Destroy Something Beautiful (i)

[Emma Douglas]

Stop here.

What?

I said, stop here. Pull over. We're walking the rest of the way. Only a couple blocks away....

Archer does what he's told and slows and pulls to a stop by the curb. He thought about questioning her, but knows better at this point.

You know where we're going, right?

Of course, I do. We'll be fine. Just a short walk, we'll just keep to the shadows. I don't wanna spook the shit out of them yet. YET.

Emma flashes Archer a sly smile as they get out of the car. She points forwards in front of them and they start slowly walking in that direction. Emma tugs up her hoodie over her head for a moment as Archer pulls his leather jacket on over his white wifebeater. Weather is cool, but not insufferable. They walk slow, but with purpose. After a moment of silence, Emma speaks up.

They think we're jokes...

Hmmm?

All of them. Every damn one of those yuppie silver spoon rich bitches and brats think we are some fake ass emo kids..

They don't have a clue, do they?

Emma smiles a bit as a street light highlights her face.

Not one. They sneer at us and look down at us...and it just makes me want to beat their faces in...

Soon enough, Em, soon enough...

She points and they turn down a side street.

Almost there.

She tries to stifle a small giggle, but just can't as they get closer.

Question for ya, Spence. You miss the old days? You know, when we used to train in the Compound with big ol' Mason and Jazmyn?

Now it's his turn to chuckle and nods a bit.

Every now and then. Man, he was rough.

Ya think? Being that big, yet so agile, was great to have a monster with us to cut our teeth on, well, at least mine. Seems so long ago.

That's cause it was.

She smirks a little, then slowly licks her lips, they turn onto another street and walk casually together, side by side.

I got Jace, the fucking lapdog. No need to worry about his ass. You just worry about the one holding his leash, kay?

Of course. Consider it done.

She stops them as they get to where they want to.

No fucking way. They didn't.

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

Do what?

Nothing dear. But we're here. Help me over that gate. They should really do something about security here.

Archer chuckles a bit as he helps Emma up and over the doored gate. She scales it and then looks back.

You coming?

She disappears on the other side of the fence. She slowly walks down the side of the house, peering up. A moment later, she's joined by Archer.

What you looking for?

She points to the lit up room on the second floor.

There.

Emma licks her lips a bit, almost salivating as she peers up.

Her.

They step back a bit so they are near the fence at the edge of the property. Archer looks up and sees Raven MacDemare at her vanity applying a bit of late night makeup of some sort.

Down girl.

Fuck and no. You get Blake. Pummel him until he's a grease spot in the mat if you want to. I don't care. That one there, her. She's mine.

Emma turns towards Archer with the brightest smile on her face, her dual colored eyes just gleaming in the street and moonlight.

If she thought your lighttube shower was the worst thing ever, she's in for a whole world of hurt come Vendetta. I'm gonna break her. Just fucking break her. She can act as strong as she'd like, but I'm gonna get into her head. I just know it.

Emma rubs her hands together, a little bit from the cold, and a little bit from other things. She pulls down the hoodie, licking her chops more.

I haven't seen you quite like this in a while. She must be quite...tempting for you.

Mmmhmm. Quite.

She lets out an almost feral growl as she watches Lord Blake's girl keep preening herself.

No one is taking me seriously, and that's gonna end real soon. I'm gonna show the entire damn place just how fucking dangerous I truly am.

Archer nods.

And her?

A dry chuckle.

I just want to destroy something beautiful. She'll do quite nicely.

Those eyes just burn a hole at Raven. Fade.