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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 18, 2013 14:22:47 GMT -8
She returned his grin, meeting his firey red gaze with her cool blue one. There. She had succeeded in making him smile. Mission accomplished. But now she had things to consider...a girl who hated girls. Not uncommon, women were usually territorial, especially if they erred more on the side of 'Alpha', which, she assumed this woman was by the way Cain had responded to her via the radio. She spoke authoratively...but not with any of the airs associated with that kind of 'leadership', if whatever 'family' they had could even be called that.
Delilah glanced up at the street sign as they approached it, frowning as she looked around, not immediately sensing anyone. "Wasn't your brother supposed to meet you here?"
She suddenly felt on edge, but she quelled that feeling for now. Of course she was uneasy; she was in the middle of Barker territory with a sick, injured man. Or, at least, that was what she told herself.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 18, 2013 14:39:24 GMT -8
The Devil on wheels
"He should be…" Cain… trailed off abruptly as he raised his head to glance down the cross-streets. His red eyes were rooted to the left, over Delilah's head. His frame tensed and he immediately stopped walking.
About a hundred feet down the road was a lithe, white-haired figure on a motorcycle. She perched with one long leg extended from the side of her bike, her boot planted firmly against the asphalt to support its weight. Her posture was straight as if she'd been expecting them. Curiously enough, she was wearing Cain's leather moto jacket… and his Ray Bans. The dark shades concealed her eyes almost tauntingly until she tipped them down to get a better look at Delilah. She stared at this woman's face for a long moment, scrutinizing.
"Delilah Black." she stated, not so much a greeting. Her eerie violet stare was ice-cold with knowing. Perhaps Delilah would recognize the unnaturally emotionless voice from the radio.
Delilah was nothing to her but a name and a face on a piece of paper "Unfettered" had given Vespyr ages ago, among other names and faces, none of the people in the files actually existing to her until she happened to meet them… like this.
"Go home, Crow. This one's mine." she commanded in a voice eerily calm, yet unyielding. Vespyr wasn't supposed to kill her… but there really wasn't much to stop her from doing it anyway. It wasn't like the treaty between Rogues and Crows was actually real, because Rogues didn't exist, and it was only at "Unfettered"'s request that the Crows were left alone.
Still, Vespyr's cold fingertips teased along the edge of the long blade that was folded inward across the front of her bike's handles, one of them on either side, built to extend like wings from the front grips. The blades could gut someone in a quick fly-by… the halved victim never knowing what hit them until his viscera started slipping out a half-second later. A little customization had turned her motorcycle into a deadly weapon. It was a little cliché of her at this point, but it was still so much fun. Finding crowds gathered in the neutral territories and whizzing through them at top speeds had practically become sport.
"Don't." Cain growled, almost protectively. His crimson glare was absolutely smoldering. His skin was… smoldering from within, seemingly, getting gradually warmer by degrees. Vespyr ignored him, still glaring at Delilah, waiting for the woman to step away… as she revved the engine. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 18, 2013 19:04:22 GMT -8
"He should be…"
Noticing how he trailed off and how he immediately stiffened, Delilah stopped with him, puzzled. She followed his gaze forward...and not a hundred feet ahead of them was a white haired woman on a motorcycle.
Her face immediately dove into a frown and she dropped her hand from Cain's shoulder, laying it on the hilt of her bowie knife. The attire Cain had been wearing was immediately familliar...and interesting. Had this woman been following their trail? At any rate, Cain seemed to know her. There was something about the woman that was also rather...familiar. She tried to recall, but pushed that out of the way for the moment. The quiet threat that emanated from this white haired woman was palpable, and it raised Delilah's hackles. The way she looked at her with cold disinterest amplified this, and she knew who this woman was before she even heard her voice.
"Delilah Black."
Aaaand she knew her name. Wasn't that interesting. An unfriendly smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before the hard mask slipped back into place.
She didn't know why the woman was here, or who she was (Only that she looked very, very familiar...or resembled someone very closely). But there was a thrill of danger travelling up her spine now. And even at this distance, she could sense absolutely nothing from this woman.
Nothing. Not intent, not maliciousness, not even amusement. It was as though there was a void in her senses as they locked gazes, rendering her incapable of gleaning any information about her. She could not predict this eerie woman. And, for once, Delilah thought that this must be what prey feels like when faced with a high ranking member of the food chain.
"Go home, Crow. This one's mine."
Delilah's eyebrows lifted a fraction and her grip on the knife loosened a bit...but otherwise, nothing happened. She remained stalk-still. The light of the sun told her where the knives were on the bike. Ingenious, actually. She might have to borrow the idea. The message was clear. I'm not going anywhere.
Her charge was too injured to just let him go. She could have tried reasoning with this woman, but for whatever reason, she was quite sure that wouldn't pan out in her favour. And, it simply wasn't her way. She had already taken this much responsibility for him, she wasn't about to just drop everything to ensure her own safety.
Did he just get hotter?
"Don't."
Her gaze shifted for only a second to Cain before moving back to the white haired woman ahead of them, who revved the engine warningly. The heat radiating from him was familiar...a little too familiar.
What did that man do to you?
Gritting her teeth, she lifted her hand from her belt and raising her palm towards the woman in a 'now wait a sec' gesture. "How 'bout I walk him to you? Is that agreeable?"
Faintly aware in the back of her mind that trying this was a lost cause...but if it prevented what she THOUGHT was going to happen, then all the more reason to try. Even at the risk of her pride. |
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 18, 2013 19:14:03 GMT -8
Vespyr revved the engine again and ignored Delilah's proposition, an apparent refusal. She watched the way Cain seemed to bristle at her unspoken threat, mildly amused… and how clearly reluctant Delilah was to move away from him. She looked at her. She looked at him. She put two and two together on inferences… and deep inside, she laughed wickedly.
Time for a little… bond ripping.
"I didn't know you liked girls, Leech, what with all the men and boys going through your apartment on the regular." she teased. Her guise was intentionally transparent; it would be infuriatingly obvious to Cain, what she was trying to do to him. The man closed his eyes and drew in a slow, seething breath. His head lowered, but not at all with shame. There was nothing he was ashamed of, but he anticipated a less-than-complacent response from the girl standing beside him.
On cue, Vespyr turned to Delilah with a vile little grin, but her dark tone didn't quite match the expression. "He's a rapist, you know." |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 18, 2013 19:45:01 GMT -8
"I didn't know you liked girls, Leech, what with all the men and boys going through your apartment on the regular."
The agreeable expression that had come to her face instantly fell and her eyes narrowed at this white haired demoness woman. She forced her eyes to remain forward and not to glance at Cain questioningly. The wicked smile on the white haired woman's lips made her stomach flip over.
"He's a rapist, you know."
A lot of things happened when that phrase was uttered to Delilah in a very short amount of time. First, she blanched in shock as the full weight of that hit her; she remembered her own horrible experience when she was in prison. She remembered all the victims who had come to the medical ward of the 'Nest bearing all too familiar marks. She recalled damaged boys and girls in the orphanage who cringed any time an adult came near. She remembered Emily and what she had done to 'Unfettered'. The terror, the anguish, the brokenness flooded her all at once. And in that moment, she understood why she had been wary of Cain this whole time, and knew the woman's words to be true.
And she had SAVED THIS MAN. She could have...might have wanted to...
The second thing (only a split second later) was that Delilah began to shake. Violently. Her whole body was vibrating with rage, disgust (with herself, with him, with HER), with justified fury that was more sudden than anything she experienced before. Sharp blue eyes snapped towards Cain's face. By all rights, she should kill this man. Rid the world of one of it's many tormenters, the most vile abusers that flourish in such circumstances. He deserved it. He deserved every last wound she could inflict upon him and then some.
But...
As she looked at Cain, the image of the Barker soldier came to mind. The half-mercy she had offered him, and he told her he would see her in hell. She would have laughed, had it not been so horrible. I'll buy the fuckin' drinks. She had helped this man, not knowing what he was, though she had her suspicions.
Her eyes moved back to the woman on the bike. This suited her purposes. That was why she did this. She wanted to see this man broken and vanquished under her heel, if not in body than certainly in spirit. Perhaps she wanted to see that from Delilah as well...if she knew her name, knew her gang, maybe she knew more about the mechanic than she perhaps ought to. Much more.
Was she was looking for an excuse to attack?
This man was not hers to kill. If he was good enough in the condition he was in for his "cousin" to not slaughter and destroy, then it wasn't her place. If for no other reason than disappointing the woman in front of her, the shaking would stop as suddenly as it began, and Delilah exhaled, a strained, too-wide grin cracking her face. "Interesting. Shall I walk him over or will you come help me with him?"
The sweetness in her voice belied her anger and...betrayal, if it could even be called that. If Cain were too look up, he would see Delilah's eyes swivel briefly to his and in them see her sheer disappointment and a certain amount of loathing. Not for him, but for what he'd done. |
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 18, 2013 20:22:53 GMT -8
Take it like a man (when the Devil comes for you)
Cain felt every shake, every bristle of rage radiating from Delilah, and it pricked him… but not as deep as the needles of yesterday. It was a little disappointing, yeah; he was really starting to enjoy her company, and thought she might enjoy his too. But it was destined to be short-lived. The man opened his red eyes with a distinct sociopathic absence of emotion. There would be no excuses, no denials. They all would have been lies anyhow.
There was only a tired, begrudging, accepting sigh.
"Step aside."
The feeble arm over Delilah's shoulders would slide away, his hand resting on her upper arm… gently pushing, urging her to follow Vespyr's direction. For her own safety. His red eyes met hers for a moment, stoic.
"Thanks for patchin' me up, doll." he said, earnestly, but without a hint of emotion in his quiet tone. A loud revving of the cycle made him flick his glare back to Vespyr with spite. He gritted his teeth. She revved the engine again, lifting her boot from the asphalt… and took off. Straight toward him.
Cain glowerd at her with a defiant snarl.
Five...
Four.
Three.
Two--
Vespyr's bike made a sleek swerve to the left at the last second and she hooked out her right arm as she zoomed past him, crooked elbow colliding with his bandaged, broken ribs and slamming him off his feet. Her arm wrapped about his waist and dragged him through the air for a moment before hauling him swiftly across her other shoulder.
"FUCKING-- BITCH!" Cain roared with what breath hadn't been violently knocked out of him. He spat blood. A moment later, he blacked out from the pain and fell limp over Vespyr's bony shoulder. The rider in black leaned adroitly, hanging a sharp left back onto Long Beach Boulevard, speeding away like a demon with the sinner slung over her shoulder, hauling him back to Hell.
...And that would be the last Delilah saw of Cain Perrish for awhile.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 18, 2013 21:13:41 GMT -8
Delilah was about to stay rooted to the spot in spite of the woman's 'instruction'...until Cain pushed her aside, lightly. She met his firm gaze with a questioning one of her own and then nodded her head curtly, taking another few paces back and folding her arms across her chest.
"Thanks for patchin' me up, doll."
You didn't deserve it.
"Any time, sugar,"[/color] her voice was low and blunt, as if she hoped earnestly that she wouldn't have to see him again or help patch him up. Her noble tendencies only went so far. She watched as "the bitch" revved the engine and shot towards him as though about to hit him. Good, she thought privately. But the artful swerve and unapologetic slam into Cain's midsection made her wince from the force of the impact (remembering those bone shards). She watched them speed away, hearing Cain's angry, pained voice roar over the engine before they drove out of sight. She would stare after them for a while, seething quietly. Furious with herself. In her minds eye, the Dark Woman hovered over her shoulder, cackling at Delilah's inner turmoil. "Feelings for a rapist? Darling...even I would never stoop so low."[/i] Delilah's frown deepened, but the Lady was ignored, as she usually was. Fucking hell anyway. She was starting to believe Stu was right. Maybe they didn't deserve her good will. "Fuck it.'She turned, starting to head South again, trying to push the now rather volatile thoughts out of her mind, her pace picking up as a thought crossed her mind. She had recognized the woman. Or, at the very least, one who resembled her greatly. Delilah smiled and let herself brood on this until she reached home, content to think of anything other than Cain.[/size] and they lived HAPPILY DREADFULLY EVER AFTER.
THE END
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