Chapter One
"You have ruined my life for the last time!" Regina said as she held Hook on her magical choke grasp. "I will ruin what you care for..."
Hook gripped at his neck trying to release the hold but was helpless.
"What do you want? Please stop Regina!"
"I want you to suffer...to lose who you love..."
There was a great darkness that filled the evil Queen's eyes, a type of tortured pain that she could not hide. Hook's eyes became closed as he took his last breaths. His body was immobile as a smile became etched on Regina's face. Emma's eyes were filled with tears but a voice echoed in her mind. The voice repeated her name over and over again. Eventually Emma awoke to find Hook holding her and calling her name. She welcomed herself into his embrace as he tightened his arms around her. He whispered it would be okay.
"What were you dreaming that caused you to shake that way?" Hook asked with a genuinely sweet tone.
"I dreamt of losing someone close..."
"Everyone is alright...they are all home love.."
When Hook called her that, it used to make her sick, but since they had kissed..it made her feel safe and loved. She couldn't hide the smile that arose on her face. It had been a month since they had kissed, a month since Regina discovered that Robin hood's supposed dead wife is alive and in Storybrooke, a month of nightmares consisting of Regina seeking her vengeance. It has also been a month of romantic moments Emma has spent with hook, of amazing and passionate kisses, long talks, and stories of their pasts.
Emma walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and began drinking it to find she was unable to get water from it. As she looked at it, she found that it was completely ice. It was frozen from the inside out.
"Well Swan, maybe we need to heat that up a bit..." he said as he gave her a sensual look by smirking and raising an eyebrow. This look made her giggle.
Hook walked to her and placed his hand on her waist and his hook to the side-resting on the table. He touched his lips to hers but stopped from a knock on the door.
There stood David. He had blood covering him from head to toe and he had his sword still clasped in his hand. He stood slightly shaking and severely sweaty as haunting words left his lips:
"We have a problem..."
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