I know what runs through your blood Who: Emily (*brief Calista appearance*) Where: The park - Snow White Sweets When: Later morning
"I don't wanna!" it was a childish remark made morseo because it came from a rather small child. Bottom lip stuck out in a sulk and arms across her chest it looked like she was either going to burst into tears or throw herself down on the ground kicking and screaming. The parent she was trying to make back down gave an unheard retort and the girl fell silent, sullen now as she followed along towards the parked car. Apparently going home on such a nice day was a crime in such a young mind that was hard for someone who had been around for a long time to understand. Especially someone who could not even feel the heat of the sun.
Oh well, that particular group had been growing boring anyhow. Letting out something that would have been called a sigh if anyone had been around to hear it or she had had the breath to make it so, Emily started away from the swing she had found herself on. There was a reminiscent quality to that place, a memory of a bittersweet moment of almost victory that had only just slipped out of her ghostly fingers. Once pale eyes drifted out towards the nearby lake where some children were splashing away happily. Yes, she had been so close the, if only Imogen had kept her meddling nose of it then things would have turned out oh so differently. Then they - because since when could she go somewhere without Imogen tagging along? - might have been somewhere else. Although Scarlet Oak was more appealing now that the Light of May had happened. Witches were far too proud and open, yes, but an actual magic store had opened and that made finding them so much easier. None of them even seemed to realize that there was something wrong with flaunting themselves. If she still had blood it would have boiled with fury at the mere thought of the store but as it was nearby leaves just twirled in a small whirlwind that swept along for a moment.
Enough. The leaves fell. Emily had better things to focus her anger on - like the reason she felt in her non-existent bones had pulled her back here. A small face with wide eyes framed by black hair and a voice that had named her 'Memily'. One that she had last seen terrified as she fought for the surface to live, a life that should not have been given to her. Yes, it still angered Emily that that girl had lived when she had not the right to draw breath. It was a right that should be denied to anyone who had a drop of blood in common with her. Imogen knew that was her reasoning and yet her sister still acted as though it were unreasonable. Truly, Imogen needed to look at the big picture. If Emily could just be rid of the family and all the witches then she could be at something like peace. Those she hated would be gone from the world and she would have nothing left to hate.
The fact that her ideal world was nigh unachievable as proved by centuries of futility was no matter.
Decidedly unimpressed with what she found in the park, Emily allowed herself to drift. There was a vague pull that she allowed to guide her and when she next surfaced from a myriad of thoughts about those she had been successful in riding the world of, she found herself blinking up at a sign for some sweets store. Oh, those had become far more common in this day and age then she could have ever imagined them being in her own. A maple sugar treat during the winter had been something to delight over but these days all they had to do was go to the store. No wonder they were so weak and easy to kill. People from her time were much, much more resilient. It took fire to rid the world of them, not too much candy.
Floating through the door, just following the pull, Emily came to a stop a ways inside when she noticed the person behind the counter. Long, dark hair framing a face with hazel eyes that seemed to go between surprised and not-all-there... that was directly where the pull was coming from. Frowning to herself Emily drifted closer and tilted her head to peer at the woman, who seemed to actually see her. So a medium in Scarlet Oak that she was drawn to and appeared -
Emily's mind flashed back to a time that had happened some time before - she had no way of knowing how long, her identification of the passage of time subjective at best since it no longer really affected her - to a scared child in the water. One who had been able to see her. One who had hints of her sister in her face, just as this one did. No, not just similar... they are the same. One ghostly hand lifted and brushed fingers right through her cheek and Emily felt the surprised look on her face replaced by a sinisterly delighted one. She had been right! When she had told Imogen in the attic, oh this was just the most delightful thing ever and if a ghost could applaud then she would have done just that.
"Hello Calista," she murmured, leaning in so that her words had to be heard, hoping she chilled the medium in the process. "Don't worry, I'll finish what I started this time, sweetheart, you don't have to breathe much longer." Then, because it would not be so much fun if she just possessed her then and there, Emily gave something like a wave before vanishing out the door. Clearly there were plans that she had to make. Ones that involved how to get this Calista back to the lake where it had all started. Because would that not just be the best way to finish her off once and for all, in the fashion she had originally intended? The only problem was Imogen, a formidable problem indeed, but one that Emily could find a way around. All her sister needed was some pitiful human man to long after and she would be too distracted to follow her.
And then Emily would be free to be rid of this remnant that should not have lived for this long. Drifting up above the roof of the attic that she had claimed for her own Emily propped her chin in her ghostly hands and watched the sun with a smile on her face. "It's okay Blanche, I'll see your crime of living when your family died is finally repaid." Because really, such a sin. Imogen should thank her for seeing that it was taken care of and if that greater being she believed in so fervently was real then it should also thank her for meteing out this simple justice that no one else seemed to have the stomach for.
Not having a stomach probably helped the matter a lot.