Note: Unbeta'ed and barely edited. Sorry in advance.

The cool air of the evening slithered through the trees dragging vibrantly colored leaves from their precarious perches to fall across the landscape. The sleepy town in which Killian Jones had arrived just a week before was a marvel of strange sights and even stranger people. As the days had passed while watching his mark, Jones noted an unusual aura had settled amongst the inhabitants. Skeletons of all shapes and sizes, pumpkins carved out in horrifying faces, and streamers of black and orange littered the shops and homes of the town. Good natured ribbing between townsfolk and pranks carried out by the youth permeated the interactions of the few citizens that came close to his hidden locale. The jovial trickery reminded Jones of the Festival of Fools he had stumbled across while resupplying the Jolly after the curse broke.

The celebrations were becoming more ostentatious with each passing night as scantily clad women and men attending private parties laughed drunkenly as they stumbled back to their abodes. A few couples ducked down dark alleyways for several minutes before reappearing looking mused and flushed. It seemed as if this celebration was just the type Jones needed to break the monotony since his crocodile was unrelenting in his mindless routines. One more day would not change the overall result of his pursuit and he might as well celebrate like a true pirate in the meantime.

Killian pulled himself from the cold stone of the building he used for cover and pressed back deeper into the shadows feeling his way for the ladder that would lead him down to the street closest to the docks. As much as he would rather return for the good rum stashed safely in the Jolly's hull, a willing wench was not to be found on his ship and had to be procured at one of the local taverns. It wouldn't be much trouble to charm a lass or two into his arms especially considering the lack of competition he had spied earlier while mapping out notable establishments.

The strange lighting from the Rabbit Hole's sign glared in almost unimaginable colors in the darkening evening as Killian stepped across the black paved road to his destination. Numerous patrons loitered around the door smoking thin white cigars with an unusual stench unlike any other tobacco he had encountered. The most peculiar sight was the manner of dress had drastically changed from scantily clad to out right vulgar. Tipsy women were almost spilling out of their garments much to the delight of the unsavory characters surrounding them. Everyone was dressed in outlandish clothing even for this realm. Feathers, fake jewels, tarished crowns and more were draped over costumes in a horrendous display of tacky delight. The men's display of a lack of fashion and sense would guarantee his success with the lasses. Afterall, he was much more of a dapper dressed man than any of the faux kings and princes already reeking of liquor.

Killian sidestepped several of the ladies that greeted him as he strode through the door of the establishment. Tonight was his pick and refused to waste himself on the first woman he ran across. The music inside was just as the rest of the town; a bit odd for his taste. The only thing reminiscent of the Enchanted Forest was the low lighting, shabby tables, and drunken revelry. His cock swelled to half mass as women eyed him from stem to stern with a hungry look in their eye. A large hand on his shoulder clasping him tight cleaved his attention from the women and Killian spun around hook ready to defend himself.

"Captain!" A drunken Smee cheerfully slurred. He paid no attention to the hook dangerously close to his throat. "Where the hell have you been?"

Killian relaxed and lowered his arm. "Fresh from the Enchanted Forest actually. Been here but a week."

Smee smiled and leaned closer. "Welcome to Storybrooke then. Land of untold women and frozen yogurt."

"Mr Smee, I do not know what frozen yogurt is nor do I wish to acquaint myself with it. It is the lasses I am here at the moment."

"Well, you've come at the right time. Halloween is the best. You get to," Smee paused and hiccuped. "Be whoever you want to be and most of these women tend to let their hair down around this time. Even the most unluckiest of mates can find a willing lady."

"Well, I've never had an issue with that so I do believe," Killian was cut off by a loud voice booming overhead.

"Can we have your attention please? The Costume Contest is about to begin. All contestants must be at the stage in two minutes."

"A contest?" Killian inquired. "For the most revealing outfit?"

"I think it is best overall, Captain. Should be interesting anyway. The Savior was rumored to have lost a bet and was entered."

Killian perked up at the mention of Swan. "Do tell, Mr. Smee."

"That is all I've heard. No one here has seen her yet. Trust me, I've asked."

Killian felt an unbidden thrill go through him as well as hot jolt at the implication that Smee had inquired after the lovely blonde before he knew his captain was interested in the woman. "And by what rights do you have to inquire after the her?"

Smee peered up into Killian's face trying to gage his thoughts. "N-none. None, sir. Just curious."

"Keep it that way." Killian said with grit in a low growl before he abruptly pulled away from Smee's company and sauntered through the mass of patrons towards what he assumed was a stage. A large group had already formed but none of them held his interest as his gaze ricocheted in search of long blonde locks. Killian barely paid attention to the first few costumed persons toted on stage as the crowd bayed and whistled at the generous display of skin. The ring leader calling out numbers of contestants and name of whatever person or in some cases thing they were meant to imitate, but to Killian's disappointment Swan was nowhere to be found.

"Hold up! We have one last entry!" A busty brunette with fuzzy ears peeking through her hair yelled as she rushed past him. A tail bushy white tail sashayed behind her in a hypnotic fashion. The woman pulled the announcer aside while gesturing dramatically. The man straightened and looked out to the audience.

"We have one more entry who was entered as a lost bet with our dear Ruby. Emma Swan!"

Killian whipped his head around seeking out the Savior. The crowd drunkenly murmured as they joined him in looking for the her. Out of the corner of his eye, Killian caught sight of a hooded shadow creeping from a darkened alcove. Blonde strands tumbled out of the hood in waves surrounding a delicate pointed chin with deep red lips set in a firm line. The hood covered the top portion of the face, but Killian knew who it was in a heartbeat.

As the figure ascended the stairs to the stage, Killian watched enraptured as pale elegant hands reached from beneath the full length cape to tug in an almost violent manner at the bow tying the shroud obstructing the view of her costume. Before she even made it to center stage, Emma uncovered a riot of blonde hair and released her death grip on the cape letting it fall behind.

Long powerful legs encased in what he could only describe as a fishing net propelled the woman to face the cheering crowd of onlookers. Breath caught in his throat, Killian watched as she came to an abrupt halt; a mid calf black leather jacket eerily resembling his own swaying around almost mirror finish black leather heeled boots with dainty pointed toes. His eyes traveled up from the boots, past the fishing net stockings to a cowhide skirt so tiny it would not allow small clothes of any size to be hidden underneath. The half mast tucked inside his own cowhide throbbed into a full erection.

Unwilling to look away but needing to see more, he tore his vision from the apex of her legs to the bright splash of a velvet red vest that put his own neckline to shame. Skin that looked as soft and sweet as cream drew his eye up from the decolletage on display to the pirate charms twinkling in the bright light on stage. She looked mortified.

"And here we have our own Savior dressed as," the man trailed off expectantly while holding a black stick towards Swan.

"Captain Hook," she seethed while making a gesture with her middle finger towards the brunette that pushed by him earlier.

"Right," the stage man said. "Anyhow, cheer for your winner as they pass by. The loudest wins!"

Emma stepped back to the last of the line as each entry walked across the stage to cheers and hoots. Killian watched with rapt attention as the Savior mouthed words to her friend with the sternest glare fixed upon her face as she made her way back in front of the crowd to the loudest cheers of the night. Clearly she had won.

"Miss Swan, I do believe you are the new owner of this bottle of coconut flavored rum! Just what every pirate needs."

Without a word, a glaring Emma snagged the bottle from the jovial announcer and stomped her way off stage toward her friend. As tall as he was, Killian lost sight of her golden hair as Emma slipped away prompting him to spring forth in the direction she was last headed. He made it past Smee who was standing with another former crew member trying to flag him down when he caught sight of Swan again at the exit as she swung her arm around her friend's shoulders for a brief hug. They parted with a tense smile and a nod before Swan opened the door and left the brunette behind.

Killian trailed after the fast paced woman hurrying down the sidewalk away from the loud tavern. Her steady steps were no match for his long strides, but she ducked down an alleyway close to where he had emerged from earlier. Her dark clothing fading into the shadows and only the golden hair, now with a silvery shine, differentiated the woman from the alley. Killian silently surged forward in order to catch her from disappearing from his sight. Swan nimbly turned down another back alley with him hot on her heels mere moments after her.

As Killian faced an empty alley in confusion, a fast jerk wrenched his hooked arm painfully behind his back as a hot puff of air caressed the shell of his ear.

"Hello, Hook."

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