It's Not Over Yet - Descendants: Rise of Red fanfiction

Chapter 1

Camilla DeVil was in her room in Pirate's Bay. She was supposed to have met her crew an hour ago, but she was running fashionably late. Just like her mother had always taught her. Arrive late to a party and you're sure to make a bigger entrance then if you arrived on time with the riff raff.

She had thrown on her red leather jacket over her white off the shoulder top and pulled at the lapels that were designed with dalmatian print. Her black skinny jeans had tears in them, just enough to look stylish without looking raggedy. The heels of her pirate boots clacked against the floor as she fixed her black and white fishtail braid over her shoulder. Flinging the doors open she strutted outside and down the road.

"I'm the type of girl never had the patience, don't want to fit into the crowd." She sang as she avoided the parts of the street that were broken or missing. "The type of girl tryin' to make a statement. So turn it up and make it LOUD! Follow all the rules I'm breaking, you be the giver cuz I'm always taking, I stand above in a world that I'm making! Save your compassion cuz I'm bringing the action." She grabbed the wooden rail in front of her where the street ended and there was a drop down onto the docks. Standing on the bottom rung with one foot she was able to rise her other to the next rung and balanced there taking in the pirates working hard around the bay as she stood above them like the ruler she was, "Born brilliant, born bad! And maybe just a little bit mad. From a good girl, gone back to bad. And I'm having fun like I've always had." she hopped off and over the fence landing on the moldy wood below, "A little girl left broken hearted, is getting back and I'm just getting started. I'm born brilliant, born bad! And maybe just a little bit - mad. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!"

"So original it must be criminal." some of the pirate ladies sang as she walked by.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!"

"Born bad and a little bit mad." the men chimed in.

Camilla smirked, it had been a long time since she ran the Isle like this. After Mal took down the barrier things had been good in Auradon - for all of them. Until. . . she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her nose. No, she'd decided it had been enough time, and she had to put her grief behind her. That was why she came back to the Isle, specifically Pirate's Bay, there were less memories of him. And more memories of her and Uma, Gil and Harry, memories that helped her forget the pain. Like when she came around the corner and startled a few pirates selling wares at booths stuck together with rusty nails and duct tape.

"I'm the type of girl tryin' to look for trouble. I dress it up and dress to kill!" she pulled her sword from her belt and stabbed through a banner and ran the blade down the length of it. "The type of girl gonna bust your bubble!"

She laughed as she kept walking, finding some graffiti from an amateur that had spelt her name wrong. She picked up the leftover can on the ground and made a dramatic red streak under the Vil part.

"Call me the devil I say De Vil! Follow all the rules I'm breaking, you be the giver cuz I'm always taking. I stand above in a world that I'm making! Save your compassion darling I'm the main attraction." she tossed the can and kicked a pipe the cylinder emitted a white smoke so when Camilla walked out onto the end of the dock she looked like a runway model appearing through a cloud. "Born brilliant, born bad! And maybe just a little bit mad. From a good girl gone back to bad. And I'm having fun like I've always had. A little girl left broken hearted, is getting back and I'm just getting started. I'm born brilliant, born bad. And maybe just a little bit - mad. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!"