The True Story of Emily Lockwood / g. karim

𝟙𝟠. 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡

~ / Episode Five - Part Two \ ~

"Hayloft"

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--Emily had to hold in her cackles, Lucy's face being priceless at the fact that Flo called her 'slapper'. Flo was one of the twins' oldest friends; she'd known them since shortly after their parents died. 

It wasn't just anybody that would stick around with them, no, it had to be someone special. Flo was one of these very few people. 

"Excuse me?" Lucy gasped incredulously. If Emily didn't know any better, she'd think Ant was actually smirking at the girl's reaction. Priceless. 

"This is my associate, Lucy Carlyle," Anthony explained hurriedly. 

"Lucy," Emily beamed "meet the lovely Florence Bonnard, but we fondly call 'er Flo Bones."

"Best relic hunter on the Thames," he brother added. 

"Cheers for distracting her, Locky," she used the nickname for Anthony. "took me a while to locate her remains."

"Always happy to help you out, Flo."

"We could've been dead by the time you got off your arse," Lucy fumed. Emily raised her brows. This was going be interesting. 

"No point trying to outrun a Cold Maiden. Any idiot knows that," Flo deflected "gotta find the source or you're screwed. Especially if you're a bit..." Flo looked Lucy up and down. The twins shared a glance. 

"What?"

"Wet." Flo said, standing up abruptly. Her little trinkets within her jacket and on her person tinkled into the night, bringing Emily an odd sort of comfort. 

"Uh, who was she?" Excellent job, Ant, diffusing the tension.

"Elizabeth Creevey. Victorian baby farmer," the woman explained. "single mums paid her to have their kids adopted into good homes, but she kept the cash, drowned the kids. These relics have bad vibes I can charge a fortune for. Pay my way for months."

She was looking into the box, and Emily could feel the terror and melancholy emanating from within it. Flo certainly could make a nice little fortune. 

"You're sick." Lucy spat, and Emily clucked her tongue. 

"Remember what we said earlier about being nice?" she muttered to Lucy, who scoffed. What that jealously Emily felt? Oh, my. 

"We all make our living dealing with the dead. Only difference is you're caught in the cogs. Slaves to a system run by the rich."

"Oh God," Anthony muttered, obviously finding this funny.

"She does have a point, actually, it's all very capitalistic," Emily added calmly. Lucy glared at her. 

"At least I'm free," Flo said, gathering up her working tools. Their old friend began walking away, and Emily interlocked their arms as they set off - she didn't exactly know where - with her brother and Lucy trailing behind them.