It was the beginning of the witching hour in Royal Woods Michigan. The small, quiet town was engulfed in the early morning darkness. The streets were empty with no sign of a stray animal nor car in sight. The lights in all the houses were off. The only source of illumination was the street lights that shines above the sidewalks and roads. Walking down the sidewalk on Franklin Avenue was a young teenage girl dressed head to toe in black. She continued on a couple yards before stopping in front of a house. Toys and objects were scattered all over the front lawn. Parked in the driveway was a large family van. The girl smiled sinisterly before putting her hood up. She slowly reached into her pants pocket, the object she pulled out was soon revealed to be a karambit knife. The teens smile transformed into a psychotic toothy grin as she saw the cold sharp, stainless blade shine beautiful underneath the nearby street light. With the knife in hand the individual slowly but surely made her way towards the front porch. When she finally stepped onto the front porch, she gently turned the door handle. With caution, the girl opened the door, it made a creaking sound however it wasn't loud enough to wake anyone up. She stepped inside the residence letting the cold air of the outside come inside the living room. Without wasting any more time the young lady ascended the stairs, with each step being more silent than the last. The girl soon arrived at the top of the stairs, she turned to her right to find the door to one of the rooms wide open. The girl gripped the handle of the knife tightly then licked her lips. The absolute thought of a blood bath made want to her want laugh maniacally, but she had to suppress that urge. The girl silently crept into dark room where a boy of the same age slept. She took a step forward, then another then another. The closer the assassin got to the sleeping boy the faster her heart began to race. The girl soon found herself standing over her unsuspecting victim. The teen raised the knife and plunge it into boys neck. Delilah gasped as she woke up in a panic. She quickly sat up, Delilah looked around to find she was in the safety of her bedroom. The Nava girl began to check her blankets,bed sheets and pillows for any signs of unfamiliar stains that weren't there before. Delilah breathed a sigh of relief when she found nothing. What also put her more at ease is the fact she didn't even own a karambit knife let alone a carving knife.
Delilah yawned while she got out of her covers, over to the window. She drew back the curtains to find a cloudy grey morning sky with no sun in sight.
"Do the people in this town ever seen the sun?" She wondered as she walked over to a mirror that hung on the wall nearby. Delilah quickly discovered that her hair was in tangled mess. The young girl desperately tried to make it presentable but all her attempts failed. That was the moment she made a realization that made her heart drop to deepest part of her stomach. Delilah raced over to her nightstand that was next to her bed. She picked up her iPhone to find the time was 11:30am.
"Fuck, It's almost noon!" Delilah cussed, tossing her cell phone on her bed.
"I'm late for the second day of school. My mom is going to kill me." She said massaging her temple trying to relieve the stress. She could already hear her mother screaming and giving her a long lecture. Going back to sleep was no longer an option for Delilah. She thought it would be best to get dressed and get out of the house. Delilah knew that the high school will call the house sooner or later if they haven't already . If she planned on lying to her mom, might as well make her lie more convincing by making herself scarce for a few hours. Delilah picked out the clothes she planned on wearing for today before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. After freshening up, She returned to her room, now wearing a pair of black boots, black pants and a black shirt. Delilah also had black makeup applied to her eyes. She went over to her bed and grabbed her phone. The teen put it into her pocket then left her bedroom. Delilah went down stairs and out the front door into the warm morning weather. She briefly turned her attention in the direction of the driveway, to discover her mom's red Honda Civic wasn't parked there. Delilah started her trip down the sidewalk, not having a clue of where to go next. She had been in Royal Woods for about a week now and still didn't have the layout of the town down pat. The nightmare was still fresh in her mind, usually Delilah had nightmares from time to time. However, this dream felt real almost lucid. She knew the girl with the knife was her. She knew it was the loud house she broke into. Delilah knew it was Lincoln who slept in that bed.
"Why would I want to kill him? He seems like a nice guy?" The goth worried, desperately searching her brain for any form of an answer but couldn't find one. She saw a few ahead of her a young couple who seemed to be in there mid 20s coming toward her. They were smiling and laughing as they pushed a carriage with a newborn baby in it. The happy pair eventual passed Delilah not paying her any attention. She was envious of them, they had something that Delilah no longer had. A normal family life. That's the whole reason why her and her mother moved to a town that was barely on the map. It began several months ago in New York City. It was a Friday afternoon, Delilah was walking home from school. Her mom texted her before 8th period explaining that her dad was going to be picking her up from school that day. Delilah waited out in front of her high school for half an hour. With no sign of her dad she saw that as her cue to start walking. It took the furious Nava girl 29 minutes to arrive at her apartment building. She entered through the doors into the empty lobby. The receptionist was behind the counter asleep with her head down on the surface. Surprisingly she wasn't awoken by Delilah's loud stomps and grunts towards the stairs. The teen marched up to the 5th floor where her home was at. Delilah speed walked down the hallway ready to confront her dad. Getting closer to the end of the hall she slowed down as she started hearing the loud sound of muffled music.
"What the hell?" Delilah said before turning the corner. The music seemed to be originating from down the hall. The more she walked down the hall, the more the muffled music became more clear. Delilah stopped in front of the door where she assumed the noise was coming from. The 15 year old found it was coming from behind her apartment door. Mixed in with the loud rock music was the sounds of grunts, moans and screams. Without a second thought, Delilah opened the door to find an image that will be burned into her mind forever. On the couch in the living room was her dad naked, making love to another woman. Tears began to form in Her eyes as she retreated back down the hall, down the stairs, through the lobby and out the door. Ever since that day Delilah resented and hated her father for destroying the complete family she once had. The Goth girl arrived downtown. Delilah searched around for a place to lay low until school was let out. She continued for a couple more blocks when she found something that made her stop dead in her tracks. Laying on the ground at the edge of her feet was a piece of paper. Written on this paper in bold letters was the words, guitar player wanted. Delilah picked up the flyer and began to read the advertisements description below. After a few seconds of skimming the article a grin appeared on her face.
"This could be my chance." She squealed. Ever since she was five years old she dreamed about being part of a band. For the last decade Delilah began to play and mastered many instruments. She found where the auditions were taking place. Delilah pulled out her phone, she opened up google maps and typed in said location in the search bar. Once Delilah had the directions in the palm of her hand she began to make her journey to the destination. The trip took her about 20 minutes, the main reason for it taking her that long is because the place was on the other side of town. Delilah saw the recording studio on the other side of the street. It was a red building with a sign above the entrance that read, Straight Razor. Delilah raced across the road over to the studio. She paused in front of the doors, Delilah said a prayer then entered inside. Once inside she was immediately blown away by the color design. The ceilings, floors and walls of the lobby were black as night. While the furniture such as chairs, tables and counters were pearly white. The color scheme reminded her of the Korova Milk Bar in the movie A Clockwork Orange. Delilah saw that there was no one behind the counter. She also acknowledged that she seemed to be the only person in the room.
"Hello?" Delilah called out but didn't get a response. The Hispanic girl decided it would be helpful if she searched around to find someone. Delilah walked through a door that led to an empty hallway.
"Where is everyone?" She asked herself. Delilah found the door closest to her was wide open. She quickly glanced over her shoulder before rushing into the room. Delilah found the room was much different then lobby. The ceiling and walls were red instead of white. With the floor underneath her feet being hardwood. Delilah's jaw dropped when she feasted her eyes on the instruments that were set up on the other side of the room. There were speakers, guitars, microphones, drums, keyboards etc.
"Fuck yeah." Delilah shouted. She began to spin around in a circle like she was showing off a new dress. Delilah stopped however when she trained her sights on one specific guitar that sat on top of a black guitar amp.
" No it can't be." The goth girl said making her way over to it. Delilah stared at it as if it was the holy grail. It was a red Fender Stratocaster guitar. Tears began to roll down her face as she carefully picked it up.
" It been awhile my friend." Delilah said. She plugged in the cord that was connected to the guitar into the amp.
She sighed and began to play a song on it that she knew all too well on it.
"Won't you come see about me? I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby. Tell me your troubles and doubts. Giving me everything inside and out. And Love's strange so real in the dark. Think of the tender things that we were working on. Slow change may pull us apart. When the light gets into your heart, baby. Don't you, forget about me. Don't, don't, don't, don't. Don't you, forget about me." As the song progressed it became more difficult for Delilah to sing the lyrics. when tears started to run down her cheeks she stopped playing. The 16 year old put the guitar down before unplugging the cord from the amp.
"This was a stupid idea." She said rushing out the room. Delilah burst through the door back into the lobby. The moment she did she accidentally bumped into lady causing them to fall to the floor. The woman was in her early 20s with her hair styled into a pixie cut. She wore a black shirt with a white skull on it ,a red plaid skirt and white boots.
"I'm sorry ma'am." The crying girl apologised before leaving out the doors.
"I was going to say you.. got the job." The woman said picking herself off the floor.Delilah sat on top of a wooden picnic table while she stared at the lake out into the distance. Delilah fled to an empty campground that wasn't far from downtown. For the past couple of hours the Nava girl has been walking the campgrounds trying to clear her mind and to reflect on her life at the moment. Unfourtaintly for Delilah her day dream was interrupted by the sound of the ringtone on her phone. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to see who was calling her. Unsurprisingly it was her mom calling. Delilah groaned knowing that she was going to get this call sooner or later. The teen pressed answer and put the phone up to her ear.
"Where the hell are you?" Sandra demanded in a stern tone of voice.
"I'm at itchy goo campgrounds." Delilah replied laying her back down on the surface of the table.
"Get your ass home now!" Her mom said before hanging up. Delilah looked at the time before putting her iphone back in her pocket and getting up. She began her journey home to face the music. Ironically, music was the roots of her problems.
About a week ago:
Delilah laid on her bed playing on her phone. For the past several months she grew to hate her dad for cheating on her mom. Delilah's breaking point was when Juan brought the woman who destroy her parents marriage to her 16th birthday party not to long ago. While scrolling through her Instagram she heard the sound of the front door slam shut. Delilah groaned before turning off her phone. She turned toward her open bedroom door to see her father stepping into view.
"Hey." Delilah said nonchalantly .
"I had a concert tonight at Barbus, Why didn't you show up dee dee?" Juan asked with a nervous chuckle.
"Huh I must have forgot." She replied getting back on her phone.
"I'm just a bit surprised, because you never missed any of my shows in your life. Hell, you were willing to walk 10 blocks in a blizzard to see one of them. But it's no big deal." Juan again tried to laugh it off but Delilah didn't pay no attention.
" Don't forget we're having my birthday party at grandma's at eight. You're coming right?" Her dad said in a desperate voice. Delilah gave an annoyed sigh before turning to him with irritated glare.
"We will see!" She snapped at him. Any sign of hope or happiness disappeared from Juan face.
"You have to, I need to be with my daughter on one of the greatest days of my life. After tomorrow I don't know if I will see you again." Juan begged his daughter.
"You will survive." Delilah said . Juan was taken aback by his child's cold response. His shocked expression became one of pure rage.
"I am your father and I deserve respect. You're coming to my party and that's final!" Juan screamed at Delilah. But his screaming didn't phase the teenager one bit.
"No, I can't stand to look at you. Mom told you to pick me up from school. I called you about 5 or 6 times and you didn't answer. I had to walk home. If that wasn't bad enough, I come home to find you screwing my karate instructor in the living room." Delilah admitted. Juan stood there speechless, trying to find the right words to say.
"It's hard enough that people are scared of me at school. Now I found my father cheating on my mom when he was supposed to pick up his own daughter. But my breaking point was when you had the Gall to invite the woman who you are having an affair with to my party." She said almost on the verge of tears. Juan lowered his head in shame. Before leaving his daughter asked him one simple question.
"Why?"
Present day:
Delilah froze when she saw her mother sitting on the front porch. She immediately saw the pissed off look on her face and began to prepare herself. Delilah huffed as she made her way up the porch and into the house. Like clockwork, the angry Sandra got up and followed her daughter inside , slamming the door behind her.
"Why didn't you go to school?" She demanded an answer but was ignored by Delilah who began to make her way up the stairs. This was the moment where Sandra completely lost her cool.
"Don't you ignore me!" She screamed grabbing Delilah by the front of her shirt and lifting her off the floor. The 16 year olds pupils turn bright red and her fangs appeared.
"Don't you even dare bare your fangs at me. I'm not happy with you Delilah!" Sandra yelled. Delilah eyes turned back to normal and her sharp fangs retreated back in her gums.
" I overslept and didn't feel like staying home." Her daughter admitted. Sandra let go of Delilah's shirt and rested her hands on her hips.
"So let me get this straight. You overslept and missed the second day of school. Instead of staying home you decided to leave and risk getting caught by a truant officer." She said . Delilah didn't say another word instead lowering her head in shame.
" You know what dee dee. I'm done you're grounded for the rest of the week." Sandra stated.
"But mom..." Delilah blurted out.
"No buts girl, to your room, now." Her mom ordered pointing up the stairs. Delilah did what was told of her and journey upstairs to her room. An hour passed since Sandra banished her to her room. Delilah started to become restless, she was fortunate that her mom didn't take her cell phone as well but after reading creepypasta after creepypasta Delilah started to become bored. She set her cellphone down on her night stand before standing up on her bed and jumping up into the air. Delilah floated on her back as if she was doing the dead man's float in a swimming pool.
"I'm such an idiot. What are you doing? This isn't you." The teenager thought to herself.
"You always played it safe, always played by the rules when necessary. You don't take chances even when you ..." Delilah trailed off as the events of yesterday at the restaurants replayed In her head. That had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of her life. She must have seemed ungrateful and rude by throwing up after eating that burger. It wasn't that Delilah didn't like it, it was the fact that the burger had one ingredient that made her and the rest of her family sick to their stomachs. Garlic, the sleepy hollow whopper had garlic sauce on it. Delilah feet touched the floor, she slowly made her way over to the mirror. Delilah started at her reflection yet again, only this time she revealed her fangs and the true color of her eyes. One thing about vampiric folklore that gave Delilah and her family an advantage is some of it was misinformation. The stake through the heart, shape shifting, the consumption of blood etc was all true. On the other hand the lack of reflection, having to be invited into a house and fear of silver weren't true.
"Will he accept me if I told him?" Delilah wondered aloud. Her bedroom door opened revealing Sandra. Her hair was let down, she wore makeup and bright red lipstick on her lips. Sandra wore a black bodycon dress and red heels.
"Hey mom." Delilah said in a disheartening tone of voice.
"I just want to let you know I'm going out for the evening sweetheart. I will be home at about eight or nine,okay." Her mom informed her. Delilah turned to her with a forced smile.
"Okay momma. I hope you have a fun time." The 16 year old vampire wished her the best at the same time trying not to cry. Sandra kissed her daughter on the forehead before leaving. Once again the Delilah was left alone in an empty house with nobody to keep her company. The sun soon set and a bored, lonely Delilah Nava found herself laying on her bedroom floor staring up at the ceiling.
"I wonder how Lincoln is doing? Maybe I should go check on him." Delilah said getting up from the floor and going over to the door. She slowly opened the door then poked her head out into the hall. Delilah checked to see if the coast was clear. She assumed it was safe and quickly made a B line down the hall to the edge of the stairs. Delilah immediately descended the stairs rushing out the front door into the night. The vampire looked in the direction of the driveway to find her mom's car was nowhere in sight. She breathed a sigh of relief before stepping off the porch and heading over to the house next door.
"Okay you're going to knock on the door. When Lincoln answers your going to apologize for yesterday and promise him you will make it up to him." Delilah told herself. She noticed the family van wasn't parked in the driveway but all the lights were on inside. This gave Delilah a sense of hope. Maybe Lincoln was home alone, that would give her more courage to speak to him from the heart. Delilah stopped in front of the silent home. She took a deep breath in and then out before walking up towards the front porch. Delilah stepped onto the porch. The first time she knocked on the front door it slowly opened up without her having to turn the handle. At that moment Delilah's heart dropped into the deepest part of her stomach. It was almost like her dream was coming true. That's when another scary realization came to mind, Lincoln died at the end of her nightmare. Without thinking she bursted into the house and up the stairs. Once at the top Delilah turned right toward Lincoln's room. When the concerned teenager tried to turn the knob she found it locked.
" Damn it!" Delilah cursed taking a step back.
"Open!" She said. Delilah tried again and this time it was unlocked. When the young vampire opened the door she looked down to find a horrible sight on the floor. Delilah founder Lincoln sprawled on his bedroom floor with his eyes closed with pale skin and both of his wrist slit.
"Oh my god." Delilah screamed getting on her knees and quickly feeling for a pulse on the boys neck. She felt nothing, Lincoln was dead. Beside the deceased boy was a karambit knife with its curved blade stain with his crimson red blood.
" Oh my god, how am I going to explain this to Rita and Lynn Sr? How am I going to explain this to his sisters?" She thought as tears ran down her face. An idea quickly came to the young Hispanic girl.
"No it's not going to end like this. Beside me vomiting, yesterday was one of the best days I have had in a long time.Thank you for treated me like I wasn't a disease like everyone else. Now it is time for me to repay the favor." Delilah said before sinking her fangs into Lincoln's neck. After she bit him, his color returned to his body, the deep cuts on his arms immediately disappeared. Lincoln shot open his eyes to find Delilah looking down at him with her fangs out.
" I have to confess something to you loud. I'm a vampire." Delilah confessed.
