*SaintFabala this one is for you.*
It took all of her will power not to throw The Countess across the room; this time on purpose. How dare Elizabeth withhold information about the woman who killed her sister witch from her. 'Delia loved the witches in her coven as though they were her own family. Her desire to protect them ran deep with the young Supreme and knowing that a witch was killed under her protection made Cordelia feel as if she had failed her coven. It was her duty to keep each girl in her care safe a task which she seemed to have failed tremendously at. The thoughts of somehow preventing Queenie's death from happening ran threw her mind over and over again on an endless loop.
Finding out about the young witch's early demise made Cordelia see red and her rage was almost blinding. Her anger made the room around the two women shake forcing pictures to fall and objects to come crashing to the floor. Elizabeth took a tentative step backwards at the outward show of power by the blonde. She never had to go head on with a supreme before but seeing the rage in 'Delia's eyes made her think that her luck may have just run out. Not telling Cordelia the information she wanted may end up costing The Countess but she also knew that she could hold her own. Cordelia had never seen The Countess in a fight and she had no idea how deadly she actually was. Even though 'Delia was extremely powerful she did not have the backup she was accustomed to being away from her coven. Elizabeth had been on her own for a very long time and she knew how to go one on one with someone and win. Though The Countess did not want to harm the blonde she also knew the death of a fellow witch was clouding the mind of her lover and she may not care who she harmed at the moment. In her mind she was going over different situations on how to subdue the supreme if things escalated.
Unfortunately for The Supreme she did underestimate her lover for she had never truly seen the beauty in action. She had no idea the ruthlessness that lay just beneath the surface of the blonde's charming façade. The Countess never wanted to show her true nature to 'Delia in fear that she may come to fear her but in their current predicament she may have to do just that.
Cordelia closed the distance taking two steps forward her eyes glowing a molten gold in the dimly lit room. Not wanting to retreat Elizabeth stood her ground her own eyes turning blood red in preparation for a fight.
"'Delia, listen to me. You need to calm down," The Countess raised both of her hands to try and reiterate her statement. She had never known Cordelia to be so hot headed she knew Queenie's death had been a blow but to consider attacking her was out of character. Knowing that in fact this wasn't in Cordelia's nature made something dawn on The Countess. She remembered where exactly they were and what type of dark power this place could have over someone.
"This can go one of two ways," Cordelia spoke. "You tell me what I want to know when I ask or I'll force it out of you," her eyes flashed in hostility. Elizabeth knew she needed to make Cordelia register that the hotel had managed to advantage of her grief and was taking its hold on her.
"Cordelia, I know you are angry," The Countess used as even of a tone as she could portray given the situation. "But you don't want to this. Think about it, do you really want to attack me." Upon saying this Cordelia stopped considering what she had just heard. "The hotel, 'Delia, it's fueling your anger," Elizabeth took a slow step forward. "Don't let it take a hold of you," she reached out and took the Supreme's hand. "Fight it," she whispered.
What The Countess said echoed in her mind forcing herself to come back to somewhat of her senses. This wasn't her. She had considered attacking and even killing The Countess to get the information she wanted. That was not who she was. Now, somewhat back to herself Cordelia recognized she was not in complete control feeling the darkness that laid heavily on her mind fogging her thoughts. It had slowly crawled its way inside of her without her even detecting it but she could feel it now. The Countess had warned her of this place and the hold it could have on people but until now she hadn't listened. She now realized her mistake. Reeling in her power she focused her energy on the darkness inside of her. Probing the deepest caverns of her minds she drew out the darkness using her magic to expel it from her body.
A bright burst of light sent Elizabeth stumbling back a few steps before she caught her balance. In front of her Cordelia looked around now in control of herself. The Countess let out a sigh of relief,
"Little Dove, are you alright?" Elizabeth moved toward the witch and took her hand.
The Supreme could not believe she let the hotel affect her in such a way. By letting her guard down even for a moment Cordelia had learned her lesson the hard way. Looking up she made eye contact with the blonde,
"I'm so sorry. I-I should have heeded your warning about this place," she looked away. "This place is like nothing I've ever seen before. It had me wanting to kill you," she shook her head feeling like a fool.
The Countess knew the pull of this place and how it could sink its claws into even the most powerful of beings but she had never seen someone pull themselves out of its grip so fast. Hell, she had never seen someone pull themselves out of the trace that 'Delia was in. The hotel had been trying to test the young Supreme and now it knew she was not to be trifled with especially since she would have her guard up every moment she remained here.
"I have been here a long time and in all that time I have never seen someone snap themselves out of this place grip that fast before," The Countess knew how scared 'Delia was by her heartbeat which was pounding inside her chest. Wanting to comfort her she reached out and placed her hand over 'Delia's heart. Feeling The Countess's touch relaxed The Supreme. Over the last several days she had missed their close contact and the intimate touches they usually shared. She needed for the pair to call a truce at least until they left this hotel.
"No more fighting," Cordelia said pulling Elizabeth closer, "at least not until we are far from this hotel."
"No more fighting," Elizabeth agreed. "I'll be mad at you after we leave this place," the blonde teased placing her hands on 'Delia's hips and pressing her closer. Cordelia pushed blonde hair out of Elizabeth's face letting her hand rest on her cheek. The pair hovered their lips just out of reach from one another's until The Countess could take it no more and crashed her lips onto her lovers. Their kiss was passionate and greedy as their hand ran hurriedly over one another's body. But before the two could truly make up a third party's voice spoke from behind them,
"Well, aren't you two adorable?"
Pulling a part the pair turned to see who had just spoken. Cordelia took a defensive stance but The Countess didn't even flinch placing a casual hand on her hip before speaking,
"Will Drake. Still as resentful as ever I see."
The dark headed man shot her a hateful look. He was dressed in a designer suit and black leather shoes that glistened with shine,
"All my resentment is aimed directly at you, babe," he emphasized the last word.
"Don't hate the player, hate the game. Babe," The Countess said with a flick of her hand. "After all I'm not the one who killed you."
"Maybe not but you were planning on it," he moved to sit on the arm of the couch to his left.
"Yes, and I should have killed you in Paris like I originally planned. Now, I have to run into you every time I step foot in this place."
The hatred for one another was unmistakable,
"Better run while you still can sweetie," he looked at Cordelia, "she'll stab you in the back first chance she gets, literally."
Cordelia did not like petty comments. Moving past Elizabeth, Cordelia confronted the ghost,
"I don't need advice from you, Mr. Drake."
"Looks like you've got yourself a feisty one. Thought that wasn't your type. You usually like the complacent ones that follow you around like a puppy," he said smugly.
"You should know. You sure worshiped the ground I walked on," The Countess moved behind 'Delia putting her chin on the Supreme's shoulder.
"And it got me killed," he looked back at 'Delia, "Take it from me stay away from this crazy bitch." Unfortunately for Will Drake he had no idea who stood in his midst because if he did he would know insulting the people Cordelia Foxx cared about was a major mistake.
As soon as those words exited Will Drake's mouth a sudden pain that started in his chest and spiked outward spread throughout his body. The pain was absolutely blinding causing him to fall to the floor. He didn't understand what was happening nor how it was possible for someone to hurt a ghost after all he was dead. The agony lasted for several more moments before it vanished. Pulling himself off the floor in a rage he lunged at Cordelia but found himself unable to finish his assault for the fashion designer now found himself frozen mid leap. Panic set in when he tried to move but found himself unable to do so.
"Listen very closely, Will Drake," Cordelia moved until she was almost nose to nose with him. "If you ever insult The Countess in front of me again I assure you it will be the last thing you ever do. You have no idea who you are dealing with. And if you are thinking about attacking me when I let you go be warned it won't end well for you."
The fear in Will Drake's eye was more than apparent as Cordelia backed away moving next to Elizabeth. Pulling The Countess close she drew her in for a kiss as she released her hold on Mr. Drake.
Will Drake took her warning seriously now realizing the power that stood before him and left the two alone retreating to another part of the hotel.
Breaking their embrace The Countess looked at the now empty space where Will had been,
"Well, that is one way to get rid of an unwanted guest."
"Yes, it is," Cordelia agreed before slightly pulling away from Elizabeth.
"What is it?' The Countess asked seeing the seriousness in her eyes.
"You know I can't just let Queenie's murder go," Cordelia spoke honestly.
"I know. But 'Delia you have to understand it's who we are. We're killers. We survive off of the blood of others and as awful as it is Queenie was a casualty of Ramona's nature," The Countess paused. "And if I'm being honest Queenie could have just as easily been one of my victims if I would have seen her first. God knows I've killed more people than I can remember." The Countess was being brutally honest in hope Cordelia would not go off on some revenge spree against Ramona.
It was several moments before Cordelia responded. She had never fooled herself into believing The Countess was a pure soul she knew Elizabeth had been corrupted even before she was immortal. But even knowing her lust for the kill she still loved the blonde with all of her heart. The Countess had changed since falling for The Supreme she no longer hunted innocent prey but instead sought out murderers and other menace to society to feed on. Knowing the nature of her kind made her understand how easily it could have been Elizabeth who had taken Queenie's life,
"How can I just look past this?" tears started to form in her eyes but she suppressed them.
"I don't know, Little Dove, but I think if you get distracted from the real threat that looms over your coven right now a lot more lives will be lost." The words The Countess spoke were true and Cordelia knew it.
"I have to do what's best for my coven," she took in a deep breath, "and right now that's not going after Queenie's killer."