another name on a headstone
#notcanon I just really wanted to write this
short bc I ran out of ideas
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Emilia trusted Lucie to be alone when she came home from school and when she was at work. They did it like this for a couple years. It worked just fine, nothing bad happened. Though, both girls knew to be on the lookout. They knew that at any moment, somebody could come for Lucie. Somebody could kill Lucie.
But as Emilia pulled into the driveway of her home, things seemed normal. The lights were off in the house, so she just assumed that maybe Lucie had fallen asleep or maybe she just had the lights off for the sake of having the lights off. She'd once described herself to Emilia as something called a nyctophile, which, according to pinterest where Lucie had first found the word, meant someone who found comfort and/or relaxation in darkness.
As she opened the door, immediately things seemed off. Very off. For starters, a few family portraits had fallen off the wall, the glass covering them shattered. One of Emilia and her older brother when she was eleven when their family went to New York. Another of her, another older brother and a younger sister at a lake when Emilia was fifteen. One of her and Lucie in Washington D.C. in one of the Smithsonian museums.
"Lucie?" She called. Walking down the hall into the kitchen, she noticed a chair had been flipped over and a few shards of plate was on the ground. There had been some sort of struggle. She rounded the corner and saw it right there, right in front of her. Lucie Maria David, throat slit clean across. Fresh blood was still pouring out the wound.
"Lucie!" She screamed her name and got down on the ground, applying pressure to the wound. It didn't do jack shit.
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A few weeks later, Lucie was buried in the same cemetery as Jason Anson. The Blackwood family had come, as they'd found out she was connected to Tamara Lincoln. Samantha Anson stared down at the grave. It had happened all over again.
And Emilia Flores, she'd failed. She'd promised to herself that she wouldn't Lucie David become another name on a headstone and that's exactly what fucking happened.
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