Emelia Alternate Ending

"I had to wait for that guy David to finish helping me with that stupid assignment. I had no idea what Carlisle was asking for!" Emelie complained. Georgina laughed, brown ringlets bouncing.

When they got to her she looked even more beautiful, the three friends were afraid to speak, they didn’t know what to say.

Father’s eyes remained fixed on his daughter’s tear trails and bloody bubbling nose. His gaze grew pained and glassy. I know that man. He shook his head of grey hair and came to. The man crouched and calmly stroked Sybil’s brunette curls. How he missed her frizzy halo during dark dawns when she woke.

“It’s important for you to tell me if you know where she or the infant is, or if you know where they are going. Edward is prepared to lay waste to anything and anyone standing between him and his grandchild.”

“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Father.” a weary voice said as the door opened. He had thinning grey hair, a scruffy beard, and looked downright distraught.

When she wiped her tears with a dishrag from the sink, she realized she was alone. She thanked God that Stevie must have taken the younger children upstairs, it wouldn’t be fitting for them to witness her acting so distraught; totally unaware that two of them already had.

“Can’t worry about that now,” Grace replied. “We have to run before the cops get here. Come on!”

Edie felt strange claiming ownership over her new bedroom, but also felt uncomfortable spending time with her housemates – who she considered strangers, despite being people who behaved as though they knew her well. As a result, she had taken to spending hours upon hours wandering around London every day. Fortunately, such a busy area allowed for numerous new experiences to occupy her time; in many ways, she found it rather pleasant. However, considering she hadn’t travelled there of her own volition, and came from a different time period in addition to a different country, she was also feeling overwhelmed by it all.

“Let’s go. I can’t sit out here any longer.” Jane was already standing up, heading towards the house. I hoisted myself up, following her home.

“Oh gosh I didn’t realize how nervous I was going to get before tonight,” I told her while taking my script out of my bag. She laughed and scurried to the boys’ dressing room.

Erykah stared at the old cottage with a catatonic glaze in her eye from the backseat of a cab car. It’s been raining all morning and the usually sandy trail was now muddled and she was really dreading lugging her suitcase all the way to the house. This used to be her piece of paradise but she knew this summer it would definitely be more of a prison, a place shes been exiled to while the papers are finalized.

“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.

"Quickly get dressed, run to the basement and wait there with your brother. Your father and I shall be down there any moment. " Maria, her mother, shook her forcefully. Her voice filled with anxiety and fear. Her body tense with shock. Zofia

Perceval and Joan joined in then collapsed in laughter, too. Until carina began to cry. Joan drew Carina into a close hug, and

Melisande gave her such a wide smile that another wave of gratification spread through Morgana's chest. She straightened her shoulders and glanced at Merlin. He was looking at her with admiration and she hastily turned back to Melisande before he saw how pleased Morgana was by his appreciative gaze.