I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (CaptainSwan) ON HOLD

2~ Turmoil

Killian's POV

I looked out over my crew as they worked, thinking over the events of the previous night. I'd kissed many a woman in my life but never had one captured my attention like her. Emma. The sensation of the kiss still resided with me, tingling on my lips, taunting me. I was sure in this moment that the image of her would forever burn in the back of my mind. How could one forget such a sight? The specks of gold floating around in her sea-green orbs, the golden tendrils of hair flowing down her arms like a stream. In all my years, I'd never seen such a captivating being. She'd haunt my very existence for the rest of my eternity. Constantly being within reach but never to touch again. But if I could only just feel her, breath her in just one more time... No. I can't. I can't give up everything for a woman. It's just... just ridiculous. "Ehem, sir..." The weak and quivering voice made me cringe as it met my ears. Smee. "Yes, Mr. Smee?" I could practically feel the fear radiating of this pathetic little man. I despised weakness more than anything in a person. "Um- uh... we have a slight problem." "And what might that be?" I asked, turning on my heel to face him. "It's about the last house you hit last night." My eyes went wide at hearing it. The last house I hit was hers. "What of it?" "The little boy who lives in it... he saw you. He knows. Do you understand what this could mean?" I understood what it meant all too well. Our entire system depended on the belief of children. The delusion they held in their innocent little minds that Santa was some kind of hero. A kind old man only coming once a year to bring them all their heart's desires. But when that delusion is broken, when it's replaced with the cold hard truth that their precious Kris Kringle was nothing more than a monstrous thief... they'd stop believing. And when they stop believing it takes the power, the magic of the whole operation away. Even just one little boy's loss of faith can make a crack in the grand scheme of it all that cannot be mended. "How do we fix it? There's got to be some way to make him see the way he used to, to cloud his view."  Smee grabbed his raggedy hat from his head with shaking hands, twisting it in his hands nervously. "There is one way. We have a fair amount of magic in supply. Things that could make a little boy forget," He breathed out shakily, "But it's too risky." I furrowed my eyebrows; gripping his shirt tightly between my fingers and pulling him in angrily, "Oh I could care less how risky it is Mr. Smee. This could be catastrophic if not seen to. So I suggest that you scurry your little self over to the vault and get me the bloody magic," My grip tightened, "Have I made myself clear?" The old man gave a pathetic nod before shuffling away hastily. It was pitiful, really. How completely spineless a person could be. I pushed the thought out of my mind and began the journey to my quarters. If I was going to go back to the Swan's house, I was going to be prepared.
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My fingers traced the icy rims of the windows on the small house. I always revelled in the feeling of the cold surging through my veins. It never failed to remind me just who I was and just what I wanted. Something that I was having trouble remembering right now. Cheerful giggles could be heard from where I was standing, the warm light of the household trickling through every crack; creeping into the darkness surrounding me. "Disgusting," I mumbled to myself in a whisper. A voice came again, it was muffled, but unmistakably hers. Emma's. I'd recognise the sweet sound of the Swan girl from miles away. "Henry," She beamed, "Why don't you go get the hot chocolate." A laugh rumbled through my body. How strange humans could be. Always devouring 'chocolate' in all its forms as though their lives depended on it. Ridiculous. I snuck around the house to the window at the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear when I saw that the boy was alone. It was the perfect chance to use my magic. "Well then, Henry, shall we make you forget what you saw last night?" I pried the weak sheet of glass open with my Hook as quietly as I could and climbed in. The boy was far too consumed in his whistling of that dreadful Christmas song here comes Santa Claus to notice me. It made me laugh on the inside at how apropos the tune was at this time. "Ahem," The whistling stopped in an instant and the boy froze. "What's wrong, Lad? Not a fan of Santa?" A flood of mutters came out of his mouth but nothing I could make sense of. "Alright, alright. I was hoping we'd get on well so that this would be easier but I suppose that's not gonna happen." I snapped my fingers, feeling the magic spark between them, and the boy was in the air. You could see the fear on his face. Smell it coming off of him in waves. "MO-" The boy started to scream but I stopped him, "-Ah, ah, ah mate I don't think you'll want to alert your Mum," A smile spread across my face. There's nothing that thrilled me quite as much as the feeling of power. Control. And right now I had both. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice cracking. "Oh I think you know. But not for much longer." With a wave of my hand the boy was passed out on the floor. I stepped over to him, sprinkling the magic over top of his head. When he woke, he'd remember nothing of the past night and nothing of what had just happened. He'd be just the way I needed him to be. Ignorant. "Henry," The Swan called out and I could hear her footsteps approaching. "Well then," I whispered to myself, "I suppose that's my queue to go."  I skipped the climb out the window and transported myself outside of the house, chancing one last glance back at the Swan family. Emma was on the floor next to Henry, shaking him worriedly. "Henry," She shouted, "Henry, please wake up!" Worry not, Swan. He'll be fine. I was about to leave when, suddenly, The kitchen door flung open again and a man hurried into the room, falling on the floor next to Emma. "Who the bloody h::: is that?" My fists involuntarily clenched as I watched the tiny little man gather Emma in his arms and stroke her head. Who did he think he was touching my Emma? A strange feeling bubbled within me and my blood ran cold. It was almost as if I felt... jealous. "No," I pulled away from the window, "I don't get jealous. I don't care what she does." Without allowing myself another glance, I transported away from her house and back to my ship. I would not allow myself to be defeated by feelings. Those are for humans. And Killian Jones did not get jealous.
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Writer's Note:
This was fun to write. It's exciting being inside his head
when he's such a psychopath lol. Next coming chapter soon!