Canticum Sanguinis Lux - Igniculus (2/?)
Summary: Once, all Emma Nolan wanted was a normal life, but when she had a run in with a vampire as a teenager she realised that she couldn’t escape the life of a hunter. Now all she wants to do is prove herself, and she’s going to end up going above and beyond to be the hunter the world needs her to be.
Rating: Explicit. Mostly for graphic descriptions of violence, and some smut, but not until later chapters.
Warnings: There are hints at the non con nature of the control vampires can have over humans.
Length: should be eight chapters.?
Notes: Well, oooops. So, the rest of this is waaaaaay later going up than I had hoped, apologies to everyone that has been waiting for it. Unfortunately, this is still not completely finished. The main part of the story is, and I’m just drawing blanks on the epilogue. I’m hoping that the words I have written getting some love might inspire me to get it done, because, yes, I wrote what I want to write, for me, but nothing gives me the warm and fuzzies like comments from you wonderful lot! Thank you for your patience!
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It was late, early by his reckoning, but Killian didn’t exactly prescribe to a normal pattern of living. Not by human standards, anyway. For a vampire his life was… no, even for a vampire his life wasn’t normal.
Vampires lived in covens, governed by a leader, and their rule was absolute.
Killian was not part of a coven, had not been for some decades now, and lived alone, occasionally taking in the odd waif or stray who had found themselves in dire straits. He’d made a lot of friends that way, knew a lot of people of varying species who were willing to give him information and tip offs if he needed them.
Like the news he’d had that the Gold coven had upped the bounty on a specific hunter’s head, yet again, because last week Killian had stepped in before she’d even known she was being tailed and wasted another vampire that had decided to take her down. Emma had made the initial kill, to which Gold heartily objected, some time ago, but really she had only been doing her job. Killian had sent a message to Gold warning him to keep his underlings in line only days before the first incident.
Gold had ignored him, as had the vampire in question, and they’d been left staked for the sunrise.
It was a painful way to go, but this vampire had a particularly cruel streak when it came to their human victims. They were part of a small crowd that insisted pain made human blood taste the sweetest. Emma had grown more and more ruthless in her tactics in recent years, notably since her return from time abroad, and he supposed he couldn’t blame her for that, all things considered.
He leaned heavily against the sink, taking in his reflection as he thought about how this was not going according to plan at all. When he’d seen her take down Walsh Osbourne five years ago, something had struck him about the young huntress with her golden hair and the unmistakable use of magic to waste the vampire who’d been seconds from sinking his fangs into her neck.
He closed his eyes and he could see it, the way the moonlight caught her hair, the way her body had been hugged by that sinful, hot pink dress. How she’d smelled, even over the stink of the alley and how the sight of Walsh’s hands on her skin had made his skin prickle with anger and a desire to rip her away from him.
He hadn’t recognised it for what it was back then, but now he’d spent years watching her work. Years seeing her in action with her family and without. He’d seen or heard about everything. The highs and the lows.
But with the bounty on Emma Swan’s head now even higher, and the information he’d had from his friend on the police force that Emma had, for once, set her sights on a human quarry who had skipped bail, Killian knew he wasn’t going to be able to risk not checking up on her tonight, when she wouldn’t be expecting a supernatural attack. He only hoped this need to watch over and protect her was unnecessary. But his instincts were rarely wrong, and he wasn’t going to take that chance. Not with her life.
So he left the bathroom, and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of blood, twisting off the cap and chugging it down with no real ceremony. It was a function of his life he’d long since stopped enjoying, but if he was to survive, to make sure there was someone out there trying to make sure no one went on a rampage, well… It was the least he could do to avenge those he’d lost.
While he couldn’t make a move on Gold alone, he could at least stop him forming his own militia the way he had once used the Jones brothers.
No, Killian would not be used like that again.
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Continues on AO3