Post by Emma Melrose on Apr 16, 2009 19:28:03 GMT -5
Riley was up to her mischief in the Underworld, trying to figure out who ‘killed’ their parents in a car crash. Dillon was out on a date with his girlfriend, Jessica, and they were probably going out dancing tonight or something, and then would head to her apartment to have a little fun. Which meant that Emma was free to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Though, she was still worried that her sister was going to get killed, or that her brother was going to get Jessica pregnant.
That was what Emma did, sometimes - she worried about what her big brother and little sister were getting into. And knowing the two of them, they could get into some very serious and very crazy trouble. Emma was the sarcastic one of the bunch, but she was careful a lot of the time. Prideful, sure, stubborn, no duh, but Emma was careful not to do anything that she would regret someday.
Emma sighed and looked around as she sate in the small café. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a sapphire tang-top, she was just relaxing and sipping a soda, waiting for her meal. She didn’t know what she was going to do that night, honestly. Most likely, head to a club and try and find a guy or something. Emma liked boys, a lot, and wanted to get married someday. Not right now, but someday, someday soon. Emma had always wanted children.
But she didn’t want to have a child without being married to the father. Call her old fashioned, but their parents had raised her together, and she didn’t think that, if they had had to, that either Christina or Howard would have been able to raise the three Melrose kids all alone. She had loved her parents dearly, and missed them more than anything. She honestly didn’t know if their parents had been killed or not, but it was still too painful to talk about for Emma.
And with Riley on her revenge-kick, Emma was terrified that she was going to lose her baby sister.
She sighed, and then looked around. Emma then realized that, while she was hungry, she would much rather prefer to eat near the beach. So, when the food came at last, Emma asked for her check and a box, and then left after paying. Walking down the boardwalk, she sighed, glancing around. She didn’t know what she was going to do anymore - she was almost out of college, and she had her whole life ahead of her.
Yet, at the same time, she had never felt more lost, more alone.
She sighed, and then settled down on a bench, and started to eat. Soon enough, she had finished, and she still had nothing to do.
“Well, this night is a total flop,” she remarked dryly, shaking her head.
And then she heard the shout of fear coming towards the alley.
She jumped up immediately. As a witch, she always assumed that something was wrong when someone screamed. She knew where it come from, and Emma knew that she could be safe defending herself. She had the power of deflection - granted, she didn’t exactly have the most control over it, but she had enough control to be able to fight against demons. She was stressed enough anyway.
Emma charged towards the alley, running as fast as she could. Her flip-flops clocked against the wooden deck, and she raced into the Seaport’s alley. Emma froze in her tracks, however, when she saw that there was no one in the alley. Now, she was confused beyond belief - who had that been, if there had been someone screaming. Had the demon taken the person who screamed, or-
Oh, crap.
Emma realized that she had fallen into the trap the moment something struck against the back of her head. She managed to cry out in pain quick enough as she was knocked unconscious. As her body fell limply to the ground, the demon smiled in triumph.
“Too easy,” he remarked, shaking his head. “You witches really do hold such a high opinion of yourselves…”
He formed an energy ball, and prepared to take the life of the unconscious witch below him.
That was what Emma did, sometimes - she worried about what her big brother and little sister were getting into. And knowing the two of them, they could get into some very serious and very crazy trouble. Emma was the sarcastic one of the bunch, but she was careful a lot of the time. Prideful, sure, stubborn, no duh, but Emma was careful not to do anything that she would regret someday.
Emma sighed and looked around as she sate in the small café. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a sapphire tang-top, she was just relaxing and sipping a soda, waiting for her meal. She didn’t know what she was going to do that night, honestly. Most likely, head to a club and try and find a guy or something. Emma liked boys, a lot, and wanted to get married someday. Not right now, but someday, someday soon. Emma had always wanted children.
But she didn’t want to have a child without being married to the father. Call her old fashioned, but their parents had raised her together, and she didn’t think that, if they had had to, that either Christina or Howard would have been able to raise the three Melrose kids all alone. She had loved her parents dearly, and missed them more than anything. She honestly didn’t know if their parents had been killed or not, but it was still too painful to talk about for Emma.
And with Riley on her revenge-kick, Emma was terrified that she was going to lose her baby sister.
She sighed, and then looked around. Emma then realized that, while she was hungry, she would much rather prefer to eat near the beach. So, when the food came at last, Emma asked for her check and a box, and then left after paying. Walking down the boardwalk, she sighed, glancing around. She didn’t know what she was going to do anymore - she was almost out of college, and she had her whole life ahead of her.
Yet, at the same time, she had never felt more lost, more alone.
She sighed, and then settled down on a bench, and started to eat. Soon enough, she had finished, and she still had nothing to do.
“Well, this night is a total flop,” she remarked dryly, shaking her head.
And then she heard the shout of fear coming towards the alley.
She jumped up immediately. As a witch, she always assumed that something was wrong when someone screamed. She knew where it come from, and Emma knew that she could be safe defending herself. She had the power of deflection - granted, she didn’t exactly have the most control over it, but she had enough control to be able to fight against demons. She was stressed enough anyway.
Emma charged towards the alley, running as fast as she could. Her flip-flops clocked against the wooden deck, and she raced into the Seaport’s alley. Emma froze in her tracks, however, when she saw that there was no one in the alley. Now, she was confused beyond belief - who had that been, if there had been someone screaming. Had the demon taken the person who screamed, or-
Oh, crap.
Emma realized that she had fallen into the trap the moment something struck against the back of her head. She managed to cry out in pain quick enough as she was knocked unconscious. As her body fell limply to the ground, the demon smiled in triumph.
“Too easy,” he remarked, shaking his head. “You witches really do hold such a high opinion of yourselves…”
He formed an energy ball, and prepared to take the life of the unconscious witch below him.