Chapter 4
Dalilah
Klaus POV

Since she's still shopping on Sundays, I know where to go to hunt for her. Her humvee stands out like a sore thumb among the more sensible cars and trucks of this town.
She's just leaving the supermarket with the cart piled high and the twins sitting together in the plastic portion of the cart that looks like a car.

Kian, the one that looks like me is playing with one of those things from New Years where you blow in it and the paper unravels. Killian, the one that has my face but her brown eyes and chestnut locks, has a kazoo.

God damn, she looks good. Her hair has grown long again and she's wearing it Katnis's style. She's wearing that orange plaid skirt with a black long sleeve shirt that outlines her torso in the most delicious way.

"Can I see those?"

They both offer them up to her and she throws them into the backseat.

"Hey!"

"Mama no!"

"Mama yes! You so loud and I'm right here." She grabs Killian by the head and kisses his forehead. "And you're giving me a headache with all the constant noise. You can have it back when you get in the car."

She kisses Kian too before she begins loading the bags into the humvee.

"She's cute."

"Dalilah."

"In a tomboyish walk like a man sort of way. That is a peculiar scar she has. I wonder how it happened. Werewolf?" She smiles. "They look like you. Especially that little Kian."

"Mama! I hate this car-seat!"

"Well you're gonna deal with it."

"Why?!" Killian moans.

"Because it's for your safety in case some idiot driver hits me. And if they kill you, or you," She raises Kian above her head in one hand as she picks him up out of the cart. "There will be blood! Everywhere!"

Kian coos loudly and puts a socked foot right in her face.

"Cute. Like I want your foot up my nose. Where's your shoe?"

"I don't know."

Kian doesn't go easily into the car-seat. He wiggles and there's giggling, and it would be so easy to sneak up on her right now it's ridiculous.
The car is locked when she returns the trolley.

"It would be so easy."

I grasp her arm. "You touch them and I will find a way to make you suffer."
She just smiles at me and there's a dull ache in my head as a warning of what's to come if I don't remove my hand.

Roxy doesn't bother looking for the missing shoes.

"Mama, I'm hungry."

"We're going home right now."

"I want milk."

"You're getting it from a sippy cup."

They both moan and groan.

"Oh, stop. You're 3-years old. Ya gotta give up the boobs some time."

"Oh, but where's the fun in that? You know that MacKenzie kids are still on the tits and they're seven."

"That's just wrong. What now, Carrick?"

"I just thought I'd stop by and say hi before I did the horrors of shopping with Gwendolyn on duty. MILF from hell is still chasing me."

"Oh please, you know you enjoy it."

"I don't mind the attention. Though I would prefer if it was from you."

"Aww, no."

He just smiles. "You can only play hard to get for so long."

"There's a difference between hard to get and not interested. I'm not interested in a relationship. Not with you or anyone else."

"It's been years."

"And the rubber broke and as it turns out, I was right, birth control drugs don't work on hybrids so, ta-da, the fastest sperm of the bunch."

"I was first!"

"No you weren't stupid!"

"Yes I was! And you're stupid!" Kian retorts.

"Twins are born together, stupid. There is no first. We're both first. Val and Sean and Bree and everyone says so!" Killian barks. "Hi Carrick!"

It comes out car rick.

"Hey Killian, hey Kian. Don't be calling each other stupid. You're both bright and you're brothers. No fighting."

"It's in their nature. If they're anything like me, they'll play like my siblings and I. What we called play time was mistaken for us trying to kill each other."

"And what about their fathers side?"

She shrugs. "He's the baby of the bunch and kinda got outta the trailer park, so he and his family don't get on."

Dalilah laughs softly. "Lies. All of it lies, but she does it so flawlessly that he's buying it too."
"Does he know?" Carrick asks her, refering to the twins.

"He's kinda got someone, so, nope. I ain't even gonna bother. Too much drama, too much this, too much that, too much you leaning in my window. Out."

She puts a hand splayed over his face in what I call the face-hugger. She had done it to me early on in our relationship when I was being too touchy-feely and clingy. She just wasn't used to physical affection and it took a while for her to get used to me touching her, kissing her, amongst many other things.

"They should have a-"

"They have Val and Sean. They're perfect father figures."

"You're getting it on with them, aren't you?"

"Possibly."

"Eeh, Roxy!"

"What?"

"They're even older than MILF mom from hell that chases me! They're like grandpa old. They're all wrinkily and eeh."

"Oh really?! And what if I were a were-witch like yourself and I aged like you do? What would you do when I was fifty? Turn me in for a model 20-years younger?"

"Nope. Cause that's not the case and it never will be the case. One nibble and we'll be together forever."

"And this is the part where I run to the hills."

Iron Maiden begins playing and she speeds backwards outta her spot.

Run to the hills! Run for your life!

Carrick just laughs. "You can't run forever!"

"Watch me! Here I go!"

The twins both squeal with delight as she goes through the rivine and across the field to the other road instead of driving like a normal person.

"And you say she hates me? Why wear a dress I bought her? Why turn away someone who wants to be with her?"

"Oh, Niklaus, don't you know anything about women? Anything at all?"

I don't get it either. Why would she turn away someone who wants to be with her if she didn't still love me? On the other hand, she is demi-sexual. If she has no romantic feelings for Carrick, he's got no chance of ever getting on with her. Which means she must still love me, even if it's just a little. I can work with that. I'll court her all over again if I must. I made her love me once and I can do it again.

"You don't know about her lineage, do you?"

"Her father was a were and her mother was a witch and Val added the vampire part. Don't act like you don't know."

"Hm. Then I wonder if she even knows." She shrugs. "I'll just have to wait and find out."
I grasp her by the hair and she smiles again.

"What are you gonna do, Niklaus? Snap my neck? Go ahead. You and I are bonded. I won't die because you can't die and you'll feel that pain too."

I let her go but I pull a few strands of hair with me. Freya can use it for something personal. She thinks she's got an idea on how to undo that bond but needs something of Dalilahs.

"I look forward to sending you to hell."

" I'll save a seat on the bus for you. Tootles." She waves and prances over to a cherry red corvette.