To Be A Savior, Light, Yet, A Murderer, Dark

by DarkSwanKyuubi

What if Emma was adopted at age 15 by a magical head of the mafia? What if he adopted her in blood magic, making her his blood? What if Emma when she said she wasn't "good" she meant it? What if being a savior meant nothing to Emma… Of course she never meant to fall in love and actually start to care for mother and son. Or to get stuck in the middle, good or evil. Dark or light.G!P

1. The Beginning

Emma chuckled darkly as she runs after someone who thought could get away from not doing his part of the deal. Knowing the city she cuts a shortcut and tackled the man shoving his face into concrete and rubbing it from side to side. The man yells out. She grinned before she took out a blade and shoved it into his neck, twisting it about as she did so. Laughing as he gurgled and drew his last breath. Taking back her blade she wiped the blood off on the mans shirt and sheathed /Whistling Emma waved a hand setting him on fire, watching the body burn with a dark smirk as the ashes flew off when the wind blew. With an almost silent pop and black and red smoke that smelled of death she was gone, and reappeared at the family/Base mansion and would've startled her 'parents' if not for their superior senses.

"Ah!" The head of the family/mafia smiled, though to anyone not family or 'friends' would see a grimace. "how was your 'hunt'?"

Emma's eyes shown with dark amusement as she answered. "Good, nice, satisfying, amusing. I always do love it when they run!" Her voice dropped to a dark timber.

Her father chuckled. "Good to hear. Your mother and I were just talking about visiting an Old... friend. Remember her?" How could she not? If not for her she'd of never found a family

"Ye damned brat! When I catch ya your dead ya stupid bitch!" 13 year old Emma heard behind her, though dared not loo back for fear if did she'd be caught. With some inner strength she didn't know she had left, she ran faster cutting sharply to the left and almost let out a sob when she saw a brick wall announcing her dead end. Heavy footfalls echoed and heavy breathing told her the mans found her and silent tears of not only fear but pure rage now fell down her cheeks. Her eyes roamed quickly searching something-anything that could serve as weapon./

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A dark gleam entered her eyes as she found a metal bar-the size of a baseball bat-lying behind a trash bin, hiding it behind her back. Grabbing it she waited until he was close to where she wasn't-not really-hiding and as the man smirked cruelty and started to lean towards her she quickly took the metal bars end and swung with all the strength she had landing the blow to the mans /As the man landed with a loud thud temple bleeding out lots of blood an amused giggle rang out disturbing the silence that'd followed. "Now what do we gots here? A little killer? How exciting!" the excited voice of a female shouted out./span/p