My Boy Builds Coffins [Emmy]

[Emeric Peirce]

I wish to remain nameless
And live without shame
'Cause what's in a name, oh
I still remain the same



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Emeric really didn't care for going to school. It was something he used to love, but lately it was becoming a chore. He wondered if it was because there was so much going on in the town that it tended to distract him. He had heard the rest of his court talking all the time about the supernatural balance being disturbed.

He was actually quite tired, as he had stayed up late due to a meeting with them. He had really just listened, as they tried to figure out what to do. He had volunteered to try and motivate the Hale pack into acting more. Of course, he was warned to tread carefully, like he could forget. He was sure Derek Hale already wanted to rip the wings off his back.

But perhaps he could go through his pack this time around. He had already attempted to plant seeds of action into Derek's head. Today, he would pick the first pack member that he could land his sights on. He was trying to figure out exactly what he would say to them, both to ensure they wouldn't pound his face in and that they wouldn't just ignore him.

He sighed as he reached his locker. He frowned when he saw that someone had spray painted his locker... again. He could feel the anger start to rise. He didn't get why humans just couldn't leave him alone. He tended to leave them alone, and they were lucky for that!

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NOTES: For Emmett
MUSIC: "Remain Nameless" - Florence + The Machines

[Emmett Wolff]

my boy builds coffins

323 - Emeric Peirce - BLACK WIFE BEATER AND SWEATPANTS

Emmett was quite excited to go to the gym with some of his pals. He loved boxing, loved the feeling of beating the crap out of things and getting all of that aggression out that most people seemed to hold inside for far too long. Emmett did tend to hold a lot of anger inside, mostly because of the fact that he had to hide part of himself from the rest of the world. When he punched the punching bag, or another guy, it was a way of releasing all of the hurt that he felt. See, Emmett was gay, but afraid to tell anyone. He hid it by dating the prettiest girls at school, even sleeping with a few of them. However, he always felt empty after this, as if the relationships were never what he wanted or needed. His friends weren't even aware of this. He was very good at hiding his sexuality, though it took a lot of control, especially during sports events and showers afterwards. Because he was able to control himself, Emmett felt like he had a lot of friends. He got on well with the rest of the jocks at the school, and as he made his way to the gym, one or two of them were with him. He was walking along happily, laughing and joking with his buddies, until he saw a spray painted locker. His laugh grew louder in volume as he stopped and pointed at the vandalism, thumping his friend on the shoulder to get him to look as well. "Damn, they got him good," he commented, shaking his head. On the locker was something that was definitely not school appropriate. Emmett found it hilarious, and laughed again, a smirk on his face. "Serves him right," he said with a smile. He didn't really know whose locker it was, but he found the whole thing quite amusing. "Wish I had thought of that."

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[Emeric Peirce]

I wish to remain nameless
And live without shame
'Cause what's in a name, oh
I still remain the same



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Emeric wanted to curse the person who dared to touch his locker. Bad morning was already made worse. There wasn't anyone there that could even keep him in check. He just balled his fist up as he stared at the locker, green eyes threatening to glow.

Things were simply made worse when words caught his attention. He could hear whispers and people's pity. He tended to leave a lot of people alone or be nice to others. But there were just people who apparently couldn't stand him. Well, they were just proving the entire thought he was raised on: humans are insufferable diseases that shouldn't be protected.

"You think this is funny?!" Emeric shouted as he turned around to face the boy who said it served him right. He narrowed his eyes, absolutely mad.

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NOTES: None
MUSIC: None

[Emmett Wolff]

my boy builds coffins

203 - Emeric Peirce - BLACK WIFE BEATER AND SWEATPANTS

Emmett saw the boy standing next to the locker that had been vandalized, not really caring one way or the other about him. He didn't know him, nor did he feel like getting to know him at all. All he did know is that it was quite funny to see his locker vandalized like it was. Emmett was a bit of a jerk that way, and always found things like that funny... as long as they didn't happen to him, of course. It was nothing personal, his laughter and taunting, but apparently it had struck a nerve in the boy. Emmett didn't care. In fact, he found the idea of someone being mad at him appealing. It could always give him yet another reason to beat the crap out of someone. He loved to fight, loved the thrill of it, but he also secretly enjoyed the pain, not that he would ever tell anyone that. He looked the boy in the eyes, his own eyes showing that he was taking this as a challenge. "Yeah, so what if I do?" he answered. If the boy was going to get mad, Emmett was going to make it worse, something he was good at doing.

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[Emeric Peirce]

I wish to remain nameless
And live without shame
'Cause what's in a name, oh
I still remain the same



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Emeric had never actually hated humans before. Sure, they drove him insane. But this was an actual hatred that was dangerous. He wanted the person who ruined his locker to pay. And he would ensure they did, even if it meant tearing apart the entire school to find the culprit.

But every single laughter and remark didn't help anyone's case about them not being the one to ruin his locker. Fingers curled in, balling his hands into fists. "It's not funny," Emeric spoke clearly. It was not funny. His mind was screaming to just curse them all. To make the school as miserable as he currently felt.

"What if it was your locker, huh? Wouldn't be laughing then, now would you." The Fae took a couple steps closer towards the other as he said every word. "Would you." He doubted the other would laugh. Humans were inconsiderate.

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NOTES: None
MUSIC: "Faithfully" - Glee Cast

[Emmett Wolff]

my boy builds coffins

281 - Emeric Peirce - BLACK WIFE BEATER AND SWEATPANTS

Fighting the urge to flat out laugh in the other boy's face, Emmett watched as he got more and more angry. He could tell by the way that the other was balling his hands into fists that he was possibly preparing for a fight, which made Emmett grin. He loved the idea of fights, loved the physical show of dominance that could be shown between two bodies beating the crap out of each other. He loved the pain, loved everything about the act, and he was starting to feel that familiar excitement welling up in his system at the thrill of the fight. No, he hadn't been the one to damage the other boy's locker, but that didn't mean he was going to be kind about it. Emmett just didn't care enough about the kid to keep himself from laughing. "I think it's funny, so it must be funny," he responded with a smirk and a shrug. He wasn't really scared by the kid at all and only rolled his eyes at how worked up he was getting. It was just a simple case of spray painting. Wouldn't take that long to fix... right? As the other boy stepped closer to him, Emmett looked him directly in the eyes, staring him down. He was not frightened of him at all. In fact, Emmett took a few steps towards the boy, continuing to stare him down, a cocky grin on his face. "Well it isn't my locker, now is it? Besides, people actually like me, so why would they vandalize my locker when they could vandalize the lockers of insignificant people like you?" he punctuated each of the last words for emphasis.

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[Emeric Peirce]

I wish to remain nameless
And live without shame
'Cause what's in a name, oh
I still remain the same



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Pitiful humans. He could understand why his original court disliked them. He could understand why they weren't so helpful when the humans needed aid. It made him want to question, once more, why he decided he would rather help them. Especially when he found himself on the receiving end of bullying.

Holding down anger, Emeric wanted nothing more than to curse the entire school. If he couldn't figure out who was the one to blame, then he had only every right to ensure no one dared to do it again. With the words that came out of the human's mouth, the fae grew one step closer towards wanting to do that. To set Emmett as the example.

He wouldn't back down. Not now. He wasn't intimidated by the human. Honestly, the other's cocky grin made Em's anger and hatred grow. He stepped closer, trying to keep his eyes from shifting to green out of anger. "I could ensure they hated you. That they would vandalize your locker, slam you into them, lock you in them. Make you hate yourself for laughing at someone else's misfortune. Would you even apologise to me then?" He doubted it. Humans were often pathetic.

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NOTES: None
MUSIC: None