Fanfiction Revenge- Final Copy

 Cold. A feeling Emily Thorne was all too familiar with. As she lay on her couch, she could see the moons reflection on the back wall, her breathing becoming more and more heavy as the cold air brushed through the curtains and stroked gently up her arms. Her quest for revenge left her with no fear of living on her own, and being alone drove her vengeance for her father’s death even more.

She got up and bent down to the floorboard, the plank of wood squeaking open as Emily pushed hard on it. She decided to remind herself of why she was back in her old home. She picked up the box of secrets her father left her; it’s contents were the stories that had paved her road to revenge. One by one she brought out the photos, ornaments, and jewelry and letters her father had left for her. Her families secrets exposed on the coffee table as she planned her next attack.

It was late, the time on the lounge clock ticking slowly to 11 o’clock; Emily lay back on the couch hoping that Daniel would appear at the front door. As she slipped slowly into the couch and relaxed, the silence of her house brought her peace as her eyes slowly closed, she drifted into a deep sleep.

Her heart skipped a beat; Emily was awoken by the sound of a gruff male voice penetrating her ears.

The sound of sirens whirled around her like a tornado of chaos, and at that moment Emily was scared. She had lost control of the situation; her fear was the only emotion that she had tried to avoid at all costs because she knew that her fear would have exposed her and that everything she had actioned would be for nothing. The noise around her became louder as she tried to resist the strain the police officer was holding on her, and at that moment above all the chaos she heard the echo of a voice. A voice that was familiar, the reason why her hatred existed and why she had become determined to destroy many lives.   

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know? Victoria asked

“How foolish of you Emily! Or should I say Amanda? You’re going right where your father went” Victoria’s cold voice rang in Emily’s ears.

Emily froze as time stood still. Her body struggling, pushing, shoving, and trying to escape the grasp of the FBI agents; their arms firmly locked around all parts of her body making it impossible for her to escape .Her body struggled as she became mentally obsolete. Her thoughts had become a blur in her mind as Emily looked Victoria. Her eyes piercing with anger, and the revenge that was burning inside her, all she thought about was hoe she could ultimately bring Victoria down.

Emily’s body was shoved into the back of the police car. Her arms handcuffed behind her back. The feeling of fear had enclosed her; the feeling of the unknown was the worst Emily could feel. She stared out into the night sky; the stars following as the car steadily drove toward the police station. The journey took all of twenty minutes but time felt like it had stood still.

Upon arrival at the Hamptons police station, Victoria instructed the policeman to leave Emily in the car while she stood at the entrance of the station signaling the driver to come out.

“She's Amanda Clarke and while I believe she knows everything about me, there is something she doesn’t know, she will use it against me, something Conrad doesn’t know and if Emily were to find out it WILL destroy me!”

Emily could see the look on Victoria’s face. It brought her comfort knowing that it wasn’t over. Even the slightest disadvantage meant that there was still an opportunity to prove her fathers innocence.

The moonlight reflected off the glass of the police car, the wait gave Emily the opportunity to gather herself. She wiped the tears from her eyes, tears she didn’t know she had shed. She pulled herself together, the smirk forming upon her face. Perception was everything to Emily and she knew that if everything looked fine on the outside she could regain control of the situation.

“Out, and walk this way!” the police officer commanded.

Her arms grabbed from behind as she was escorted into the police station. The humming of the bright fluorescent light were all she could hear as she was guided down a long corridor.

“The room at the end, that’s where she wants her” the voice groaned.

Emily could not hear anymore. She had closed off any voice apart from her own. She knew what was in the room before she got there. She knew what was happening and she knew what she was going to say.


Nothing.

“Sit Amanda” Victoria instructed.

“Will there be any else Mrs. Grayson? Would you like us to wait?” The detective asked

“No, I will be fine, I can handle it from here” Victoria answered

Emily sat upright, her body calm as she sat with silence. She could sense that even though Victoria knew everything about her, there was something she wasn’t telling her. Something Emily knew would give her the advantage to use against Victoria.

Victoria circled around Emily, the sound of her breath giving way to the air.

“I am not the fool you take me for Amanda… A fool for once falling in love with your father, but that was the past, a past I am not willing to relive at any cost! I don’t expect you to say anything but I know that anything you do or say will not hold any ground with anyone, especially Daniel”

Victoria’s voice echoed through Emily’s mind as Emily tried to remember everything that had happened in the last two months. Everything she had done to bring the Grayson’s down. Everything she knew she could use for revenge against Victoria.

Nothing.

Was this the end?

Emily glared at Victoria. Her thoughts racing through her head. She wanted to scream, yell in fact but she knew at her most vulnerable of times it was best not to say anything. The temptation grew as Victoria's voice continued to drill through Emily’s mind.

“Now the whole world will know about you Amanda, your father was a fraud and like him you will be destroyed. Like father like daughter.

Emily burst out in rage and stood up to Victoria, their eyes met with rage as she screamed

“You know nothing Victoria! I will destroy you, all of you, and you will be nothing! The Grayson name will fall just like my father did!”

“Emily! Emily! Wake up,” screamed a familiar voice.

It was Daniel. His face looked upon in horror as he sat on the couch next to Emily.

“What are you doing here? Wait How did you get in?” Emily asked.

“The back door, Are you ok? You were screaming I will destroy you Victoria”.

Daniel answered as he picked up a photo that was lying on the coffee table.

“This is the man my mother was fighting about with my father, they fought about him all the time when I was a kid, and this is David Clarke”

“Who is the little girl in the photo with him?” he asked

Emily froze. Nothing.