An Effrouns Fanfiction: A Bright Death

An Effrouns Fanfiction:
A Bright Death
Do you know how a bubble feels? A float feeling takes form and warm air makes the insides tickle. Your laugher becomes feathers descending on the wind onto someone’s head.  That was what death felt like to Emily. Emily was dead.  Dying wasn’t as scary as if had first seemed to her lying on the hospital bed with Arsenic holding her close. It was akin to sleeping except the darkness around you had substance.
Emily’s body rock gently with the crashing waves surrounding her. She knew it was dark without having to open her eyes. She sensed everything moving in the void.  The ripples licking at her pale arms and the rushing of a waterfall somewhere near her head.  A smile graces her lips as peace consumes her chest in a tight heat.
“If only Arsenic could feel this.”
Emily whispers allowing her eyes to flutter at his name escaping from her lips. The peace she felt shatter as the realization of her broken promise resurfaced in her conscious.
“Sorry,” she whispers softly, “I couldn’t stay.”
A single tear leaks past her defenses, slipping down her cheek and splashes into the water. An all too familiar voice rises from the water shocking every fiber of Emily's body. She snaps her eye open to take in the void surrounding her. Above her Emily notices long square white boxes floating.  One box blinks out when his voice rises a bit louder.
“Emily!”
Arsenic shouts his face etched onto the screen. He is the picture of pain, with hollow lifeless eyes and contorted face the image of horror. Emily gasped causing the image to fade away to a white box. Before another sound could escape her lips another box filled with an image of Lillie holding a beautiful baby girl in her arms. Tears leak past Emily’ defense as she watches Lillie place a kiss on her soft brown hair head.
“My sweet Samara,”
Lillie cooed kissing her daughter’s cheek. The sweet babe babbled sweet words in her own language to her mother.  Emily grinned watching the touching scene infect her heart with pure bliss. Lillie smiled down at the wonder she and Arsenic had created together.
“You would have loved you’re Aunt Emily. She was a fierce, loving, beautiful, and much wiser than your father despite whatever he says.”
Lillie scoffed the last part out making a funny face at her daughter making her the little babe giggles in glee.  Lillie’s face somber as she watched her daughter extend her arms up towards her mother’s long amber hair. Emily noticed Lillie’s face had changed from the innocent wide eyed girl she knew. Now she was looking at a knowledgeable, strong willed woman. It seemed that cruelty had touch upon her heart aging her face. It made her tougher and colder to the world that was growing up around her.  
“Emily would have loved you.”
Lillie confirmed her brown eyes welling with tears. Raising her daughter in her arms, Lillie gently touched her forehead to Samara’s.  Her smile lit up her face brings back out that innocent and hopeful girl, Emily and Arsenic both loved. Emily laughed along with the image as it dissolved back into the darkness.
“I want Jessica to head the next group being sent out. Also for the healing tent it’s best to keep Ethan there, for he’s the fastest at healing the most life threatening of wounds.”
Aedan’s commanding voice washed over Emily sending shivers rack her body. It’s shocking how much Adean had changed from the wide eyed fool she had grown fond of. His face was more muscular with a long scar across his right cheek. He looked sternly at some men and women Emily didn’t recognize. It was his eyes however that scared Emily the most. His eyes that once shine with mirth, faith, and ever warm kindness now only held contempt, coldness, and pain.
“Aedan?”
Emily questions for her eyes can’t believe the man appearing before him could be that same child she trained. With a wave of his hand he dismissed everyone from the room. Once gone he paced over to a simple oak desk.  From underneath a secret department under the left drawer he pulled out a sliver frame. Inside was a picture of Emily with her long blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. Her sapphire blue eyes were flirting with the camera and her pink lips quirk upwards in a smirk. A painful smile filled Adean’s face as he caressed a finger over the glass that contained a rare picture of the girl he loved.
“I...”
His voice cracked as he sat down heavily in his leather chair. He licked his lips trying to find his voice while staring at the girl freeze framed in time.
“I got stronger since we last saw each other,”
He informed letting out a deep breath he had been holding.
“You never thought despite all the training and whooping my ass I could. I did though… I did….”
Tears leaked past his eyes dripping droplets onto the glass of the frame.
“I wasn’t strong enough to protect you Emily, but I promise I’ll protect this sector.”
Aedan roared hastily wiping at his eyes all the while cursing his weakness at crying. With gentleness he kissed the picture once before settling it back in place.
“I might die Emily. If I do, do you think I can be by your side?”
He pondered looking towards the door that held his fate past its metal surface. Emily could smell blood and death permeating from outside the room. She gagged as rotten flesh made her stomach churn in discomfort. Aedan sighed heavily placing his hand on the gun on his hip. Emily felt rage boil inside her skin. She wanted to scream at Aedan for being so stupid to change so drastically on her. She wanted to tell him he was being a bigger fool for acting just like Arsenic by blaming himself for another’s death. Emily knew it was her fault, but she didn’t regret her decision. She had to protect Lillie and get her back to her rightful home. Emily knew that if she died then it would never be in vain.
“Now Arsenic has Samara and Lillie in his life, so my death was worth it.”
Emily noted to the fading figure that was Aedan as he opened the door to a hell Emily could sense crawling over her skin.
Emily tilted her head back her body feeling restless.
“Someone want to tell me what the fuck is happening!”
She yelled but her voice only echoed back informing her that once again she was utterly alone.
“This isn’t fair!” Emily shouted louder this time kicking at the water and watching black water droplets form into the dark air around her. She growled in frustration as she continued to watch whatever sick being wanted her to watch. She had been at peace with her death.
‘Hell’
Emily thought letting her legs stop their violent thrusts.  The tips of her toes soon found solid sand underneath her.
‘I accept my fate and I still get shit thrown at me.’
Emily had enjoyed watching Lillie and Samara, but looking at her boys in pain because of her wasn’t what she wanted.  Slowly Emily used the new footing to lift herself out of the water. She could feel the water sinking away to mold with the sand underneath the soles of her feet.  The sand like everything else was black, but the texture felt like grains of rice slipping past the cracks of her toes.  Emily couldn’t help but smile as the feeling brought back her memory of the sea. The next floating white box flickered to show the dark crashing waves of the sea. The moon was full in the sky illuminating each wave with sliver lining as it swayed toward the shore to Arsenic. His fancy white shirt was rumpled, his black suit pants were rolled back to keep dry. Her proper Victorian man had changed to a messy child within moments of spotting the sea. He grinned holding out a hand towards Emily.
“Come on,”
He motioned towards the overpowering sea. He grinned wider as he grabbed the box and ran with it toward the terrifying sea Emily had never seen before. She smiled as Arsenic laugher wrapped around her like a pair of warm arms. His laugher faded away as the image blinked to white once more.
“I get the whole showing me my memories since it’s theorized that when dying life flashes before your ends,”
Emily throws her hands in the air snapping her finger open then close to emphasize her point.
“But why now? Why show me the past?”
She questions wrapping her arms around herself as she paces across the sand. The boxes hover nearby.
“Most happen after my death?  What is the reasoning for that?”
She hisses sending her coldest glare to one of the boxes on standby.  Emily counted that since she had been watching the boxes had slowly decreased to only three left hovering about her like flies.  Huffing Emily plopped onto the sand to wait for the last three images to appear. Whatever was going on Emily assumed it would be over as soon as these last boxes showed what they wanted.
All three boxes flowed with colors. Emily thought being dead allowed her to see all three images at the same time. In the first box was Emily the human. Her blonde hair being ripped from her bun as the vile creature named Lorcan ripped her throat apart with his glistening white fangs. Her blood spilled onto her white dress. It was symbolic in a way to Emily as she watched. The blood desecrating the white was much like him spoiling the innocent girl she was. It flashed over to Emily the vampire standing above her first human victim. The fear in the wide eyes as she looked down at her petite pale hands covered in blood. Emily screams shattering the box into sharp shards that cut into Emily’s skin. She didn’t scream out, but accepted the pain. Emily was a different woman from the one that she was shown. She had grown up realizing that you can’t always be protected. She also realized that sometimes you need to kill others in order to thrive, to live the life you want. The next is of Aedan and she knows it was when he was human. He face is thin, his eyes hollow with starvation.  His hair is powdered in dirt and pieces of garbage from wherever he slept last. Long thin hands wrap around his neck, but he doesn’t seem to care he is about to die. He opens his eyes causing the hands to sink back into darkness.  His face is fuller; his eyes hold a light he never had when alive.  He laughs wiping away the blood tickling down his chin. The image dissolves into sand at Emily’s feet. The last one flickers to show Arsenic with longer hair fighting vainly in a battle he was never prepared for. His blue coat is stained with the blood of his friends and his enemies. He was too young for war, but still he drove his way to the frontlines. A gunshot changes the scene and Emily sees Arsenic fighting the Father of the Sector. Cold fear settles in Emily’s chest as she watches Arsenic fight vainly once more. Emily leaps forward toward Arsenic as he falls to the ground his heartbeat ringing in her ears.
‘I need to help him!’
Emily screams as her fingers connect to the image causing white light to filter into her world. It blinds her for a moment, but the light is warm. It wraps her in its strength allowing her eyes to adjust to the new settings. Before her lays Arsenic on his last breath and Emily knows what she must do.

She hovers with Arsenic as Samara takes her first steps from Lillie towards Arsenic. His fearful face each time Samara titters toward the floor is comical. The mighty and deadly hunter Arsenic turned to a sack of mush over a little girl. Emily’s gaze flatters as she looks back to Aedan who watches from a corner of the room. She frowns floating over to Aedan.
“Lighten up Mr. moody. You were strong enough for us.”
She kisses his cheek and watches that light grow back in Aedan’s eyes. Emily smiles as peace fills her chest once more. She would rather have this peaceful life being with them, then watching from afar in a void world where there love can’t reach her. Death had finally brought Emily back home.