Disclaimer: I do not own Noblesse or its characters; that right belongs to Lee Gwang-Su.


He frowned at the stack of papers on his desk. It was mostly bill's or IOU's that were built up from Tao, who had repurposed the Security system of the school. And while he could easily pay for it all, Frankenstein smiled thinly with more than a touch of darkness behind it, as he put those in a separate pile. He'd be deducting it from the man's pay for a few paychecks. Hoping it would teach the tech junkie to ask first, not later.

Closing his eyes as he leaned back, Frankenstein felt the connection with his master. It had been a few days since Muzaka's visit and Delphi's fainting spell. And the damned girl hadn't said much more on why she had, other than to reiterate that it was her 'powers' doing — causing them to be in a stubborn stalemate of wills. Neither backing down and neither winning, though he had a feeling she didn't want to win, just for him to leave it alone.

Her abilities were still mostly unknown. His thirst for knowledge was strong. This was something he needed more of. Her clan's powers were the things of legends and myths. Yet, she didn't talk about it or even brag. Instead, she hated it, or it seemed like she hated it. Of course, he knew the burden of power. His darkness always was trying to take him over. Plus, the worry he felt for his masters continuing declining health. But Frankenstein knew not to push that issue about how Delphi could help him. That was for her and his master to deal with though it was like watching Shin-woo when he was trying to get Yuna's attention, only to be shot down.


She looked down at the Noblesse as he just sat there staring at the book in his lap. Eyes narrowing in small fractions as she fought from twitching and ripping the damn text from his hand to get his attention. She helped around the house, yes. It was her way of paying her part of the rent dammit while doing what she was supposed to do. Of course, she left that in this... this dipshit's hands. She did not like him at the moment.

"I am presuming that your answer to my question is no. Okay!" Delphi chirped before starting to walk away.

Of course, this got his attention. Delphi could feel his eyes on her person, causing the fine hairs on her body to stand up. Stopping and turning her head to look at Raizel, she lifted an eyebrow expectantly. There was no way she would bend and bow to this man. Prophecy be fucking damned! She was a woman who had been surviving on her own, haunted — cursed by the Greek Gods, with a power she didn't want. A destiny that was floating in the air, based on the whim of this one man.

"What?" she asked, trying to sound polite.

"I would like more of the sweet biscuits, please," Raizel said, before turning to his book.

She twitched. Raizel was polite, but she was not his servant, yet. So, she smiled as she looked at him. And thought to tell him no, before sniffing rudely and going to the kitchen. She should have a saran-wrapped loaf of the dough in the fridge from the last batch she made two days ago. Only to find that it was gone, meaning that the last of her cookies had been eaten.

"Well, fuck a duck!" Delphi hissed.

This brought a soft chuckle from Karias' who was on home duty for the day, more so since Raizel stayed home. Not that she minded the quirky blond vampire. No, she found she enjoyed his company greatly. Pulling her head out of the fridge, she turned to look at Raizel, who was looking at her.

"There is no more cookie dough. I have to make more," Delphi said, pausing to smile widely at the idea that struck her and hard. "Hey, why don't you come help me make the dough, that way you can enjoy it more. I mean, I was taught that you enjoy something when you help create and make it."

This had Karais frowning at her; eyes narrowed as if she just blasphemed. Shrugging her shoulders, Delphi moved about the kitchen as if she had always lived in the house, gathering up the stuff she'd need. Flour, Butter, Eggs, Vanilla extract, sugar, mixing bowl, measuring cups, and setting them on the counter, not stopping when she felt a presence behind her. Instead, she went through explaining what she did as she did it.

Mentally she was crowing with delight. She knew that the Noblesse was a curious person. He listened more than they all gave him credit for. And he wanted to learn to do something, something for himself.


Karia's stood there, staring. He had been shocked, scandalized even when Delphi had told the Noblesse he could help her make the sugar cookies. And all when she knew who she was talking too. But that was not why he was staring now. No, that had to do with the two before him. He could feel the heat flush his face, and he knew he should look away as the air filled with power. But his red eyes were glued to the scene before him.

It had started when Delphi had pulled one of the four dough loaves from the fridge to cut it into cookies to bake. She had been explaining to the Noblesse why she was cutting them in half-inch increments. Slightly distracted, the knife nicked her finger. This had the woman looking shocked before turning to go to the kitchen sink and rinse it off with cold water to help stem the blood from flowing. All while his senses were flaring. They didn't need blood per se. But the smell from it was fragrant.

Then he saw the Noblesse stop her by grabbing her hand and holding it up. From there, it was now what he was seeing. The silent conversation that happened between the two of them. Both stiff movements slow. Karias' swallowed as he listened to what was being said.

"But are you sure?" Delphi said in a hushed whisper.

Karias' felt a bit faint at the amount of power that was filling the room, pressing down on him — giving him a new appreciation for the Noblesse, as well as the tiny human woman who seemed to always shine with an inner light that seemed to draw them all to her and into her little world.


He had been surprised when the woman had asked him if he would like to help her make something. It was a nice change of pace. Everyone else catered to him and his needs, which he was thoroughly used to. Rarely did he get to learn new stuff, outside of reading and interacting with the human children. So, of course, he had taken her up on her offer. And he was amazed at how accurate one had to be to make something as simple as sweet biscuits. No, Sugar Cookies.

Though he didn't like having to wait at least an hour before being able to slice up the dough to bake it, Delphi's explanations were easy to follow and remember. He would have to try to make the cookies at a later date on his own. That would surprise the others. But now, he was in a battle of wills as he held Delphi's hand in his own. The warmth that was her skin had his tingling. The smell of her blood was damning as it called from the power coursing through her veins.

Their silent conversation ended when she spoke up, asking him if he was sure — letting him know that she was leaving it all up to him. Narrowing his eyes, so he was looking at her through the slits, his eyes had become as he thought about it. This was just a first step, and it would be beneficial in many other ways. And each bond had different abilities. One was already known since he'd be able to leash her power like he had Frankensteins.

"Then you agree to the terms of the contract?" he asked.

The way her head just dipped up and down once was all he needed. Lifting her tiny hand the rest of the way up, he put her finger into his mouth. Letting his tongue swipe over the injured pad. Taking in her blood as he healed her flesh. His eyes never leaving her face, which grew very red at what he was doing, confusing him. But that was forgotten as her power rushed through his body, lighting it up from the inside out. It was a major rush.

Frankenstein had been sneaky about how he had given his blood — mixing it in with the tea he served. But it was apparent. The tea held the smell of dark power. A power that he knew belonged to the man he cared for, even if he could be aggravating in his loyalty and personality quirks. But this, this was like the sun had entered his body, was filling him with that light. And it left him feeling oddly happy and breathless as he pulled the finger from his mouth. Noting that Delphi was no longer looking at him.

With great care to not hurt her, he pushed his thoughts at her, "Can you hear me?"

When all she did was stiffen, he felt a wave of confusion wash over him. That and mild embarrassment, coupled with the feeling of being flustered. This was not what he was feeling. So he tried again, only to have that wave of confusion wash over him again. Amusing to him. There was no mental link; no, they had an emotional connection. Carefully, Raizel pushed his feeling of amusement at her. He was watching as she jerked her head up to look at him. She was allowing him to see the soft, barely visible pastel colors in her white eyes.

Then he was flooded with shock, agitation, and fear. The last didn't please him, but he let Delphi's hand go. He was watching as she cradled it to her person as a mother does after grabbing her child from danger. The flush was still on her cheeks. He could tell, on top of feeling it, that she was torn. With a small nod of his head, Raizel left her alone. He knew she would need space. As well as a way to figure out how to cope with this change. The first of possibly many.


It was quiet as they all sat around the dinner table. Several eyes were bored in Delphi in disbelief at what they had just heard. Others are amusement. But the consensus was shocked that she would make the Noblesse learn to cook. Though, no one would begrudge her that. They all knew she was an odd person with plenty of quirks. And they couldn't help but feel as if something had changed. For one, she was sitting next to Raizel. A thing she had pointedly avoided doing since arriving and making her announcement.

So, each person vowed to themselves that they would find out what had changed. And from the way Karias was quiet, he knew. But the look on his face said he would not speak of it. That left only one option. And later, they all knew, Tao would be showing them the surveillance videos of the day. The man was crazy in that manner. The only places that no cameras existed were private bedrooms and bathrooms because he valued being alive, and his privacy.

TBC!