Lost Control

"I understand you were hungry, love, but did you really have to kill him?"

She should've stopped when she heart his pulse become so erratic that she almost lost her concentration. She should've stopped when his heart began to beat at an alarming rate. But she couldn't. Not after what that man had done to her. But she hadn't told Killian.

"You don't understand. That man is the reason I ran into you in the first place."

"You never really told me why you were running so fast. I think now is a good a time as any to tell me what exactly happened. Shame he won't be able to tell his side of the story."

"You won't think that after I tell you what he did."

1 Year Ago

"Get back here, you bitch!"

Emma ran. She ran as fast her human legs could possible get her. She has never seen Neal like this, and it scared her. Their relationship had never been all sunshine and roses, but they understood each other, both being former thieves. But it was over the past few months that he had become violent, and she was beyond frightened. She finally told herself that she was better than this; that she deserved better than him. So she ran, quite literally, for her life.

The crack in the pavement came out of nowhere. In seconds, Emma went airborne, and she fell onto the concrete. She heard a sickening crack as her elbow hit the ground. She tried to pull herself up using her good arm, but her body just would not cooperate. And it was at that moment that Neal caught up to her.

"Why did you do it, Emma? Why did you run? You knew I was going to catch you sooner or later. You'll never get away from me." He hovered over her, the stench of alcohol perfuming his breath. It took everything in her power not to gag. Then he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up so that she could stand.

"Look at you. You're pathetic. I can't believe I ever wasted my time on someone like you. You were only good for one thing," he said as forcefully grabbed her jaw to form a suggestive opening, "and that was a place to put my dick."

Emma shouldn't have been hurt by these words, but she couldn't help herself. The tears started to form, but they did not run. She would be damned if she would show Neal how much his words stung. Instead, she spat right in his face.

Wiping the saliva from his cold eyes, Neal released Emma's collar…right before he threw a punch right to her left check. The sound it made echoed in the night air. She crumbled back to the ground, right back on that injured elbow, which caused her to cry out in pain.

"See what I mean? Pathetic."

She couldn't take the abuse, physically and otherwise, any longer. As he stood there, gloating over his handy work, she surprised him with a swift kick to his balls. He stumbled, grasping at his crotch as he fell to his knees.

The distraction she created bought her some time to attempt to get back up. She was able to, but a shot to the groin can only incapacitate a man for so long. She saw that he was recovering from the blow, when from out of nowhere, her adrenaline kicked in and she punch him right back. Those self-defense classes weren't such a waste after all, she thought as she took off running, only looking back once to see him passed out in the middle of the street.

She got the edge of the woods when she began to hear footsteps behind her. She knew she shouldn't turn around but she did anyways; she saw nothing. Confused and scared, she turned back around, but a she slammed face-first into a body-a male body. She almost fell for a third time that night, but was caught before she could.

"Slow down, love. People would think you'd seen a ghost."

"Weren't you…behind me…just now?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

He stared at her with some of the most beautiful eyes that she had ever seen. Deep blue that seemed not of this world.

"I could've sworn you were…"

Just then she placed her hand innocently of his chest. She could feel how cold he was through this black v-neck. No one's skin should that cold, especially on this balmy April night. Well, nothing human.

She pulled her hand back, as if it had been burned and placed it on her face, so as to convince herself she didn't imagine the chill of his skin.

"What in the hell? Who are you? What are you?!"

"Let me introduce myself, first and foremost." He dipped into a slight bow at the waist. "Killian Jones. And you are?"

She was too confused to lie at that moment. "Emma Swan."

Killian slowly walked towards her and took her hand to lift it up to his lips. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lass."

Emma winced, since he grabbed the arm with the injured elbow, and he noticed. "Your hurt. How bad is it?"

"Why do you care? You don't even know me."

"You intrigue me."

A chill went up her spine as he said those words to her. Their eyes met, and at that moment, it seemed nothing mattered but the two of them. Who is this guy, she pondered.

"Now, show me what hurts."

She twisted her arm to show him her damaged elbow. He walked over to her, and he said, "Do you trust me?"

She didn't know what compelled her to say it, but she answered, "Yes."

Killian then did something that would stick with her for the rest of her life. He closed his eyes for split second, and once opened, the deep blue was gone. In its place was obsidian. And then she noticed his canine teeth had extended to about two inches. He took that fang (she didn't want to think it but that's what they were) and punctured two holes in his wrist. From those holes came his blood; the blood in which he used to heal her would. He squeezed it out of his wrist directly on to her elbow. Within seconds, the pain was gone and her external wound was healed.

She honestly couldn't believe what just happened, even though she experienced it firsthand.

"I…what…I can't…"

"A simple thank you would suffice, Swan," he chuckled.

"Thank you."

"Well, best be off, I'm afraid."

"What? Where are you going?"

"Don't really know. But I can't stay in one place for too long. You're a smart lass; I'm sure you figured out why."

He began to walk away. She must have been crazy, or desperate, or a little bit of both, but Emma turned and yelled back to him, "Take me with you."

Killian slowly turned to face her, a slight smirk on his face. "You want to come with me? Fully understanding what that means?"

"Yes. I do. I don't have a life here. I don't think I've ever really been living much of a life at all."

"If you do you come with me, then this life will end. You will die, but be born into another life; another world."

"I know. I don't know why, but it's what I want."

Killian was face-to-face with Emma. For the moment, his eyes were back to that gorgeous blue she was initially drawn to, but she knew that any moment, the black would take over.

"Tell me, Emma Swan. And be certain. Do you want to join me?"

"Yes, Killian. Take me away from this life."

It was on this night that Emma was made a vampire.

Present Night

"Why did you never tell me before?"

"Well, you were kind of all I could deal with, meeting a real-life vampire and all! It kind of seemed not relevant at the time."

"A man was beating you and you thought it not relevant?!"

"Killian, I'm sorry!"

Killian pulled a handkerchief out of his leather jacket and began to wipe the blood off of her face. He always loved seeing her gorge herself. It was such a turn on for him, and he had told her so an infinite amount of times.

The past six month had been some of the best in his afterlife. They started out merely as acquaintances, but over time their friendship grew. That friendship grew into love; a love that both were scared to embrace at first.

"I'm just upset you didn't leave any for me. Or that you let me at least kick his arse before you killed him."

"I really am sorry. But when I saw him, I just couldn't control myself."

Once a majority of the blood was wiped from her face, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her full on the lips.

"I do so love it when you lose control."