Gone with the Sin

Chapter 3: Coming Right Along

By Rogue Coulter

Emily was awoken that morning by cold hands on her arms, shaking her awake. "Emily."

She opened her eyes and was met with William's cool gray eyes. "Wake up. The operation's been approved. You'll first be taken by your house, and once you return, we'll begin training. I'll be waiting outside for you." Having said that, he left.

Emily lay in bed a moment longer before William's excitement seeped through her skin and into her being. She threw back the covers and found her shoes, quickly putting them on. She refused to look at herself in the mirror and simply hurried to the door. He was waiting outside as promised, and he led her down the maze of hallways and up a ladder to the garage. With a small frown, Emily discovered they weren't going in the Jaguar.

She got in the passenger side of a police car which William had been standing next to and put on her seatbelt, noticing that William didn't get in. "I can't come because it's still light outside," He explained. "Pierce will be driving you." Just as he said this, a Lycan with black hair and a narrow face climbed out of the tunnel and made his way over to the police car. He got in the driver's side after exchanging a few hushed words with William.

Without a word to Emily, he pressed a button and the garage door opened. William had already taken cover back in the sewers. The sun was low in the sky, showing Emily had slept very long. She looked at the clock and its green numbers read 4:57. "My God," She mumbled.

"Hm?" Pierce asked disinterestedly. He had apparently thought she was talking to him.

"Oh, no, I was just . . . surprised I had slept so long." Emily attempted a small smile, but Pierce didn't even glance over at her to catch it.

"We operate at night, so you might as well get used to it," He commented, bored already with the conversation.

The silence that fell immediately after made Emily shift uncomfortably in her seat. She crossed her legs then uncrossed them, crossed and uncrossed her arms, folded her hands in her lap then rubbed the palms on the thighs of her jeans, and Pierce didn't seem to notice any of this or choose not to acknowledge it. "Do you mind if we listen to some music?" Emily asked when she noticed the tape player.

Pierce shrugged and pressed the play button, waiting with the tiniest of smiles for the heavy metal music to blare and Emily to jump or scream. Funny thing was she did neither. She just smiled and said, "Rob Zombie, right?"

This tweaked his interest somewhat, and he nodded. "Yeah, you know him?"

Emily shrugged and looked out the window as the apartments and buildings flew by. "I like him. I don't have any of his CD's though or anything, but my friends listen to him a lot. What else have you got on here?" She then directed her attention back to the tape player.

"Marilyn Manson, Static-X, Disturbed, Slipknot." He shrugged again. "A little bit of everything."

"Cool." Emily smiled at him, and this time he returned the smile. Well, at least they had something in common. The house wasn't far away Emily noticed by the semi-familiar streets. It wasn't even her house. It was the Capper's. Emily was from Texas, and Liv had come in sixth grade to her school. She moved away before eighth grade to Puerto Rico and then England.

Pierce pulled up in front of the house after checking with Emily to make sure it was the right one. Emily hoped that no one would be home. Then again she had no idea why they were even here. "Alright," Pierce said as he put the car into park. "Will said get as little as possible like . . . four outfits," He gave up already and just shrugged once again. "Ya know. Not everything."

"Right." Emily got out, and Pierce followed her up the driveway. She reaching up under the roof of the shed and felt around for the small pot with the spare key in it. Once she had the key, she led the way inside and up to the room she stayed in. Emily was beyond thankful that no one was home. It was only cause way more trouble.

Emily grabbed one of the bags she had carried her clothes in on the way to England and began stuffing clothes in it. She tried to think about what she would need, grabbing some clothes she could train and exercise in as well as some stuff to wear around the lair and some clothes in case they went above ground. It was more than four outfits, but William could bite her. She smiled to herself at that. Vampire, bite. Ah . . . she was a dork.

Emily then went to the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush, shampoo, body wash, razor, make up, tampons, deodorant, perfume, and toilet paper just in case. She tried to think what else she would need. She grabbed her purse and checked to make sure the picture of her family was safely tucked in there. She made her a round in the room for anything else she might need, and the last thing she grabbed was a small sock monkey her aunt had made her. Her aunt had also made Liv a matching on with different colored buttons for eyes and ribbon around its neck. Liv had named hers Mongo while Emily had named hers Mongoose.

That was it. She would never be back for the rest of the stuff probably. She took a shaky breath. "Let's go." Pierce nodded and helped carry her bag down the stairs and out to the car. The car drive home was silent except for the blaring music of course. Emily was just truly realizing what she was doing. She would never see her family again, her cats, her dogs, her friends, her classmates, her home, her room, nothing. No, she'd see them again. Of course she would. She'd make sure to see them again at least just one last time.

William was waiting for her when she returned, and Emily took a moment to change into some clothes more suitable to train in. He led the way then into a separate part of the sewers which served as the armory. Emily could already tell before it even began that this was going to be hell.

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"A motivation?"

"Yes, a motivation," William repeated as he paced slowly, thoughtfully in front of her. Emily was trying her best to pay attention, but all she could think about was the pain shooting through her entire body; and now she had to listen to William as he calculated a plan for her. It seemed he was doing this more often, making her listen to his ramblings as he thought. She was tired and in pain. He may be gorgeous, but she was also annoyed. "They'll be suspicious if you just are dropped off on their porch step wanting to aid in their war effort without any reason. We obviously don't want them to think you're crazy."

Emily sighed and rested her forehead in her palm. "Say the Lycans killed my best friend. I want vengeance."

William turned to her and smiled a bit. She tilted her head. 'That's the first time he's smiled at me,' She thought vaguely. "Brilliant idea actually: vengeance. We'll have to go beyond that of course . . . Are you listening?" Emily had zoned off while looking at him and snapped out of her trance abruptly.

"Yes, yes. Continue." Emily rubbed her brow and leaned back in her chair.

William didn't continue, however. He watched her for a moment, and Emily wondered if he was trying to make a point about it being rude she hadn't been listening. Then he spoke, "You've had a long day. The first is the hardest. Why don't you go to your room and get some rest? You've got another long day ahead of you."

Lord thank you for giving him the sight to see her agony. "Thank you," Emily said gratefully as she stood up and walked rather ungracefully over to the door. "Thank you," She murmured again when he got the door for her. She stopped, however, and turned to face him once more. "Why are you doing this?" The question had been burning in her mind for what seemed like an eternity.

"What?" He asked.

"Fighting your own kind. Killing them." She leaned against the door frame.

He seemed at a loss of words and for a good minute he didn't say anything. "Because it's the only way we can have peace."

Emily nodded numbly. "Were you a part of Selene's coven?"

"Yes. We did not know each other very well at the time, but we were of the same coven: Viktor's."

"Is that where I'm going?" She felt so small asking him all these questions. He was actually very intelligent. A being that had been around for so long had to be. That caused another question to arise.

"Yes." William hadn't moved but was watching her outline in the dim light. She had so many questions for someone so tired, but he let it slip which was quite odd.

"You don't mind me asking how old you are do you?" She smiled shyly.

William chuckled a bit himself and took a breath while he counted up the years silently in his head. "137. 38 in a month."

Emily tried not to gape, but she couldn't help it. "So what's that? Like 20 in human years?" Did that make any sense?

"Are you telling me I look old?" He asked teasingly.

"No, actually, you look amazingly young for your age." Emily smiled, glad he seemed to be warming up to her.

"It's more like 19," He said with a smile.

"Oh, that's good."

He seemed a bit perplexed by that. "Why's that?"

Emily was too shy to admit it, but she made herself say it. "I'm 17." What she meant by that was 'You're not too old for me so to speak.'

"Nothing more than a mere babe," He commented.

She frowned at that. "Compared to a grandpa like you." Oh, come now Emily he was only teasing.

He didn't say anything, but Emily was sure she felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. "I'm only joking," She covered quickly with a smile.

"It's late." He said. In other words 'Good bye.'

"Right. I'll see you tomorrow then." She took her leave and painfully walked to her room on tender feet before collapsing on her bed and forcing herself to forget the thought of him. Sleep soon overcame her.

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Emily what a stupid thing for you to say you dumbass. William hadn't been able to train her the next day. He was off on the business they said. Another Vampire took his place. He was shorter than William and even skinnier with dark brown hair and eyes. His name was Paul. Needless to say, the word mercy was not in his vocabulary. Emily was nearly begging William to please come by and save her from Paul's wrath.

William on the other hand truly was on business, and in all honesty, he found himself wishing her were back in the sewers training Emily. Any thoughts like these were pushed away quickly. He was currently staked out on a roof with a sniper rifle nestled under his arm while he lay on his stomach. His eyes caught every movement in the dark, and he waited for permission to open fire. Kahn's voice came an eternity later, and William did not hesitant to apply pressure to the trigger.

Emily walked down the hallway to her room, wincing with every step she took and willing her door to come to her. Something caught her eye, and she was glued to the spot as she watched William walk towards her, hands in his pockets. "Where have you been?" She asked coldly.

William raised his head. "Good night to you as well," He said sarcastically. "And my whereabouts are none of your concern." Having said that, he continued past her to his door.

Emily grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. "Fine. If you don't want to tell me where the hell you were today, at least promise you'll be here tomorrow." Oh Jesus help her she sounded so stupid.

William lifted a pale eyebrow despite himself. "Yes, I'll be there tomorrow."

"Good." Emily turned and continued limping to her room.

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Weeks went by, and William had yet to miss another day of training her which Emily was beyond grateful for. She had also noticed that she was growing stronger and stronger. It was after a training session, and actually a nice discussion with William that Emily went walking down the hallway to her room. Then she saw someone she didn't ever see. It was that Lycan woman again.

"If it isn't the human wench." She smirked. "How's the training going"

Emily frowned. "Excuse me?"

"The blood. You know tall, blond, cute as hell. Really too bad he's a blood, but I doubt that makes any difference to you. I'm sure you haven't hesitated to get to know him better." She laughed harshly. "Of course it is inevitable. I mean look at the hybrid we're taking orders from and the blood he's fucking." She shook her head. "Disgusting. And we have a human in our midst as well."

Emily's eyes narrowed, and she doubted she had felt hate like this before. The Lycan was just asking for it, and a flash of her eyes showed it. She was taunting Emily, edging her own, but Emily wasn't about to fight her. "It's even more disgusting that a Lycan has to taunt a human to make her feel better about herself."

The Lycan laughed again. "I don't need to feel better about myself. I just enjoy the pain and hate in your face."

"That's sick." Emily said plainly before opening the door to her room and stepping inside without another word.

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The next day Emily was practically vicious in training. Enough that William was quick to notice. He swiftly pinned her and asked, "What's going on with you today? You're not focused." Emily shrugged him off roughly and straightened her shirt.

"Just a stupid bitch," She mumbled.

"What?" He asked.

"I just . . ." She wasn't a tattle tell. She just wanted to get it out of her system. Where was Liv when you needed her? Up in Heaven hopefully. "There's this girl who keeps taking pleasure in torturing me." She shrugged like it was nothing and took her stance.

William, however, wasn't keen on fighting her. She was still agitated. "Really? Physically?" He asked, eyes scanning over her skin but not finding any cuts or bruises.

"No. She's just being a bitch." Emily sighed and stood up straight again. "I mean she even had the audacity to insult you, Michael, and Selene all in the same breath!" She shook her head. When he didn't say anything, she found herself filling in the space. "I mean . . . she was standing there accusing me of slutting around with you or something." She shook her head again.

He frowned a bit. "Is she telling others this?"

"I don't know." Emily looked at him helplessly. "I'm sorry William."

"No, it's no matter." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Take the rest of the day off. You're of no use when you won't focus."

"Well, thanks," Emily said sarcastically. She took her stance, however. "Let's try this one more time."

William looked reluctant but prepared himself as well. "Very well."

Emily made the first move and shot forward, but William was always faster and caught her hand before it made contact. He twisted it around behind her back and put his other arm around her to keep her from struggling and her arm from lashing out at him. They stayed like that as Emily tried to formulate a way to get out, but the pain shooting up her arm was making it hard to concentrate. She whimpered in pain low in her throat, but William's hearing picked it up. In a second, he let go of her arm and turned her around to him, holding her arms to her sides. She looked up at him, waiting for him to make the next move, but he did nothing. She noticed then the lack of space between them, and her heart picked up pace. She was sure he could hear it: it was pounding so loud.

In another second she wondered if he were going to kiss her, and despite herself, found she wouldn't mind that. In fact she was the one leaning into him. He let go of her and stepped back. "As I said, you're not focused." He turned and walked away.