Varcolac: A Hybrid Tale - Part Three (3/5)
Varcolac: A Hybrid Tale - Part Three for the @cssns
From Romanian folklore, encompassing traits attributed to both the vampire and werewolf, and loosely translated to mean ‘werewolf demon’, a varcolac is a hybrid.
Summary: A continuation of parts one and two, Killian and Emma are called back to Storybrooke where a series of attacks has plagued the town.
Rated: M - for language, darker themes, and sexy times / Part three of five (3/5)
A/N: A big thank you to @kmomof4 and the other @cssns mods for creating this event. Much love to @artistic-writer for being my kick ass beta, and another huge thank you to @flipperbrain for her stunning artwork!
Part Three
The rattle of the phone buzzing on the bedside table echoed through the room.
“Ignore it,” Killian mumbled against Emma’s neck.
“It could be important,” Emma half-heartedly protested as Killian molded himself to her recently transformed body, pressing her further into the mattress as he continued his early morning explorations.
“Not as important as this.”
“As what?” Emma panted in eager anticipation at the graze of his fangs along her throat.
“Getting you to the point where you’ll howl my name in ecstacy.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Again with the wolf puns? Seriously?” The buzzing continued from the bedside table. “You really should answer that.”
“If you think I’m going to forego pleasuring my mate, so I can be talked into whatever new creature Cleo wants us to go after this time, you are barking up the wrong tree.”
“Ugh. That’s it.” Emma shoved Killian off her with a playful chuckle, then quickly sprang from the bed out of his reach. “Come up with new material,” buzz, “and answer your phone, Jones.”
“Swan!” Killian whined as she made her way into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
As much as she’d like nothing more than to let him carry through with his plans for her that morning, it was good for him to not always be the one to call the shots. Although he’d established them as equal partners in their bonds from the very beginning, Emma knew that his Alpha nature was there just beneath the surface. She appreciated her mate’s willingness to set aside his instinctual nature, and even though she had no problem with his dominance, it was fun to put him in his place every so often.
“Yeah, what,” she heard Killian snap irritatedly into the phone. The sound had Emma suppressing a giggle, until she heard his tone change. “Graham? What is it? Is it Granny? Ruby?”
Emma quickly finished throwing on some clothes and hurried back to an ashen faced Killian seated tensely on the edge of the bed.
“No, no. They’re fine,” Graham assured. Emma could feel the strain start to leave Killian’s body. “For now, at least.”
Killian met her confused expression with one of his own before he hit the speaker button on his phone. Although he knew she could hear what Graham was saying, it was his way of including her in the conversation.
“What do you mean, for now?” Killian questioned. “What’s going on, mate?”
A deep sigh crackled over the phone before the man answered. “I’ve got a situation here, Killian. I’m out of my depth and I… I need your help.”
“You need my help?”
“Well, yours and your mate’s,” Graham clarified.
“Emma,” Killian insisted, earning him a brief smile from her.
“Right, Emma. Sorry,” Graham replied with a hint of penitence. “From what Ruby tells me, this is right up your alley.”
“And what exactly is that? What’s going on, Graham?”
Another heavy pause stretched out over the line before he answered, “We’ve had a series of vampire attacks. I don’t know if it’s just one or several.”
“What kind of attacks?” Emma questioned, now earning herself a small smile from Killian as she pressed the man for answers.
“At first the victims were all in human form. They were persuaded, so they don’t remember anything about the attack, but they were left with varying degrees of injuries.”
“How many victims are we talking about? How long has this been going on?” Killian inquired.
“Eleven in the past three months.”
Killian and Emma both balked at his answer, with Emma quick to admonish, “And you’re just now calling for help?”
Another sigh. “The Oz pack wouldn’t agree to it… until now.”
“Why now? What’s changed?” Killian asked.
“During this last full moon cycle there was another attack,” Graham explained. “It or they went after the Oz pack’s Alpha… He’s dead, Killian.”
Killian sucked in a sharp breath at the news. Emma knew there was no love lost between the Oz pack’s Alpha (or any of its members) and the hybrid he’d always referred to as an abomination. Never having had the displeasure of meeting the Alpha herself, Emma had only ever heard him described as a real devil of a dog with his mate being a real wicked bitch - according to Ruby.
Emma met Killian’s eyes and neither of them had to say a word, their bond did all the communicating that was necessary.
“Give us the day to settle a few things we need to wrap up here,” Killian replied. “We’ll head to Storybrooke first thing tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Killian,” Graham exhaled on a relieved breath. “Thank you both.”
After ending the call Killian took Emma’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips. “I guess it’s back to werewolf country, love,” he quipped before placing a light kiss to the back of her hand.