give me something to fight

emmett stood straight and smiled at the sight of his fellow hunter. “ hey. ” he replied. he looked down at the cigarette in his hand and raised it up swinging it between his fingers. “ thanks mom. ” he replied, teasing. figuring the other hunter wouldn’t want someone smoking in front of him, he put the smoke behind his ear for safe keeping. “ it’s not one of my best qualities but hey, at least i got a lot of good ones to make up for it. ” joking and being cocky were two other bad qualities of his. “ what were you heading out to do? ”

emmett stared at the male that stood a few feet away and nodded, unsure. “ sure. ” he replied, awkward with the other’s response. he wasn’t expecting for the warlock to run away scared or anything. but hostility usually came with the job description, whether it was him or the creature he was hunting. but this guy seemed almost oblivious to why emmett was questioning him. it came off as naive, since he didn’t seem aware of the power he had. sure, he was knowledgeable in the idea of magic and even used it. but he hadn’t even thought of ways he could use it to his advantage which a lot of warlocks emmett has come across often do. they get power hungry and abuse whatever abilities they have. “ because some other people like you, do. ” he responded. 

he raised an eyebrow before settling with a shrug. sure, he was curious but to have the woman snap at him made it clear she had no intention of telling him her entire story. he couldn’t blame her, nor did he want to. it wasn’t what was on her MIND that interested him. “ we’ve all been there before. ” emmett replied, the smoke leaving his lips as he spoke. “ need one? ” he asked, offering a cigarette. it always came in handy when he was stressed.

emmett let out a grin of his own as he glanced to the ground. her cockiness would be the end of her. but he could say that about most monsters of the night. “ feisty. ” he commented as his eyes fell upon hers once again. “ i think you know exactly who i am, and it’s about time you cut this whole, ‘ imma do what i want cause i’m a bitch ’ routine, short. ” em replied. he really didn’t like these types of vampires, and it’d be his pleasure to shut that pretty little mouth of hers up.

he grinned and walked closer, seeing the male physically relax rather than marching over and punching him square in the face. he was sure that’s what would’ve happened if they didn’t know one another. or if he wasn’t currently getting cozy with emmett’s sister. “ lemme guess, i should see the other guy? ” he asked, rhetorically. he’s seen what aaron could do and what he could take, so he was pretty sure aaron’s brother had a bit of bruises and cuts too. “ yeah, can’t say you’re really related if you haven’t gotten into it once or twice. ” emmett could conjure up many memories in which his sister’s would give him the occasional punch. especially when they had to train during their younger years.

he laughed lightly at her response. their relationship was unlike anything he had with a girl. they never went down the romantic road and that was what was different. then there was their banter and personalities which went along well with on another. they almost didn’t need to know anything more about each other, than how they like to laugh and drink. “ inviting me to your place already? ” he raised a brow and grinned. “ as long as there is booze, i’ll follow you anywhere. ”

emmett’s ears perked when a smash erupted a few feet away, taking a glimpse of the mess, he straightened up. FUCK. he hadn’t a clue what to do in this situation, so he just resorted to staring at the broken pot and scattered soil of the rare plant. his thoughts went to him probably having to pay for it, and that didn’t please him. however; the ruined flower and it’s home suddenly began to magically piece itself back together. he almost rolled his eyes. another one? it’s like this place was littered with them, to which he and his family were the only normal people here. “ unfortunately, i did. but don’t sweat it, as long as you’re not using it to hurt anybody. i’ll forget it ever happened. ” he explained, figuring the warlock would rightfully assume he’s a hunter and that he should do his damn best to convince him not to hunt him down.

emmett straightened up and saw the STRIKING brunette. he looked her over as she had her back to him and was quite impressed by what he saw. but eventually fighting his downstairs brain, he removed his gaze and met with her eyes finally. she seemed distressed and he was curious. anyone who was in that state was either in trouble or asking for it. dampening his lips with his tongue, he shook his head slightly. “ i guess we’re both sorry. are you alright? ” he asked, putting away the cigarette and pulling out another one. he’d save the other for later when he wasn’t in front of a gorgeous woman. “ you seem rattled. ” he finished, explaining his nosiness while looking down, lighting his smoke. inhaling the nicotine, he subtly looked behind her for any suspicious people but was met with ( empty streets. )

emmett stood straight and met eyes with his good friend. “ smokey? is that my newest nickname? ” he asked, teasing the quirk they share. he reminisced in the time they shared together and grinned at the mayhem they caused for a brief moment back when. emmett chuckled. “ buy me a drink first why don’t you? ” he joked, dodging the question.

emmett continued to grin as he kept up his laid back composure. he knew rick was his father but it never felt as if he were his son. it always seemed as if he stood in front of his drill sergeant. always speaking loud, swearing every chance he got and never letting up on the fact that his dick was always the biggest in the room. emmett nearly snarled as the older man stated that he could come along, as if he needed the permission. it’s a supernatural haven. there’s plenty of fucking monsters to go around. but never the less, emmett bit his tongue and nodded along. “ well, fuck. it’s the only life i know. ” which was true, he never once tried to assimilate himself into a natural, simple life. he was raised to believe, if he didn’t live up to the family name, his existence would be meaningless and he didn’t want that. he didn’t want to be another statistic, another number. he wanted his life to matter, even when it didn’t to own father. “ you’ll have to fight me for it. ” he smirked, playing along. despite their dysfunctional relationship, he joked with him often. sometimes becoming someone else entirely, if only to accommodate the other’s dark and crude humor. but it beat anything else.

emmett heard the familiar voice ring out as he slipped his digits under the package of cigarettes, gathering MUD in between his fingernails. his eyes landed on a pair of ( porcelain ) feet in high heels right beside his hand. his attention didn’t stray long as he began to trail up. tracing every shadow on her long, smooth legs along the way. his deep brown iris’ subtly passed over her SLIM thighs, and the hem of her dress. to slowly look over her stomach and cleavage. he would’ve been impressed and flirted with her. if only, he hadn’t met her a night prior and found out what she truly was. he stood straight, throwing the package aside, no longer caring about his disgusting habit. instinctively, he reached out and wrapped a hand around her neck. with one swift maneuver, he pinned her against the COLD brick wall. one hand ( gripped ) her throat as the other steadied his balance against the building. “ give me one good reason, i shouldn’t kill you right here. right now. ” he growled. his act was impressive but her presence was overbearingly addictive, which faulted his usually perfect performance. her scent wafted through his nostrils and he had flashbacks to their last encounter. one night of passion, and he woke up alone, feeling weak. that was the moment he knew a succubis had just fed on his soul. it would have never gotten that far if he hadn’t been drinking the entire day. even so, no one could be any more furious with him than he was at himself right now. damn her and her alluring, seductive nature. if he had to be honest, it was the only thing keeping her alive. he hadn’t a clue if it was intentional or not. but if he had to get rid of her he wasn’t sure if he could. not right now at least. not when her lips were SO CLOSE.