Delilah returned to the RV after a couple of hours with several bags of clothes, underwear, a couple of new knives, a few books, seven lighters, food related things and a couple of pairs of platform heels. Over all she decided that her shopping trip had been a success.
She flung the RV door open and slowly stepped inside. The two bodies were still in the toilet and there was now a pool of blood spreading across the floor.
She picked up her stained clothes off of the floor and stuffed them in the bag with the books, shoes and lighters, not wanting them to get any more stained then they already were. She then dumped the bags on the table before slumping into the drivers seat.
Delilah now just wanted to get back to the Firefly house as soon as she could, seeing as she never liked going out much. Unfortunately for her the road back was long. It was also starting to get dark which wouldn't help at all, Delilah sighed to her self loudly as she sped down the road.
"This is starting to get dull quickly. Isn't it, love-birds?" She called out the the corpses in the toilet. Of course they didn't answer but she acted like they did.
"I know, it sucks completely! Oh well, not really much we can do about it is there?" She suddenly burst out laughing.
"Ah that's brilliant! Wait till I tell Baby later! She gonna just love it I tell yah!" Delilah's laugh died off slowly and left the RV in utter silence.
Suddenly something ran across the road. It cause Delilah that swerve the RV to a side so quickly that she nearly crashed.
"What the fuck was that! Shit! I can't believe that just happened! Fucking hell!" She continued to curse for several minutes before setting off again. The thing that had ran across the road hadn't really shaken her up but it had annoyed the hell out of her. She continues to speed down the road, passing Captain Spaulding's place as she did so. That proved to her that she was nearly back. Nearly time to crash the RV and dispose of the bodies.
"Hey, love-birds. Hehe sorry about my little out burst a couple of minutes ago. Must of scared you." Delilah stayed quite for a few minutes as if listening to someone talking.
"Yeah, I know. But if you two weren't so FUCKING UNGRATFUL then it wouldn't be a problem!" She suddenly started laughing manically.
"AHAHAHA! YOU TWO GOT OFF LUCKY! AHAHAHA! I COULD HAVE LEFT YOU ALIVE AND THEN BURNED YOU TO DEATH!" She laughed even more before swerving the car to a side.
Crashing it into a group of trees.
Delilah slowly got out of the drivers seat and walked over the her bags and the man's,
stained coat. She bent down and started to mop up the blood with it and the man's other clothes. She grabbed her bags and walked out, slamming the RV door behind her.
There was a large can of petrol on the back of the RV, Delilah grabbed it and started splashing it on the vehicle, eventually making a long trail of it on the ground.
She grabbed a lighter from out of one of the bags and flicked it.
The RV went up in flames of amber and gold.
Delilah was just about to leave before she remembered something that was very important to her. She needed to take a photo of the burning RV, as, to her it was how the couple came the their final ends.
She pulled her phone out of her cleavage, snapped a picture of the wreckage and then strolled away like nothing had ever happened.
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Baby leaned over Otis's should, still pestering him about Delilah's phone.
"You like her don't cha! That's why you looked through her phone ain't it!" She started giggling, seeing that Otis would get annoyed by this very quickly.
"Shut the fuck up Baby," he hissed.
"Aww, you're just grumpy because you know I'm right!" She giggled again.
Before Otis could think of a retaliation Delilah burst through the door.
"Hello! I return! Doubt anyone missed me!" she called before dumping the food bag on the kitchen table.
Otis stared at Delilah for a moment before turning round and pretending she wasn't there, Baby giggled and ran over to her.
"Nice whore dress! It looks good one you!" she laughed, half insulting-half complementing her.
Delilah had a look at herself, realising she was still wearing the dead woman's dress. It was a light blue colour and only came down a bit below her thighs. It was also silky and had lace trimming. It made her look like some kind of showgirl.
"Yeah, got it off this nice woman I met. Hijacked her and her boyfriends RV, killed them and then set it on fire once I was done with it." She laughed lightly.
"What's in the bag on the table?" Baby asked.
"Oh, did some food shopping too. Though you guys could do with some more stuff to cook with. Speaking of which, have you had dinner yet?"
"Nope!"
"OK..." Delilah left the conversation there and hurried upstairs to dump the other bags.
Mama sat in her room absent-mindedly curling her hair when Delilah poked her head round
the door.
"Mama? Can I cook tonight?" She asked politely.
"Why, sure you can darlin'."
"Thanks!" Delilah said happily and dashed downstairs and into the kitchen.
XxXxXx
The smell of cooking meat filled the house. Delilah had found the meat in the fridge and knew full well that it had belonged to Jessica. She would be glad to be fully rid of her.
The strips of flesh and muscle sizzled in pans on the hob, there was also a Yorkshire pudding that Delilah had laced with vodka cooking in the oven. She had decided long ago that the alcohol gave it a nice after taste.
She was currently chopping vegetables into fine pieces with one of her knives, carefully making sure she didn't slice off one of her fingers even though the blood would make a nice touch.
The timer on the oven started to beep, Delilah opened it and, without hesitation, pulled out the massive Yorkshire pudding. She then proceeded to place it on the table and turned off the hob.
The meat stopped sizzling a few seconds after.
She quickly finished chopping the vegetables and then poured the all into the Yorkshire pudding She grabbed the bottle of vodka off the the side and poured it's content into a glass before slitting her wrist and mixing in her own blood. It hurt but she didn't care.
Delilah licked the remaining blood off of her wrist when she had decided that she had used enough. She then proceeded the pour the mix into the Yorkshire pudding along with the vegetables.
The last thing she needed was the meat. She placed the strips on top carefully so it looked perfect before she put it back in the oven to cook.
Now she just had to wait until it had finished cooking. Delilah didn't like waiting so she occupied herself with deciding to make a half-hearted attempt to clean up.
She gave up quickly and just through everything into a sink. Delilah had more important things t do anyway, like decide which dessert for the family to have for dessert.
The weird pie-like thing took less time to cook then Delilah had expected. Thankfully she didn't have to shout anyone down as the moment Baby saw the cake she started dragging people downstairs. The Firefly's were all sitting at the table a couple of minutes before the pie thing had finished cooking so all Delilah had to do now was dish up and hope that no one would ask her if she had poisoned it.
"What did you fucking do, whore? Poison it?" Otis asked the moment Delilah pulled the pie thing out of the oven. Well, so much for wishful thinking.
"Why the fuck would I do something like that? I'm eating it too!" she scoffed whilst dishing up. Otis glared but didn't reply. Delilah sat down and started to shovel food into her face.
"What's in the middle?" Baby asked curiously.
"Vegetables mixed with vodka and blood, I find they go quite well together,"
"Cool!" She said before putting more in her mouth. Delilah found it quite nice that nobody thought it was weird that she used blood in her cooking. But, then again, they were all cannibalistic psychopaths.
The pie thing when down like a treat. So did the dessert, to bad that Delilah hadn't made it.
The dessert was just a shop bought chocolate fudge cake. Oh well, it was still nice.
Delilah stayed silent for most of the meal, not wanting to say something she shouldn't when she was finally feeling that the Firefly's weren't still plotting to kill her whilst she slept.
For some reason she felt she could be sure that that probably wouldn't happen despite how much she believed it would. Delilah was good at reading people as well and no one seemed to of been thinking about how to kill her... apart from Otis, who still hated her and wanted her dead.