Delilah eventually gave up punching the door, her fist were staring to hurt and it obviously

wasn't going to break. She spun round and gave Otis her best death glare.

"What the FUCK just happened?" she spat, accusingly.

"How the fuck am I meant to know?"

"Well it's YOUR room so you should know why the DOOR is LOCKED!" Otis didn't reply, he just glared and slumped down onto his bed.

"Oh so you're not even going to TRY to open the door?"

"No point, it ain't gonna open if it's locked,"

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Delilah gave a frustrated scream and started trying to kick at the door until her foot hurt.

Otis remained where he was, ignoring the annoyed girl who was trying to beat down the door.

"BABY!" She eventually screamed, "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! THIS IS NOT FUCKING FUNNY!"

She pressed her ear to he door, hearing nothing. She continued hammering at the it until she finally realised that it defiantly wasn't going to open.

"Shit!" she hissed, really wanting to murder something.

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Suddenly a knife shot past Delilah, just a fraction away from her face. The knife stabbed deep into the door, slicing off a small piece of her hair as it did so. Delilah spun round, glaring at Otis.

"Why the FUCK did you do that?" She hissed with menace.

"You were annoyin' me, that was my way of getting you to shut up," he smirked. Delilah growled, picking up the shoe that she had hit Otis with before. She threw it at him, aiming for the face.

It hit but didn't do much damage.

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Both of them were glaring now, ready to throw what ever they could. Delilah slowly moved her hand to the knife on the door, plotting her next attack in her head.

"Whore," Otis growled

"Albino freak," Delilah said with a slight smirk on her lips.

"Slut,"

"Red-neck retard," She grabbed the knife, pulling it out of the door slowly.

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Quick as a flash, she ran at Otis, knife in hand. She leapt at him, causing him to lay on the bed, her on top. Otis was gripping Delilah's wrists, preventing her from getting any closer. The knife was pointed at his neck, the tip dangerously close to cutting the skin, even so he was confident that she could move enough to do any damage.

"Let. Go. Of. Me," she hissed

"What? So you can stab me? You wish!"

Delilah tried to get the blade closer to his neck by wriggling. She fail, miserably. Eventually she stopped wriggling, knowing that it would be pretty much impossible to stab him in her current position. She settled for the next best thing and spat in his face. Otis glared, flipping them over so he was on top, the knife was also now pointed at Delilah.

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The girls eyes widened and she started to try and kick Otis. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck.

"Aw, what's wrong slut? Scared that I'm gonna kill you?"

"Get off of me you freak!"

"Well, you were the one why tried to stab me,"

"Yeah well you threw the knife at me in the first place!"

"Oh just shut it!"

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Otis crushed his lips against Delilah's in a long kiss, surprising her and making her stop struggling. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't push him off since he was pretty heavy and she already knew that it was useless to struggle; part of her wanted to return the kiss as she had feelings for him for quite a while now, but how did she know this wasn't some weird plan of his to have something against her?

Delilah decided that the best thing she could do was to do nothing. She would just stay still

until he stopped kissing her. Eventually Otis pulled away for air, he had an annoyed look on his face; Delilah couldn't tell why.

"Stupid fuckin' whore..." Otis muttered under his breath.

"What did you just call me?"

"Stupid fuckin' whore," he spat.

"I'm the whore? I'M the whore! Where do that hell do you even get that idea from!"

Otis sat up and turned his head away; the knife was still clutched in his hand. Delilah glared at him for a good few minutes before she finally moved. She sat up and slowly edged closer to Otis until she was right next to him. Delilah reach her hand over to touch his cheek, Otis started to lift the knife up but she grabbed his wrist before he could try to stab her.

"Otis, look at me a minute," she said calmly, the the man turned to look at her, annoyance obvious on his face.

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Delilah leaned in close, pressing her lips against his in a soft and gentle kiss. Otis was slightly taken aback, as far as he was aware she hated him! Well, he did hate her too... But... then again... There was that certain something about her which made her really hard to hate at times. He started to kiss back, a lot more roughly then Delilah.

Delilah wrapped one of her arms around his neck, deepening to kiss furtherer. She would of moved the other arm, but she didn't quite trust him not to stab her quite yet. The moment Otis released the knife, Delilah wrapped her other arm around his neck, pulling them closer together and making them both fall back on the bed.

They pulled away for air for a moment before kissing again. Delilah was enjoying this, she had been attracted to Otis for a while and there being even the slightest chance of him feeling the same pleased her and the fact that they were laying on his bed, kissing made it so much better. She ran her fingers through the man's hair, tangling her fingers through it every-so-often.

Otis ran his hands up and down the girl's body, trying to memorize every curve. He would lift his hands up, grope her breasts and smirked into the kiss when her heard the little noises that she made. Delilah suddenly didn't seem as bad as he though and he could definitely get used to this.

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Suddenly, just as the two were both getting deep into to kiss, the door burst open; revealing a very giggle Baby.

"Gawd you guys! I leave you alone for ten minutes and you all over each other!" She said whilst laughing loudly.

"Baby! Get the fuck outta my room now!" Otis yelled as Delilah went twenty shades of red, she had never felt more embarrassed in her life!

"Awwww! Why should I? Is it so you can have her aaaall to yourself? I bet it is!"

"Shut that fuck up!" Otis growled as he climbed off of Delilah and went to chase Baby down stairs.

Delilah sat up, her face still as red as a beetroot. She giggled a bit before climbing off of the bed and stumbling to her room.

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Once inside her room she shut the door and fell down against it, sighing to herself as she did so. Delilah didn't quite know what to do with herself now; that kiss had left her in a daze but at the same time, left her will all kinds of questions.

Did Otis actually like her, or was it just a moment of lust?

Personally she didn't think it was just something that he did 'coz he had a girl pinned beneath him, she though that it was something more since the kiss had felt more loving and passionate then just lustful. But she could be wrong.

She also wondered if this would ever happen again since she sure wanted it to but wasn't so sure on how Otis would act if she tried to kiss him, oh well.

Delilah stood up slowly, she was still a little bit shaky but as far as she was concerned if she could stand without falling that she would be ay-okay! She didn't know why she suddenly felt so weird, it was just a kiss now wasn't it? So why was she acting so pathetic? Delilah knew that he liked Otis but had never reacted like this to anyone before! Not even to Taylor and she'd carried his head round in a sack for a few months after his death! This definitely confused her.

The confused girl eventually decided that she would hopefully feel better after a long walk into the town and possibly gain some sod's trust just yo drag them back 'home' and slaughter them violently. Now that would definitely take her mind off of things for a while and may even help her think of a solution later. She trudged over to the plastics bags where she kept her clothes and pulled out a random outfit. She quickly stripped and re-dressed before sitting on her bed, still feeling kinda out of it.

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Suddenly there was a series of loud, demanding knocks hammering on her door. Delilah walked over slowly since she didn't really want to talk to anyone at that moment. She slowly turned to door handle and let it open at it's own pace only to revile a bored, and slightly annoyed, looking Otis. He stood there with his arms folded, looking the girl straight in the eye.

"So... where are we going to go from here?" He asked sounding no different - no nicer - then he normally did.

"I-I don't really know..." Delilah murmured, trying not to say the wrong thing.

"Well I guess neither of us can say that we didn't enjoy out little time together,"

"An you can't really say that it was my fault for 'being a whore',"

"No, no. I still could... but I might be wrong..."

"More like you would definitely be wrong," the girl said with a small smile forming on her lips.

"But, as I said; where do we go from here?"

"And as I said, I don't really know. What do you think?"

"Well, we could call a truce and stay the fuck away from each other but I think I may miss you," Delilah's eye's widened, that was not what she was expecting to hear! To be honest she was expecting to have another knife thrown at her or something but definitely not this.

"So... you like me then?" She asked, feeling like a little girl when she did so.

"I think I might... I'm guessin' you feel the same then?"

"Yeah..."

"So then, would you agree if I said we were together? Just to give it a chance I mean..."

"Yeah... I think I would like that," A girly smile formed on Delilah lips, she leaned forwards and grabbed Otis in a long, meaningful embrace, surprising him in doing so.

"What the fuck are yah doin'?"

"Hugging you! Now shush, you'll ruin the moment!" The man shut up, letting Delilah hug him for a while.

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Delilah was enjoying the hug, it had been so long since she had hugged anything living for quite a long time seeing as before she found to Firefly's all she had for company was Taylor's head but no matter how messed up she was he was never great for conversation. She eventually freed the shocked man from her grasp expecting him to now be annoyed with her but to her surprise he had a small smile on his face.

"Never expected you to be the clingy type..."

"Yeah well there's lots of stuff about me that never seems obvious and if you spend less time calling me then you may be able to notice stuff,"

"OK, I apologise for callin' you an' shit," Delilah's eyes widened and for a moment she stood there dumbfounded. Otis had apologised to her with no trace of sarcasm in his voice what so ever! This didn't make sense at all!

"Who are you and what have you done with Otis?" She said before her brain even had time to realize what she was saying.

The man chuckled, taking Delilah by surprise. Yet again she was expecting to have a knife thrown at her, definitely not this!

"You're real funny at times, you know that?" The confused girls eyes widened even more, first he was apologising and now he was complimenting her! There must be something seriously wrong!
"Seriously, who are you and what have you done with my Otis?"

"Your Otis am I? I was never aware of this," there it was, the tell-tale smirk and that patronisingly jokey tone to his voice, two things that Delilah never though she would be happy to see (or hear)! Then a sudden wave of realization washed over her; Otis was messing with her! He was going to get her to say something that she would ultimately regret later! Why had she been so dumb? Stupid emotions getting the better of her, she would have to find some way of getting rid of them later but first she would have to get out of the little situation that she was currently in.

"You know what Otis? Just fuck off, I'm fed up of this shit," Delilah hissed, preparing herself shoving her way past the albino if it was necessary.

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Otis was slightly surprised by the girls sudden reaction, one minute she was actually being nice and now she was all hostile; it was weird and he didn't like it.

"What did you say to me?" He growled menacingly.

"It's plain and simple; get the fuck away from me! Or are you just so stupid that simple words don't register? I know what you're doing, you're trying to get me to say something that I'll regret later just so you can mess with me!"

"I still don't get what the fuck you're on about!"

"You know what? Just forget it!" Delilah yelled as she shoved her way past the man and start to storm down the hall.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"Any where as long as I'm away from you!" And with that she broke into a run, hoping that Otis wouldn't follow her.

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Mama was in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast when Delilah shot past her and out of the front door; it was obvious that something wasn't quite right and Mama knew should at least try to find out what it was.

"Delilah! Delilah, what's wrong darlin'?" She called out to Delilah as she tried to run after her but the girl had already run to far.


A/N: god this took me a while to write! I had written all the other chapters a while before I started to post them here so it was quite easy to update, now there are probably going to be long gap in updates since I will be getting writers block or might just not have the time to write D=

I've got several more plot twist planned that will be thrown in at some point of another XD and if you have any ideas for something you would like to see or something that you should happen I would like to hear what and it may get incorperated in at some point if I think it would fit!

Oh! Guess what! when I uploaded this I noticed that the chapter it's self had the same amount of words as the whole of chapter 8 (including the authors note) dunno why I mentioned that, I just find it interesting you know...

Remember to review or I'll delay writing the next chapter just to be mean *evil laugh* Byebye now =3