Ah, the closer we get to the end of the Leviathan arc, the more excited I feel. It's been a long journey here on this story, over a year already, and the interesting thing is it's completely intended to keep going afterwards. Trust me, it's going to be a long, and hopefully interesting ride. The biggest thing I'm really looking forward to is all the shipping coming. I know it's been very slow burn, but I promise the boys will be heating up the screen soon.

Also, I should have mentioned this last chapter, but this story has been doing really well lately. That means so much to me and I want to thank every single one of you that has reviewed, followed, or just taken the time to read Crossroads. Your continuing support means so, so much to me that I can't even properly put it into words. So again, a very big thank you to all of you, every single one.

Chapter 18: Trust

Soft, orchestra music filled the room of Dick Roman's office, slow and arithmetical in the soft, white lights of the room. He had to admit a fondness for it, amazed at how much humanity had created and made since he'd last walked the planet. Humans were amazing in his opinion, the things they created, how effectively they'd learned to destroy, and just how there were those special ones out there that could not be copied or replaced. Granted, less than a single percent of them provided anything more than food, but it certainly was a very interesting species.

As he mused, he felt Edgar struggle, his head pinned against his desk as he was slowly crushing his skull underneath of his hand. The attempt to get out from underneath his palm was relatively pointless. There was a reason he was king after all, the strongest and smartest out of all his species, Edgar trying to escape was like a fly trying to get out from underneath a skyscraper. Of course, Dick wouldn't kill him, but it was no doubt hurting like a bitch.

"What I'd like to know, Edgar," he said as he used his free hand to check his phone for any oncoming messages. Things were in their final stages right now. He couldn't afford to miss even a single detail of what was going on, "is why, oh why, you thought it was a good idea to allow the tablet to escape our grasp again."

The fellow Leviathan made a grunt that might have been a protest, but Dick just shushed him gently.

"Shhh, shush Edgar. You'll know when it's time to speak," he said with a grin, looking up at Susan at the door. "You've always been such a good right hand. I know I can trust you with anything or at least I thought I could. Susan though, she's been taking care of a lot for me lately. Dedicated, long hours, and gets me what I need when I need it. Now, we are at the precipice of a brand new era for us, and I just don't know if I see you in it anymore."

The struggling ceased for a second, no doubt Edgar wondering what the point of it even was. It was testament of just how much more powerful than the others that he was, that just a few words could completely steal their will to live, that they knew deep down when he declared them dead, they knew there was no fighting it.

"Luckily, I have a soft spot for you, Edgar. We've been together since the literal beginning after all. You control my troops, keep them in line, and you always clean up the messes the others make. Which is why I'm going to let you have one more chance to explain to me just what went wrong with collecting our dear little prophet."

He lifted his hand and Edgar nearly fell to the floor by the sudden lack of pressure, standing up after a moment to adjust himself. His skull was still cracked, black liquid seeping out of his head as he slowly took the time to heal.

"Well?" Dick asked, a wide grin on his face. "Come on, Edgar. Tell me the news."

"As I reported before," Edgar breathed, his composure slowly coming back to him. Edgar never whimpered or pleaded, just got the job done. It's probably the reason why the king had trusted so much to him for so long. Even before the word professional had existed in any language, he had been a shining example of it, cool and composed in all things. "When I went to the boy's mother, the plan was to allow the authorities to find him and then take him to you afterwards. Two angels arrived, seeming to have found him first. When I went to eradicate them..."

"Oh come on, I really want to hear you repeat this part," he pushed, his smile staying the same, but the barest hint of a snarl coming out of him with his words. "Go on."

"A woman was there. She did something, causing the pipes to explode. They must have been filled with that chemical because after that I… All I could feel was the pain. It was too hard to concentrate, being burned from the inside. By the time I managed to crawl out of there, they were all gone. The prophet, his mother, the angels and the woman. It seemed it was all her plan, and she knew what I was somehow."

"Did she say anything?" Dick pressed insistently, to which Edgar hesitated. "Let me guess. You didn't hear anything because you were too busy writhing around on the floor."

"Yes," Edgar replied simply. "I looked for some trace of DNA from her, but she was thorough, wearing gloves and hat the whole time she was in the house, posing as a plumber. I can only assume at some time she sabotaged the pipes in order to fill them with some kind of cleaning material and then break something to use as cover to come in as a repairman. She seemed to have some kind of relation over them bursting, leading me to assume she has control over whatever somehow."

"Lovely. So then you have no idea where the prophet is, do you?"

Edgar didn't even hesitate before shaking his head.

"You know what, I'm not going to lie. I'm disappointed in you, Edgar. Really I am. This is the second time the tablet has slipped through my grasp, and call me a betting man, but I'm pretty sure that the Winchesters have what they need to stop us. We are right on the edge of total victory, of cultivating this planet and making sure we have enough to eat for eternity. These two little humans have been nothing but trouble for us and somehow all of you just can't seem to kill them. So, I don't think I need to explain just how put out this situation is making me, do I?" he asked Edgar, to which he shook his head again. It was clear the other wasn't daring to speak unless he had to.

If it were anything but his general, he would have eaten him by now, but for all the mistakes, Edgar was still valuable. Susan was starting to look like a good replacement though.

"One more chance," he said with a sigh. "Turns out, I still need some crowd control. Recently the Alpha Vampire has been calling, quite a bit really. The food is working wonders, taking out the leeches, but it seems he's more controlling in his diet than I'd hoped. It didn't kill him so he clearly didn't consume a tainted human, which means we have a problem. If he lives, he can make more. He'll have to be living off of a limited human supply or animals, either way, he's not well fed right now. Go find him, and kill him. Then you can come back."

Dick watched him nod and leave his office, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. There was another player on the board and it seemed whoever it was had succeeded in keep their head down. He needed more information on what was going on, and soon.

"Susan," he said smoothly.

"Yes, sir?" his secretary asked.

"Start compiling me a list, anything and everything that can manipulate water in some kind of way. It's time we start our wholesale slaughter, and it looks like some species need hit the top of the list. I don't care what it takes or the carnage. Another week and all the humans are going to be too stupid to notice anyway. Whatever is going on, I want it handled, got it?"

"Yes," she replied before heading out as well.

The music in the room did nothing to calm Dick Roman, the skin of his disguise shuddering just a little. Something was wrong, very wrong. He could feel it, a shift in power, but he was determined to stop it. He'd come too far to lose now.

#-#

Emma was fairly sure she was staring too much at the girl, and had to take the conscious effort to put her eyes elsewhere. The wooden panel walls, books on the shelves and mantelpiece, even the bodies of the vampires on the long table should have been more interesting than the sight of a girl curled up in on herself in a leather chair, talking to the group.

Her face was a little warmer than she would have liked as she glanced over at her again for what she was sure had to be about the twentieth time in the last few minutes, but it was hard not to indulge. With straight brown hair the color of chocolate and sweet, plush pink lips, she had an air of innocence about her that made her stomach flop in a way she was in no way used to. Even her voice held an almost clear quality, like a bell, as she introduced herself as Emily and explained the fact she'd been taken by the vampires when she'd just been a little girl.

A small pit of guilt settled in her stomach as she quickly calculated that this girl had to be twenty years old if she'd been taken when she was eight and that had been twelve years ago. She didn't know why. It just seemed like important information to have, but something in the back of her mind told her firmly that she could not even think about acting on it. Emily didn't look that old, and she certainly didn't act like it either. If anything she seemed to have an air of a little girl who'd never been allowed to grow up.

Which ironically, Emma realized as she looked at the pink room full of teddy bears and other little nick-knacks, that was most certainly the case.

It made her feel a swelling sense of anger on the girl's behalf that she'd been taken and used as a blood bag for this monster, and also poked at her own guilt for looking at her and being unable to stop from thinking about how beautiful she was because of her aura of innocence. This wasn't a girl, she was a woman, except in a lot of ways she wasn't.

Was there a way of wanting to feel protective of her and also feel like she should stay away from her at the same time? The Amazon really wasn't sure where she could safely stand on that point.

Hence the trying hard not to look at her, which was failing pretty miserably.

She tried to force herself to focus on what Emily was saying instead of how she sounded, talking about the vampires who had died after bringing in a few humans to feed off of, humans that hadn't even struggled apparently. After that the three vampires had just died, but there was still a forth one out there feeding on animals.

"Never heard of vamps being allergic to humans before," Dean murmured.

"You think maybe it's the corn syrup?" Sam theorized. "I mean, think about it. Jody told us about the effects it had on people, stoned out of their mind. It'd make them all ripe for the picking."

"She did say it was an easy hunt," Dean noted as he looked over at Emily.

"Do you know where the Alpha is now?" Sam asked, but the girl only shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe," she said softly. "He has this place he goes to when something goes wrong. He calls it his retreat."

Sam nodded his head and pulled out his phone to punch something in it.

"What's that?" she asked, her eyes alight with confusion.

"That is Sam's douche tracker. It'll help us find the Alpha. All we need is an address," Dean explained to her.

"I don't know," she said again. "But I think I can remember a few things that can help."

"That's okay," Sam reassured her. "Just do the best you can."

"For now, probably best to get out of here before the last vamp gets back," Dean stated before turning to his daughter. "Emma."

She hadn't even heard him, fidgeting a little as she watched Emily take a sip of her tea and then lick trace drops of the liquid from her lips. Oh um… that was kind of cute.

"Emma!"

"I wasn't doing anything!" she cried out suddenly, her face beat red as she looked up at her father, startled out of her mind. "I mean… uh… I'm sorry, what?"

"You okay?" Dean asked her with an arched eyebrow. She found herself hoping desperately he had no idea what was going on in her mind.

For some reason a sense of shame was hitting her right now, one she didn't entirely understand. She'd never felt a particularly special way about sex. It was just this mechanical thing, breeding to create another Amazon, nothing special or noteworthy. The most emotional aspect that she'd ever really known about was her fellow sisters, fully grown and with one another, but even that had been some far off thing she'd only observed a couple times during her training.

Honestly the fact that Dean always seemed to hate her talking about the ritual of sexual intercourse he'd partaken in with her mom had never made any kind of sense to her. Now? Now she was kind of starting to get it. The idea of him realizing she had some kind crush, was thinking things like… well noticing another girl's lips and looks was not something she wanted him to know about.

Like… ever.

Still the way he looked at her was making her burn, heat creeping past her face and to her neck as she stuff her hands in her pants and lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

"I'm fine. What's up?" she asked him.

"Why don't you go help Emily pack a bag?" he suggested to her.

"Um, yeah. I can do that," she said, still determinedly refusing to meet his eyes and following Emily to her room so she could grab a bag to pack away a few things. There wasn't any big ones to use, the girl clearly not used to traveling anywhere, at least not for extended periods of time. Instead Emma grabbed a small bag that could fit at least a couple of outfits and went to the dresser.

"Anything special you want to bring?" she asked, wondering if the girl felt any attachment to any of the toys in the room.

"No. I think I'll be okay. Thanks for being so helpful," Emily said before she gave a small smile to her that made Emma's heart skip a beat. "I'm going to change though. Do you mind?"

"Oh! Oh yeah, I'll just wait outside," she said quickly, putting the bag on the bed after throwing a couple sets of clothes in for Emily before quickly scurrying out to give her some privacy.

"What's up with you?" Sam asked as Emma rubbed at her cheeks, trying to do her best not to grin. She was sure it was going to make her look like a complete fool.

"Nothing," she said, sighing a little and sounding more wistful than she would have liked. "I'm just fine."

After a short while, Emily came back out of the room, dressed and ready to go. Emma took the bag for her, giving her a small smile as the group left the mansion. Emily seemed nervous and a little unsure of herself as she did her best to recall the details that could lead to the Alpha, slow to supply her answers as she took the time to think over what she was saying. Still, it eventually led them where they needed to go, parking in front of a large, gated house. A couple people were walking about during the late hour, clearly sentries chosen to guard the house.

"This is where he took me," Emily breathed out, hugging herself as she looked up at the place. A soft tremor of fear was in her voice, and Emma risked putting a hand on her shoulder, trying to show her some silent sympathy.

"You sure?" Sam asked her, to which the girl nodded her head in confirmation.

"What now?" she asked.

"We'll get you someplace safe," Dean informed her. "Circle back and Ginsu these leeches."

They drove back off, pulling into town by the time morning had come around, only stopping to go to the supermarket and get other 'supplies' as Dean had told them. The two girls waited in the car while a room was booked at a nearby motel, and her father tossed Emma the key to the room before they went inside. Emily looked around curiously before settling down on one of the beds and Sam turned the television on for her to keep herself entertained with.

"Okay, so I'm leaving you in charge," her father said as he approached her, scrawling down a number on a piece of paper. "This is Jody's number. If Sam and I aren't back by dawn, I want you to call her and get her to come pick the both of you up."

"I'm not coming along?" she asked him, confused. He'd been bringing her along everywhere recently. Either as back up or to keep an eye on her she'd never been exactly sure, but she'd felt like some sense of trust had been getting built up between the two of them.

"I need you to look after her," he said, his eyes falling to Emily for a second. "She needs to be kept safe, and we're going to be too busy to be able to do it. We certainly can't bring her with us either. You can handle waiting for us, right?"

"Yeah," she said as she took the number and folded it safely in her hands, just in case. "Be careful."

"We will be," he said, digging around in his pocket before handing her a little flip phone, one of his spares. She didn't have one of her own yet, never really having need of one. She never called anyone after all. "Like I said, dawn comes and we're not back, you get Jody to come and get you. Don't even think about doing anything dangerous."

She felt like she should have been a little insulted at his warning, like he didn't trust her to follow instructions, but to be fair she did sometimes have a tendency to run off. It's not like she had a completely clean track record after all, and if it were just her she probably would be very tempted to go after her father if he took too long in coming back.

Still, she didn't feel too worried. It was in the middle of the day. The vampires would all be sleeping and wouldn't know the pair of hunters would be coming. With any luck they'd be back before she knew it.

"How are your ribs, by the way?" he asked her, causing her to glance away for a second. They were still a little sore. Part of her felt a bit resentful that the thing she'd been promised would be painful had been nothing at all while the thing she'd been told would only hurt for a moment was still causing her discomfort, but it's not like it was his fault. She'd been warned that it would hurt by Castiel, but she'd decided to go through with it anyway to give her father peace of mind.

"I'm fine," she said, wondering just why of all things she could have had a resistance to it would be angelic powers. He'd mentioned something about divine blood, and she knew she was the descendant of the gods, but the angel had been too out of it to really explain further. Yet another thing she supposed she'd never learn about her sisters. "I won't even feel it by tomorrow."

"So you still feel it now," he pressed, his tone worried, but she only gently pushed him to the door.

"I'm fine, Father. Really. Don't worry," she assured him. "Everything will be okay here. I'll… uh, I'll keep an eye on Emily, promise."

He gave her a hard look, scrutinizing, and once again she couldn't quite bring herself to meet his gaze.

"Uh huh," he said, and she swallowed as she had the feeling he was figuring out just why she was acting so out of sorts. "Keep out of trouble then."

"Will do," she promised as she watched him move to the safe and pull the flask out from his pocket and stick into the machine. Oh, Bobby was not going to be happy about that.

"You got to hang here. For your own good, capiche?" Dean whispered as he locked the safe and then made his way to the door. He barely even had it open before it slammed shut with a fury.

Emily looked up at the others, her eyes searching and worried before Dean forced himself to give a little laugh, but Emma didn't like how forced it sounded.

"It was the wind," the man excused before turning back to the door. "Chill out, Bobby. We'll be back soon."

Emma watched them leave, letting go of a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. Honestly, she'd feel better if they had taken the ghost. It was clear he didn't want to be on the sidelines anymore than she did, and he could be very good at covering their backs if things got hairy. As far as she knew, vampires couldn't see ghosts any better than humans could if the ghost didn't want to be seen. Speaking of which, where was he? Did he plan to show himself or hide away from the other girl? It would probably freak her out to see a dead man floating about, especially if he started to act up.

Still, when no lights flickered and the temperature stayed the same instead of dipping down, she had to assume he was willing to behave. She wished she could give him some word of sympathy but that would just end up making her sound crazy to Emily. It sucked being left behind, it really did, and she felt like if she could say so it would help him calm down a little bit.

"Do you think they'll be able to really kill all of them?" Emily asked softly as she sat on the bed, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.

"Don't worry. My father is the best hunter I know," Emma assured her. "There's no way he'll fail."

"Then soon… I'll be free?" she asked before chewing on her bottom lip.

"What is it?" she asked the other girl. "Is something wrong?"

Emily hesitated for a moment before climbing off of the bed, holding her hands together as her fingers intertwined and played with each other. She seemed nervous and a little scared, though Emma could only figure that was natural after spending so much of her time cooped up and being used by a pack of monsters.

"I'm worried," she confessed softly. "What if they don't pull it off? You were told to call someone if they didn't make it back in time. What if it doesn't work? What if they can't kill the Alpha?"

Emma wanted to reassure her, but her words caught in her throat. At any moment her family could perish. They didn't exactly lead very safe lives after all. Her father was constantly worrying about her safety because of that. There was always a chance that something could go badly.

She knew that he would never be willing to hear it but if they failed she herself would have to make the attempt. She knew the ingredients needed to make the weapon, and she'd have Bobby. If she could do something… even trying, she had to carry on the mission. Going back to Jody could not be the first stop, not for her anyway.

"I'll take care of it," she said firmly. "It's all going to work out, I promise."

"You mean it?" Emily asked her as she approached the Amazon. Slowly she reached out, taking Emma's hands in her own. "I'm so scared. He's fed on me for years. He knows my scent. He can find me, no matter where I go. He can track me."

"He won't," Emma answered to tried to calm her, even as she felt her skin heat up where Emily was touching her. "I'll… I can keep you safe."

"Will you? There is… there is something you can do for me actually," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. The sound was drilling right into Emma's brain, causing it to short circuit. Something was telling her she needed to back off, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out why, too confused by what was going on. "He keeps me because virgins are a delicacy, but… if I… wasn't one anymore, then he wouldn't want me. I'd finally be safe."

"Oh… oh, I..." Emma choked out, having no clue what to do with that information as Emily looked up at her with big, innocent eyes.

"You'll help me, won't you?" she asked. "The way you look at me, it makes me feel safe. You'll protect me, right?"

For a moment Emma thought about refusing, about saying that wasn't needed, that her father would kill the Alpha and they'd all be fine. Then soft lips touched hers and she felt her resolve shatter before it had even properly formed. Emily tasted like candy, the gloss on her lips filling her mouth as a tongue gently prodded her lips and pushed past them. The kiss was gentle, slow, inexperienced, but it filled her with a longing she'd never felt before in her short life. A wave of protectiveness hit her, telling her she could protect Emily, that she could keep her safe with this action. She was so pretty too, and soft. A sweet smell wafted from her skin than Emma wanted to fully experience, to hold her close and whisper to her just how beautiful she found the other girl.

Her heart was beating a mile a minute as hands gently pulled Emma forward to touch, taking her wrists and placing them on her hips and the kiss continued. It was sweet and a little wet, neither girl knowing what they were doing but instinct seeming to lead the way before Emma had to pull away to breathe. She laughed a little as she pressed her forehead to Emily's, looking her deep in the eyes.

"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," she confessed. She wanted to woo this girl completely, to make her feel special and loved. She wanted to treasure her, to give her everything and be her hero and champion, to make Emily feel like she could trust this first time to Emma. Even if she wasn't sure entirely what she was doing, as long as they both felt good, it might not matter.

"This is a little embarrassing though," Emily laughed back. "I've never been with anyone, not even to hold someone's hand. I… I want to get undressed. Do you think… you think you could turn around?"

"Oh. Yeah, of course," she said with a nod of her head as she let go of her. "Anything you need to be comfortable with this. You can trust me."

She turned around quickly, wondering if maybe she should get undressed too, excitement bubbling up inside of her due to what she was about to experience.

"My hero," Emily said, just as the room's temperature began to drop.

#-#

Bobby didn't consider himself much of a prude. He'd been on this earth too long to feel shame about much of anything any more. It just came with age, he supposed. Along with that age though, had certainly cooled a few of his urges. He wasn't exactly the pay-per-view type, hadn't been even when he'd been younger. Still, even if he had been, he certainly did not want to watch what was essentially his adopted granddaughter pull a Dean and get down with a girl she'd only just meant.

Appearing in the middle of the room seemed like a good way to put a stop to this, even if it would probably cause a lot of shocked screaming. Had Emma just gone and forgotten he was here or something?

He didn't even get the chance to make himself visible or say something to the teenagers making out before Emma turned around, looking for all the world like a kid on Christmas. It wasn't until he saw Emily slowly wrap a hand around a desktop lamp did he figure out what she was doing, bringing it down on top of the Amazon's head.

"Ahhh!" Emma cried out as she fell to the ground, clutching her head in her hands. She quickly turned around, her eyes flashing molten gold as she glared at Emily. The vampire victim flinched back at the sight before raising the lamp again, but Emma was faster, grabbing her free arm and squeezing it in her hand.

"You tricked me!" Emma yelled as the other girl screamed in pain, bones cracking under her grip.

"LET GO!" Emily screamed, swinging the lamp with all her might against the Amazon's face. This time it did the trick, Emma wobbling a little before her body went limp and she slid boneless to the floor. The brunette cradled her arm to her chest, letting out a dry sob before grabbing the phone Emma had dropped, quickly dialing a number into it.

"Emma! Emma, get up!" Bobby cried, kneeling down next to her. Damn it, there wasn't anything he could do for her. She was out cold, blood seeping onto her forehead from underneath of her hair. "Damn little schemer."

"Daddy," Emily breathed on the phone, trying to hold it up to her ear and open the door at the same time. "Daddy, please, I need someone to come get me. I'm nearby, but I'm hurt. Please..."

She finally got the door open and ran off, not looking back.

"Balls!" he cursed. The boys were walking right into a trap and there was nothing he could do to stop it. If he'd at least had the flask, but it was stuck in that damn safe! Of all the fool things for Dean to do. He should have given it to Emma.

Not that it would do any good. He couldn't go after Dean and Sam to warn them if it meant leaving her here. For all he knew back up would be coming in the form of very hungry, very angry fanged bastards soon. He had to get the flask and he had to get Emma out of here, meet up with the other two somehow before they got to the mansion.

Before he could start forming a plan, the television caught his attention, seeing a reporter on the screen, talking about the rising star in American business, Dick Roman. He felt himself pulled to the electronic like a moth to a flame, staring up at it as rage, sick and hot began to burn inside of him. It took an extreme force of will to turn away from it and stalk over to the safe. He couldn't do anything without the flask. He had to handle that first and protect Emma. Nothing else mattered.

He pushed in combo after combo, at least happy the buttons gave way to his touch. Now was not the time to be loosing focus, yet the more Dick's voice droned on in the background of the room, the more his hate built and the harder he jammed at the buttons. Nothing was working though, and the failed beeps were starting to piss him off.

"Dean's birthday," he snarled, starting to lose his cool. He wasn't known for being the most calm person out there after all, and this was affecting him more than he wanted to admit it was. "Sam's birthday."

More failed beeps and he was at his limit, the last one he could think of coming up as a failure before he yelled angrily.

The residue of his temper caused the room to burst, objects flying and lights to explode. The fireplace flared up as he stalked around the room before he stopped suddenly and looked at Emma's still, unconscious body. For a moment the world seemed almost blissfully calm, things becoming clearer than they had in months. He knew exactly what he had to do now, just how to get out of here. He didn't even hear the knocking at the door or the calling into the room, someone asking if everything was okay in there.

He surged forward and slowly Emma's body moved, but it wasn't under her power. She pushed herself up and stalked over to the safe, gripping the door while bracing the rest of it under her hand before ripping it off its hinges.

"Just need you a little while," Bobby stated in Emma's voice, grabbing the precious flask and slipping it into her jacket. Bobby inside of her body looked up as the door opened, a maid coming in to see what the ruckus was about, but the ghost in the Amazon's body just shoved her against the wall to knock her out and get her out of the way before he stalked off down the hall. The feel of the bronze knife in her pants pressed up against skin that wasn't his and a plan formed in his mind. "Just until I get the bastard."

End of Chapter 18

Oh no, Bobby, Emma. You both done screwed up big time.

This chapter largely played out like it did in the episode, though obviously with a few changes. I didn't seem Dean bringing his daughter along to risk hunting an Alpha, and Emily is a very good actress and manipulator. With as obvious as teens can be when they have crushes, especially the very first one, I had a feeling that she would have picked up on it immediately and used that to her advantage when she needed to get away.

I found it fun to contrast her and Emma, a girl who looks like she's innocent and naive about the world versus someone who's traveled and feels like she'd be the more emotionally mature of the two, when in all actuality it's completely the other way around. Of the two, Emily is the one who knows more about people while Emma is the naive and trusting one. It came and bit her in the ass hard.