Delila skipped past the bouncer ''Is Gloria in yet?'' Burt gave her an calculated look, ''Your birthday isn't till twelve, and it's past ten.'' Delila pouted and twirled one of her autumn coloured curls around her index finger. ''You let Greta in before she was 21 lots of times.'' The sturdy bouncer raise a thick eyebrow, ''Yeah that was two years ago, a lot of things have changed since then,'' he started to roam around in his pocket and handed her a small package, '' for starters there were no underage drinkers in this bar until she started bringing you along.''
Delila accepted the package with a smile and hugged the broad black man as good as she could, ''Thanks Burt.'' The man returned her hug with a firm pat on the back,''Have a nice birthday kid.'' Delila release him and gave him a million watt smile just before she slipped past the door.
As she made her way to the main stairs, a green wall cashed into her, smuttering her with boa feathers and kisses on both cheeks. ''Happy birthday!'' Greta screamed in her ear while making Delila jump up and down in a haze of feathers. ''What took you so long? Gloria has been guarding that cake with her life!'' Delila grinned from ear to ear, letting Greta drag her to the kitchen on her arm.
Passing the bar she caught the eye of her new friend. He was dressed up for the night, wearing on of his flannelshirts under a black jacket. His dirty blond hair finally cut to a normal length, a playful smile decorating his pink lips. He was leaning on the bar with his forearms, raising his glass to her. She smiled shyly back at him, throwing him an apologetic roll of the eyes as Greta pulled her behind the big two way doors to the kitchen.
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''happy birthday my lady.'' He was offering her a single red rose whilst bowing for her. Delila could feel the blood rush to her face and she quickly grabbed the flower from his hand. ''Nicklaus, stop with the medieval politeness please. Everybody is watching us.'' She muttered nervously under her breath. He looked up at her with a boyish smile, ''Not until you accept my gift properly.'' Delila crudely made a small knick and Klaus finally stood upright. ''Thank you.''
He grabbed he gloved hand so fast she could hardly see him do so.
''now, let's boogie.'' He whispered in her ear and he pulled her closer to him, their bodies pressed closely together they moved around on the dance floor. Delila clumsily tried to keep up with his classical footwork, but eventually gave up. ''This is not working for me nick,'' She giggled, stepping on his toes for the 10th time in the first few minutes of the song.
He gave her one of his winning smiles and wrapt his arm tightly around her waist, lifting her up a few inches from the floor. ''imagine how I must feel love.'' Delila laughed. ''Empowered that if you let of me I'll be the laughing stock of Chicago?'' He let her drop down on her feet and twirled her around. ''Not exactly, but close.''
Delila stood still on the dance floor, her arm stretched out to him, waiting for the pull back into her arms. ''Care to explain it to me then?'' He pulled her back rather roughly, hugging her back to his chest for a few seconds, ''Not really.'' After the next twirl they were face to face again and Gloria orchestras a waltz. Delila gave Klaus a pleading look, ''Don't make me do this?''
He let out a hearty laugh, ''Oke, step on my feet.'' She blinded in disbelieve. '' Are you kidding me?'' His strong arm pulling her closer confirmed that he was not. Delila wrapped her left arm around his neck and stepped on his feet, letting him take the lead.
''We look ridiculous.'' She murmured in his ear, secretly enjoying the disapproving looks from the other guests in the club. She could feel him smile against her cheek in respond, ''Yes we look like complete idiots.''
Greta's voice suddenly interrupted, ''you can say that again,'' She tapped Delila's shoulder. ''It's better if I take over from her twinkeltoes.'' Delila looked up into the cobalt blue eyes of her dance partner, he just smiled.
''I could dance with you like this forever.'' She whispered in his ear and she quickly stepped away from him.
''Klaus, what are you doing.'' He reached out to touch her face, ''I just wanted say goodbye love.'' Delila felt a shiver go through her body the moment his skin touched hers. She tried looking away from him, hid away from his piercing eyes but he cubed her chin and forced her to look in his eyes again. ''Greta and I are going on a little trip together.'' She felt like he was waiting for her to object, but she was suddenly to angry. ''Have fun then, I'll see you two when you get back from your romantic getaway.'' She tried to turn away from him but the grip he had on her face and the arm he quiley wrapped around her torso were too strong.
He continued with his goodbye speech, ''We won't be back for a while,'' he was holding her so close to him now that she could feel his breath on her face, smelling the bourbon on his breath. ''I would have taken you with me instead, but Greta's talents are better suited for the job.'' He pressed his face into her neck, slowly backing her up to the wall finally releasing her chin and slipping his free hand into her hair. ''Klaus,'' she whispered as she felt him begin to nibble at her neck. She would have mistaken the butterfly kisses and soft bites in her neck as a token of affection or mere lust on his part were it any other man, but she knew better than to think such trivial thought of a vampire.
''don't, people will see the marks.'' He didn't seem to hear her and she was to scared to speak up, afraid Greta or Gloria would hear her and see them like this. He inhaled deeply and let out a small hiss. Strangely enough she wasn't scared that he would kill her. Something in the back of her mind was even telling her she should give in to him immediately. Her arms were even wrapping themselves around his neck whilst he was pushing her dress of her shoulder to give her a small lovebite. She gasped at the sensation knowing she needed to stop him.
''Klaus,'' She whispered again as she carefully tried to push him of her by wringing her arms between them and pushing again his unbeating chest. ''Please,'' She pleaded as soft as she could. ''Not here, not now. '' He finally distanced himself from her neck and release his hold on her as he faced her again.
Delila had to hold back a scream of horror when she saw his face. She had never seen him turn before, the black veins now lacing his eyes and his twisted face looked as if they were sculpted by the devil himself. All charm en beauty had become lost and replaced by a demon it seemed. She suddenly was overwhelmed by a sensation she had never felt before when around him: fear.
The physiological symptoms were immediate – she shivered, the hairs on her uncovered arms stood up and her body became rigged. The cold death she usually felt when she touches a vampire for the first time hit her like a ton of bricks.
She struggled briefly to get out of his hold, determent not to end up as one of his victims, when he started pleading with her. ''It's just me love,'' the panic that had taken over her body dissolves at the sound of his voice and she looked up at his face. The veins were retracting and his fangs seemed to disappear once more. Without thinking she stretches out her left hand and touches his face, the veins popping out immediately but this time she stood her ground.
Klaus released a breath of relieve and pulled her body against his again, this time in a gentle embrace. She was still staring at his vampire face fascinated when he suddenly took her hand of his face. ''Delila,'' he sighed into her palm as he kissed it. ''I cannot leave without having tasted you on my lips.'' He looked down on her with his vampire eyes, clouded but hunger or lust, she wasn't sure.
''I can't leave without tasting you.'' She found herself wishing he would hold her like before again when she felt a sharp pain in her wrist. The shock almost made her jump and scream out but Klaus covered her mouth with his hand firmly the second he bit her. He had removed his arm from around her waist and was now holding her arm up to his face whilst keeping her quite with his other hand. The pain was quickly reduced to a small burning sensation, reminding her of getting her tattoo and she slumped back against the wall, watching him drink from her with his eyes closed.
He must have noticed that she had calmed down, cause he removed his hand from her mouth seconds after this and placed his free hand around her waist again, making sure there was no more space between them holding up her arm next to her head were he licked and sucked at the bloody wound he had made. He let out a small groan of pleasure when she wrapped her free arm around his neck and buried her face into his chest.
She was feeling dizzy now, his body was the only thing holding her up at his point. He didn't seem to notice at first but when her arm started to slip from his neck he suddenly let her bleeding wrist fall. The blood was still glistering on his lips and dripping of his chin when he pressed his forehead to her, ''Thank you,'' he muttered, seemingly out of breath. He licked his lips and smiled, putting his hand next to her head against the wall whilst using the other one to old her upright. ''Are you tired my doll?'' he asked taunting.
She in responds bit his neck earning a very animalistic roar from him. ''Delila, why are you making me do this?'' He lifted her up, making her wrap her unsteady legs around him, and smashed her between him and the wall again. Delila didn't know what he was talking about or why the need to make him drink from her was so great, but she knew she didn't want him to release her yet so she tangled her fingers in his hair urging his lips closer to hers so she could whisper to him.
''You don't have to go,'' She suddenly felt like it was of the greatest importance that she kept him here, something terrible would happen if she let him go with Greta and she needed to stop him. His face was now inces away from him, and all she could see were his dark eyes. ''If you stay, you can taste me whenever you.'' She pleaded to him, slowly moving her hips creating a needed friction between them to soot the burning sensation she was feeling in the pit of her stomach.
He was hissing he name with closed eyes now, squeezing her thighs so hard she was sure they would bruise. But now he was the one struggling to get out of her hold, to make her stop. 'Stop moving like that,'' he groaned but he didn't seem to hear his own command as he rubbed himself against her biting down on her shoulder. ''I'll stop if you stop,'' She breathed in his ear, feeling his hands slide up her dress.
Suddenly he pulled away and looked her straight in the eye, ''Stop moving like this.'' He said very calmly and Delila couldn't do anything ells than that. ''I didn't want to do this, but you give me no choice.'' He finally pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss, her head exploded. She felt he wanted to pull back but she still had her hands entwined with his hair and she kept him were he was. ''Just one more time,'' She whispered when she finally broke the kiss to get air.
He brushed back her hair and stared at her, his face still half turned, ''Sttt,'' She felt she couldn't utter a word. ''When I leave here, you won't remember you ever said that.'' Delila felt her eyes burning, she tried to pull him back to her for another bit or kiss but he refused. He gently let her legs slip down, putting her back on her own feet. ''You won't remember meeting me, or Greta leaving with me.''
She pushed her face into his chest, feeling the tears fall down, but he roughly pulled her face back to his. ''Look at me,'' He whispered, ''When you wake up you won't remember any of this, you hear me?'' She nodded. ''Now sleep.''
Delila closed her eyes.
Gloria spotted Klaus slip into the club from the back door. He looked like he just came back from a messy feeding session. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, his hair dishevelled and the expression on his face spoke murder. Gloria scrubbed the bar a little harder in annoyance. Stupid vampires always using her bar as some kind of bloodbank.
Greta was on him in a second, wrapping her arms around his neck closing the distance to give him a kiss, but the vampire pushed her of him. Greta looked a bit shocked but did give up. Klaus approached the bar in vampire speed, shocking the few customers that saw him do it. Gloria glared at him, '''Do you mind? Some of these people are still sober.'' Klaus did respond to her remark, ''Greta's coat please, and mine.''
Gloria felt something in the pit of her stomach she couldn't explain, ''Leaving so early?''
The vampire sneered at her, ''Yes, or did you think I was gonna kill the beat?'' Gloria grabbed the jackets from behind the counter, ''Did you say goodbye to delia?'' When he didn't respond Gloria left the bar to follow him to the door, ''Come on darling, we're leaving now.'' Greta seemed to have no problems with that and was already heading for the door, Gloria grabbed her arm as fast as she could. ''Greta, where's delila?''
Greta shrugged her shoulders, ''Who cares? Probably making out with some guy in the back or something. It's her party.'' Klaus was already at the door, ''Come on, time is money!'' Gloria stared at him, ''don't you need to say goodbye to your friend, Greta?'' She asked, not breaking the eyecontact with Klaus.
Something in his face was scaring her. She wasn't sure what it was she was seeing but he broke the stare first. Greta kissed her cheek, ''Bye auntie G, see ya later.'' And with that they were gone.
Gloria was left standing at the door somehow knowing that later wasn't going to be anytime soon in every sense of the word.
She found Delila later in the ally behind the back door. She was sitting on the floor, clutching her wrist and crying without end.
Gloria asked her what was wrong but the crying girl just shook her head, ''I don't know.'' In the three days that followed, it was the only thing she said to Gloria.
He felt like suffocating.
Every day since he had taste her blood he felt like he was going out of his mind.
Nothing seemed to clench the thirst. When he finally sank his teeth into the neck of the dobbalganger he felt it immediately.
The first time he turned, his body burned.
It burned in the fire of a thousand suns at once and he knew someone felt it to. He knew something was wrong.
When his first hybrids died he knew, someone felt them die with him.
