The change within
Chapter 1
Author's note: Yeah, so as for an explanation on this story, I was watching one life to live, especially the Tess scenes and I got to thinking, "Hmm…what would a bad Emily be like?" So I'm like, let's find out! So, viola! This is my result:
Disclaimer: I don't own any character except Julius, he's mine, you steal him and you'll find out the real definition of "evil", unless asked permission of course.
Timeline: Emily and Nikolas have just divorced; this is around the present, but no Connor, which means no rape, so that leaves us at the beginning….
Early in the morning, Emily stood in Wyndemere, in the living room, across the desk from Nikolas. He looked up, barely acknowledging her presence and passed her the pen.
Emily took it in her hands and looked down at the paper in front of her. It was waiting for her signature, their divorce papers. At one time she wanted one, but when she was finally going to fight for their marriage, Nikolas demands a divorce.
But she wouldn't cry no more, waste no more emotion on the royal jerk of a soon to be ex-husband. She thought of denying it, saying no to the divorce, but if Nikolas wanted out, who was she to say no? She loved Nikolas and a part of that love meant letting him go, no matter how much it hurt.
Either way, if he wanted out, fine, she'd just find a guy that would appreciate her and treat her with respect that Nikolas had obviously lost in the break up process.
She nervously bit her lip and signed on the dotted line. There, they were single, he was free and she had to let go of the man she loved. But Emily bit back the tears; it was time to move on anyway. Nikolas wouldn't be controlling her life anymore, now nothing would stop her from reaching her dreams to be a doctor, no one would. Those dreams and her possessions were the only thing she had left.
She quickly turned and grabbed the last of her bags, marching straight out the door. She went to her black SUV and opened the back, placing her luggage and all her things in it.
Nikolas followed her out. "Emily, wait." He called to her, but Emily acted as if she was deaf and didn't hear him. She just closed the back, securing her belongings and walked to the driver's door.
She opened it as Nikolas made it to her motor vehicle. "Emily, will you talk to me?" He demanded of her as he grabbed her arm and pulled her around to look at him, letting her go when he saw her eyes.
Emily stared at him coldly and waited for him to have his say so that she could just leave the past behind and go for the future. Nikolas froze, as he had never seen the coldness he felt from Emily now.
"Can we still be friends?" He asked her and the only answer he received was a slap that nearly knocked him down. He touched his cheek and jaw; those would hurt in the morning that was for sure.
Emily left him like that, driving away and choking her ex husband in a cloud of dust. She went to the launch for the last time, because there was no way she was coming back here ever again.
She drove to a small apartment building near the docks where she rented a small and comfortable loft. She grabbed a bag or two and went up to the third floor, where her loft was placed, near one of the ends of the hall. She opened it and looked at her home sweet home, her new one at least.
It was a decent sized, comfortable loft with a nice living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. It was cold and impersonal though, but the way she was feeling, she didn't care. She'd spruce it up eventually with pictures of her family and one or two of her friends.
She brought the rest of her things up, locked her car and started unpacking, spending thelate morning and all of the afternoon making up her new home, and her new life. During it, lecturing her to say goodbye to Nikolas and move on without him. He would only bring her down, she convinced herself.
Then she stored her luggage in the closet and sat on the bed, unpacking the last box left. Her personal items and photos, something she purposely left for last.
She opened it and emptied it on her bed. She put some pictures of her mom and dad, her grandmother, god bless her, and all her other family members. There was a picture of her and her brothers, though that held so much pain anyway especially one was dead, but not the kind she was feeling.
There was one of Ned, one of her true mom, Paige and such. Then she found one of Nikolas, Lucky, her and Elizabeth. This made the true tears fell, they were truly gone, the four musketeers were dead, grown up, too busy for each other. She cradled it to her chest and let out all the tears that had been threatening to fall for the last twelve or so hours.
She cried for what she lost, what she gained and what she had to leave behind. She cried over her lost marriage mostly, for that lost love that was supposed to last forever, until death do us part.
When she was done, so much that her eyes couldn't produce another salty tear she went to the bathroom and made up a tub. She returned and put the picture face down in a drawer, near her bed. Then she got her robe and bath necessities and returned to the bathroom.
She lay in the tub and figured out what she would do now. She wouldn't throw herself in her work, no, she wouldn't give Nikolas or any of those traitors that pleasure. She would work, but she wouldn't overdo it and came to a decision.
Getting out of the tub, letting the water out she wrapped herself in her robe and returned to her bedroom to look for a decent outfit to wear. She found a pair of shapely jeans and a blue shirt that should do nicely.
She was going out to find a companion, to find that someone who would save her from despair. No, Nikolas anymore, so that means she was officially single again and free to do anything within reason, which she might just cancel just for the heck of it. This was her life, not his, and she would show him by being strong.
He expected her to be weak and probably sulk for days, cry her eyes out and such, but no, she wouldn't do that, if a tear or two fell, so be it, but she wouldn't go bawling, unless it was in privacy.
Yes, she was going to live her life. During the day she would be little sweet, Princess Emily, but at night, she was going to have time of her life and take nothing. She wasn't going to be rebellious per say nor was she going to be bad, but then again she wasn't going to be good either.
She put on some black boots and laced them up, dolling herself up slightly with some blush, some lip gloss and a little eye shadow. Then came the jewelry, should she put a diamond necklace on, or was that overdoing it?
She looked down and decided to get rid of the things keeping her back, opening her jewelry box; she looked to her hands and went for the engagement ring first. She grasped it and reluctantly plied it off, but that was nothing compared how much it took to take off the gold band.
She almost cried, but eventually got it off and took a deep breath, controlling her emotions again. She then chose some sapphire earrings and a simple gold necklace. It worked nicely with her outfit.
She grabbed her keys and a simple coat, just in case and left, locking the door behind her. She drove to a nearby club, which was not that low in the ground, but not for the rich either. She was going to be herself; the princess has retired for the night.
She entered and found a relativity small dance floor, an expansive bar and a couple tables for watching or talking or drinking, whatever you preferred. She took the bar and sat on one of the bar stools, ordering a club soda and waited for a man to have the guts to approach her.
Soon, a dark haired man came up behind her. He had been watching her from afar and finally gathered enough courage to come up to her before someone else did. She didn't go unnoticed as much as she thought.
Everyone noticed the attractive brunette walk in. She wore a pair of blue jeans that accented her hips and shape nicely and a blue tank top that showed her thin waist and a hint of cleavage, a pair of black boots finishing the ensemble and was quite pleasing to the eye. She was his; he smiled confidently as he started towards her.
"Are you waiting for prince charming to come along or just me?" He grinned at her as she averted her eyes to his. Brown, chocolate brown eyes he saw, they looked fine through his blue.
Emily refrained from laughing and rolling her eyes at that poor pick up line. She had heard her share of them, but that had to be about the worst one yet. She looked him over. He wasn't bad on the eyes.
He had dark hair and a clear complexion. He had a good bone structure and looked to be around her age, and looked to have quite a few muscles showing from the black shirt and jeans he had on.
Emily considered him. Well, he was worth a try, she supposed. I mean, it wasn't like you can judge a man just because he was attractive, young and came up with the worst pick up lines, still that must have taken guts to come up to her and say that. It was the inside that really counted in the end anyway.
Emily smiled at him, and rolled her eyes trying to look annoyed, saying "Please, prince charmings are highly overrated."
Her annoyance worked, as he took a seat next to her on one of the stools beside her. "I see, what do you like then?" He asked her.
Emily feigned thinking and innocence. "Hmm…I was thinking bad boys, honestly." She told him, flashing him a big smile, flirting much, "They always make life more interesting." She explained without him asking it.
He smiled; this was his kind of girl. "Well, your in luck, because I'm no prince charming anyway, I'm more of a bad boy, have been since birth." He told her, flirting back.
Emily kept smiling. "Really?" She drew out the y sound for effect. She trailed a hand near his arm, "Does this bad boy have a name?" She asked him.
He smiled more and flashed his white teeth. "Julius." He stuck out a hand and Emily shook it. "Does the lady have a name?" He asked back.
Emily laughed, truly charmed. "Emily." She replied and he tried it on the tip of his tongue, it felt so right. She wasn't the only one charmed here obviously.
He continued the pleasant conversation they were having. "Well, Emily, do you like taking rides on motorcycles? I have mine up front; you want to go for a ride?" He asked of her.
Emily thought about it. She always liked riding them, when Jason took her out on them, she always felt so carefree and open. "It just happens that I do, but as much as that sounds like fun, it really does depend…" She flirted with him, testing his interest in her.
His jaw fell slightly; this girl was something that was for sure. "On?" he asked, choking on his words. He hadn't been this attracted and interested to a girl in his life.
Emily smiled as if it was natural. She played a finger down his arm. "On if I can drive or not. Its great being the passenger, but its always more fun to be the driver, it makes the risk all the greater." She explained to him.
He smiled crookedly. "Baby girl, you only had to ask." He told her and guided her to the door. He loved the kind of women who took charge like this, the risk takers, the fun ones.
Emily mentally congratulated herself for completing her mission, to find a companion. Now to enjoy the ride.