Destruction, Death, and Emily Macbeth

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Emily's small hand wrapped around Sam's big one, before tugging him to start running. Sam looked between her and the darkness, unsure of what to do. As the red eyes ran closer, Sam realized what was happening and began running, this time pulling Emily. Emily didn't understand what was happening. She was so confused and disoriented. First, someone appears in her dream and it turns out to be her tormentor's brother!

The rhythm of the dogs' paws on the ground halted. Only the echoes of Sam and Emily's feet could be heard. "I think we can stop. Those things are gone," Emily dug her feet into the ground and ripped her hand from Sam's grasp. Sam spun around to face her in confusion. "I want answers." She said.

Sam smiled and stepped towards her, only for her to step back. His smile faltered a bit, but he recovered. "I will try my best to give them to you."

She stared at him, studying the way he looked and his actions. "Who are you? How are you here?"

"I am Sam, Alastor's brother." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

Emily rolled her eyes, "Yes, I understand that. But what I don't understand is you are in my nightmare!"

"Nightmare? What nightmare?" Sam stepped forward again, but this time Emily did not step back. She held her chin up high and stood straighter, more confident.

"This," she gestured to the darkness around them, "is my nightmare. I've been having them since I was ten. I basically grew up with Alastor haunting me, but now you're here. I want to know how and why!"

Sam's golden hair fell in front of his eyes, which seemed to be dancing with electric sparks. "Well, unfortunately I can't answer that. I myself don't know." Emily glared at Sam. She couldn't help but have a strange feeling about him, but then again, who wouldn't. He had just appeared in the nightmare she's been having for years. Even Alastor seemed unnerved by his brother's presence.

"Wait! Alastor! You said Alastor!" Emily gasped in realization. "When I first met him, he said that his beauty wasn't real and that he had no name. But you look exactly like him, and you called him Alastor. That was the name I gave him. When I asked him to show his true form, he became this... decayed, razor-toothed, yellow eyed demon. Explain."

Sam's innocent smile became a smirk, which set Emily off a little. "That I can answer. You named him Alastor because that's what he wanted you to do. And as for the demon part, he can't become what he already was."

"What do you mean?"

Sam circled Emily like a shark. "Think about it Emily. What made you think of a name like Alastor? You couldn't of just come up with it. Alastor planted the name in your head. He followed your every move, whispering it in your ear until your subconscious had it memorized. As for the monster you described, he showed you his soul. I have not the slightest clue as to why he did that, but that's besides the point. The beautiful Alastor, is the real Alastor. He's a demon, Emily. He's not someone to hang around, not someone to be trusted. He's known as the tormenting demon, or the executioner. Stay away from him."

Emily stood her ground and looked into Sam's eyes, "Then who are you?"

Sam stopped circling her and stood right in front of her. "Emily, you can trust me. I'm not like my brother." Emily was conflicted. How was she supposed to trust him? She just met him.

The words just kept going through her head, not like his brother. "I don't know. I-"

Emily abruptly woke up from her nightmare, as always. She wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead and slowly crawled off her bed. Her cat, Buddy, stretched his grey paws and clawed at the carpet. "I don't know what to do anymore, Buddy. There's a new guy in my nightmare." Buddy meowed and weaved in between her legs as she walked.

There was a knock at the door, making Emily gasp. Her head whipped over to the oven's clock. It's only 6:07 am, who could that possibly be? She thought. Who ever it was, they were persistent with their consistent knocking. Emily trudged her way to the front door and undid all chains and locks. Without looking to see who it was, she opened the door only to be shoved inside and have the door slammed shut.

"I'm probably causing a lot of problems right now. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm breaking so many rules right now, but then again..." Emily's eyes widened when she saw Alastor point to himself, "Demon's don't follow rules, do they?"

Emily hyperventilated and tried to back away from the smirking man in front of her. How did Alastor get out of her dream? Why was he at her apartment and how did he know where she lived? "How are you..."

Alastor's electric blue eyes twinkled. "So many questions, so little time. Right now, we have bigger problems on our hands. Problems being Samael." Samael? Does he mean Sam? Emily thought. "We need to find out why he's here and targeting you. Also, how he got into your dreams."

Emily tried to blink away the confusion. "Targeting me? What are you talking about?"

Alastor's face contorted with anger."Listen, Sam is trying to turn you against me-"

"I already was against you." She snorted. He glared at her and rolled his eyes.

"Like I was saying, he told you that I'm a monster; a demon that torments for his own amusement." Winking, he continued, "Well, he's right." Emily scrunched her face up. She didn't think it was something anyone should be proud of, yet here he was glowing with pride. He was a demon after all...

Alastor's voice snapped Emily from her thoughts. "Emily, you won't trust him. You can't and you won't."

"You can't tell me what I can and can't do!" She huffed, pointed a finger at Alastor. He has absolutely no right! Who does he think he is? She thought.

"I can and I will. Do not trust my good for nothing brother!" The tension in the room rose. Although Emily wasn't paying enough attention to see them, bolts of electricity were coming from Alastor's hands in anger. It looked as if a lightning storm was taking place in his eyes as they became a dark, cloudy, blue.

"You mean like how I should trust you?" Emily stood her ground, crossing her arms for effect. Alastor froze and his eyes slowly became their normal bright color.

She had a point. She shouldn't trust Alastor, and she didn't... not completely. But she really shouldn't trust Samael. Alastor may seem bad by the tricks and games he plays in the nightmares, but Sam was worse; WAY worse. In all honesty, Alastor wanted just someone to confide in and for some reason he was drawn to Emily.

"No. You shouldn't really trust me. But you should trust me on this: Samael is worse than me. I may be the Tormenter, but he is the Destroyer. Have you ever heard of the Grim Reaper?" Emily nodded.

"Well, now you know him!" While Alastor just smirked, Emily's eyes widened and she began to breathe heavy.

Alastor rolled his eyes and mentally counted down from five. Right when he hit 1, Emily stopped hyperventilating and fainted. Alastor looked down at the cat that was playing with his shoelace. "Okay then, it's just you and me."