You got to be kidding me

@Delilah

Jacks Apartment
Its the 5 february, around midday
Elena is 163, wearing her hair in a tight ponytail, and wearing greyjeans, and a big oversized hoodie (Might or might not be Jacks, she stole), and her big puffy jacket.

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Outfit: Black on black
Notes: 174cm tall

Delilah had been sneaking around lately. Letting Logan roam free, while she did her own thing. She also knew, that if she needed him – wanted him – she could just call for him. He would do anything for her; or at least she would do anything for him and she definitely felt like he would do the same.
While she had roamed around, she had stumbled upon a known face, the face who never seemed to be trackable by scent. She had followed the face, all the way to what seemed to be his apartment. Some days she had stayed outside, just to keep an eye on him.

This day, 9 days before her 27th birthday, she had chosen to stay in the neighborhood. She had been sitting on a bench ever since he had left earlier, just lightening a lighter on and off. When a demon seemed to appear, she let her eyes follow her shortly. The lighter was turned off and put into the leather jacket she wore before she got up and walked with a safe distance behind her. That hoodie was not hers.

On the inside of Delilah’s jacket was four signature knives and in the back of her trousers she had a gun.
Her boots were tall, black and laced through small metal holes. The leather jacket was decorated with studs along the collar and shoulders.

When Delilah acted like nothing and kept a good distance to the girl in front of her, slowly letting her hand slide under her jacket, ready to grab the gun, and force her inside. But things didn’t go as planned. Not yet, at least. “Huh?” Delilah said, looking up from the floor and acting like she scratched her back. “Sorry gal, I think I skipped my floor,” she excused herself. and let her free hand point over her shoulder with her thumb. “I lost my keys and waited for someone who lived in the same apartment building, so I could get inside,” She lied. She then shrugged and continued, “But eh, I just realized I still don’t have my keys to get inside my gandma’s apartment, and she’s not home…” She tried to explain, lying all the way. Her eyes shortly looked down the stairs, as if she was hinting to the apartment downstairs. “So… Can I come in?” she asked, letting her eyes seek the girl in front of her. Good cop, for now. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to pick up the gun… Unless…

This gal seemed nervous in the way she almost sighed in relief, that Delilah didn’t hurt her. Paranoid. Anxious. One point to the weak side, at least.

‘My partners’… Delilah pulled on a slight smile as she seemed to explain how Jack didn’t want anyone inside his apartment – except for this girl. She nodded and looked away, as if she felt awkard. “Yeah sure. Thanks anyway,” she said nodding slightly before she turned around on her heels walking downstairs and leaned against the wall. Her ears were listening to how the girl entered the apartment, and her ability passively felt how she opened the door and locked it after her. She scoffed.

“What a bitch,” she mumbled, before she took her gun up and checking if it was loaded. Nine bullets. Should be enough – If not, she had more in her inner pocket.  She then walked up the stairs again, listening for any possible intruders – none right now. With a simple hand move, the lock in the door was turned, so she could walk in without brining any unwanted noice. She closed the door behind her, as silently as she could, sniffing her way to the kitchen with the pistol between her pale hands. She was already working on some food, seemingly deeply concentrated. She probably believed that Delilah was someone who would listen to commands – but nah. There was a reason why she wasn’t in a pack.

Slowly, she snuck up towards her. She raised her hands and the gun until it pointed towards her spine. Just between the shoulder blades. If the girl hadn’t already heard her, Delilah would make a quick adjustment, pull the trigger, shooting her just to the left of her spine.

If it all succeceded, she would sneer at her: “He’s mine, you know,” and once again readjust her gun to her head. Forehead or the back of the head, depending on how the girl had twisted and turned.

The girl reacted on the gun and only just turned around to get a bullet into her ribs. A small, almost satisfied looked appeared on her lips as the girl hissed back at her in pain. The smell of blood almost made any thought wash away. The woman tried to put pressure on her wound. It seemed like a hopeless way to stop the blood right now. Maybe another hole in her body would keep both her hands occupied?

The woman almost begged for the gun to point somewhere else, made Delilah’s mind up. She pulled on a slight smile before she lowered her gun a bit, as if she did as asked of her. Psyche. only to change where the gun pointed. The target was the shoulder, belonging to the arm which cared for the wound. Everything happened quite fast, pulling the trigger like an expert.

If another wound was successfully made, Delilah would smile widely, showing her wild teeth. “As you wish,” she said, straightening the gun back to the middle of the woman’s chest. Underneath her jacket, she slowly started letting the knives slide up from each of their place in the jacket. Still underneath the leather jacket, hidden from sight. “Another?” she asked.

The sweet sneering voice was like music to Delilah’s ears right now. “I’m not,” she teased. It pleased her soul to know, that this bitch, who called herself a partner to Jack, was in pain. A wicked smirk was kept on her lips and stayed there while it seemed like the girl was changing. Maybe she would get some challenge for once?

Suddenly, the girl jumped straight at her, which made Delilah shoot without really thinking about the position of her gun, but she was almost certain she actually hit and didn’t just loose ammo. Slightly surprised by the sudden jump, Delilah pulled most metallike objects in the direction of the now black-haired and blueeyed girl. Pots, pans and knives. Delilah almost hoped that a pan would knock her out, so she could shoot a couple of holes before she could leave.

This place was filled with metal; even the gal before her. As soon as Delilah realized it, she hurried to pull any screw or metal piece out of the body. Screw her. She deserved as many wholes as possible.
The girl almost roared at Delilah, which made Delilah’s eyes turn the bright blue Omega color. This was starting to get really fun. They way the girl had jumped right at her made Delilah stumble and she received a couple of punches. Delilah herself were just about to maneuver the girl away, but it only lasted a short moment, because all of a sudden, the demon girl was knocked out by a frying pan. Luckily, this frying pan went over Delilah’s own head and into the living room.

The body seemed heavy on top of her, but she managed to push her away. She got up and growled slightly at her before she started kicking the unconscious girl. “Fuck you” she shouted.
She then straightened her arms locking the gun in. One in each knee. This bitch shouldn’t be able to walk out of here. Maybe also one in the foot too? Yeah. Two more near the crotch. This bitch needed to have problems with peeing and having sex. Last bullet was placed under the other collarbone.
She could hear the stairs give after to weight, which made her reload the gun and point towards the entrance door, waiting for whoever was going to enter. She was definitely going to shoot as soon as possible.

This day. This fucking day was already driving him insane, he had spend most of the time at the hospital as support for his friend. After everything seemed to have gone better, it was time for Jack to head home and give them a little bit of privacy. He had walked, letting the crisp cold air calm his nerves and he really just needed a drink before he would go for his daily flight. However, something was wrong. The second he got closer to the apartment he could smell it.. blood. He was a predator. A hunter. Blood was so easy to smell and it made him speed up his walk, because he soon realized he knew the person's blood he could smell. He basically ran through the door with all his strength in his hurry and he didn't even realize if he stumbled on a few steps while running up the stairs. Jack stopped for a second on his way when he heard gunshots were fired. Then he took a deep deeper breath in realizing who was there as well.. Delilah. Jack then took the final steps upstairs, only to be at gun point. He formed a shield of ice in case she made it her job to shoot him as well. "What the hell is wrong with you Gemma?" He yelled letting the anger fill out his voice, and the brown eyes turned ice blue. The room was always cold - maybe not around summer - but it was cold and he had his full strength when it was cold. It just seemed like the temperature around them dropped even lower, having Jack there. "Don't move or so help me God I will turn every vain in your body to ice.. and I will crush you." He looked harshly at her, letting the temperature in her body lower to prove he wasn't kidding. He was way to close to his transformation hour to be provoked, letting his own instincts get the best of him - but it also meant it was harder to surprise him in the matter.

A shot was fired, but parried by a shield of ice. His voiced was roaming with anger. And she noticed how his eyes turned blue. So clear, so shiny. “I’ve missed you too, Jack,” she said letting a smile curl up on her lips, as if she was really happy that he was home. His question was irrelevant, he knew her - somewhat She was still holding her gun up ready to shoot again even though right now it seemed pointless when he was holding up a shield. The room was also feeling extremely cold. Delilah somehow couldn’t resist the thought that he somehow had lost some control of his powers.
Her smiled turned into a fake-pity smile, as she heard how he threatened to turn her body to ice, letting her get a taste of it already. Her fingertips and toes immediately started to feel very gold, to a point where it almost felt painful. “Alright, alright,” she said, rolling her eyes and keeping him at gunpoint. “I just thought you’d missed me,” she said with her blue puppy eyes – letting it sink in, for just a moment. The fake smile crumbled to a stone-cold expression. “But it seems like you’d found a new partner?” she said and nodded in the direction of the bleeding gal on the floor, shortly glancing at her. Bitch. “Why would you do such a thing?” she asked, narrowing her eyes, shaking her head slightly as if she clearly didn’t understand why he would be with anybody else than her. The fact that she was seeing someone else, was something completely different. She needed to have everything – less was not good enough. Clearly.

"I would've missed you more if actually hadn't left me behind," he replied looking rather stoic as he observed her. Found a new partner, the choice of words didn't make his expression chance. Jack did listen and he did take the situation serious, but he couldn't help but fearing not being able to reach Elena before it was too late. Why would you do such a thing? He frowned a bit, yes, he understood being territorial about an area or a person. Jack breathed out, and took a step further in the room, stille aware of every movement she made - he needed to be prepared. "Gemma," he took a deeper breath in and narrowed his eyes a little bit. "Why didn't you come to find me after I got out?" He then reflected the question back to her. One thing was that she was standing here like a jealous girlfriend, another was the fact she had made a run for it and leaving him behind. Jack took another step closer to her, keeping his gaze at the werewolf even if every other part of him wanted to rush over to Elena - he needed to know where he had Gemma. He knew how she would respons to him walking this close, one more step and he would basically be in her face. Jack knew she was powerful, he didn't doubt her skills at all and that was one of the reasons why he was so aware. "I'm going to help her, and you will leave her alone. Alright?" He walked closer to Elena, still aware of how Gemma was acting. He would still be able to pull up a shield of ice if she attacked again, but he hoped she wouldn't.

Delilah rolled her eyes at his response, as if she had a choice whether or not to leave him behind. Had she gone back to help him out, they would both be sitting in for a longer period of time. But of course, he didn’t think as clearly as her. “Well then we wouldn’t have been apart,” she said shaking her head slightly. Hopefully he realized that if she had gone back, she would’ve been captured too.
Delilah kept her eyes on Jack, while he started to move into the room. Gemma. Oh yes, that was a name she had been using for a couple of years. Delilah scoffed, laughing, and rolled her eyes again. “You’re not that easy to find, ya know?” she said, and blinked. “As soon as I found you, I got here,” she said blinking rapidly, as if she was the most innocent thing in the world. “And then I found her,” she said and nodded towards the gal – somewhat tempted to shoot her another time. “I could ask you the same – why didn’t you try to find me as soon as you got out?” she asked, somewhat resentful.
Delilah narrowed her eyes as he stepped closer and started to focus on every metal piece in the apartment. She sighed sighed deeply, as he mentioned that he wanted to help the gal on the floor. “Fine,” she said, “If you care so much about her, you should probably get going,” she sneered standing still and watching Jack approaching the unconscious woman. Everything in her wanted to tear them apart, but she also realized that he seemed like a lost cause. Maybe she should just end him.

Jack snorted. As of matter of fact, he did know he wasn't easy to find. Him and Rafael had spend hours and years on training Rafael's abilities alongside Jack's to test if even the sharpest nose could track him - but it was hard when Jack didn't even leave a sign of being somewhere. "I guess you want me to be flattered by that?" He replied with a slightly dry voice. Jack had never understood the thought of that kind of emotion, or most emotions in general. The emotions he had learned to express and feel, was thanks to his friends and the people he was around. Otherwise he would have been more animal than human many years ago. "Maybe because you stabbed me in the back and I didn't feel like returning your knife," he pointed out with a slightly sassy smirk on his lips as he watched her.
At least she seemed to somewhat agree to letting him help Elena, it made him tense just a little bit less, but not much. She was right, he needed to stop Elena from bleeding out on his apartment floor and he could. Not even Gemma knew about this so called ice healing of his. Jack walked closer to Elena, but all his instincts were locked on Gemma, almost like an animal guarding its food he didn't want Gemma too close. His eyes turned icy-blue again as he sat down and touch Elenas arm, letting the healing start and once again the room around them got colder and colder. Small bits of frost started to fold over the demon's skin, but at least it was working. "You should go," he said to Gemma in a low voice, even if he had to at some point he wasn't scared to trap her in a block of ice.