Blood & Chocolate •A Jordan Parrish Fan Fic•

•Seven• The New Recuits... (Part II)

{Emma}

Five Years Before...

I stand at the foot of my parents bed as they slept and pop my shoulder back into the socket.

Jon-Paul won't be playing with sharp objects ever again.

I walk over to the side where my mother was resting and I stroke her white hair.

She breathes softly and smiles.

I turn as I hear Papa sit up.

"Emma, what are you doing in here? Get out, shoo, go."

I cock my head at him.

"I'm hungry..."

He gets out of bed and grabs me by the arms waking mama up.

"Jean, what are you doing to Emma?"

I look back at my mother and I feel the side of my lip curl.

Her eyes widen and she tries to warn him but the door shuts behind us.

"Emma!" I hear her scream my name.

"What is this?" Papa says as he looks at his hand.

"Blood." He looked at me mortified.

"You filthy gir-" I feel my eyes frost over and he takes a step back.

"I'm an abomination, a blemish on this family but you aren't even my real father, to tell me that, are you?"

"You un-"

I take a step back and feel my back spasm and I fall on all fours.

"Mama should really--ah, keep her voice down when she-ahh, on the phone..." I see my claws cut my finger tips and I see him run.

"Come back Papa!"

I leap down the hall and swipe at his legs causing him to fall.

He cries out as I dig my claws into his thigh taking a chunk out.

I feel something hit the side of my temple and he hobbled down the hall into his panic room.

I feel blood trickle down the side of my face and I laugh.

"You...stupid bitch." I get up and run my claws down the walls.

"Mama said that you wanted me to go away. In fact she said that the rest of the pact wanted me gone as well. But you know what I told her, Papa? How do you make death go away?"

I look up and see the camera.

I smile and jump up clawing at it.

I keep clawing until the camera breaks off of the wall and I jump down.

I look at my bloody fingers and lick them clean then look grab the door handle.

"Papa, did you know that I haven't slept in three months? So I know that if you do this..."

I twist then push the handle and creak the door open slowly.

I hear the gun cock and I stand in the doorway as Papa points the riffle at me.

"I'm hungry.."

"Stay away from me you demon!"

I step up to him and see his finger shake on the trigger.

"Pull it. You know you want to. You've been planning for this moment haven't you?"

He shakes as he readjusts the riffle.