Demons

Chapter One
Pairings: Barbossa/Elizabeth, Will/Elizabeth, Jack/Elizabeth

Elizabeth bit into the apple’s shiny, green skin. It was bitter, much like her life now. Was it harder to live with your lover dead or to have him alive but only able to see him for one day every ten years? She swallowed the tart slice. The taste reminded her of Hector. She threw the apple across the room and watched it smack into the wall, the juices oozing out of the thin, green skin. Battered and bruised…perhaps that wasn’t such a bad idea.

Elizabeth walked over to the baby’s bassinet and gently lifted her son out, knowing he would be crying to be fed soon. He opened up his big round eyes and let out a loud cry on cue.

“I know, my love, I know,” she cooed down softly at him as she loosened her top and guided him to her breast.

She sat down in the chair with him and hummed softly as he suckled at her breast. A little smile crossed her face. Every time she looked at him she saw Will and it would make her heart swell a little bit. She truly did love him. Why would a woman wait around for a man to show up every ten years if she didn’t?

“Hungry little lad, ain’t he?” she heard Jack’s gruff voice say and she jumped a bit.

“Good Lord, you scared me,” Elizabeth glared at him, adjusting her top a bit so little William could keep feeding, but Jack wouldn’t get a show.

“I’ve seen them before, luv, remember?” Jack smirked as he pushed the toe of his leather boot against the door frame and scuffed it to remove some caked mud.

Elizabeth gave him another angry glare.
“That was once, Jack, and I would appreciate it if you would clean off your boots before stepping into my house,” Elizabeth replied curtly.

“Nay, this is yours and Will’s house and I don’t think he’d mind me cleaning off me boots,” Jack said as he stepped forward inside, sashaying his hips slightly.

“Why are you here? In search of rum and money would be my guess,” Elizabeth said as she felt little William’s mouth pull away from her nipple, letting his mother know that his belly was full.

“Aye, and for a good woman’s touch as well,” Jack smiled with a twinkle in his dark eyes that made Elizabeth blush slightly.

“I’m a married woman now, Mr. Sparrow,” Elizabeth said, fixing the top of her dress and laying her son over her shoulder to burp him.

“I’ve slept with plenty of married women before, besides your husband won’t be back for another nine years, so he’d never know,” Jack said.

“But I would know,” Elizabeth said, placing little William back in his bassinet and crossing her arms.

“Aye, lass, you would, but you also owe me,” Jack reminded her, cocking an eyebrow.

Elizabeth felt herself grow so angry that her entire body trembled.

“You killed me, lass. The least you could do is try to make up for it,” Jack said, his heavy boots making a loud noise as he walked closer to her.

She wasn’t quick enough and soon his rough, chapped lips were roughly kissing hers. She tried to fight off the feelings, but felt her knees go weak and she gripped his arms to keep from fainting. Once they had been all alone on that island and well, one thing had lead to another. Now she was going to find herself back in the arms of a man she so desperately wanted to hate. She loved Will, she really did, she held the key to his heart, but she found herself being torn between two other men who couldn’t be more different from her Will.

Jack’s lips were coarse against her velvet skin. He left little bit marks against her silky flesh as he removed the clothing off her. Her father had left behind a substantial amount of money in his will for her and Elizabeth was making a nice life for herself and her son. His calloused hands groped her breasts, which were slightly larger due to the breast feeding. He squeezed them firmly and Elizabeth squeaked softly as a steady stream of breast milk drizzled out.

“Oh, sorry,” she panted.
“Don’t be, I wonder if it’s as sweet as you, luv,” Jack grinned, clamping his mouth around her pink nipple and sucked softly.

Elizabeth closed her dark eyes and let out a soft moan; it wasn’t like feeding little William at all. His fingers grazed her bare hips and she pushed his pants down with the balls of her feet. Oh, Elizabeth, you’re a damn fool, she cursed herself. For a brief moment she saw Hector’s face in front of hers instead of Jack’s.

“Mmm, Lizzie,” Jack whispered into her ear as he pulled her hips forward and slid into her with such grace and ease, but managed to make it vulgar and rough as well.

Not even Will called her Lizzie. She honestly hated it when people did, but with Jack it was different. It was even different with Hector, he could call her Lizzie if he had wanted, but mainly she was just “pet.” With her eyes closed, she tried to envision Will making love to her, but it wasn’t working. All she saw was Jack’s face twisting in pleasure as he grew closer to releasing. She gripped his shoulders hard as he did so. Elizabeth gathered her fallen dress against her body when all was over.

“You know where the rum and money are,” she said, not having the courage to look him in the eyes, she was feeling very ashamed of herself for falling for him again since she had fought the urges for so long.

“See you soon, my luv,” Jack grinned, sauntering down the stairs.

Elizabeth pushed the hot tears back and gazed over at the bassinet little William was sleeping in. Perhaps the only thing she was good at was betraying the people she cared for in her life. Jack took what he needed and was on his way, tipping his hat to her on the way out.

“Wait…Jack, before you go…is The Black Pearl porting here by any chance?” Elizabeth asked calmly, not wanting her voice to betray her desperation and excitement.

Jack turned back around to smirk at her.

“No idea, luv, just watch for the wind to change I suggest,” he said before he left.

Three nights later, Elizabeth sat in the chair, rocking her son to sleep. The windows were opened and the gentle breeze kicked up, shaking the sills. It didn’t phase William a bit since was out like a light. She placed him the crib and pulled the robe tighter around her small frame as a smile broke out across her face.

“Hector,” she whispered against the strong wind, believing that it would carry her desire to the pirate captain.

“Maria, please look after William. I need to head into town for just a bit,” Elizabeth told her maid and the girl nodded in response.

Elizabeth dug through her closet and found the dark maroon dress that Barbossa had made her wear on her first trip upon the Black Pearl. She was surprised to find that he still had it stowed away on the ship and he had given it to her after she had her time with Will before he returned to The Dutchman. She pulled it on and pulled her hair away from her face. She was all too eager about meeting with him since she knew exactly what was in store for her. She had a lot of demons to deal with this time around. The soft ground smooshed under her shoes as she made her way to the port.

The Black Pearl was docked, the black sails ruffling in the steady wind. Elizabeth felt her heart speed up as she walked up the docks and made her way onto the ship. Why the hell was she doing this? She should just turn around and go back home to her house and her son. She should forget about these pirate men who made her question her love for Will. She should just go back home and wait patiently for nine years for William to return. Silly girl, was a man worth waiting that long over?

“Ello, poppet,” Pintel grinned at her.

Elizabeth gave him a little smile.

“The captain’s been expecting you,” he replied as she pushed on the doors to his cabin and entered.

“Hello…Hector,” Elizabeth said as a playful smile tugged on her lips.

“Hector ya be calling me now?” he asked, eyeing the dress she was wearing.

“If you prefer, I can call you something else,” she replied as she advanced on him.

“Aye, lass, I do and you know it. We not be lovers, my pet,” Barbossa said, standing up.

He reached his hand up and she pressed her soft, warm cheek into the rough palm.

“I know…master,” she whispered against his skin, wanting his cruel touch.