You get excitement in your bones Who: Dalila and Darklis Where: Darklis' home When: Bit before five p.m.
Had Dalila been related to any other sort of were - except maybe Tasmanian devils or wolverines or something equally insane - but sharks than she might have spent a little longer thinking about what she was going to do. Okay, no, that was not fully right. Even if Rico and her mom had not been sharks than just being a Palminteri would have left her with a sense of superiority and complete lack of fear of things that should be classed as a predator or dangerous. Like, say, a vampire. Or at least she should have told someone exactly where she was going. Instead she had shouted out a vague "going to see a friend!" a moment before the door had shut behind her. Then she had spent a moment in the driveway staring at the car, keys in her hand, wondering if she should maybe jog across the street and tell Niamh first. No, the water elemental decided. I'll tell her if it goes well. She would tell everyone if it went well, even Lumen. But if it went not well? Then she was going to regret mentioning it to Evelyn and she was not so inclined to embarrassing herself to want to tell anyone else before that. The best reason her mind had come up with for talking it out with Evelyn had been that the girl was nothing if not blunt and besides that, she could be a little forgetful. If no mention of this ever surfaced again then it was likely that she would forget about it and so no one else had to know... okay, yes, she was good. Now she just had to get in the car and make her way over to Seven Springs Street. Darklis would have to live just far enough away that driving was a better idea. For a moment the water elemental thought about finding Rico and getting him to take her, but then she might need to explain and he would probably smell the vampire the second he stopped the car...
No, she was driving herself. She was eighteen and had only been in the one accident, she would be fine for the ten minutes tops that it would take to find the house she was looking for. Having an exact address instead of the vague, slightly fuzzy memory that she had picked up from the Landers' boy would have helped, but this was good enough. This way there was a possibility that she would get there and Darklis would not even be home so that she could bow back out almost gracefully and pretend nothing had happened. She was the telepath here so it was not like Darklis would be able to pick the knowledge out of her head the next time that they saw each other. Except. Except she had just pulled up on the side of the road by a house that matched the fuzzy one in her mind exactly and yes, that was Darklis' car sat there. Dalila recognized it from school. Not that she had ever - not once! And especially not every day last week and this one too - watched her get into it, she just... knew it was hers... yes this was why she had left Jaws at home, this way no one else was witnessing the thoughts flying through her head or seeing her arrange and then rearrange the way her jacket was clinging after fiddling with the zipper a few times before she decided that she was going to leave it undone because otherwise she was just wearing too much black for somewhere other than New York.
"She's just a girl," the water elemental reasoned as she stuck her keys in her pocket and slid out, double-checking her reflection in the mirror and then the window itself before she turned towards the house, resting against the car while she tried to pick out the sound of thoughts in not English. And was momentarily confused because she was hearing two different sets of thoughts in two very different languages and - "Awh." There was a little ball of what looked distinctly like moving grey and white fuzz at the front door. Dalila had seen a glimmer of that thing when she was listening to Darklis talk about her living cousin - oh, those must have been the second thoughts - and it was enough to get her away from the car and up the walk. "Heya," she greeted, reaching out to scoop the little tiny - "Oh my god you are all fluff!!!" And if she had not been pretty sure that she had just heard a third voice in her head go 'I know I am' then she would have tried to steal the kitten. Instead she rang the doorbell and rocked back on her heels, fuzzball sat in one hand while she scratched under its chin until the door swung open. Dalila smiled brightly at the sight of Darklis and pointed at the cat in hand. "Does this belong to you?" Because that was better than saying "damn" at the sight of what the vampire had changed into after school. "Oh, and hi, what's up?" God I sound lame. I totally dressed wrong. I could've gotten away with that mini skirt after all.