Ana made it a point in her life to only half listen to the things that come out of Marty's mouth, mainly because he was being outlandish, childish, or down right stupid. Tonight was one of those nights, the things he said bored her, she chuckled to herself all the way home, her expensive leather seats feeling good under her body.
As she stopped at a red light she pulled out a cigarette and lite the damn thing, the smoke running into her lungs and then again out through her mouth felt empowering, righteous. She looked at the smolder at the end of the tip, the fire feeling strong, powerful. Her heart skipped suddenly, a horn brought her out of her daze and she sped off to her house.
She walked in, her trusty lab greeting her with his mighty bark and snuggling at her ankles. She leans down to pet her trusty companion, scratching behind his ears as his foot shakes in merriment.
She rises after a moment, You killed my father!, his words rang in her ears. She looks over to her mirror, her luminescent skin seems almost transparent tonight, her red lips are smudged from touching Marty. Her fingers come up and pull at her dress, the garment falling, her naked body exposed.
She almost feels as if she should say something in this moment, as if to tell her body the bare truth. She shakes for a moment, and turns away walking into the shower. Her empowerment is gone, her strength dissipating, she starts her shower. She does not hear her phone beep from the other room, her confidence can finally be relieved at this moment.
Anubis comes into her bathroom, and licks at her ankle. She pets him on the head before entering her shower, clear doors so she can see anyone who enters. Her trust lays in front of her shower doors, posed to protect his master. She looks to him briefly before stepping under the water, she scrubs at her face, she smudges across her skin make her look hideous.
Her mind runs back briefly, to a moment, a desperation, Merlin...I'm scared. She collapses in the shower, the tears run freely, her power to see makes every memory feel real. She backs up into the corner, grabbing at her knees. You killed my father!.
No Marty...she has done so much worse...
She is outside on her porch, the droplets from her hair fall down her back and pool on her towel. Her arm is across her body, holding the flimsy cover up with one arm, a glass of wine in the other, a cigarette secured between her fingers. Anubis is running around her back yard, his tail wagging, his ears flopping, he is so opposite from the master he adores. She hears the door slide open, her mask is on, her strength up.
"You took your time showing up tonight. I had to deal with him myself."
The figure walks next to Morgana, a smirk on their lips.
"You seem to keen to be upset over that. I thought you always enjoyed alone time with the little twit."
Ana walks over to the table on the patio, placing the glass down and bringing the cigarette to her lips.
"Those things will kill you ya know."
"So I've heard, then again," she puffs air out, "why fear death when one is essentially immortal?"
She rolls the cigarette between her fingers and then blows on the tip, an evil smile coming to her features.
"You tried to run him over tonight. How boring..." Ana states.
"Well, I was on my way home from the store and just couldn't resist, he's getting stronger."
"Hmm...so it would seem..."
They stand in silence, the moments tick by like an eternity.
"I would think you would be happy to see him dead."
Morgana slams her hand on the table, the figure jumps.
"DO NOT assume to know what I feel. I want him to remember...I want that last second before I push that blade into his heart. I want him to bleed...I want to hold him as he dies, as he remembers how he held me. I WANT him to suffer..."
"We'll you've accomplished that. Already took everything else from him, now that is only left is that stupid bike."
"Yes, the bike...the only thing he cares for. I assume you talked to the captain?"
The figure smiles.
"Of course, the man was all too easy to manipulate. We will fetch it tomorrow if you like. What do you plan to do with it anyway? Smash it up and leave it on his front doorstep?"
Morgana sighs.
"Nothing right now, I might let him even be silly enough to get it back...but things have become complicated. Arthur and Gwen are back, and I fear them getting in the way. I really don't want to hurt him...not again, not like last time."
"Last time? Developing a conscious Morgana?"
She whips around and hurls her wine at the other, the figure just laughs.
"Do not call me that. No one is allowed to call me that...not ever...not after..."
"Oh you are so dramatic sometimes, honestly. It was just a simple-"
"Nothing about that spell was simple Morgause, or are you going by Morgan now? You manipulated me that day, I should hate you just as much as I hate him."
The sister approaches Ana.
"You have forgiven me because I did what was necessary, as you would. You will have your revenge Ana, I swear by it. I just wish you would tell me what you are planning. We have everything else, what more could you want?"
"I want him begging that is what I want."