Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Rated: R
Chapter: 20
Chapter Author: DesiringPirates
Summary: Just when Achille might think he has a chance, and unwelcome
visitor comes and ruins it.
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Chapter 20

"Want to share a bottle?" Elizabeth asked, standing in the doorway to
Achille's office. She was wearing a simple nightgown with a robe, borrowed
from Selene, and held a bottle of rum also courtesy of Selene. She smiled at
the captain of the ship as he stood up and offered her his arm. She accepted
it, and they smiled all the way to the prow of the ship.

Elizabeth uncorked the bottle and went to take a sip. "I hope you don't mind
my germs. I didn't bother getting glasses."

"I don't mind. Just don't backwash." Achille grinned at the laughter in
Elizabeth's eyes and took the bottle from her. "So how are you doing this
fine evening, Mrs. Sparrow?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "Elizabeth. My name is Elizabeth." She smiled and took
the bottle from him, and took an unladylike gulp. "And I've been doing
well, surprisingly." She stepped closer to Achille, and smiled when he
relaxed at the closeness of her. "I just have one simple request, if it is
not to horrible."

"What would that be, my Gem?" Achille asked, feeling the rum loosen him up a
bit. "Anything you want, and I'll see what I can do."

Elizabeth placed the bottle on the deck, and turned so she could lean her
back on the railing, looking up at Achille. Even though he was nice, and
handsome, for sure- there was still something about him that she couldn't
trust. But if she had to do it... she would seduce him, to get back to Jack.

"Do you understand how it is to miss someone?" she asked, her smile fading
as she thought of Jack.

Achille sobered up, knowing what (or who) she was talking about, and nodded
once. "Oui. I know."

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

"More than you know, Mrs. Sparrow." Achille shifted, noticing she was
leaning closer. "I hate the changes."

"Changes?" Elizabeth asked, curious to why he said that.

Achille leaned forward, his lips about an inch away from hers. "Do you know
what a Garou is, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth's mind was reeling by the closeness of him, and she almost missed
what he said. "Ga- Garou? Doesn't that mean..." Elizabeth searched her mind
for the translation, and only came out with: "Wo- wolf? You have a wolf on
board?"

That explains that dog beast creature that stole me.

"More specifically, werewolf." Achille paused, and looked Elizabeth straight
in the eyes. "That's what I am, Mrs. Sparrow."

Elizabeth felt like all the air was sucked out of her lungs. Certainly, she
heard about the were beasts before, but she never knew they existed. They
didn't exist. But there was something else about Achille that she couldn't
put her finger on, and maybe... maybe this was it.

"A w-w- we- were - werewolf?" Elizabeth stuttered, and closed her eyes. Upon
opening them, she looked into the cold depths of Achille's eyes, and
believed him. "How- how long?"

"Nearly twenty years, now. I was attacked when I turned twenty. I was...
well... let's just say that I 'deflowered' a farmer's daughter, and the
farmer happened to be a loup-garou." Achille sighed, and absentmindedly rubbed
his chest, right where his heart was. "It took another month, but I changed.
And... things were never the same."

Elizabeth was touched by the sincerity and the loss that edged in his
normally sharp voice, and without thinking, began to rub his back.

"That sounds horrible." Elizabeth tried to steer the conversation back to
Jack and her leaving. "I wish... I wish I could help."

Achille looked her up and down, the hungry look back in his eyes. "Gem, you
have no idea how much you would. I'd been searching the seas and lands for
the cure... and I think I found it. Oh, Sparrow has tried to stop me, many
times, but it never works. I usually get what I want."

Elizabeth stepped closer to him, and dropped her voice to a whisper. This
was it, the moment she was dreading, but waiting, for. "What do you want?"
And she couldn't help but feel disgusted when Achille grabbed her waist and
brought her in.

Achille dropped his own voice to barely a whisper and stared into her eyes,
his lids drooped. "You, Mrs. Sparrow." And he swooped his head down and
kissed her.

Oh God, did he taste awful. A mixture of the rum he just drank and sweat,
mixed in with a sharp bitter taste of... what's that? Blood? Yech. It was
vile- he was vile. But as his lips danced on hers, she had no choice but to
kiss him back. She had to, to keep up this charade.

She wished Jack came to save her soon.
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Will was still staring at the woman, Selene, Jack said his name was, and
Jack had to literally drag him away. He came to her senses when she was out
of his eyesight, and followed Jack to the Captain's quarters.

"Why are we here?" Will asked, looking around the room. He spoke in a small
whisper, but knew Jack was listening, thanks to their excellent hearing.
"She's not here."

"I know." Jack whispered back, and continued to snoop around the room. "I'm
looking for clues, seeing if he took her... you know... or not."

"I don't think he did." Will hissed back, and heard the doorknob twist.
"Shit! Jack!"

But Jack was already by him, his sword drawn. "Prepare for the fightsy."

Will drew his own cutlass, and pointed it at the door. But instead of
Achille, like they thought it would be, it was the raven haired beauty-
Selene. Will was already lost when their eyes met, and she gasped. She
dropped the keys to the floor and clutched her chest.

"B- Bill? Is that you?" she asked, not believing her eyes.

Jack smirked. "Oh, yeah, that's who you had the affair with!"

Selene turned her attention to him now, and a strange smile appeared on her
face. "Jack?"

"Hello, luv." Jack smiled back, and managed to sheath his sword in enough
time so Selene could throw herself at him. "I see I still have this affect
on you."

Selene pulled back and slapped him across the face. Will grinned, he always
liked it when someone smacked him.

"Jackson Sparrow, you never had an affect on me." Selene snapped, and turned
to Will.

"And where have you been?"

Will looked confused. "E- excuse me?"

"You heard me!"

"Uh, Selene, luv?" Jack interrupted, and pulled her closer to him. "That's
not Bill. That's Will."

"Will?"

"Will."

"Not Bill?"

"Not Bill. Will."

"Will."

"Hello!" Will interrupted, waving his hand. "My name is William Maynard
Turner Junior, and I want to know where the hell my friend is, if you don't
mind?"

Selene smiled. "Last time I saw her, she was in my cabin. She was changing
for bed."

"Bed?" Will asked, seeming confused.

"You mean, she's not in the brig or chained up somewhere?" Jack asked,
equally confused.

Selene shook her head. "No, she's not in a cell. Or chained. She's been
walking around the ship for the past six days." Selene smiled, and then
noticed that they were standing in Achille's office. Her smile fell. "Shit!
Jack, you have to get out of here!"

"I'm not going anywhere without Elizabeth." Jack's tone booked no argument.

Selene sighed. "I thought you might say that. Listen- I'll bring her to your
longboat, you know if Achille catches you here he'll rip you to shreds!"

"Not if I tear him up first." Jack said dangerously, and Will grimaced. He
remembered what Jack told him about Annabella.

Then a familiar, rose and lime scent filled Will's nostrils, and an image of
Elizabeth's face filled his mind. She was close- probably only outside on
the deck, and Will smiled.

"Jack- do you smell that?"

He heard Jack sniff the air, and he began to rush towards the door.

"Elizabeth!"

Will stopped Jack, and forced him to look at him.

"Jack- I don't think that it would be wise to march out and get killed.
Understand me?" Will asked, and Jack nodded. Will could tell he was anxious
to get to Elizabeth, he was too, but if they were going to rescue her and
get out alive, Jack had to calm down. "Take deep breaths- breathe in her
scent. Keep yourself calm." Jack did just that, took deep breaths, and soon
he was calm.

"You ready?"

Jack nodded.

"Let's go."
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Achille pulled away from Elizabeth with a smile. She was as sweet as she
tasted. He looked at her through hooded eyes, and didn't even bother to try
to fight the erection he was getting.

"I knew you wanted me."

Elizabeth flushed. "I... I want Jack. I shouldn't have done that."

"Oh, poor dear." Achille kissed her again, and Elizabeth fought the urge to
bite down on his tongue. But she had a feeling that he might like that.

Elizabeth made the kiss short, and pulled away. She faked a smile.

"Sorry. I'm a bad man." Achille joked, his hands resting at her waist.

"Your not a bad man." Elizabeth said, low and throaty. "I know it. That's
why I know that you'll let me go."

"Why would I do that?" Achille's voice, now heavy with the same desire.
Only, his was real.

"Because I trust you. Please, let me return to my husband." Elizabeth
begged, and placed her hands on his chest.

"I will... for a price."
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Will stopped and heard Elizabeth's voice. Blessing his new hearing, he
carefully made his way over to where he thought she might be, Jack following
about 3 feet behind him.

"Your not a bad man." Elizabeth said, low and throaty. "I know it. That's
why I know that you'll let me go."

"Why would I do that?" Achille's voice, now heavy with the same desire,
filled the air. Will was so glad that Jack was busy sniffing for Elizabeth
too hear.

"Because I trust you. Please, let me return to my husband."

There was silence, and Will slowly looked around the corner to see Achille
and Elizabeth, very close, and very much not doing a good thing.

"I will... for a price."

Will saw Achille lean down ... no, Elizabeth was standing on her toes- and
she gently kissed the vile man's lips. Will frowned, and gasped when he
realized that Jack was only two seconds away from the disgusting sight. He
quickly turned around and pushed Jack back, but Jack fought him.

"She's there! I know she is! Eunuch, if ye don't let me see her-"

"You don't want to see her. Not now."

"Why?" Jack tried to get pass Will again, but the younger man fought to keep
him back. "Is he hurting her? I'll kill him!"

"Jack, no-" But Jack pushed him away, and rushed over to where Will once
stood.

Then Will thought the world stopped, by the look on Jack's face. It was once
full of anger and fright, afraid that Elizabeth was being hurt, and now was
blank of emotions. No shock. No horror.
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Elizabeth faked a moan, trying to persuade Achille to let her leave the
ship, all the while thinking: Oh god. He tasted awful. I want to be kissing
Jack.

Achille deepened the kiss, and growled as Elizabeth accepted his tongue. She
just wanted to bite it off.

When she was just about to pull away, a definite shot rang out, and
Elizabeth broke away harshly and looked at the railing next to them. The
wood was splintered, and a bullet was embedded in it. She turned around and
saw Jack.

Even though he was livid, and holding a smoking bullet towards where she was
standing, she couldn't help but feel happy that he finally came.

Why is he shooting at me?

"Jack!"

She was roughly pulled back, and felt the cool blade of Achille's blade
against her throat.

"You bitch." He hissed in her ear. "You seduced me." He looked up at Jack,
with icy cold eyes. "SPARROW! You should be happy to know that your wife
just wanted to bed me!"

"Wife?" Jack growled, and gave Liz a look of confusion ... and disgust.
"What do you mean?" And he took a step forward.

This time, Achille's blade dug in her throat, and she screamed out in pain.
The cut wouldn't kill her, not yet, not if he really sliced her.

"I'll do it, Jack!" Achille spat, and relished at Jack freezing in spot.
"Just like Annabelle, do you remember her?"

Elizabeth saw darkness flash through Jack's eyes, and cried. She was going
to die, Achille was going to kill her...

"Remember how she came to me, and I ripped her limbs off one by one? Tasted
her blood?" Achille grinned, and started to walk backwards. Jack followed,
though carefully and slowly.

"Jack, please! He's a werewolf! He'll hurt you! Don't listen to him!"
Elizabeth cried out, her tears blurring her vision.

"I know." Jack said curtly.

"Well, then, why don't you let her know about yourself? Why don't you two
tell her what you also are?"

The deck went silent, save for Elizabeth's jagged breaths. A slight wind
blew, and Will stepped forward.

"Elizabeth-"

Jack stopped him. "Don't."

Will pushed his arm away, and snarled. "You have no right to tell me what to
do." And he stopped at least five feet away from where Achille was still
holding Elizabeth. "Elizabeth- there's no easy way to say this, so I'll
just... say it. I'm like Achille, Elizabeth. I'll change at the full moon."

Elizabeth gasped, and tried to reach out to grab her friend, but Achille
held her tight.

"Will! How... how?" She closed her eyes, and opened them a couple of seconds
later. "Who... who bit you?

Will dropped his head, and looked over at Jack. Elizabeth started crying
again, not wanting to hear that the man she loved was a beast. She didn't
want to hear Jack say it.

But he said it anyway.

"I did, Peapod."

Achille laughed at Elizabeth distress. She was limp in his arms, and easier
to hold. "Glad you know the truth now, Gem? Glad to know why everyone here
wants you so much?"

Elizabeth gasped at the word 'Gem', and remembered the book. She remembered
the 'oddness' that Jack was going to tell her about... after he ... after he
and her.... Oh God.

Achille stared at Jack, and snarled. "I'll kill her. I don't care that she's
still virgin." Achille placed the blade closer to her neck. "I'll do the
same to her."

"Go ahead."

"Jack!" Will said, and Elizabeth yelled.

"Try."

"Jack!" Elizabeth cried, and felt her body being pushed to the railing.

"You won't do it."

"Jack, Jack, Jack..." Achille laughed, and paused. "You obviously don't know
me. She dies, and another is born."

And the next thing Elizabeth knew, she was pushed over the edge, and was to
shock and didn't have enough time to take a deep breath before she plunged
into the water. It was to late for her to take a deep breath, and she
swallowed a bunch of sea water, feeling it fill her lungs.

Drowning... she thought. I'm drowning.

Elizabeth vaguely registered the water breaking again, didn't feel it when
someone grabbed her around the waist and propelled up. Before she hit the
surface, she was out, and leaned against the man who saved her.