I'm baaaaacccckkkkk! Did ya all miss me? *ducks for tomato's*
Right..
When Delila found her way back to Gloria's bar she already had one drink to many. Her head was pleasantly light on her shoulders and Greta's face was clear to her spirit eye once more. She didn't feel the strange cloud around her when she was intoxicated, she felt free of it's hold. She sat down at the bar, waiting for a drink when something made her look to her left. The alcohol instantly vaporized from her blood when she spotted him. He was having some kind of a privet conversation with Stefan Salvator while making an effort to clear out the bar at the same time. He hadn't noticed her, or maybe he just didn't care. That meant she still had time to make herself scares. It wouldn't be a good thing to be reunited with the big bad wolf when he was hunting, or anytime really.
But somehow Delila couldn't make herself move towards the door. She kept watching the two vampires until Stephan disappeared to the parking lot and slowly slipped a couple of bar stole's to the left.
The moment she touched his hand the darkness attacked her. She withdrew her hand as if he had stung her, unable to hid her shock she looked up at him. Finding something that resembled hurt in his eyes, making her feel guilty for withdrawing her hand. ''I'm sorry,'' she said, forcing a giggle, ''You shocked me.'' He grimaced at her and refocused on his drink, obviously not interested in a conversation.
Delila looked around nervously, is must look as If she had just crashed and burned in a hopeless pickup attempt. She should probably cut her loses before he would catch on to her. Also, if Gloria would see her now she would get in a hell load of trouble. He hadn't recognized her in anyway, there was still time to get out, maybe she hadn't met him before.. She was no match for him if he attacked her, even in her drunken state she knew this. But the voice in the back of her head was telling her it was soon to give up.
She looked at his handsome face once more, drowning another vodka and paying no attention to her what so ever. At the rate he was downing those drinks he would be drunk in a few minutes. She would become prettier and tastier with ever sip and maybe, just maybe, he would be a bit more inclined to talk to her then.
She bumped into him with her shoulder in a playful matter to get his attention again. ''You know, auntie G told me not to talk to you,'' She smiled at him, ''So obviously I haven't been able to think of anything other than to do so all night.'' As usually the mentioning of the bar owner grabbed the vampires immediate attention. He looked up at her with a small smile on his face and played with the empty glass in his hand, ''I'm sorry kid, but you don't look related to dear old Gloria at all.'' Delila frowned at him for calling her kid, ''Well grandpa, what a sharp observation,'' she retarded, ''What tipped you of? The colour of my skin or the sound of my voice? '' Klaus straightened his back and gave her a played hurt look, ''Grandpa? Why, I don't look a day older than 25 missy albino, why would you say such a horrible thing?'' Delila couldn't help but smile at his expression, ''I'd say 30, but really, tomato tamato.'' He awarded her with an sideways smirk and leaned over to bar to fish up an old looking bottle of scotch. Without even blinking he popped the bottle open with his thumb .
Delila feint surprise and snatched the glass away from under his nose, ''Wow, that's some strong hands you've got there mate.'' She took a sip of the warm drink and shuttered, ''Geez that's strong.'' He gave her an amused look and prided the glass out of her hands, ''Bit too strong for little girls I'm afraid.'' She tried desperately to hid the fact her mouth felt like It was on fire, coughing in her hand. 'No, its just not really my favourite.'' He shot her a sceptical look and downed the drink like it was a shotglas. With a methodical motion he filled the glass with a small layer again and shoved it her way. ''Well drink up then, I've been dying for some company and my wingmen is having some family issue's at the moment.'' He brutally grabbed himself another glass from the bar and filled it, staring at her with anticipation in his eyes.
She knew he was calling her out in some twisted way and that if she backed down now she wouldn't get what she wanted, so she lifted the glass up from the bar offering him a toast, ''Well, to the idiot who left you sitting here alone then,'' he lifted his glass also and clanged his glass to hers, ''who made it possible for me to keep you company.'' she emptied it like it was tequila and noticed that it was half as bad as the first glass had been.
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Gloria watched the scene unravel with growing anxiety .
Delila was laughing so loud she could hardly stand up. She was supporting herself on the arm of the gentlemen she and Greta had cornered and Greta was leaning into him with a seducing smile. He wasn't looking particular worried about being caught in their web and ordered them another drink. To her great annoyance the bartender poured the small (underage!) white girl a drink to, which she finished in the blink of an eye. Greta was starting to sway her body in a very inappropriate way to the music en was pulling the generous alcohol buyer closer to her, almost making Delila loos her footing by the sudden lose of his solid arm to keep her steady.
He was perfectly alright dancing with the dark beauty who was so scandalously throwing herself at him, and the tall man pushed his drink into the hands of the young awaiting Delila, who just kept grinning. ''Part like a rock star!'' She screamed with the full glass raised up in the air, earning a small cheer from the rest of the party crowed, polluting Gloria's once so glamorous club. Greta didn't seem to notice her drunken charge making a fool of herself, too busy to find ways to brush up to her victim as much as possible.
The worry Gloria felt increased as she saw his hand slip up Greta's body in the corner of the bar, whilst he threw Delila a questioning look. The youngling didn't seem to notice though, dancing next to the bar by herself, jumping up and down. Greta pulled him to down to her on the collier of his blouse, leaving no question to what it was she was looking for, and he grinned.
Gloria turned her head away, her stomach twisting.
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''So mister wrong,'' She started noticing the slight slur in her voice as he poured the next glass, ''What brings you to town?'' Klaus leaned his elbow on the bar and arced his face a little closer to hers, ''I was just paying old aunty G a visit, wondering how she keeps so young after so many centuries'.'' He was making it sound like a big secret and Delila couldn't hold back a small drunken giggle, ''You could have asked me that you know.'' He whispered in her ear, ''Ohw do tell.''
''Really good skin cream and a daily bath in the blood of maidens.''
Klaus let out an hearty laugh and poured her another glass, himself now drinking from the bottle. ''I always did wonder were all those girls disappeared to in this place. I guess now I know.'' He sat back again playing with the near empty bottle as she slammed down her drink, feeling slightly more dizzy than she had before she had entered the bar. ''Aren't you afraid she's gonna get you to?'' She heard him ask from a distance and she laughed, ''I'm hardly a maiden.'' In the back of her mind she knew that she had found her way in, and the small amount of soberness she still had in her kicked in.
She slowly leaned into him and she whispered, ''But my friend Greta, I'm not so sure about.'' She immediately saw a change in his posture. He straightened his back and narrowed his eyes at her, but she was determent to play dumb. ''One day she was here, and the next POEF.'' She made a hand gesture to emphasize the –poef- and sat back, waiting for his responds.
''Don't push your luck Delila.''
Delila stared at him with wide eyes, ''How do you know my name?'' He shot her an annoyed look, letting the black veins around his eyes show for a brief moment. ''You should listen to Gloria when she tells you to do things.'' Delila slowly got up from her bar stool, ''Do you know Greta or not?'' She threw at him, slightly wobbly on her feet from the richly consumed alcohol.
He simply rolled his eyes, ''We were having so much fun,'' He threw his head into his neck and drank the last drop of liquor before addressing her again with his vampire face, ''Now why did you have to ruin it all again?'' Delila took a step away from him, sure that this was the moment she was going to die, when someone interrupted, ''I'm sorry little lady, this poor excuse for a gentleman and me need to have a little chat.''
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Soon as the two hit the floor Delila ran towards Gloria. ''They'll kill each other!'' Gloria shrugged her shoulders, ''as long as they don't destroy my bar that's fine by me. '' Feeling uneasy watching the two roll over the floor she wobbled towards them. ''Stop you idiots!'' She yelled, breaking the bottle Klaus had been drinking from on the bar. The shattering of glass didn't catch their attention at all. ''Stop it or I'll..'' She forgot what she was going to say. Come to think of it, she didn't even know that guy? What was she doing?
Standing over them she saw Klaus raise a broken piece of wood up in the air, apparently attempting to stake the other vampire. Delila threw herself on him, clutching his arm, feeling it was of great importance he didn't kill the guy who had seemingly saved her for sudden death tonight. ''Stop it!'' She was reaching for the stake, struggling with him, when the wooden weapon bursted into flames.
Klaus dropped it and threw her half way crossed the bar. She hit the wall with a loud TUD, feeling her shoulder blades get crushed by the impact.
She could see Gloria towering over the two men with her angry grandma face, ''Not in my bar, take it outside!'' Klaus actually rolled of the other vampire complaining, making Delila giggle. Vampires were so funny sometimes. Auntie G was somehow colouring herself purple..
''Sweetie are you okay?''
And just like that, everything went to black.
Her head..was.. exploding.
She knew this for a sure thing, cause the room was spinning out of control, she couldn't feel her feet, and there were two gloria's.
Both Gloria's were talking in a very angry tone about something to her. She could make out the words 'vampire' and 'burning', but the rest of it was just one long screech of a banshee. Gloria was motioning something to her but the one on the right was making the opposite sign so both of them weren't really helping.
'Gloria, please tell you sister to stop moving?'' Delila moaned while leaning of the edge of her bed, trying to hold the contend of her stomach on the right spot of her body. Both Glora's cranked up their volume, ''I'm not moving you dumb COW!'' Delila looked up at the left one with the most foul expression she could muster, ''I am not black and white, thank you.''
The Glora's began to wave her arms around,''No, you are black and blue! You're lucky that tiny brain of your is still in your body!''
Delila sneered, '' I didn't know he was going to play American football with me.'' The moment she said it she felt it, ''Ow god, I'm gonna be sick.''
Gloria quickly cleared the room and Delila vomited over the side of the bed.
She had been in the attic of the club for a day now, being waked by Gloria ever hour or so. She was both hung over and had a concussion from slamming into the wall, which made for a very bad day. The only good thing she could report, was that she had slept dreamlessly. No visions and no creepy memory's that weren't her's. Things were looking up in dreamland, of that much she was sure.
Gloria had been entertaining the vampires below, who were thankfully not aware of her present do to the silencing spell Gloria had put up. They were on the elderly woman's case all day it seemed, feeding Klaus in his obsession. Glora was still fixated on finding the pendant of the original witch, not bothering to look for a solution to Klaus's hybrid problems and the council had requested that Delila contacted them as soon as possible.
Gloria already set up the circle of lit candles and the small circle of stones for her to make the connexion, but Delila really wasn't feeling up to any barrowed magic. Better yet, she really wasn't feeling up to getting out of her bed. The soar smell of her own bodily waste was driving her out of her bed as she was thinking about not leaving it, and with a sigh she swung her legs over the edge, sitting up dizzy. Maybe if she cleaned this mess she had made, she would be able to rest in peace.
She knew her way around the attic and the little living courters Gloria had installed there, but was afraid that her moving about would alert the vampires non the less. She stepped over the nasty puddle she had made on the floor and attempted to scudder past the communication circle when something stung her foot.
''Goddamit,'' She cursed out loud immediately feeling her toe slip on the smooth surface of the floor. Annoyed she grabbed her feet, losing her balance in the act. The small thud she made when she hit the floor in the middle of the circle awaked something Delila wasn't prepared for at all.
''Good afternoon miss Mc'leering.'' Delila moaned, ''Ow hell.'' The spirits of the council appeared on the edges of the circle all looking at her in a judgemental way. ''Thank you for honouring our request, we can see you have been rather busy.'' Delila made a small sound of defiance towards the white haired women in robes but quickly put on smile when her ghost stretched out her boney hand. ''Sit up my dear.''
Delila, still lying pretty much flat on her face readjusted her body to a sitting pose and nodded, ''How do you do Celesta.'' The wrinkly face of the pale women showed no emotion as she returned her nod with a very small one of her own. ''The matter on hand is far greater than my old bones I'm afraid.'' She gestured to the other shadows in the room and the candles began burning brighter. ''The hybrid has arisen by the aid of one of her own as we all know.''
Delila had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes, ''Yeah we know, is it absolutely necessary that I join this meeting? No magic, hung over and so on?'' Celeste pulled up her eye brow an inch, silencing Delila with that simple act. She continued on as if the interruption had not taken place.
''Glora is in search of the pendant, but time is not on our side this time.'' Celesta clasped her hands together addressing the rest of the council. ''As Delila has experience, compulsion is a powerful tool that works against us every step of the way, even in the matter of Greta we cannot be sure we remain immune. '' Delila watched the shadows move uneasily at the mentioning of her failure and the doubt it had spread among the ranks. ''The choice we face now is difficult and will cost us dearly, but the side-line will not save our diminishing numbers.''
''We must act as it was written and protect our blood inheritance, with every means necessary.'' Delila closed her eyes, dreading the words that were bound to follow.
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The council broke apart a few hours later, leaving a very stressed Delila sitting on the floor, whipping away the dry blood from her foot. Gloria must have put the needle's there on purpose, hoping she would spill her blood and trigger the event by accident. Gloria was a very good planner, she had to give the lady that. Judging from the screaming she had heard down stairs the witch was also practising one of her favourite sports : Voodoo.
With her head still a little bit out of it and the horrible smell that was lingering in the attic now, Delila felt that she should go watch Gloria torture Stefan for a few minutes downstairs to make everything she thought was happening, was real. The screams had alarmed her at first, but Celeste had said it was nothing to worry about, revealing what Gloria had already pried from the young vampires mind. The screaming had stopped awhile ago anyhow.
The doppelgänger was alive. Hybrid mystery solved, problem solved, one might think.
For Delila, it was just the beginning of the problem. For the doppelgänger it was a matter of time before the trouble found her to.
Praying that Klaus was a lot dumber than he looked Delila made her way downstairs calling out to Gloria, ''Auntie G, I need a bucket and a ticket to Russia!'' She wasn't really expecting a responds, but what she also wasn't expecting was a very pissed of Klaus in the middle of the bar.
Delila thought very briefly of running, but the second the thought popped up in her head, his hands were already effectively crushing her windpipe. Blackness enveloping her.