The Universe's Mixer

It wasn't beyond Killian to harm someone when he had a good reason, and a woman's wrath was definitely not a motive that the dear Captain was going to blatantly argue with. Eddie had mentioned something about a man whom had done her wrong and it was beneath Killian to allow that atrocity to go unchallenged. Why she couldn't do it herself, though, had the pirate wondering. But that was another thing he would keep to himself. The reason was really all the prompting he needed to make the situation more even in Effie's favor.

Killian had given Effie the last of the Dreamshade, and why she didn't want to use that on the victim in question he didn't know. Perhaps she was looking for some way to just hurt the heart of the man that had wronged her. But honestly he wasn't sure as to why they weren't trying to hurt the man himself. Surely there would be grounds for a good trap if they could pin him down. Going for the heart was an act, though, Killian had done a few times before. He had shot Belle, for instance. And she was the next closest thing to the Dark One himself to have a pronound effect. Killian supposed that perhaps this was much like that situation. Maybe this man, this Logan...maybe he was powerful like the Dark One and he couldn't be harmed by conventional means. Which would make sense that they would be after what made Logan's heart beat. The girl.

Effie had provided Killian with what he needed, a poison to be administered on the sly. Perhaps he could lure this girl some place, use his charms on her and then let the poison do the work. That was the easiest route unless for some reason the target was as temperamental as Emma Swan, and then it could be more of a challenge.

He would just have to play it by ear. And he wouldn't strike just yet. They had to wait for the most opportune moment in which to administer the dosage. He hoped that by doing this for Effie she would be happier. Not that she wasn't already but it would be one less thing off of her plate. Messing with magic often came with a price and Killian could only hope Effie was ready to pay it if this plan backfired. Though there was a chance they could get caught, and that this might not be all to do with magic, the pirate was sure they would succeed. Or that he would succeed. And The City would be better for it. All he had to do now was wait for the word and it would be put into motion.

Oh how he loved a devious plan.

Backdated to immediately after this

Evey made it downstairs with her mask of still calmness wholly intact. She ignored the workers in the Manchester, as many of the other tenants did, and thus blended in completely. Her steps took her through the doors that were opened for her, then down the street. When she'd passed two streets and was out of the line of sight from the building itself, Evey turned into the closest alley and walked straight to the very back. When she'd passed the last large dumpster, she dipped into the space just behind it that hid her from view from the street.

Her hands balled once, twice, three times, then she pressed the back of her hand against her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut. The nightmare Aidan had described was horrific. If it'd been anyone else... If it'd been any other vampire who told her... Oh, she'd have found a way to end the vampire on the spot. But it had been Aidan. She was sure her heart had broken - not just for him, but for her younger self... and for herself as well. He'd murdered many, many people. He killed them for their blood. He harvested one of them. He...

She was whimpering. She heard the sound and knew it was her throat making the sound, and was wholly unable to stop it. Covering her mouth with both hands, she tried holding her breath, but the sound just hummed up through her nose. Oh god. Oh god. Aidan.