This is a re-write of the first chapter. I noticed all sorts of errors when I re-read it earlier. I apologize for any mistakes that still remain.
I don't own Revenge (ABC) or Arrow (the CW)
He clung to the shadows, his dark green cloak obvious in the light and open spaces the house provided. He was perched on the second story landing; he could see the party below. The wedding had happened, and now the party was in full swing. He had barley contained his urge to fire his arrow at his mark when he was dancing with a lone woman, the two of them commanding the dance floor, and everyone's attention, attention that he himself did not want nor need. He waited a few minutes and watched as the rich spoiled people of the Hamptons, all apparently in bed with the devil in order to score an invite to this shindig, mixed and mingled, and occasionally glided across the dance floor.
He watched as a blond woman walked up to his mark with the grace of a professional dancer. She talked to his mark, they shared a laugh, and they moved to the already crowded dance floor. They spun and glided across the floor, the woman obviously leading. Her eyes sparkling with excitement, her mouth wide with laughter. He watched as his mark pulled the woman in close, her face shifting from excitement to a mask of cool indifference. Whatever they were talking about had the woman tense, but when she pulled back from his mark her face was back to a false smile, he could see the tension in her body though, he knew all was not right in paradise. He notched his arrow and pulled the string on his bow back, he took a deep breath, the woman's gaze shifted from his mark to the shadows where he was hidden, as he let the arrow fly. He was not prepared for what happened next.
Emily Thorne would be lying if she said she wasn't excited for another Grayson party. It seemed their parties were always full of drama or excitement, and she knew this one would deliver on both counts. She had planted the evidence, and framed Conrad for the murder of the White Haired Man so well it was only a matter of time before the police decided to arrest him for murder. If she were a betting woman, she'd be betting on their impeccable timing to allow that arrest to come in the middle of the Grayson wedding, if not then at least during the after party. She smiled to herself as Victoria Grayson walked down the aisle to her second wedding. Emily knew Conrad's imprisonment would give her at least one of two things, it would either get rid of the head Grayson for (hopefully) the rest of his life, or it would allow her to see how far the Initiative would go to bail out one of their own.
The wedding ceremony passed without incident, and she was a bit disappointed. It appeared that the only drama this party was providing was an insight into Victoria's fashion sense, a gray wedding dress- seriously? And what appeared to be dead roses, could you get any more symbolic, roses for a dead love for a fake wedding. Everyone knew the wedding was a fake, well at least the people who actually knew what lurked beneath the Grayson's façade of a perfect family. It was a reason for Conrad and Victoria to beat the system. One of them couldn't be forced to testify against the other in a court of Law, it not only benefited the Graysons, but the Initiative as well.
Emily watched as Daniel danced with his mother. She couldn't take her eyes off of her former fiancé, and she knew both Aiden and Ashley were watching her closely. She scanned the party out of habit, she noticed nothing out of the ordinary on the first floor, but on the second floor, the shadows seemed thick in one corner, and she would have sworn that she saw something move out of the corner of her eye.
When she returned her attention to the party, she saw Daniel talking to Nolan's new assistant, and she decided to make her move. She walked confidently up to Daniel, a fake smile plastered on her face. She could see the want in his eyes, and when he pulled her in close she tensed a bit, she'd never admit it, but she wanted him too.
When she pulled away he started to talk about 'what could have been' and she tried to tell him to do what she had failed to tell herself, and move on. She saw something move in her peripheral vision and she quickly scanned the room. What she saw had her questioning the strength of the Grayson's alcohol, but when she saw the bow appear with an arrow already notched she decided it no longer mattered if this was a drunken hallucination or not, she was going to stop this green hooded guy from ruining her plans for revenge. With a burst of speed that surprised herself, she spun into Daniel, pulling him as if they were still dancing. Her back now facing the archer, her body now in between the arrow and Daniel.
She heard a quick sound, like a breeze, before she felt a horrible pain in her left shoulder. She stopped moving as soon as it hit, she swayed slightly on her feet. Her eyes going down to her chest where the tip of a green arrow poked threw her upper most ribs. She brought her hand to her chest, a dark red spot appearing and slowly spreading on her bright red dress. She put her fingers by the arrow's tip and brought her hand up to her face, she stared at the blood a moment before looking up into Daniel's frightened eyes. She opened her mouth to tell him something, anything, but instead she coughed up blood. The world shifted beneath her feet, she heard someone call out her name, before her world went dark and she fell into Daniel's arms.