, despite her cool body temperature. Her father takes his turn and pulls her into his embrace before pulling away and asking how Graham is doing as the three of them go inside and head for the dayroom.   “He is fine, he’s a good student.”   “Oh that’s good,” Snow White comments exuberantly, excited to hear about everything going on in her daughter’s life.   Emma’s mother is a spirited creature and definitely one of a kind. She has short bobbed, raven black hair and she is the palest of all vampires, her skin whiter than snow, which gave her the nickname Snow White. Her lips are blood red and she has a smile that’s brighter than the sun, despite the darkness inside of her soul. She fits very well with Emma’s father, who has blonde hair, boyish good looks, and a very charming personality that flourishes well on television when he’s speaking on behalf of vampires on the news channel. He is the main reason why vampires have the same rights as humans in the state of Louisiana. If not for him, vampires would still be hiding in their coffins, secretly feeding on humans as their only choice of blood.   Emma has only ever seen David as her father; he is the only father she’s ever had, and despite the fact that they were similar in age when turned vampires, and despite the undeniable truth that David does not look a day older than Emma, he has always treated her like a real daughter. In fact, he and Snow White adopted her when it became legal for vampires to adopt, so if something were to happen to him or Snow White, Emma would inherit the Palace and all of their assets.   Emma tries to fall behind them as they make their way to the back of the palace, but instead, her parents make room between them and take her hand in theirs. Emma offers a small smile, always feeling underdressed when she visits.   The couple is wearing their usual attire. Her mother likes to dress as though she’s still living in the roaring twenties, with fur coats and fringe wraps, authentic flapper dresses, cloche hats, feathered headbands for the later hours of the night, and long pearl necklaces. This evening she is wearing an ivory gold dress designed with sequins, beads and a delicate sheer mesh. Her father is dressed in a white suit consisting of straight, narrow pants with cuffs, a vest and jacket with narrow lapels, and a soft blue tie that matches his eyes. Her parents look more like angels than vampires, but this is who they are and she loves them dearly for it.   The dayroom is a place where Emma’s parents go to escape their vampire lives and are able to live like humans. The walls and ceiling are designed and painted with the appearance of an actual dayroom—encased in windows with an exceptionally realistic view of palm trees with bright green fronds, a blue sky, a white sandy beach and a bright, glowing sun—and there’s a swimming pool in the center of the room and a set of outdoor seating with a sun umbrella where they like to play chess.   They enter the dayroom and she sits by the pool in a lounge chair with her mother, but Emma doesn’t get comfortable in her seat. She is here for one particular purpose.   “Would you like an Enchanted Blood?” her father asks, offering her a bottle, to which Emma declines.   “No, thanks, father.”   Emma’s mother regards her with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. “You’re not still feeding on humans, are you?” she asks in an accusing tone.   Emma sighs. She didn’t come here to be chastised for her normal vampire practices. “Mother, I only feed on humans with their consent,” she assures them, like she’s told them a hundred times. “You have both trained me well about control, and I never kill humans for blood.”   Snow White is not pleased; she has never been able to accept this, however David places a kiss to her forehead before taking a seat next to her. “That’s my Princess. Just please be careful.”   “I know,” Emma murmurs with a small smile. “I always am. And don’t worry, we keep the Enchanted Blood flowing at the club.”   “Emma, you know you can only keep the club running if your vampires are not feeding on humans,” her mother warns her sternly. “And how do you expect them not to feed on humans if you do?”   “They don’t know that,” Emma tells her. “I’m very discreet. Besides, the vampires are only allowed the bottled blood, or they are not allowed in,” Emma fibs. She can’t exactly tell her parents she allows some of her customers to feed on humans for money in the restrooms. She’s tried to stop it before, but it was a useless cause.   “How have you been, Emma?” David questions, quickly changing the subject to avoid any confrontation.   “I’ve been fine. The business is a bit slow right now because of some murders in Storybrooke, but it will pick back up again.”

An incredulous gasp leaves her mother’s mouth, and her eyes practically bulge out of her head, worry falling over her pale features. “Murders?! Oh Emma, maybe you should stay here for a while.”   Emma rolls her eyes dramatically. “Mother, I can take care of myself. This person is human, only going after other humans who have been seen associating with our kind.”   “Well, I am so sorry to hear that,” David expresses sincerely, the corner of his eyes creased with concern. “Has law enforcement caught this person, yet?”   Emma softly shakes her head, her eyes darting to the floor. “No, but…” she hesitates, not sure if she should tell them anymore than that, but then again, it may be the only way she can get what she wants—what sheneeds. “I’ve been helping the Sheriff find this human.” She peers up and glances between them with hesitance.   “Oh, Emma, I don’t know about this,” her mother says warily.   Emma’s brows weave together, eyes narrowing in confusion. “But, I’m working with a human. I thought that is what you wanted me to do. I thought you wanted me to get along with them,“ Emma says, using heavy sarcasm and air quotes, “and minglewith them.” Those were their words, when they gave her the club, not hers.   “Yes, it is, and that’s why we gave you your own business, but this sounds a bit risky,” her father argues, a hint of anxiety laced in his words.   Emma grows irritated as she shows them her fangs, but in a nonthreatening way. “Did you both forget I’m a vampire? I can handle this human.” Emma retracts her fangs and her features soften. “And I can protect the Sheriff. That’s why I’m here,” she finally admits, and her parents glance at one another before looking at Emma again. “I had another dream, and I think it is a foreshadowing of what will happen,” she murmurs.   “What do you think will happen?” Snow White asks softly, worry laced in her words.   “I think the killer will go after him.”   “But why? Is this Sheriff associated with vampires?” her mother asks.   Emma nods candidly. “With me.”   “Oh, because you’re helping him with the case?” David pries curiously.   “Yeah,” Emma chooses to go along with that answer because it sounds a whole lot better than the truth. At least, as far as her parents are concerned.   Her mother, however, doesn’t buy it. She stares at Emma with narrowed eyes. “Emma, what are you not telling us?”   Emma peels her eyes away from them and points her gaze to the floor again, toying with her fingers in her lap. “Nothing.”   She’s not sure how, but her mother puts together the pieces, and a big smile is blooming over her lips when Emma peers up at her.   “You love him, don’t you?” her mother asks, very much intrigued.   Emma starts blushing as she looks between her parents, shaking her head. “No, of course not. It’s too soon for that.”   “Then you had sex with him?”   David’s hands fly up, his features contorting in disgust. “Alright, I for one do not wish to hear about this. Why don’t you tell me what we can do to help, Emma.”   She doesn’t verbally reply to her mother’s question, but she flashes her a small smirk, letting her know that yes, she did fuck the Sheriff.   Snow White is gushing and smiling, but doesn’t add anything further.   “I need some fairy blood,” Emma finally says and quickly moves her gaze between them to gauge their reactions.    No other vampires know about their hidden stash or even that fairies still wander this realm, because they normally hide in their own fairy realm, away from the creatures of the night. Fairies possess a lightness within them and their blood, which is very potent and attractive to vampires. It’s very easy for them to suck fairies dry, which is why the light creatures are now very scarce, and most vampires aren’t even aware they still exist. To them, fairies and their blood, which allows vampires to meet the sun without getting burned, is nothing but a myth.   The Charmings were lucky enough to encounter a fairy named Blue during their hundreds of years of existence, and because they have shown enormous willpower, restraint and kindness, the entire fairy clan has grown to trust them. They even supply them with the blood so that every now and then, David and Snow White can venture out into the daylight for whatever reasons. Their favorite thing to do is have a picnic in the park.   “In my dream, I burn in the sun trying to save the Sheriff in broad daylight, so I need to be able to go out into the sun.”   Her parents don’t breathe a word at first as they exchange unspoken thoughts with each other.   “Emma, we appreciate what you’re trying to do, but fairy blood only has a temporary effect,” her mother finally speaks, looking at Emma with warning eyes.   “I know, but that’s fine. I only need it to get to Killian and protect him,” she says, and her words crack with fear against her will.   David let’s out a heavy sigh as he thinks about Emma’s words.   “Please, Daddy,” she says with a vulnerability she doesn’t normally show anyone but her parents. “Please, if I can’t save him, then… he might die,” Emma’s voice squeaks and her eyes prick with blood tears because vampires are not capable of producing human tears—it hasn’t even occurred to her until now just how deeply she actually cares for Killian.   David nods in understanding. “Normally we would say no, but we can see you care about this man. We can see your compassion for him, for another human being, and it’s something we’ve always wanted for you. And we happen to have one vial of blood left until we get another supply.”   Emma’s eyes widen, a smile cracking her lips. “Does this mean you’ll give it to me?” she asks hopefully.   “Yes, you can have it, but you have to be quick after you ingest it,” her mother replies. “The blood only lasts for a few hours at most, and you won’t have the same strength as you do now. “   Emma arches a brow in surprise. “But I’ll still have strength though, right?”   “Yes, you will still have more than a human, but you won’t be able to fly or move as quickly.”   Emma nods, accepting this. “That’s okay.”   “And you can’t go parading around in front of a bunch of humans. Maybe you could disguise yourself so people won’t know you’re a vampire?” her mother suggests.   “Yes, I could do that,” she agrees quickly.   Snow White lets out a defeated sigh and stands up to go to the safe outside the room where she keeps the fairy blood and returns with the vial in her hand. It appears to be normal blood, but when unleashed from the confines of the cylindrical container, it releases the energy and light which makes the blood so powerful and potent.   Emma stands up and holds her hand out, ready to accept the vial, but Snow White appears hesitant. “Just promise us you’ll be careful.” Her tone is uneasy, words tainted with a tremble, a vast contrast to her normal cheerful demeanor as she places the small container of blood in her daughter’s hand.   Emma nods and clasps her fingers around the vial, pressing it to her chest and offering a small smile. “I will, I promise.”

A/N: Emma’s dream sequence was done by rouhn who did an amazing job writing it!

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Killian can’t believe he’s here at Enchanted—a nightclub for humans and vampires to mingle.

When vampires exposed themselves to the public, or as the citizens of Storybrooke like to say “came out of the coffin,” the state passed a law giving them equal rights, and allowing them to open their own businesses as long as they live peacefully with humans. Killian has been less than enthusiastic by the whole ordeal; he’s not convinced this is the best solution to keep people protected and safe from these mysterious creatures of the night.

People certainly agree with him, because why else has there been a string of murders committed by someone who clearly despises anyone associated with vampires? All of the victims were found with bite marks and bruises, but were not drained of their blood. And all of the victims had been seen at this particular vampire club, which is the only reason why he is here.

“Can I see some ID please?” the bouncer with brown curly hair, pale white skin and an Irish accent demands. His head is turned away, and he’s gawking at a brunette and blonde walking into the club.

Killian takes out his badge and holds it up for him to see. “Is this adequate?” he asks, irritated, and when the man turns his head and meets Killian’s gaze, they both gasp.

“Graham?” he asks, stunned in his spot.

The man nods, his cold, dead eyes darkened with sadness. “Killian, I didn’t expect you here of all places.”

“But how?” Killian asks, ignoring his comment.

“Come on, Sheriff. You know how a human is turned.”

“But I watched you get shot. I caught you when you fell… you died in my arms,” Killian murmurs, his heart clenching at the memories. Graham had been his boss, he’d been the Sheriff of Storybrooke, and Killian had reluctantly taken over after Graham was gunned down.

“I was close to death, and an angel came to me and gave me a second chance.”

Killian gulps. He is still shocked to see the former Sheriff standing in front of him, now a vampire. He’d watched when the ambulance had taken Graham away. “But I was at your funeral.”

The bouncer immediately stiffens. “Because I made you think that. I enchanted you and everyone else at the scene.”

Killian is dumbfounded, trying to process this information.

“My apologies, Sheriff, but I’m going to need you to step aside so I can let other customers in.”

“But—” he tries, but is quickly cut off.

“You may enter, but I assure you, there’s nothing illegal going on in here.”

Killian scoffs, extremely doubtful. Vampires are only to consume Enchanted Blood, which is a synthetic blood that is sold in bottles and can be found at local convenience stores and bars. Vampires are not allowed to feed on humans, with or without their consent, especially via solicitation, but he’s no imbecile. He knows what goes on in the restroom stalls and who knows where else. And he knows each victim who was brutally murdered was found with a bite mark after they’d slept with a vampire.

“I’m not here to arrest anyone unless I see something illegal going on.”

The man regards him with a skeptical eye. “Then, why are you here? Certainly not to mingle with us fangers,” he mutters resentfully. That’s what Killian had always called them when he and Graham spoke of vampires.

“Actually, I’m here to question some possible witnesses for a case involving vampires,” he clarifies politely.

“Fine, but you’ll have to clear it with the owner first. Nothing goes on here without her knowledge.”

“Alright then, where can I find her?”

Graham opens the door and lets him into the club. The music is loud, there are dancers on the platforms and a mixture of humans and vampires moving along with the music.

Killian spots her immediately—the vibrant green eyes, long golden curls thrown over one shoulder and creamy, white porcelain skin, her lips blood red. He knows… he knows immediately this is her—the owner of this club—because she’s sitting in a chair which looks more like a throne, and she has a look on her face which screams power and dominance.

Killian follows Graham towards the back of the club where the owner is perched in her throne. And Killian was correct. She’s the owner, and she’s dripping with pure sin, wearing a white leather corset, the neckline and bottom hem strung with black feathers. Black, fishnet stockings cover most of her legs and are held up by black leather garter belts, leading the eyes to a place he’s guessing only few have ventured. Or maybe he’s hoping.

The bouncer bows to her upon their approach.

Killian swallows thickly as he looks at her; she appears to have walls as high as Mount Everest and her demeanor is stiff and firm, but he sees a broken soul. Or at least the soul she once bore, was broken. He only has to look into her steely, yet hypnotizing eyes to know she’s had a dark past which goes all the way back to her human days.

He feels a nudge to the chest, bringing him out of his trance and he almost forgets the number one rule when dealing with vampires—never look them dead in the eyes, for they have the power to enchant any human who does. But that is not the reason Graham is trying to get his attention; he is whispering in his ear, telling him to bow, so Killian does so immediately.

“Sheriff, this is Emma Swan, Princess of Louisiana.”

Emma arches a brow, eyeing him with subtle surprise. “Sheriff?”

“Aye. Sheriff Killian Jones, of Storybrooke. I have come here to ask a few of your patrons some questions.”

“For what purpose?” She makes a gesture with her hand for him to rise, and he clears his throat as he does so obediently.

“Princess, there have been some murders in Storybrooke, and all of them were former customers of yours.”

Emma purses her lips in contemplation for a moment before speaking. “I shall allow it, but perhaps you could offer me something in return?”

“Lass, with all due respect, I am an officer of the law, and—”

“With all due respect, you are nothing but a blood bag to me, and I am a three hundred year old vampire who can rip your throat out before you can blink, so may I suggest you offer me a proposition if you would like my cooperation?”

Killian grits his teeth; this is exactly why he hates vampires. They think just because they are immortal and have supernatural powers and strength, they can do whatever the bloody hell they please. “Princess, I am not here to cause trouble. I only wish to track down the person who has been brutally murdering innocent women for simply bedding vampires.”

A dark laugh escapes the woman’s throat, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Stupid, maybe, but innocent? I think we can both agree that was not the case.”

“Well, maybe you could tell me if the actions were provoked then. Killian pulls out a few photos from his jacket and hands them to her. “Any of these women look familiar?”

She studies them briefly before glancing up at him again. “They do, but again, why should I tell you anything? You are only here to siphon information from us. You hate vampires—it’s written all over your face. And who knows, maybe you are the one who murdered these innocent women?”

Again, Killian can feel the anger pulsating underneath his skin. “Look, Miss Swan, you may be a vampire but you are still required to abide by the law.”

Emma looks around, unsure of what he is referring to. “I was only sitting here minding my own business, and you came waltzing into my club to harass my customers.”

“I am only doing my job,” he says calmly, not wanting to start anything. “What is it you would like from me so I can ask my questions and be out of your hair?”

“There’s a vampire selling his blood to humans in exchange for their blood and sex, and this treason is punishable by the absolute death. Perhaps you can find this vampire for me, and I will help you track down your human?”

“You want me to track down a vampire?”

“Yes. Unless you are not up to the task,” she says with a smirk. “And isn’t blood dealing illegal according to human law?”

“Aye, it is. But how do you propose I bring this vampire back to you?”

“You let me take care of that. All I need is a name and location.”

“Fine, you’ve got a deal. But all I’m asking is to question a few patrons, that’s it.”

“Then do as you wish. That man over there was seen with two of them,” she informs him, looking over at a vampire with dark hair. “The other woman I’ve only seen once, and she hasn’t been here since. She was with a vampire who’s part of a nest. But he’s not here at the moment.”

“Thank you for the information,” he says appreciatively.

“Oh and there’s one more thing,” Emma adds as he starts to walk away.

“And what’s that?” Killian arches a brow waiting for her to continue.

Emma’s lips twitch into a devilish smirk. “You must kiss my feet first.”

Killian swallows thickly. This vampire princess is drop dead gorgeous and everything, but she is really pushing it with him. “Sorry, love, you may be a princess, but you’re surely not my princess.” With that said, Killian turns and walks away, but there’s a flash of blonde, and in an instant Emma appears before him, making him jump.

“You are in my club, so you will do as I say,” she demands sternly, and Killian has a feeling he does not want to challenge her any further. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, your majesty,” he agrees spitefully. Killian is just thankful she has not enchanted him yet.

She disappears in front of his eyes, and when he turns around, she is in her chair again, slipping her foot out of her six inch stilettos, offering her foot to him. He obediently drops to his knees, bending over and taking her foot into his hands. When he presses his lips to her skin, she’s cold as ice and her fangs pop out, but he doesn’t pull away. He knows she has an instinctive impulse which comes with the territory of being a vampire. And a part of him feels sorry for her. Sorry she has to go on as a vampire who is cold to the touch and lives with such a hunger. Part of him wishes he could warm her, make her feel, make her heart beat again. But that’s not logical thinking. She is what she is and that will never change. Killian rises to his feet and she retracts her pointy teeth, allowing him to go and question the vampire she had pointed out.

Long after he leaves, he can still feel her cold skin on his lips when his fingers brush over them.

“Was that really necessary?” Graham asks, amused.

Emma smirks at her progeny, devilry dancing in her eyes. “No, but it was fun.” She shrugs. “And he smelled delicious.”

Emma despises humans; she tolerates them because of her parents—the Vampire King and Queen of Louisiana. Her father, David, had turned her when she was raped and killed at a young age. He had fed Emma his blood when she was on the brink of death, turning her immortal and he vowed to protect her for eternity as her sirer.

Neither David nor his wife believe in killing humans for the sake of feeding, and have tried to bestow these ideals upon their daughter, but Emma has never latched onto their ways of life. To Emma, the hunger is too strong, the temptation too great, and she is not as strong willed as her parents. She wants to appease them, though, so she tries. They have given her Enchanted and the responsibilities of running the club to keep her in line, so Emma cooperates. Most of the time.

Occasionally she feeds from humans inconspicuously, but she has learned to control herself to keep from killing these blood bags. Emma has to admit, though, she is intrigued by the Sheriff. She could hear his heart pounding, smell the blood pumping through his veins and she desperately wanted a taste, but she’d willed herself not to give in.

“Don’t they all?”

“Ehh. After three hundred years they all tend to smell the same. So when there’s an odd one in the bunch, they stand out to me,” she explains to him.

Graham is still new; she had only turned him a couple of months ago, so he has a lot to learn. When he had been shot on the side of the road, she had followed the scent of his blood and watched him dying from the woods. She’d watched the life slowly leaving his body and had decided to take after her father and save him. Since then, Graham has been like a loyal hound, doing everything she asks of him without question, and showing great gratitude for giving him a second chance.

After another long night of having to deal with lost souls who come to Enchanted searching for the company of a vampire, and selling their blood to them, Emma goes to her coffin before sunrise to regain her strength. She tries to forget about the human who’d stepped into her club that night, but she can still feel the warmth of his lips on her skin.