Heathens ➶ The Originals

fifteen ; witch bitch

Davina was unpacking in her new room when Emery walked in. The blonde was still on good terms with the witch, as far as she knew, and planned on keeping it that way.

"I assume you've heard," Emery leaned on the doorframe.

"That you're a psychopathic killer that is almost as bad as Klaus," Davina insulted. "Yeah, once or twice."

"If anything, I'm a whole lot worse than Klaus," she mumbled, then spoke up. "I'm not human."

Davina snorted, interrupting, "Obviously."

Emery grimaced, "I'm not human, yet I'm still that same girl you met that day at the bar. I'm not trying to use you nor do I have any selfish uses for you in store."

"Right, and I'm just supposed to believe you, when it's so obvious what a fluent liar you are," Davina spat.

"You don't have to believe me, nor do you have to trust me. All I'll say is that you're the only person in this city that I can talk to without wanting to blow my brains out," Emery fibbed, "and I'm the only one who can and will help you harness your power with nothing gained in return."

Davina was silent, turning back to her suitcase. It was obvious the brunette had Emery's words running through her mind. They had struck a chord, with promises Elijah and Marcel had made.

To Davina, Emery ranked alongside Elijah and Marcel, being the only people she had encountered that weren't trying to use her for selfish gain. Marcel helped keep her safe, Elijah was teaching her, so Davina wondered whether Emery could keep her word and let Davina harness her power to its full capability.

She had made up her mind only seconds later, though when she turned around, Emery was nowhere to be seen.

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1953

"Isn't it spectacular?" Emery commented, rising from her seat at the professor's desk as said professor entered the room.

He stared at her in astonishment, eyes scanning her body before composing himself, "How, how did you get in here?"

"Through the door," Emery's laugh was tinkling, innocent as though the menace inside wasn't there.

The professor, Professor Walsh, gulped audibly, "Yes, yes, of course. I don't believe I've seen you around. Are you a student?"

"No, more like a teacher, of sorts," she grinned, strutting up to the man. "And I hear that you've been a very bad boy. Bad boys need to be punished."

Emery's lips were puckered in a pout, standing so close to the man that he could feel her breath. His entire demeanor changed as the true Walsh came out. His smirk was seductive as could be, dropping his books to put an arm around her.

"And how are you going to punish me?"

With a grin, she twisted him around, pushing him against the wall with a window before leaning in to whisper, "I'm going to kill you."

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Emery walked out of the building daintily. Her good deed for the year was done, and now she could focus on more pressing cases like the wife of a mayor in a small city in Maine who was playing God with her witchcraft parlor tricks.

She had to admit, it felt good to bring death to a person so cruel. To some, his death would be looked at like a tragedy. To his wife and three kids, it would be looked at like a miracle, a sign that their physical torment and abuse can now end.

It didn't take long, as soon as she got in her car, for the sirens to start blaring as people make way for the paramedics, who were just a bit too late for the recently deceased professor.