Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Rated R
Chapter Author: DesiringPirates
Summary: Elizabeth hears some unsettling news and doesn't handle it well. Thus, we meet the Gem. On the other ship, we see Will and Selene explaining to Gibbs 'the plan'.
WARNING: Death! Destruction! SEX!!! All the things that make a story good!
A/N: Okay... I have to do it... OH MY GOD IT'S CHAPTER THIRTY!!!! ACK! *So happy*
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Chapter Thirty

"Hello, my dear."

Elizabeth tried pulling on her restraints, trying to get away from the approaching man. But something stopped her heart cold. The vile man was holding a dagger... a dagger with some crimson on it... blood.

"I've just been to see your lover. He's doing quite well, now. He's resting." Achille smirked. "Might be permanent. In fact, I'm pretty sure it is." Achille took the dagger and stabbed his desk, the blade sinking in two inches.

Elizabeth gasped, but refused to cry in front of the man. Calmly, Achille wiped the blade on a red piece of cloth and dropped the piece of fabric on Elizabeth's stomach. He then leaned over her and moved his face an inch away from hers. His breath was foul, as was his smile, and he pressed his lips against hers. She clamped her lips shut, and tensed under him- but not in a good way.

"If you be nice to me, I'll let you go." Achille offered, and Elizabeth nodded. Deftly, Achille ripped off her ropes with a smile.

Elizabeth rubbed her wrists where angry red marks had appeared. Achille smirked and began kissing her neck, but Elizabeth just laid there. He could touch her all he wanted- Jack was dead or dying right now. She couldn't feel anything. And she certainly wasn't going to enjoy this.

"Gem, it works if I can get a response out of you."

Elizabeth laughed cruelly. "You think any other man can give me pleasure after Jack did?"

Achille growled, and ripped her skirt in half. He roughly grabbed her one breast, and stared down at her, his eyes black and furious. Elizabeth looked unimpressed.

"I have no time for this." Achille grunted, and stood up. "I have to prepare a ritual now."

"Have fun." Elizabeth's voice turned monotone.

"Oh, I will. Do you know what I plan to do?"

"No. Don't really care either."

"You should." Achille reached down and trailed his finger along her chin, and Elizabeth felt like she was about to throw up. "I'm going to kill you."

Silence.

"Oh, this is where I gasp in horror, right? Gimme a second... let's see if I can do a good one." Elizabeth closed her eyes, then opened them up wide and brought her hand to her mouth as she gasped. "Oh! The horror! The horror!"

Achille grinned. "Your hilarious."

"You smell funny."

Achille just rolled his eyes and took one step towards her. "I plan, Miss Swann, to cut Jack's heart open and make you drink it. Then I am going to cut you open and drink your blood, and then my humanity will be restored."

"That's horrible."

"Blood rituals aren't meant to be like a fancy tea party, Miss Swann."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, I meant about you having humanity and all. It's kinda funny, when you think about it." Elizabeth refused to look down at the bed she was sitting on, knowing full well what Achille dropped on her before. "So when's this party going to start?"

"Five hours. Use the time to grieve, and all, do the wierd female mourning routine, and then we'll go over to the little island over there." Achille pointed out the window, which showed a little island in the near distance. "Any last requests?"

"Leave me alone."

Achille just nodded and left.
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Selene read over the text that Will had showed her. It was interesting, knowing about how this magical 'gem' worked, and she got curious and started flipping through the pages. There was one gem that was said to help heighten pleasure- she laughed at that one, Will brought her enough pleasure.

Will. Despite the crew's current situation, Selene had to smile. She never felt so... warm and... fuzzy. It actually felt nice, knowing that Will will be there for the rest of her days- well, if they didn't do anything stupid. Selene even thought of marrying him, something she never dared dream off. She liked the freedom of the beast, and being a pirate (even though there were some times she hated the life she had chosen. Who doesn't?) and the thought of being married, being tied down to someone, was frightening. But not with Will, with Will... it seemed exciting.

I wonder if Jack feels this way about Elizabeth. Selene's smile faltered. She wanted her friends to be happy, and together, they both deserved it. Especially Jack. Jack reminded Selene of herself - they both wandered the seas, alone, and had very horrible things happen to them, and wasn't it funny at the same time they both found someone who cared for them? Will made her so happy, she knew Elizabeth must make Jack ecstatic.

"'Living Gems'? What's that about?" Will asked. Selene jumped a little and nearly dropped the book. Will just popped out of nowhere.

"Oh., um..." Selene cleared her throat, still trying to gather her wits, and looked down at the page she was just reading. "'Living Gems'. They sound interesting, they are regular humans, but when the person they love most gets hurt or killed, they are capable of great things. Like, this one woman in Germany apparently pushed a falling building out of the way, because it was about to fall on her child. And this man was capable of handling the elements when his wife was murdered in front of him."

"That's... interesting..."

Selene sighed. "Just thinking about it. I mean, we're not human, Jack's not human, the only person human in the group is-"

"Elizabeth. Yeah, so? I'm pretty sure Jack can handle himself in a situation."

"I just thought it was interesting. I mean, wouldn't it be amazing if Elizabeth jsut grew into this powerful being?"
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She sat in silence, her dead lover's red bandana in her lap. All was silent, both around her and inside her head. Surely I should feel something...anything. But the silence continued. Deafening. Elizabeth ran her hand over the red cloth. It was smooth in some parts, rough in others. Damp where his blood was.

Without thought or reason she pulled the bandana over her hair and tightened it in place. She then pulled the thin wicked blade out of the desk and headed for the guard standing by the door. Deftly she came up behind him, pulled his head back and slit his throat, then stepped over his body and moved out into the hall.
Elizabeth was going to kill that bastard, once and for all.
For Jack.
Elizabeth cut down anyone in her path, feeling a strange power rise inside of her. Her fingers seemed to crackle with energy, her breath quickened. She felt like she was changing, but she wasn't sure how. She leaned over a dying man and stole his sword from him, holding it fast in her hand as she walked towards the brig. If anything, she wanted to see Jack's body.
To say goodbye...
The guard at the door stopped her by putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Yer not allowed ta go down there, Miss."
Without saying anything, she looked up at the man and stared into his face.Her eyes were pitch black, her face was void of emotion, except for one stray tear that portrayed the hurt inside. She felt an anger, a hot, boiling hatred for the man who was touching her, and he started screaming and pulled his hand away. His hand had caught on fire by her anger. He stupidly tried to blow on it, but tripped and fell backwards down the stairs.
Elizabeth felt more power than she ever felt before. The thought of Jack, her love, her only dead and gone when they finally were together... made her angry. And she felt something shift inside of her when she watched the man fall down the stairs. If anyone was watching, they would notice that her roots went dark and her eyes were completely black now- devoid of any color or whiteness. Her lips curled into an angry sneer, and then she was no longer Elizabeth.
She turned into the mystical gem.

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"Look who came out to play." Achille's chilling voice floated through the air. "Hello, there, love. Where do you think your going?"

Elizabeth kept her back towards him, breathing heavily. Achille watched as her shoulders moved up and down steadily and smiled. She was really a bewitching lass, even more now, now that she had shown her true self. She was radient, glowing, and dangerous.

"Silent one, eh?" Chuckle. "That's not a bad thing. But..."

Achille stepped closer to her, laying his hands on her waist and bringing her closer to him. He was so intoxicated just by the presence of her.

"Maybe you should relax before you see the body."

It was instant. Jack's Gem threw Achille over her shoulder and he tumbled down the stairs, landing painfully on his side. She jumped the stairs in one leap and landed right next to him, and picked him up and threw him against the wall.

"Ouch! He he..." Achille grinned down at her. "Your strong."

Achille put all his weight behind his swipe, and knocked the petite woman over and onto the ground.

"I'm stronger."

The woman who use to be Elizabeth stood up, spat out some blood, and was ready for more. She was making angry swipes at Achille, who was easily blocking her blows and finally kicked her hard in the stomach. She tumbled backwards and hit the bars to a cell, sliding down. It was almost immediately when Sparrow grabbed her and helped her carefully down to the ground, but she shrugged him off and went back to fight Achille.

Achille smiled. Apparently, she didn't know who helped her. If she did, he was sure she would calm down immediately. Achille smirked at Sparrow, backhanded his Gem, eyed Sparrow's wound, and grabbed the woman on the shoulders. When he entered Sparrow's cell, Sparrow had put up a fight, but with a quick stab to the side, he was easily taken. When Jack was nursing his wound, Achille punched him out and stole his bandana to give to his 'Gem'.

Who just happened to be fighting his hold on her. Laughing, he turned her around and rammed her into the bars that held Sparrow.

"Look, little one, look what I have!!!"

"Elizabeth..."

It was then that Elizabeth eye's blinked out the darkened orbs and she focused on Jack.

"Jack?" Was all she was able to say before Achille threw her harshly against the wall opposite her.