Coward. That's the term used to describe those who runaway. Rather than face their fears head on, they flee, cowering over the demons that corrupt them. The blonde knew running away all too well. She had fled three times in her life and none of them ended well. The first time was during her impetuous pre-teen phase where she was convinced she'd spend the rest of her life with her 14-year-old crush. Rash didn't even begin to cover the consequences of that decision.
The second was a few years later when parents divorced. As adventurous as ever the girl wanted to make a name for herself in the big apple. Again, that didn't last long. As for the third, well that was a move in progress and by far her most dangerous adventure yet. A coward? Maybe. But brave? Most certainly.
Pressing her foot on accelerate the blonde's eyes bore into the sign she quickly passed. She didn't need to read it. She knew what it said. "Welcome To Mystic Falls" she muttered under her breath rolling her eyes in a drastic manner. She didn't like this place and was far from pleased about returning.
Darting around the corner the surroundings seized to thrill her. In Delilah's eyes Mystic Falls was a bore. Yes, it was the town where she grew up, but it held nothing but bad memories. From her parents constant bickering to the loss of her best friends, there was nothing here for her. Not anymore.
The girl recklessly pulled the vintage Chevy Impala up in front of the bar, quickly parking it. She ignored the horns and insults that were getting thrown her way by the other drivers. If they wanted to pick a fight let them. She could snap their neck in a second.
Swinging open the door she got out of the car and made her way into the small joint that was once her favourite place. Her eyes shifted over the Grill before taking a seat on a nearby barstool.
"Lilah!" A voice yelled, causing the girl to snap her head in the opposite direction.
"Matt it's been a while," she smirked eyeing her friend up and down. It had been over 5 years since she last saw Matt Donovan and boy had he grown up. That hair, those muscles, if Delilah was like any other girl she'd be swooning right now. Luckily she wasn't.
"Wha…Where? You're back," He muttered a state of shock across his chiseled face.
Delilah let out a small chuckle, amused by his reaction. Of course it was expected. No one thought she would come back. No one wanted her to come back.
"Sorry to disappoint," she replied, her signature smirk plastered across her face.
"No!" Matt said dashing around the bar to give his old friend a hug. "I'm glad your back," he said.
Now it was Delilah's turn to be shocked. Reluctantly hugging the boy back she peered up at him. "Really?" she mumbled. This wasn't right. People hated her. They despised her for everything she put them through. They didn't hug her. Not even her own mother hugged her.
"Yeah! I mean you did some pretty awful stuff but the girls well they took it too far," he rambled. "They shouldn't have said what they said or acted the way they did. You're one of their closest friends!" Matt continued.
The girl violently shook her head. He thought Elena was the reason she left? He thought the petty comments she would get day after day about her behavior was the reason she fled from this town. Reluctantly sighing she was quickly annoyed by his assumptions. "Was Matthew. I was one of their closest friends…not anymore," she snapped.
Delilah gave the boy a weak smile before standing up. She knew it was the wrong decision to come here. "I've over stayed my welcome. I'll see you around Matt," she muttered before briefly brushing past him, heading straight out the door.
"Sorry, love" A British voice cooed as Delilah walked abruptly into a tall figure stood by the doorway.
"Watch where you're going next time," she snarled pushing past the man, who quickly grabbed her arm.
"Feisty one you are," he smirked eyeing her petite frame up and down.
Her beauty was like no other even by Klaus' standards. There was something captivating about it. Her long blonde hair caressed her shoulders in natural waves, while her doe blue eyes stared up at him with a somewhat annoyed expression across her porcelain face.
"Feisty enough to cut out your tongue and jab it down your throat if you don't let go of me," she screeched. A few heads turned in the pair's direction as Delilah's temper grew and grew.
She couldn't help it. Although she tried her best to control it, everything was heightened when she turned into a vampire and despite only being 5 foot 2", the girl was full of rage.
Klaus chuckled, a smirk forming across his lips. "I'll be seeing you, love," he told her letting go of her arm.
"Ass," Delilah growled under her breath pushing open the door, letting it slam on her way out.
Walking over to her car she quickly spun around hearing a voice behind her. Glaring at the culprit she narrowed her eyes. "I thought I told you to leave," she growled her eyes turning a darker shade of blue as she approached the hybrid.
"Now, there's no need for threats sweetheart. I'm just curious…" He smirked, his own eyes turning a golden colour as he stood his ground. "I'm curious as to why a vampire like you would be strolling around Mystic Falls."
Delilah scoffed. Not phased at all by his outburst. "Didn't you hear curiosity killed the wolf?"
"Amusing little thing you are. I'm not a wolf I'm a hybrid. The original hybrid actually, it's quite a fascinating story," Klaus grinned letting his eyes once again roam her body.
There was nothing he loved more than a girl who could hold her own. A girl who would challenge him, especially when she was an exquisite beauty like Delilah.
"Sound's like a great story. Shame I'm not into chit chat." She told him as she turned on her heel walking back towards her car.
"One da…Damon!" Klaus yelled clapping his hands as he saw the older Salvatore appear. "Looks like you got over that werewolf bite quickly!"
Delilah glared at the figure that was approaching. A breath hitched in her throat when she saw who was next to him.
"Delilah!" Elena bawled looking over at her old friend standing a mere distance away from Klaus. The surprise in her eyes quickly turned to anger as she narrowed her eyes at the blonde.
The girl let out an agitated growl as she snapped her head from the boy, who she assumed to be Damon, Elena and the mysterious hybrid. Thumping her car door shut she sped away from the scene, fleeing into the nearby woods using her vampire speed. After all what else was the runway expected to do?