Chapter 20

Killian's hand came up to tangle into Emma's hair. The pain was mixed with a pleasure at having her so close again. Soft noises of pleasure were coming from Emma and it was having effecting him in more ways than just one.

"Gods Emma." He groaned as he angled his head back to give her more access. She pressed the length of herself against him and another moan tore from him.

She stopped drinking from him and pulled her head back to look at him. Her head was tilted in a curious way and her eyes were dilated with the strange colors swirling in them. "You don't fear me." She purred.

"Of course not." He almost laughed.

A single nail made a path from his lips, shushing him from saying more, all the way down to his belt. "You should." She told him as she licked her lips slowly, obviously taking in the taste of him. Her eyes flitted to his neck where she had drunk from moments before and her head dipped to lick along his neck slowly. "Mmm, you taste good."

"If you are hungry- drink, I've told you when you need me I'm here." He got the words out as her nail ran along the top of his belt. The hunger in him was rising too and he felt his fangs come out.

Her eyes went from his mouth to his eyes and back again, "Are you hungry?" She angled her head to the side and trailed one of those fingernails down the side of her neck. His eyes followed her movements desire mixing with hunger it was a dangerous combination. He stepped forward and went to lower his head to offered neck when she had him pinned to the door behind him and her teeth back into his neck. A single hand was tangled in his hair and holding his head back for her to drink. Her other hand was making quick work of his pants. She freed the length of him and stroked him once before lifting her head from his neck again.

"Emma-" He begged.

"Is this what you want?" She moved her hand up the length of him again, letting her nails trail along the underside slowly tormenting him. Then she moved her hair from her neck and pulled his head to her. The smell of her surrounded him and he slowly sank his teeth into her neck. Her hand started to move quicker on him and the noises that filled the small bathroom were filled with pleasure from them both. It wasn't enough. It was too much. He pulled away from her intent on moving them to a more suitable place.

"Wait, Emma, we—" He broke off as she knelt before him and took the tip of him into her mouth and sucked lightly. "Oh Gods." He groaned and his head fell back with a thud against the door. All thoughts of leaving the small room vanished.

"You were saying?" Emma purred up at him. Her tongue darted out to taste him once again.

"Don't you think a bed would be better?" He ground out, trying to reclaim his thoughts.

Her hunger for his blood was sated now and she could think a little clearer. Why wasn't he afraid of what she had become? She looked up at him and stroked him again. She loved him, even while she was a monster. And he seemed to love her. He was what she wanted no matter the cost. She would have what she wanted.

She closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them they were in the hotel room she had been taken from. Only they were not alone, she could sense people in the other room. Her head snapped towards the unfamiliar voices and she felt a growl claw up her throat. She felt like a toddler having her favorite toy taken from her when Killian stepped back from her and quickly put himself back together. Standing up she looked back at him. "Who is that?"

"Emma, maybe this is not a good place to be either. Could you do that thing again and take us somewhere else?" He gestured at her, a look of panic on his face.

"Who is that?" She demanded, her temper simmering just below the surface.

"Emma—"

"No, tell me who that is." She cut him off. She didn't approach the door, but Killian could tell it wouldn't be long.

"I don't think you are ready, Ash said you weren't." He pleaded with her, his eyes begging her not to ask again.

"Ready for what?" She asked him cautiously.

"Emma, it's your parents." The words seemed to be pulled from him against his will.

Shock consumed her and she looked between him and the door. Her parents. The people she had looked her whole life for. They were people that had left her to fend for herself. No the Gods who did that to their only daughter. She opened and closed her mouth trying to find the words. There were none. She felt the tears as they started to fall and she did nothing to stop them. Was she ready? Would she ever be ready?

"I need to see them." She told Killian. He took in her normal appearance. She looked like the golden woman he had first found in that alleyway. All signs of the God Killer she had become were gone. She wouldn't hurt them. Not Emma.

"Let me talk to them real fast first." He held up a hand and after a quick kiss he went to the door and opened it.

Emma stared after him and she could hear the muffled voices of her parents and Killian. It sounded like they were arguing with him and she could feel the monster want to come back to the surface and protect what she had claimed as her own. He returned five minutes later and gave her a quick nod before opening the door fully and revealing the faces she had searched for her whole life.

"Emma?" The woman said, wonder in her voice. A kindness radiated from her, but also strength.

"It's really you." The man said as he took a few steps forward and stopped next to Killian as though there was an unspoken agreement that he wouldn't get any closer unless asked too. There was joy on the mans face. All of it confused Emma and made her take a step back. If they loved her so much why did they leave her?

"Why?" She croaked out emotion clogging her throat. The word carried so many different questions with it. Why did you leave, why are you here, why was she not good enough, why, why, why?

"We had no choice." The woman told her, her tone a mixture of pleading for understanding and a firm defensiveness that Emma recognized as a trait she had gotten from her.

"Before we get into that, Emma, this is your mother Snow and this is your father Charming." Killian stepped forward and came to her side. He took her hand in his and squeezed it a little. "Maybe you would like to sit down to hear this tale?" He urged her with a tug of his hand on hers. She looked at him and then settled onto the bed next to him.

"Emma, I'm so glad we found you." Snow told her the tears in her eyes contradicting the smile on her face.

"You have no idea how long we have been looking." Charming informed her.

Emma looked between them, had they really been looking? "You didn't find me." She told them. She looked at Killian. "He did. He saved me." She was done with this conversation; she didn't think she could take any more of her own thoughts.

"Let them explain love." Killian advised. They looked at each other the words not needed to express what they both felt. She relented and gave a slight nod at her parents. They explained everything. She felt her anger at Neal or Loki, what ever he called himself, she would end him and she had the power to do it. She could feel the change start to come over her slowly this time, more under her control. Her mother gasped as she felt her skin start to change, the beautiful swirling pattern visible to her on her arms. Killian gripped her hand firmer, refusing to let go of her.

"I will find him and I will kill him." Emma vowed. He had taken everything from her and still followed her here and tried to take even more.

"Together. We will do it together." Charming vowed while Killian and Snow nodded their agreement.

A/N ~ Sorry so short. But I really want to get back into this story. My muse has been so quite lately and it seems she has perked up with the last episode. Imagine that... bring the angst back and my angst muse wakes up. LOL So I hope to finish this story in the next 4 or 5 chapters if it all goes okay. ^.^ Then I will eventually get back to The Invitation and of course I started a new FF for Bellarke (The 100) and they have tons of angst so that one should go strong. Anyways... hope you love it. xoxo