The familiar scent of blood wafted towards her, but it tainted; it was evil. It was Sofia's. Delaney wrinkled her nose even more. Not due to the smell, but due to the source. Delaney shifted her eyes back to the Father and then the tension grew even more as two people walked in. One was a boy and the other a woman with striking red hair. Delaney caught the woman's eyes as she scanned over the crowd and followed them to Vincent.
She watched as the woman's face changed slowly. She looked like she was going to be ill and all the pain that warped her face was pain that Delaney wished she had caused. To unleash that on her victim's would be something that no one but a descendant could bare. Then, she whispered Vincent's name and Delaney cocked a brow, turning slightly.
He looked unaffected, almost bored. But, Vincent always looked like that. Delaney wondered how long he could hold up such a facade. Sofia asked what was on everyone's mind and, for once, Delaney agreed with the woman.Then, the booming word of Nike interrupted her thoughts.
Leave? So soon, but it was just starting to get fun. "Oh fiddlesticks," she muttered under her breath, turning as Father turned Vincent. She would follow them out as the moved in a collective group away from Nike and her chambers. She wished to stay to watch Nike finally give up and crumble like Delaney knew she would do once they left, but she followed the group silently.
~*~
Lalita hadn't realized she was drifting asleep as her thoughts slowly cradled her, but she was. To save the world from impending doom? How can she do that? The most action she ever got was late night and it always left her alone in the morning. It seemed that the whole world was literally resting on her shoulders, and the others of course.
The others, Lalita bit her lip. Everyone was so different and she was curious to see how their differences would mesh together. Would they make a huge family or just fall apart at the seams like a book after its submerged in water? In her heart she didn't want to believe it because her heart wanted nothing but to stand up and be strong.
Lalita had always told herself and others that she was strong. But when a situation arises that she must be, she feels like shrinking away. She wants just to simply hide under her covers, leaving the monsters just outside of her blanketed shelter. No, she refuses to cower in fear. She thought of Nike. The beautiful woman had barely an ounce of life yet, but she still managed to smile and tell them everything. She still had hope. Hope, something that had evaded Lalita for so long. Finally, it seemed to be returning. Yes, it seemed she was in.
Her thoughts were disturbing her, making her stomach turn as if she was on the Tower of Terror in MGM... or, excuse me, Hollywood Studios. She shook her head, to herself, knowing that it wasn't just her thoughts that were causing such a ruckus. She took a deep breath before slipping her feet back into her heels.
She opened her door, hearing muddled conversation from the room across from her. Something was happening just down the hall, but she couldn't bring herself to go alone. She fixed her hair and walked across the hall. Her heels made the familiar clink-clank that she loved so much. For heels, no matter what size, were her best accessory for the spoke for themselves. Clink-sex. Clink-allure. Clink-power.
"Excuse me," Lalita said to the Avian and Shark Clan descendants whose names she was not yet familiar with. "If us'guys don't mind, I think it'd be smart for us to go by Nike and see what's going on." She turned, leaving her finger on the light-switch. "You already closed the light, so let's go." She said, tapping her foot.