Authors Notes: Yes I know Lana probably doesnt have a sister but just work with me here ok?
Delilah...well...her purpose is hard to explain but trust me, its all clear in the ending. If I get
enough people who want me to continue I will...if not...I guess you'll never know... oh well just
read and review. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Delilah and its probably better that
way because if I did...Smallville would be too much for even the WB to handle!
Ch.1
Delilah Lang stared into the mirror.
She was gorgeous, that much was true.
Her semi long auburn hair was lighter than her sisters. It was straight and smooth. Her
hair had once been wavy and short but Nell had convinced her to grow it out and relax it.
Not that she had been unhappy with her previous hair, but her aunt had this disturbing,
subconscious wish for her to be just like....
"Lana!!", Delilah screeched as her sibling almost crushed her opening the door.
"Sorry," her perfect sister was always polite, "Nell wants you downstairs. Your
agents here to see you."
Delilah sighed. Nell had always pushed her towards a modeling career. Delilah
hated it, the flashing lights, the people bossing her around, telling her what to do. She
didnt want to be a model. She wanted to....well, she didnt know what she wanted but she
knew it didnt involve too much makeup and tofu. She threw on a pink sweater and started
down the stairs. She hated pink. No, hate was too nice a word. She loathed it with a
passion but when she argued Nell only told her to hush up and behave. That it wasnt her
decision so she was to do and act just as Nell told her.
Delilah entered the living room, eyeing her aunt as she nervously tucked a piece of
hair behind her ear.
"Hun, come sit," Nell had on the fakest smile Delilah had ever seen, "I have some
wonderful news for you, dear..."
Lana looked over. The last time Nell had said that, Delilah had been pulled out of
Smallville High in the middle of freshman year and placed in St. Christopher's
Preporatory Academy. Not that it mattered. Even being as well known as she was didnt mean
that people liked the real her. They were only her friend for personal gain. Same went for
guys. There was no doubt Delilah was attractive. There wasnt a boy in the ninth grade
who didnt want to get into her pants but maybe that was exactly it!
Whenever anyone saw her they saw "Little Miss Popular Delilah Lang". The only time it
was different was when popular was switched with perfect. No one ever saw her for
herself without the jealous adjectives attached.
She groaned and sat down. Nell and her agent were gabbing away about some new
photoshoot which was "absolutely fabulous!" Everything was so god damned fabulous.
Delilah blocked them out. She had gotten good at that.
She had argued in the beginning but what was the point?
Nell was manipulative. Her aunt had perfected the art of guilt and as a result
Delilah had been forced into numerous surgeries to fix or remove any slight
imperfections. She ran a hand over her perfect skin. It was all fake.
Lana coughed. Delilah knew Nell had put Lana through the same horrible
childhood as she. Soon after their parents were killed by the meteor shower, Nell began to
lose money from her flower shop. It was then that she had the idea of using Lana to make
money. It was awful. Delilah grinned remembering the day, four years ago, that Lana had
finally stood up to her aunt. And so, Lana and Nell didnt talk. In fact, Lana didnt speak at
all. Lana was brainwashed. Lana was, Delilah began to feel a wave of sympathy for her,
Perfect.
The only down side was that her sister hardly spoke to Delilah as well. Delilah
thought that Lana just didnt understand her but that wasnt it at all. Lana adored Delilah
but that was just the problem. It hurt Lana just to look at her sister. This was why shed
never mentioned her to anyone. It caused Lana the greatest pain to be around her because,
well, she was her. Lana saw her sister going through exactly what she went through but
she was unable to prevent it, unable to comfort her sibling for fear of Nell. How she hated
her aunt! But she had gotten such hell the last time shed stood up. She shivered. Shed
learned it was best to keep quiet, not to interfere, it was safer that way. Lana liked safe.
Delilah...well...her purpose is hard to explain but trust me, its all clear in the ending. If I get
enough people who want me to continue I will...if not...I guess you'll never know... oh well just
read and review. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Delilah and its probably better that
way because if I did...Smallville would be too much for even the WB to handle!
Ch.1
Delilah Lang stared into the mirror.
She was gorgeous, that much was true.
Her semi long auburn hair was lighter than her sisters. It was straight and smooth. Her
hair had once been wavy and short but Nell had convinced her to grow it out and relax it.
Not that she had been unhappy with her previous hair, but her aunt had this disturbing,
subconscious wish for her to be just like....
"Lana!!", Delilah screeched as her sibling almost crushed her opening the door.
"Sorry," her perfect sister was always polite, "Nell wants you downstairs. Your
agents here to see you."
Delilah sighed. Nell had always pushed her towards a modeling career. Delilah
hated it, the flashing lights, the people bossing her around, telling her what to do. She
didnt want to be a model. She wanted to....well, she didnt know what she wanted but she
knew it didnt involve too much makeup and tofu. She threw on a pink sweater and started
down the stairs. She hated pink. No, hate was too nice a word. She loathed it with a
passion but when she argued Nell only told her to hush up and behave. That it wasnt her
decision so she was to do and act just as Nell told her.
Delilah entered the living room, eyeing her aunt as she nervously tucked a piece of
hair behind her ear.
"Hun, come sit," Nell had on the fakest smile Delilah had ever seen, "I have some
wonderful news for you, dear..."
Lana looked over. The last time Nell had said that, Delilah had been pulled out of
Smallville High in the middle of freshman year and placed in St. Christopher's
Preporatory Academy. Not that it mattered. Even being as well known as she was didnt mean
that people liked the real her. They were only her friend for personal gain. Same went for
guys. There was no doubt Delilah was attractive. There wasnt a boy in the ninth grade
who didnt want to get into her pants but maybe that was exactly it!
Whenever anyone saw her they saw "Little Miss Popular Delilah Lang". The only time it
was different was when popular was switched with perfect. No one ever saw her for
herself without the jealous adjectives attached.
She groaned and sat down. Nell and her agent were gabbing away about some new
photoshoot which was "absolutely fabulous!" Everything was so god damned fabulous.
Delilah blocked them out. She had gotten good at that.
She had argued in the beginning but what was the point?
Nell was manipulative. Her aunt had perfected the art of guilt and as a result
Delilah had been forced into numerous surgeries to fix or remove any slight
imperfections. She ran a hand over her perfect skin. It was all fake.
Lana coughed. Delilah knew Nell had put Lana through the same horrible
childhood as she. Soon after their parents were killed by the meteor shower, Nell began to
lose money from her flower shop. It was then that she had the idea of using Lana to make
money. It was awful. Delilah grinned remembering the day, four years ago, that Lana had
finally stood up to her aunt. And so, Lana and Nell didnt talk. In fact, Lana didnt speak at
all. Lana was brainwashed. Lana was, Delilah began to feel a wave of sympathy for her,
Perfect.
The only down side was that her sister hardly spoke to Delilah as well. Delilah
thought that Lana just didnt understand her but that wasnt it at all. Lana adored Delilah
but that was just the problem. It hurt Lana just to look at her sister. This was why shed
never mentioned her to anyone. It caused Lana the greatest pain to be around her because,
well, she was her. Lana saw her sister going through exactly what she went through but
she was unable to prevent it, unable to comfort her sibling for fear of Nell. How she hated
her aunt! But she had gotten such hell the last time shed stood up. She shivered. Shed
learned it was best to keep quiet, not to interfere, it was safer that way. Lana liked safe.
