For My Love

Title: For My Love

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Elizabeth/Will

Rating: R

Warnings: Implied rape and violence…gotta have the blood! *drool*

Disclaimer: I don't own this movie or these characters….but god do I
wish I did!

Archive: List, anywhere else please ask…I'll more than likely say yes
so don't be shy!

Beta: None... so if you're nit picky about little mistakes... DON'T READ FURTHER!!

Summary: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned….or one taking
retribution for a lover.

Author's Notes: I know this isn't the best peice of literature, but I wanted to post it. Please forgive the horror story beginning paragraph. This is more of my `women are really the strong ones in the world.' Hey they say write what you know…in my life it's always been the women that were the strong ones.


It was a dark cold night. The mist spread throughout the
quiet town of Port Royal. All good decent citizens were long gone to
bed. Only a stray or two wandered down the twisted alleys. A dark
figure, cloaked in black stealthily made its way down the deserted
streets, its destination the dilapidated old, stony prison. There
was retribution to be had and a debt to be repaid in blood.

It slowly ascended the steps to the door, a dark hood hiding
its face. The figure came to the guard and slipped him a parcel
heavy with gold coins. He nodded at the cloaked being and stepped
aside, allowing passage. A smile graced the full lips and the figure
entered the place of justice with every intention of getting its own
brand.

The black figure made its descent down the long flights of
stairs to the very bottom level, reserved for the vilest of all
criminals. The occupants of the cells stirred upon seeing the
lantern and hearing the footsteps. The figure seemed to float as it
made its way to stand in front of them.

"Filthy souls," it seethed.

"Who are you?" one of them asked gruffly.

"The bringer of your destruction," the figure whispered
darkly, slipping the hood back to reveal brown kohl lined eyes and
full red lips. Blonde hair framed the smooth, pale face and cascaded
down petite, delicate shoulders. She wore a tight fitting black silk
dress. It hugged her waist and then flowed out around her hips.
Velvet black gloves that reached her elbows accentuated the paleness
of her skin.

The pirates began to laugh. What could she possibly do?
They ignored her and turned back to their dreams of hot warm flesh
and screaming lips. A fine prize until he had been snatched away
from them. He'd writhed and begged for mercy…so beautiful to see
such a proud young man fall apart before their eyes. He didn't even
struggle when they brought him to lift the curse, he believed his
love dead and he wanted to join her…especially after what they'd done
to him.

She pulled out a long full sword. It was a beautiful blade.
Obviously made with care and pride. She raised the blade to her
forehead and whispered a l prl prayer or perhaps an oath. She pulled
out the key to the cell and entered without a trace of fear. The men
encroached on her, but she was ready. Her eyes wide with blood
lust she swung, slicing the first man's throat spraying his blood all
over her. He tried to scream but all that came out was a gurgle
before he fell to the floor. She threw her head back and laughed at
the look and feel of the man's blood.

The others tried to run past her to get to the cell door but
she slammed it shut behind her, flashing an evil smile. The men
cowered in fear. This lass was crazy!

"Not so fun to hear a man scream when it's one of your own is
it?" she hissed. She lunged forward and stabbed one in the stomach,
twisting the blade and wrenching it upwards. "Now you know my pain!"
she screamed, a lone tear falling down her cheek. She shook with
rage and misery.

"Justice for all," she mused out loud, staring idly at the
blood that dripped down her sword. A snarl appeared on her face as
she turned and attacked the rest of the men. They begged for mercy
as she chopped off limbs and appendages. She laughed and roared,
fully enjoying the pain she caused.

Half an hour later a blood-coated figure in black exited the
prison. It moved with the grace of an elf and disappeared like the
morning dew, slowly making its way back to the mansion they called
home. Once inside the cloak was removed and the bloodied gloves
thrown into the fire. She snuck to one of the servant's quarters
where Lucy, her lady in waiting, assisted in removing the soiled
garments. Lucy then helped her back into her nightgown and went to
dispose of the now ruined dress.

She moved silently through the house and found a dishrag.
She used it to clean the blood from her husband's blade and placed it
back with the others. It was his favorite. She smiled as her hand
unconsciously ran over the handles of the brilliantly made weapons.
Thinking of her husband she stealthily made her way up the stairs.

She cracked open the door to their bedroom and peaked in. On
the bed lay the sleeping form of her beloved. The man she would do
anything for…even kill. She quietly made her way to the bed and lay
down next to him. He stirred slightly at the weight before he
started to thrash and moan slightly. Mumbled protests and pleading
escaped his lips.

"No….don't touch me….please….hurts," he started to cry in sle sleep again and she felt her heart break at the sight. Tears filled
her own eyes and she pulled him close, kissing the top of his head.
She ran her hands up and down his back and called to him lightly.

"Come back to me my love," she whispered. His eyes fluttered
before watery chocolaty depths met hers in a forlorn gaze. She
smiled sadly and placed gentle kisses all over his face.

"I dreamt of them again," he confessed sorrowfully. "I
thought you were dead again…I couldn't live without you," he sobbed
softly, holding her tight.

"I'm right her my love…I'll never leave you again," she
promised before leaning up to kiss him tenderly. They spent the rest
of the night in the embrace, waking to the first gentle rays of the
sun. They smiled at each other and shared another soulful kiss.

"I love you Will…you'll never know how much," she cried, her emotions
finally getting the better of her. He kissed her passionately and
ran his hands up and down her body. They caressed and explored each
other's bodies, expressing their love physically until they both lay
spent on their marriage bed.

They heard shouting through the open window and decided to find out
what the commotion was. Slipping into their night robes they moved
to the window and stared out. It was something about the prison…a
massacre. The walls were bathed in blood they said…no one knew who
had done it, but all the pirates caught on the Isle de Morte were
killed. Elizabeth felt her husband stiffen at the mention of the
vile men.

"Tis what they deserved," she growled, holding onto the man she
loved. He said nothing, only smiled and kissed her. She knew she
couldn't take away his pain, but at least now those that did it knew
her wrath. Let the entire world know her fury. Anyone that harmed
her love would find his or her end at the edge of her blade.


The End.


Okay I'm s if if I misspelled anything like I said I just pumped
this out tonight. Please let me know what you thought….well….if you want to I
guess