Barbie Transformation

What Would Hunter do?

When I reach the dorm, Hunter's on the phone. I wait patiently for him to end the call.

When he says goodbye I smile, "Who was that?" I ask and he shrugs, "Beaula." I nod and walk towards him, sitting on the couch next to him.

"Hunter..." I begin and he looks at me with a worried expression, "I've decided to go back with you to Rivendale. New York just isn't for me." I exclaim and he looks at me uncertainly. "But what about your ballet contract? Emmerson, that's a big deal." Hunter questions me and I shake my head, "My dance teacher gave me the details of another ballet tutor in Rivendale, I don't need the contract." I smile at him and wait for his reaction.

"You're serious?" He asks and I nod my head slowly. Hunter cracks a grin and kisses me lustfully. When we pull away, the smile on his face doesn't leave, "What made you change your mind?"

"I'm really tired right now, it's been an eventful day. How about I tell you when we get back to Rivendale...?" I plead and he nods in agreement.

"So when are we leaving?"

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HUNTERS POV:

I'm so whipped. I can't get this stupid grin off my face; ever since Emmerson told me that she's choosing me over her career, I've been happy. She hasn't told me the full reason to why she chose me but I'm willing to wait for her to explain. Hell, I wouldn't really care if I don't get an explanation, I'm just happy that's she's chosen me.

She begged me to get her suitcase from Dorm 169, so here I am knocking on Jasper's dorm room.

He opens the door quickly but when he notices me, his hopeful face drops. "Hey Hunter...Do you know where Emmerson is?" He asks desperately and I nod, "yeah, she's in my dorm. I need to get her suitcases though..." I explain to him and his eyebrows raise, "Suitcases? Why?" He lets me inside and I thank him, "She wants to go back to Rivendale." I tell him and he frowns. "Tell her I'm sorry, okay?" He begs and I nod, "Sure."

Finding this conversation a little awkward, I look at the ground and notice red drops.

"Is that blood?" I ask and Jasper turns to inspect the carpet. "Um, yeah... The suitcases are in that room there." He points for me before I ask any questions.

Blood on the floor... That's weird; does it have something to do with Emmerson? I'll have to ask her if she's okay.

I leave the lounge and walk into the room, collecting all of her items, including her cellphone. When I'm done, I roll the suitcase to the lounge, "I'll see you around." I tell Jasper and he nods, "Yeah..."

Before I leave, I feel a firm hand on my arm so I spin around. "Hunter, just please be careful with Emmerson. She's going through a lot of... Stuff. Take care of her, yeah?" Jasper pleads and I nod, "I will."

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EMMERSONS POV.

The plane flight is taking a long time to end. I swear it's been five hours since we left New York but when I check my phone time, I realise that only an hour has passed. My phone is on flight mode so I unlock it and look through my photos, trying to waste time.

When I see the photo of the painting Hunter drew of us together, I smile sadly. The picture really represents our relationship: our surroundings are all suffocated with dark, evil sources while Hunter and I express light.

When I look over at my boyfriend, he's fast alseep. I smile and kiss his cheek in admiration.

When we reach Rivendale, it's eleven at night. Hunter and I hail a cab and he drops me off at my house.

I kiss him tenderly and leave the car, walking up the stairs of my house. I'm surprised that the lights are on; that's peculiar, my mom's usually working until about twelve. I open the door and look around cautiously.

Is there a burglar here? Shutting the door quietly behind me, I grab an empty picture frame on the lounge table and walk silently towards the kitchen where I here some shuffling.

When I reach the kitchen, I stop in the doorway and notice a man inspecting a wine bottle. There are two glasses on the counter and I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. The man looks around 44 years old.

He begins to pour the wine in the glasses and I raise the picture frame, ready to throw it at him. He notices me in the doorway, his eyes bulging.

He puts the wine bottle on the counter and begins to take a few steps backwards. What do I do?

"Who the fuck are you?!" I shriek in confusion and he holds his arms up in surrender, "Look, can we just talk this out?" He asks, pointing to the picture frame in my hands, asking me to put it down.

He's a thief! He was going to steal my mother's favourite wine!

What would you do in this situation? I don't know! Hard question. Well, what would Hunter do?

This is scary as fuck. After being silent for two minutes, I raise the picture frame and chuck it at him. It hits his tuxedo jacket on his shoulder and he stumbles back a bit.

The picture frame shatters to the floor and I run up to the man, launching on him. He falls on his back to the floor, me straddling him.

"Who are you!?" I shout in his face and throw my fist back, punching him in his cheek.

"Someone! Call 911!" The man shouts and I look at him strangely. What the fuck, "Are you trying to go to jail?" I ask him in a stupid tone. He struggles below me, trying to sit up but I push his shoulders back.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps running down the stairs and I turn my head to the side to see my mom looking at me with a shocked face.

"Mom! You're here! Don't worry, I got him! Call the police!" I shout at her and aggressively push the man's chest to the floor again. "Thief!"

My mother shrieks and runs up to me, trying to get me off of him, "What are you doing?" I ask her when she pulls me from the man's body.

"Oh god! James! Are you okay?" My mom cries, running up to him and holding his face in her hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He sits up and warily looks at me.

"Emmerson! What were you thinking!?" She shouts, standing up to face me.

I shrivel away from her: I've never seen her this mad in my life. "I- I thought he was a thief..." I say in an unsure tone and my mother huffs, "James is not a thief! He's my boyfriend." She says angrily and then realises what she just said. She turns to face me with the same wary expression as 'James'.

Boyfriend?

(A/N: boring chapter, I know... It will get exciting on the next one! I promise! It's nowhere near the end :) I'm thinking this James guy looks like Elijah Mikaelson from the Originals. Yae or Nae? Lets reach 1.3k!)