Hello everyone!

Just a filler, I'm sorry! I had this random idea and because I'm currently recovering from stupid covid I thought I'd try and get it typed up. Apologies if there are many mistakes, I'm so exhausted!

Anyway, enjoy this little addition! :)

Summary: Delilah decides it's time to go home.

Warnings: Nothing spectacular, no Klaus again – just a brief mention. :(


It had been over a week.

Elena could remember the look on her sister's face like it was yesterday. The fangs, the veins… the blood. It was like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. She couldn't even count the amount of times she'd tried to sleep and ended up screaming as Delilah finally rips into her flesh.

She could still feel her ears ringing from Jeremy's shout of anger as he launched into a verbal attack in order to hide his heartbreak.

She could still hear Alaric running after her broken brother whilst Bonnie and Caroline sat next to her with tears streaming down their faces.

It had been 9 days since she last saw her sister.

It had been 4 days since Damon had ventured back home and found it trashed with no sign of the Rippers anywhere. He hadn't known how to tell Elena so he'd just blurted it out and made a hole in the wall as once again she collapsed into herself.

'Not only is my sister dead, but now she's ran off to murder innocent people whilst she chases her high?!" He'd tried tracking them but soon lost any leads. It had taken him 12 hours of sitting in a rundown bar before he'd dared to return home with his grim news.

Elena, Caroline, Alaric and Damon all sat in the Gilbert house; Elena had tried to act normal but the stress of the situation had quickly drained her. She was nearly half-asleep as she tried to come up with some sort of plan to smoke her sister out of hiding. Damon quickly shot her down and said she wasn't going anywhere without him. It was bad enough that Jeremy had ran off in the middle of the night with a bag packed and no sign of where he was going; he wasn't about to let her go gallivanting off as well. He'd failed two of the Gilbert siblings and he wasn't going to allow Elena to make it a full set.

"I can't just do nothing." Elena murmured with a sigh whilst finishing her triple shot coffee. She lived off caffeine these days. Her pale complexion and dark under eyes showed the toll it was taking on her, and despite the constant bitter taste in the back of her throat, Elena didn't have the strength to cut off her new vice.

"We're not asking you to do nothing, Elena, but we need to be smart. This is two unhinged vampires we're talking about here." Alaric pressed a hand to her shoulder and squeezed lightly. "I'll make you some breakfast."

"I'm not-"

"Pancakes? Great idea." He cut her off and continued to the kitchen. He would use any excuse to have a moment to himself. His heart ached as he wondered how Delilah was right now and whether he would ever see the bright light that she was ever again.

Elena slumped further into the couch and sighed in frustration. She just wanted her sister. Vampire or not, Delilah was her family and she needed her.

"Elena?! Elena?!" Delilah's distressed screams echoed from outside the house making everyone freeze. The door shook as her fists pounded on the wood. "Elena, please!" Elena stood from the couch as a sob came from the vampire. Damon tensed up and followed the doppelganger to the door. Elena's shaky hands hovered over the handle as she heard her sister's cries. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't want to do any of this… not really…" Elena glanced up at Damon who nodded stiffly.

"Step back from the door, Lah-Lah." Caroline used her old friend's childhood nickname and stood from where she'd been sat as Alaric re-joined the group. She didn't want Delilah too close to Elena just yet.

"Elena…" Delilah breathed her name out in relief as she saw her sister showing mercy. The group within the house couldn't help but gasp as the baby vampire was revealed. Her hair was a mess, as though it hadn't been brushed in days, dried blood covered her skin and clothes, and her makeup was smeared on her face. She looked awful. Her clothes were ripped and her boots were scuffed. The usual put together girl was a shadow of her former self. It looked like she had been through a war and barely survived.

"Delilah…"

"I know, I know. You have no reason to trust me, but please! I need your help. I- I said no! I told Stefan this wasn't me! I told him I'd be no good at it and I was right! There was this girl… this teenage girl that looked so much like you… and he knew that! I said I couldn't go near her and he bit into her throat right there and shoved my face into the wound… I couldn't stop…" Delilah stopped and covered her mouth like she was going to be sick. "I couldn't stop myself… b-but it was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly all of the horrible things I have done came flooding back… I felt like I was drowning."

Damon craned his neck out of the door and flashed his eyes around. "Where's my brother? He wouldn't let you go that easily."

"H-he didn't! He snapped my neck and when I woke up he was driving us somewhere. He was too busy texting so I grabbed the wheel and ran us off the road. We crashed into a railing and he became embedded on it… my leg was broken…" She lifted up the torn skirt she was wearing to show the bruising on her leg and where her skin was steadily knitting itself back together. Damon's vampire hearing could pick up the sounds of her bones fixing themselves within the flesh. "But I managed to crawl out of there and I caught a fox! It was disgusting but enough blood to heal partially so that I could get back here." Delilah held a shaky hand out to her sibling, just as Elena had done all those days ago to her, and mouthed the word 'please'. Elena couldn't stop herself and ran to her sister. They embraced with weak arms and both girls let out sighs of relief.

"We'll help you, Delilah. Won't we, Damon?" The dark-haired vampire squinted at the newly turned girl and nodded slowly.

"Sure… but you won't like me during this." He replied sternly before motioning for Elena to get back inside.

"Come in, Delilah." Elena invited her quietly and grabbed her sister's hand who took small steps to the door. With a look at Damon, Delilah inhaled and moved over the threshold. She let out a small laugh as Elena closed the door and she breathed in the scent of her family home. "Welcome home."

"Thank you, Elena. I appreciate it."

"Do you want to sit down… or go to your room and clean up first?" Delilah's smile slowly faded and she rolled her eyes dramatically.

"I- ugh- dammit!" Her sudden exclamation made everyone jump. "I totally lost the best."

"What bet?" Damon grabbed Elena quickly and moved away from the girl.

"Well… I bet Klaus I wouldn't be able to get back in here quickly – you know, I gave you all too much credit apparently – and he bet that you're all dumb enough to fall for it!" Delilah pouted and stomped her foot as clapping echoed from the kitchen. Stefan slowly sauntered into the living room with a wide grin.

"That was perfect! I mean… wow! Oscar worthy performance!" Delilah gave a little bow and giggled to herself.

"I did really good, didn't I?" She asked in fake disbelief, completely ignoring her sobbing sister and embracing her partner in crime. "I didn't actually think I'd get back in here so soon!"

"Especially the leg part – I mean, even I wouldn't break my own leg as part of a scene! After you've grabbed your stuff from here you can finish off that security guard to fix your leg properly."

"Just be a sec!" Delilah turned around and spotted Caroline glaring at her. "What? I left my favourite Doc Martens here – you know what it's like to be in love with a pair of shoes!"


And I bet you're wondering why these eyes flame red
Once you see
You can't unsee
I have what you need the most

I'm taking everything
(Ah hah, ah, hah, aahhhh)
Best keep your eyes on Me

'Cause you're dancing with the devil
(Oooh oooh)

Now you're dancing with the devil
(Oooh oooh)

-Dancing with the Devil by Kitty Antix-