Once upon a dream

DATE | Mid June
WEATHER | Summer weather.
PLACE | Ellison road 11
ATTIRE | Cassian - Artemis, normal jeans and a white t-shirt.


“So, what seems to be the problem?” Cassian asked as he stepped through the doors to Ellison Road 11 were Artemis lived with some of the other sisters that was part of his father’s coven. Rhianna folded her lips together and too in a deep breath. The older warlock could she how her chest rose and fell again, something was very wrong. “It’s Artemis” the woman finally spoke and looked up the stairs, a sound of something crashing could be heard. He had always known that Artemis was something special, she had her own way of handling things, and not always in a healthy manner. But after he had learned her story about being a tool for her mother to sacrifice to gain higher power. He hadn’t really envied the girl. “Alright Rhianna, I’ll see if I can handle this” the dark hair witch with piercing green eyes nodded and then turned around and walked into the common room.

He walked up the stairs and knocked on her room door. No response. Cassian could feel something stir in him, he had already shadowed Artemis after last time where Adelina had contacted him explaining that Artemis had been coming home at odd hours, always exhausted. That she had seen how her arm had been cut various of places and it didn’t seem like she was healing as she should be. It had led him to the witch Saga, that he had jet to confront for what was happening. Had he been too late in intervening? “Artemis I’m coming in” He unlocked the door and pushed it open. The scene that struck him took his breath away, he looked up at Artemis sitting with her back against the wall on the opposite side of the room. The always put together woman, nails done, makeup nicely done. There wasn’t a hair out of place just sat there looking like she was one step from deaths door. Both of her wrist looked like they had been cut, wound closed, cut again a couple of more times. He walked over and place a hand towards the woman’s face. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far” she whispered; her eyes were swimming. Of course, Cassian could just take over and do this himself, but it seemed like she needed someone else than him. He stood up and picked up his phone, always seemed so trivial calling his father on this device, but nonetheless he pressed on his father’s name, and it started ringing.

“Sorry to disturb you, but I need you at Ellison Road, its Artemis” he looked at the woman closing her eyes, what the hell had she been doing? “I don’t know what she has been up too, but, you better need to come and see for yourself”

Cassian could hear his father before he could see him. He had always had a way with an entrance. Why do it small when you could do it big? He sighed a little and looked at the door as Killian stood there looking at Artemis. He stepped back, letting his father inspect the young witch that almost looked frighten by the thought that Killian was squatting down in front of her. Cassian couldn’t really begrudge her that, if his father ever took him in doing dark magic and blood magic? It wouldn’t end well, that much he was sure of. But had it better under control, and rarely did it, not as Artemis looked like to have done it the last few weeks, months even.

“Alright, then I’ll go back to work” Cassian said, and turned around and walked out of the room. He wasn’t about to question how his father handled these things, not his place nor did he really care.

Artemis took in a deep breath and tried to form words that would tell Killian she really didn’t need any help. But she also knew that the secret was out, he had seen her scars and knew what it was about. The question was, was he about to throw her out of the Coven, for going against their rules of blood magic?
Even as her heart raced in her chest, she couldn’t help but lean her head against his chest as he picked her up. She had always found comfort in Killian’s presents, which also made this so much worse. She had always looked up to him, wanted to do him proud and now she had done all but disappoint him.

The young witch closed her eyes as she was placed in a soft chair and tried to fight the short but sudden motion sickness from teleporting through the fireplace. She hated that type of transportation, always made her want to throw up. But she fought it.
Her chocolate brown eyes opened and investigated Killian’s piercing blue. A soft smirk formed on her plum lips before her tongue slowly glided over them. But his hissing voice, made it very clear that he was about to reprimand her. A slow sigh left her, and she rolled her eyes a little as he asked what she had hoped to achieve with blood magic. “Removing this curse from my collarbone” she hissed back and looked straight into her coven leaders’ eyes. The fear had turned into defiance. She leaned a little forward, even in her weaken state it was clear there was still some of her old fire in her eyes. “I’m not about to let a weak man, be my fate, I am meant for greatness, and I will not be controlled by someone that will not even feel the effect of this! So that, that was what I was doing, finding a cure for this –“ she pulled down her shirt were her mate mark was, Antony. “Are you going to punish me for that?” she said with a low subdued angry voice, her eyes not leaving his for a minute.

Artemis meant something to Killian. Somewhere next to all the others he cared about. But they had had a fling and he never really stopped loving the women he had been with.
Killian made sure to hold Artemis close, even when she leaned her head against his chest. He knew very well how Artemis had felt around him, and he didn't imagine anything had changed.

He saw how she had closed her eyes, and didn't interly know how long she had had them closed, but he saw how she opened them to look into his. She smirked and liked her lips, but Killian was serious about this, and didn't take his eyes of hers. She wasn't going to lure him into anything. The rolling of her dark eyes annoyed him. She was just a child after all. She had only lived for a few hundred years. He furrowed his brows as she mentioned the mark on her collarbone as a curse. He didn't really approve of her speaking of the mark as a curse, after all, it did have a strong meaning for the witches and warlocks. Even though she had been quite frightened when he had just entered, every fiber of that had been covered with stubbornness. Killian leaned closer as she explained the matched she was so upset about. A weak man, and she wished to find the cure to mark. Antony. Are you going to punish me for that? He tightened his jaw a little by the question. "Is it a punishment if you knew what you were doing?" he said. "You knew it was blood magic. You knew it's against The Coven of the Acient. You knew, Artemis," his voice was angry, and clearly disappointed. "Do you just want to be free of this weak Antony? Would you be satisfied with another match?" He took a deeper breath and tightened his grip a little around the armrests. "You should've come to me," he mumbled before he let go of the armrest with a quick push and got back up. He turned around and approached his desk. He looked over his shoulder, "Why didn't you ask me for help? If you're not afraid of getting kick out," He turned around to face her from his desk. "Why the hell didn't you just ask me?" He looked away from her and took a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses. "How many knows, 'Miss?"

Artemis leaned her head slightly to the left as he moved in closer, it wasn’t for the fact that she didn’t have respect for the man standing in front of her. On the contrary she had nothing but admiration for him and wanted nothing more than to show her worth to him. But she was also tired of trying to apologies for what she was doing. She narrowed her eyes when he asked if it was punishment if she knew what she was doing. She wasn’t quite sure what he meant about that, but bit down on her tongue to keep words from spilling over, waiting for him to finish whatever it was that he meant she needed to know.

Of course, she knew, she hadn’t used it herself as she didn’t know how to. Or she did know now. But had refrained from going against the wishes of her coven, not that she understood why they didn’t use what was at their disposal.

A loud grunt left her nose as he told her that she could had come to him. “When?” he hissed and pushed herself a little up from the chair as he left her to walk over and approached the desk standing in the room. “While building up your empire with your son, while getting out of a divorce with your wife, moving back, being there for your kids, when did you have time? Huh, Killian?” it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it, but he was always busy, always on to the next big thing or woman. Not that she cared about that fact, only that he hadn’t had the time. Besides, she didn’t want his help, she wanted to do it herself for once in her life, she didn’t want to be depended on anyone.

She made a small huff and looked away when he asked her again why she hadn’t just asked him for help. How many knows “No one, I never did anything at the house” she quickly said “I hid the marks” with the marks she meant the one covering her arms, “but something is off with my mate” she mumbled, and looked away feeling how she had been drained, and she didn’t understand why, because she hadn’t bonded with him yet.

“And I couldn’t have come to you, because you don’t share my views on the mate mark” she then retorted and let her dark piercing eyes glide towards him and folded her lips together. “What good, comes out of it? Did you get to spend your life with the original one” she stabbed back and was already ready for a backlash of her words. But she was so angry, so tired, and so annoyed that she couldn’t help herself.

She took the glass from his hands and placed it towards her lips to take a small sip. Her eyes never left Killian. There was something about her always being able to push him making him retaliate. Maybe it was the fact that he never let her get away with it or became flustered when she did it. Even with the simmering anger that was just under the surface, he always kept it somewhat collected. It was hard for her to focus when she found it so incredible sexy.

“Because then you wouldn’t mind me trying to lift the curse that has been placed on everyone, because one didn’t want to let go of her loved one” she said in a low but still penetrating voice. She stood up as he hissed at her and told her to watch her mouth. Pushing her face towards his. “Or what?” she hissed back and took another sip from the drink he had placed in her hand. “What are you going to do?” she almost demanded to know, he had already taken her away from the house and put her here. He had given her a drink, and still wanted to let her know that he would have been there for her. But what about now? Could she push him enough to get him off her back? Did she even care anymore?

She had no idea, none of the things she wanted to accomplish had happened, and now she was struck. Drained, sickly and still with a mate she didn’t want or needed. What she hated the most, was the very fact that she cared for Wayne. She didn’t want to, and she was convinced it was because of the cursed connection she had – only because of what the mark told her to. Wayne didn’t feel the same about her, he was scared and hated her. That much she was sure off. If he did like her, he wouldn’t just have gone off on a ‘work’ related business. He hadn’t texted, he hadn’t returned her calls. She was going insane. And now the only one she could make pay for her annoyance, was sadly the man standing in front of her.

Artemis raised. Despite her momentarily appearance. A well plucked eyebrow as he just answered back with; You’ll see. He always managed to surprise her. Sometimes he could get her angry enough to yell at her or start a discussion with her. Other times he would get like this, where he didn’t give her much, but she knew that there was a storm brewing. It was just a question about if it would pass on its own, or if he would draw her in before showing her what she had done wrong. She never felt like you really knew with the old witch. Which in hindsight probably was the reason that she liked him so much.

Her eyes landed on his back, followed the arm to his slender fingers that had a grip around the beautiful crystal glass. She noticed how the room started to change, that a bath appeared making it obvious on what he wanted her to do. She didn’t think he had any ulterior motives with it. But that didn’t mean that she was going to make it easy for him.
He had his ordering voice and a slight teasing smile formed on her dark plum lips. Her eyes following his every step until he sat down. She walked over to the desk and sat down the glass of whiskey. She took the bottle and pulled the cork out.
Every movement she made was controlled and sensual, even for a woman that felt very close to just collapsing. Couldn’t have him see how weak she really was, now could she?
She poured new whiskey into his glass and walked around and placed it beside him. “Thank you” Artemis formed her words with a slight sultry edge to it. She placed her lips just between the space of his earlobe and jawline.

She then walked towards the bath, slowly taking the t-shirt over her body. Showing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She placed the shirt over the armrest of the chair she had been sitting in. With her back turned towards him, she opened the jeans. Making a slow show out of pulling it down her legs, not minding if he watched her or not. She would prefer if he kept his eyes on her. Finally, she pulled her panties on and placed them on top of all the other clothing pieces she had pulled of her body. She shifted her gaze towards him, as she walked towards the bathtub, before letting her body sink under the water a sigh of pleasure left her, as she let her whole body submerge in the perfectly tempered water.

She didn’t mind the fake wall. She knew how to make him frustrated with almost doing nothing. That had been how their relationship had started. For such a long time he had resisted her, being a woman that he had took in to help with her magic that centered around the use of illusions they had been a great match. But Artemis had always wanted more, being absolutely infatuated by the man, she had done everything she could to show him just what he was missing out on, and in the end, it had borne fruit.

Much like this time, where she could hear how he moved around behind the solid wall he had put up between them.


Shivers ran down her spine, and she moved her head a little and looked towards Killian stepping towards her while pulling the shirts sleeves over his elbows. She took in a deep breath letting her warm brown eyes wander over his tall and slender body. She didn’t even care how the passion and longing in her eyes showed.

She did as he ordered with much thought about it. She trusted him, even when she knew that there would be consequences for what she had done. Had it been any other than Artemis at this very moment, she would have guessed that they would be very scared. If not petrified by the fact of what the very old warlock could do to them.
She arched her back a little as she felt how his hands found their way over her body. Moaning as he teased her and never gave what she really wanted. Making it all so much better. Making her crazy, that was the most delicious things you could do to her.
Then he pushed her under. The water was thick and pressed down on her nose and skin, she knew right away that it wasn’t water anymore. Blood.
She tried to stay as calm as she could, but he kept pushing down, even as she tried to push slightly back again as she needed air. Her hands grabbed the sides of the bathtub and started pushing harder. She needed air, now!

She gasped feeling how blood filled her mouth making her cough as she felt his hand around her throat almost cutting of her airway again. A dangerous smile formed on her lips as he whispered into her ear that blood magic would get her killed. Her tongue glided over her lips tasting the iron in her mouth from the blood that was still gliding down her face. “And how boring your life would be if there wasn’t someone to challenge you” she whispered back as she turned her head a little. Her fingers found his and she pried of his grip of her neck and turned around in the bath she got up on her knees letting her chest show even as it was quite obscured with the dark colour of the liquid slowly gliding of her. “And fear keeps on in the dark” her dark eyes challenged him, clearly she didn’t back down easily even after he had almost drowned her. She wasn’t scared, she didn’t even flinch. If all, she was only more aroused.

Artemis set her jaw as she felt how the bathtub turned into rodents. It was clear that she didn’t care much for his small tricks of trying to get her to submit to whatever it was he wanted to realize. Turning her words into forms of punishments, taking what she had told him in confident about things no one else knew about her. Her immense fear of animals, mostly birds. She made a side eye towards Albert that was strutting in and placed himself in her clothes. Fucking cats, she hated them. She slowly got up from the tub brushing a mouse off her shoulder that didn’t seem to get that she didn’t want them anywhere near her.
Even as her mind was screaming as the many birds swarmed towards her, flying into her face, picking at her skin so it started turning into a slight reddish colour. She kept completely still letting her dark eyes catch his whenever the birds allowed It for.

Even with her weakened powers, even with everything she had went through she made a very controlled movement with her arm throwing it out and folding her hand into a fist. Cancelling out the illusions that Killian had made. Making her stand in front of him completely naked and clean from the blood that he had bathed her in. Her eyes landed on Albert and with a few words she saw how it for a short period of time landed in front of his feet and looked like a stuffed owl. As the familiar was just as strong as it master, it quickly returned to its normal form. Maybe somewhat disorientated.

“You got to be  kidding me” she hissed, with a dangerous smile forming on her face as she started walking towards him with a quick whip with her hand she made a chair behind him, and with a fast push she tried to get him to fall back into it and sit down. He might have superior on her, being so much older and so much more experience than her. But there was a reason why her mother had wanted to sacrifice her to get more power. With how she had been conceived, how they had done her birth. Seeping the small body with power.
She had trained and chased power for such a long time, that it had been her only goal making her more dangerous than most witches. Her fingers took a hold of his jaw and leaned in close. “Blood magic might get me killed one day, but at least I never run away from what I am – I want the world Killian, I want the world at my feet as I one day will be one of the most powerful witches in the world – How can I do that chained to a mate that could end up being my doom?” she hissed letting her eyes pierce into his.

Artemis had learned for a young age that you couldn’t show to much of an excitement. That would always be the next step to showing someone your weakness. And Killian had just shown her how dangerous it was to tell anyone what you feared the most. As he had seemingly had no quarrels with using it against her. So as the room changed, and he gave her what she desired the most, even if it was just by an illusion, she kept the same expression. Cold and calculated eyes, as he explained what he could do for her. One thing that struck her, was the very fact that even after everything that she had done, he still wanted her. For that small reason a small dangerous smirk formed on her lips.
She knew that Killian never limited himself to just one woman. For all the years she had gotten to know him, he was one of the few people that she had met that genuinely seemed to care and love all the woman that came and went in his life. She herself hadn’t been blind to get him with her into bed, even while he had still been married.

But there was something about his voice referring himself as her emperor that made the small hairs on her arm stand up.

She looked towards him as he asked her to stay away from blood magic until after the full moon. She sighed a little, but this time her eyes stayed in place while looking at him. “fine” she whispered, folding her arms around her naked chest, not really caring for the fact that she was still standing completely naked in front of him. “I’ll be a good girl until then” she whispered walking a little closer towards him, letting her fingers glide up his arms to his shirt. “Such a shame I can’t use the blood as an excuse for you to take off your clothes, as we both now that with a snap of your fingers and everything would look just fine again” she said with a teasing smirk before letting out a small sigh. Her slender figure turned around, as she walked over to the chair where her clothes was on, with the mind of getting herself dressed once more.

She had just finished putting on her clothes as it turned into a golden silk dress. It hugged her curves perfectly. Her brow lifted and a cheeky smile formed on her lips as she slowly turned towards Killian walking towards her. She didn’t even hide how her eyes ate him as his slender finger pulled at his tie and got it off. Her teeth caught her underlip and pulled it towards her. How could a man be so beautiful and sensual at the same time? She had often wondered just how a person could hold so much sex appeal as Killian did. Maybe it was also the fact that he had everything she craved. All she had ever wanted, and he could give it to her. Was that anything more attractive than a man that knew what he wanted and went for it?

Her eyes glided from his fingers that worked on the shirt’s buttons to his eyes, as he told her that she knew how to get what she wanted. Her tongue glided over her teeth before she lifted her chin, looking at him with slightly hooded eyes. “I thought that was why you liked me” she teased with a low voice, she took a step forward and soft and slowly started working on his buttons instead.

She could finally let her fingers glide over her naked chest as she let the hands glide under the shirt so she could pull it off him. She walked around him to pull it gently of him. She had time; she didn’t need to throw himself at him like an animal. At least not right now.
Artemis placed it on a chair, before she walked back and let her long nails follow his spine from the nape down his spine to his pants start. She walked around him, still with her fingers touching his beautiful skin. As she was once again in front of him, her eyes found his, as she started working on the belt for the pants. Everything she did, was made with slow movements. Nothing was rushed, because she was going to savor every moment.

“You’re welcome to tell me the other reasons why you like me” she said with a teasing tone, her eyes didn’t live his beautiful blue eyes. She had always loved blue eyes, how they could shift from the most shining sapphire to the deep end of dark waters, and sometimes so clear that it matched the blue skies. She had never really liked her own brown eyes, that almost was so black that you couldn’t even see her pupil. She was quite occupied with her task in getting his pants off him, then to notice that her name had been added to the long list of women on Killian’s skin. But also, the luring danger that suddenly opened the door without knocking.

Artemis lifted her brow as her dark eyes glided from Killian towards the door. Her undivided attention was no longer on the man that was standing right in front of her, but towards the sweet girl standing with a book in her arms asking a question about Rebekah making her cook up a brow. This kid was an absolute delight. And that was coming from a woman that had never liked kids, but Mary-Jane wasn’t a kid anymore really. She was a young woman.

There was one thing that always made Artemis feel. When people looked at her like that, admiringly, almost dreamingly as if they wanted nothing more than her being close. Her giving them their time. As Killian let a hand grab around her wrist so she couldn’t do much about the situation they stood in, she took a step back. “Me? I was about to spend some time with your dad” she said with a teasing smile “But it looks like you needed help with that book there, so thats what I'm doing” she pulled her hand out of Killian’s grasp, walking towards Mary-Jane with the silk dress dancing around her curves giving Killian a nice view on how it hugged around her curves. She placed an arm around MJ shoulders and turned her around “So what was it about Rebekah?” Artemis fished the book out of her arms and started walking towards kitchen.