Who: Delilah & Damien What: Finally, they meet. Where: Damien's. When: Mid afternoon, sometime after the forum fiasco. Warnings: TBD.
Was she crying on her way to 405? Hell no! Delilah hadn't shed a tear since Tupac was shot, and she sure as hell wasn't about to start now. Not over some vapid party girl and her infuriating, ignorant cousin. What she needed to do was take a deep breath, followed by a heavy drink.
It was an accident, but not murder. Didn't anybody consider the difference? And sure, maybe those few men she'd killed more recently weren't self defense, but it was still completely unintentional! What was she supposed to do? Was she losing her mind? How could she handle this guilt, this aggravation, this pain? How could ANYONE live with it? Especially her.. too selfish to die, too horrible to live..
What she needed was to turn it off. If she was just like they said, a monster.. then she should be able to flip the switch. Because whatever was coursing through her lately was unbearable. It made her wonder about the physics of falling from her high rise window. Did you really die before you hit the ground, was it --
Delilah shook her head, sudden and furious. What the fuck was wrong with her? Where was this influx of emotion coming from? She was supposed to be tough, she was a survivor.. and fuck the forum. She couldn't remember having ever been so emotionally haywire in her life, and it was enough to frighten her for the moment. A drink probably wasn't a bad idea.
She pulled herself together before knocking on the door.