Cheers to Forever, Love.

Stowaway

Chapter One.

A year on the Jolly Roger had opened Freya's eyes to a universe she thought she knew everything about.
She had long since come to terms with the idea that whatever had taken her to Neverland in the first place probably wasn't coming back - so she had adjusted. But during her adjustment period, the last thing she had expected to do was fall in love.
Yet here she found herself, curled up in the arms of one Killian Jones in his quarters; the only sound was the gentle waves crashing against the sides of the ship.
"Good morning Stowaway." Killian's croaky half-awake voice filled Freya's ears with song.
"Good morning Captain." She giggled, nuzzling her face into his shirt sleeve, playfully.
He chuckled his reply, wrapping his arm around her waist a little tighter.
"We should hit land to resupply today." The Captain stretched out his limbs, causing several clicks and cracks of his bones.
"Mmmm..." Freya smiled. "It'll be nice to have my feet firmly back on solid ground again."
Killian released one more chuckle as he leaned over and planted a warm, passionate kiss on his Heretic's lips.
Freya sat up and got out of bed, quickly grabbing her leather trousers to slip them on, then moved to her corset.
"Need a hand, love?" The Captain asked.
"I've lived many centuries in corsets and I only had a maid for a few of those centuries. Believe me – I know how to put on a corset by myself." Freya smirked, playfully glaring at the pirate as she tightened the strings.
"Perhaps I just like being near you." He frowned, not even attempting to hide his smile.
"You're a silly one, Killian Jones." Freya teased as she propped her backside up on the Captain's desk to put on her black boots and floor length black leather coat.
"It must be the affect you have over me." He mumbled as he walked over to her, brushing a loose strand of jet black hair behind her ear.
As their faces neared, Freya only felt the need to play more; using his immediate distance against him by slipping out from between his body and the desk in the middle of his quarters.
She laughed as Killian stumbled, grabbing a leather string to tie her mid-back length hair from beside the bed before making her way back over to him.
"I'll be back in a minute. One of us needs to go and check on the crew and you have no trousers on." Freya winked.
A spring jumped into her step as she kissed him on the cheek, grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the desk and made her way upstairs to the deck.
Killian smiled to himself, feeling rather content as he pulled on his trousers and sat in the desk's chair, sighing as he looked over the pile of maps and journals.
He leaned forward, grabbed a dagger from his sword belt and twisted it between his fingers thoughtfully.

*Flashback*
Freya woke up with a start, shooting up into a sitting position.
"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, it's alright. You're safe." A hand pressed down on her shoulder, returning her back to the uncomfortable attempt at a mattress.
The Heretic looked to her left, only to confirm what she already suspected – she was not in a dream.
"You're bleeding." She mumbled, wiping her eyes with frustration and hunger.
Killian looked down at his hand seeing a splinter had dragged itself across his skin, only to plant itself solidly below the blood-splattered knuckle of his index finger.
"Oh dear... So I am." He frowned, getting up.
He went over to his desk and grabbed a dagger, water and cloth.
Hook began to dig into his wound with the blade, poorly attempting to be rid of the inch long piece of wood.
"Bloody Hell, come here." Freya quickly grew tired of watching him make a fool of himself.
Hook sighed impatiently, but not making any protest as he sat back down at Freya's bedside.
The Heretic took his hand and inspected it.
"We may need a bowl." She furrowed her eyebrows. "The bruising tells me its hit one of the veins."
"I'm a goner..." Hook smirked, a subtle sarcastic tone to his voice.
"You will be if you keep making jokes instead of letting me get the wood out." Freya scowled, taking the dagger from him.
Hook didn't quite know what to say, so only ended up raising an eyebrow at her.
"Get me that bowl please." She pointed to the empty fruit bowl on his desk. Hook simply complied and sat the bowl in his lap. "This is probably going to hurt."
She placed a section of the dagger's blade under the splinter and used her thumb to grip it and yank it out.
The Captain winced and pulled his hand back instinctively.
"Ouch! That bloody hurt!" His hook cradled the hand that now pulsed with blood.
"It'll hurt even more if you cradle it long enough for it to get infected." Freya rolled her eyes.
Hook practically pouted, clearly not used to being spoken to in this manner, especially not by a woman – let alone one he had just met, but held out his hand for her anyway.
She took it back, but waited a moment to let the rest of the blood drain into the bowl.
Once it had calmed, she held the dagger over the nearest candle until it was searing hot.
"What are you going to do with that?" Hook looked mildly terrified.
"The only way to stop the bleeding is to cauterise the wound." Freya explained, taking the dagger off the heat. "I'll count to three and put this to your skin. Prepare yourself." She instructed. Hook simply nodded. "One-"
Without warning, she pressed the red hot dagger to the Captain's hand, causing him to release an almighty roar of agony.
"You said you'd count to bloody three!" He groaned, clutching his hand like an injured bird.
"People lie sometimes." Freya shrugged, putting down the blade with an expression clear to Hook that she didn't care in the least that he was in pain. "Now give me that hand back. I need to clean it and wrap it."
Hook looked slightly disgusted with the whole situation, but complied.
Gently, Freya wiped his wound of blood and wrapped a clean cloth around his hand, ensuring no more bleeding and no infection so long as the hand's owner didn't pick any fights.
"Are you a healer?" Hook asked after a whiles silence.
"I used to be. I was even a nurse for the American Civil War." Freya reminisced.
"Never heard of it. But it sounds like you're a tough lass. Thank you for fixing up my hand." He gave her a small half smile as he stood up, taking the bowl with him.
"It's okay, I've got that." Freya told him.
"I'm going back up on deck, love. This waste can go overboard." He replied.
The Heretic jogged over to him, taking the bowl.
"It's fine. I've got it." She told him.
Hook frowned, finding her behaviour and insistence odd, but nodded all the same and made his way up the stairs.
Freya waited a moment to make sure she was alone before putting the bowl to her lips.
As the crimson liquid trickled down her throat, she fell into utter bliss. She took it slow and savoured it, not knowing when she was going to be able to feed again.
"What the bloody Hell are you doing?" Hook's voice came from the other side of the bowl.
In a panic, Freya quickly turned around, hiding her true face from him.
But the tenacious Hook maneuvered himself to her front, seeing her for what she really was.
The veins under her eyes were bulging under her skin and blacked from God-knows-what, the whites of her eyes had turned red and the fangs that replaced her usual Human canines were pointed and sharp like two white arrowheads.
"What are you?" He asked.

Killian smiled down at the blade in his hand, recalling the first time he saw her for what she truly was. He laughed at how far the pair of them had come since all of that. He placed the blade back down on the desk and put the tip of his hook to the palm of his hand, dragging it down and deep. The thick, warm blood trickled down his wrist, dripping directly into a waiting wine glass, then wrapped a cloth over his wound, tying it with his teeth as Freya re-entered the Captain's quarters.
"All's well on deck, Captain." She smiled.
"Breakfast for you, love." Killian returned her expression as he held up the blood-filled glass.
"I fed only yesterday, Killi." The Heretic frowned, approaching her love.
"It's a special occasion." Killian shrugged, handing her the glass.
"Oh?" Freya tilted her head in confusion.
"It's been one year to the day that we met." He grinned, pulling her onto his lap.
Freya thought for a moment, then gave her love a nod.
"So it is." She said, planting a gentle kiss on Killian's left temple.
Just as the Heretic took a sip, the ship jolted forward violently, causing Freya to drop her cup – blood and glass splashing everywhere.
"What the bloody hell was that?" The Captain frowned, standing up abruptly.
"I have no idea..." Freya trailed off as she headed towards the stairs to the deck.
Up top, Freya and Killian gasped at what they saw. They were no longer in Neverland.