A/N: Back again, finally know sort, of where I want the story to go. Also, I was reading over the past chapters and would like to apologize for all the mistakes in grammar or spelling I have made. And will make in the future. I'm the only one to proofread my writing. I hope you guys enjoy.

The ticking of of the clock was defending in the silence. Bella glanced toward Esme, she was at at the table, typing away at her laptop, books strewn about in front of her. If she focused she could her Carlisle speaking quietly to an unconscious Delilah. She let out an unnecessary breath, hands twisting in her lap.

"Don't let it get to you." Bella looked back toward the other vampire. "She didn't mean what she said. And when she comes out of this, she's going to feel terrible about saying it."

Bella sighed. "It was true, though." She stood abruptly. "I knew she needed me and I left."

"Bella-"

"It's fine, let me make it up to her by helping her."

Esme opened her mouth only to close it again.

"What is she? How do we fix her?"

"Truthfully, I don't know. Like I said, I've never seen this before, but I have my… suspicions."

"And?"

"I believe you both could have some diluted supernatural blood in you. Passed on from generations ago. Possibly where your ability came from." Esme also stood.

"Possibly?"

"Or she could be something completely on her own."

"And how do we tell which it is."

Esme shut the laptop with a click.

"Carlisle,"

"No I will not accept this. You must have a way,"

"I don't, we have to wait and see-"

"She could be dead by then!" He snapped, voice taking a dangerous edge, very unlike himself.

He turned from the two women, glancing to the door Lilah was behind. "She's barely survived, what if the virus was only somehow delayed. What if it just takes her?"

"I heard a story, a very long, long time ago. It goes, that if you have supernatural blood lying dormant in you, then the virus will expose it."

Carlisle turned slowly, "Any specific kind, or?" Many humans have supernatural genetics somewhere in their blood line. If that were true, very few werewolves would be made.

Esme opened her mouth just as Delilah threw her bedroom door open. Carlisle was by her side in a moment. "You shouldn't be out of bed-" She shushed him, looking surprisingly steady. "I'm fine," she pushed past him, bare feet padding on the expensive floor as she made her way to the stars.

"Where are my shoes?" Everyone stood frozen, the sudden shift in her was startling. It felt like just a moment ago she was writhing a snapping at them.

"What? You can't leave." Bella quickly came up behind her, reaching out to touch her, but changing her mind a moment later. "I - you're still in… rough condition, you almost died, twice. Lilah, please." She pleaded. Delilah spun around, lifting her shirt to show where scars should've been, nothing. She looked paler than normal but otherwise was fine. "I. Am. Okay." She turned back to the stairs. "I don't know what just happened, I don't understand anything that has gone on the past few days, just let me go home."

Carlisle stepped forward. "I'll drive you," and with that she stomped down the stairs.

She was not graceful. He'd noticed that. She moved like she was on guard. Ready to fight back at any moment. But now, now it seemed like the tension in her at increased tenfold. Could practically see the energy buzzing through her body as she sat in the car with him. Her heart rate was elevated yet her breathing was slow and steady.

"Does anyone question your age?" Delilah's voice interrupted his focus on her vitals.

Carlisle looked at her briefly. "Of course."

"Bella said you were being questioned years ago, how are you lying to everyone?"

"They value what I do-"

"Bullshit," He smiled. "What is the true story."

"Well, I may or may not have invoked a rumor that I've had a little… cosmetic work done."

"You said you had plastic surgery?" She laughed, wholeheartedly and honestly. "Who'd believe that. God, if surgery could make me look as hot as you, I'd live under the knife." They both chuckled, before falling into a warm, comfortable silence.

"There is one condition to me bringing you home." Delilah looked toward Carlisle, oh fuck.

"What?"

"I will be staying with you until your father arrives."

She knew she wouldn't win. When Delilah got out of the car she shut the door far more roughly than necessary.

The house was empty, "Where are they?"

"Seth-"

"No, not the kids, I mean Sue and my dad."

"Sue, I assume is at the hospital, and your father is probably not far behind. Everyone is still dealing with the aftermath of the attacks."

I wasn't complaining about the quiet, I love it. She was thankful both Leah and Seth had moved out a while before. Carlisle made his way into the kitchen and I followed, only now realizing how hungry I was. "I'll cook you something to eat, why don't you go sit down."

"Do you read minds too?" He chuckled and I reveled in the sound.

"May I ask you a question?" Carlisle asked after a while, making himself busy with food. I tapped my cigarette on the ash tray.

I shrugged even though he had his back to me. "Yeah, I guess."

"Your tattoo."

My heart sunk, I had a few tattoos, but the moment he said it I knew exactly which one he was talking about.

"He was a friend of mine."

"Just a friend?"

I felt anger creeping up, he had no right to ask, yet I felt obligated to answer. "Yes, he's dead now so it really doesn't matter what he was to me." I snapped.

Carlisle turned and I could see the regret on his face. Seeing his godly features look distressed sickened me. "I'm sorry, Lilah, I didn't mean to upset you."

Guilt crushed the anger and I sighed. "It's fine,"

He let me go back to quietly smoking as he finished cooking.

The food was good, I noted. Far too good to have been cooked by someone who doesn't eat. As I was eating way too quickly Carlisle said. "I do not think you should go back to school tomorrow." It almost hurt how hard I rolled my eyes, and he added. "Not only is it not safe, we do not know who the wolf is. The boy who almost assaulted you is also there."

I swallowed before speaking, "He didn't assault me, he wasn't the one to offer me drugs. And remember I took the pills willingly. He's not a threat."

Carlisle looked like he was prepared to fight me on the notion when his head turned at an inhuman speed. "You father is home."

He was pulling his jacket on when Charlie came in the door. "Dr. Cullen." He greeted, and Carlisle smiled, that fucking smile that always made me melt. "There's no need for formalities, Charlie."

I craved to roll my eyes again but focused them back on the plate instead. "I should go now, I will speak to you later, Delilah." I waved him off, as Charlie thanked him for cooking, and seeing me home. I felt the familiar heat of anger creeping up. I regretted coming back, only bad things have happened since. But there was no where else for me to go.

I slipped into my room with a brief word to Charlie.