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ofwright:

@delilahelena

strip clubs were an unimaginable territory. seen in movies, read about in books, but never something to see in person. it was hot && dense, the smell of smoke lingering on everything like a cloud. he stared down at his shoes as they entered, like that would shield him from the scantily dressed women around. why anyone would want to spend their birthday here was beyond him, there was no  enjoyment found in this place. his friend kept saying it was awesome, that he loved it, but kit just felt out of place, similar to a bug under a microscope. his friend had come to get a discounted lap dance, ⁽ a real treat to feel a half naked girl grinding on you over your cargo pants ⁾ , so he opted to stay behind. he stood as far away from the strippers women as possible, in the darkest corner of the room. beads of sweat clung to his forehead ⁽ he regretted wearing a flannel ⁾ as he scrolled through his phone, impatiently waiting for his friend. he looked up when he felt someone staring at him, making eye contact with a girl. the feeling was similar to hitting a brick wall- initial shock && then the world falling out of place. he avoided looking anywhere but her eyes, although that was too intimidating, so he turned his gaze to stare at his shoes. BOY, WHAT GREAT SHOELACES. ‘ uh, sorry. ’ he wasn’t sure why he was apologizing, his meek voice barely audible over the blaring music.

helena’s human form danced upon the stage with poles in it, stripping her main source of income, as making deals and robbing humans of their souls didn’t quite pay the bills necessary on the living realm called earth. there was no reason to miss the demons ‘home’, as her place of work was just as hot as it. sweaty bodies in a closed room, drunk men hard as bodies rub against them for money, the room itself was borderline humid. if she wasn’t in her bra and underwear she would have passed out from heat exhaustion, or perhaps she was over exaggerating. strip clubs were the best places to make deals, as you gave someone a lapdance you could see how pathetic they truly are, coming to this horrendous place to get drunk and forget the woes of their real life, they are just begging to be preyed on by the demon. it was one of those nights, empty except for the drunkards trying to ignore reality in the sight of a womans breasts, the only exception were two young boys that obviously did not fit with the crowd. one was enjoying himself, feeling one of her coworkers grind on him, while the other hid in the corner. almost hidden from view, the only way she saw him in the dim room was from the light of his phone projecting on his face, and it was safe to say she was intrigued. she made her way towards him, unsure what she was going to do herself, but knowing either way it would be fun. he looked up for a second, his brown eyes meeting her hazels, and just as quickly he looked away. a small chuckle left her lips, possibly unheard by the boy, possibly not. “what are you apologizing for? we simply made eye contact, nothing wrong with that.” she spoke to him, as if the setting and her lack of clothes made a difference.

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ofwright:

‘ i’m still talking to you, am i not ?  ’ he couldn’t come up with a better example than that, that fact alone proving to himself that he might’ve not hated her after all. she kept him company, even if it was uncomfortable. he rolled his eyes at her body comment, assuming it was best to let it go. he couldn’t ever understand what that meant, && it seemed unlikely she was going to explain it anytime soon. ‘ i’m not lying. ’ he wasn’t sure why  he got so offended at that suggestion, eyes narrowing. he took out his phone, showing her the screen to prove it. he didn’t owe her any proof, but he felt the need to let her see it anyway. he crossed his arms uncomfortably, saying his name was like pulling a tooth. he wasn’t sure where his disdain for it came from, but his parents thought it might have something to do with the fact that it was used while he was in the system. ‘ just… call me kit. ’ he looked to the floor again, chewing on his cheek for a moment, needing to do something  to distract himself from her stare. it felt like she was looking through him, even though her eyes were on him. layman's ?  he liked to think  he had a pretty decent vocabulary, but he had no clue what that meant. best to ignore that too, before she called him a baby. ten minute walk ?  he could do that. better than standing in the cold all night. ‘ let’s go then. ’ he pushed past her gently, darth vader rattling on his bag. the comforting noise that reminded him that despite of anything this lady said, he’d be able to go home. && knowing he was going to help keep her safe by walking her home ?  well, that was a good feeling.

“that is true, but that’s more because i’m harassing you rather than you talking to me on your own free will.” she wasn’t afraid to admit she was forcing him in this conversation, it was all apart of who she was. she was usually good at picking up body language and social queues, which means she did not miss that eye roll. “what was that for?” she questioned, her voice a bit harsh as she felt offended. as he showed her his phone to prove he wasn’t lying she quickly grabbed his phone out of his hand, going through his twitter before adding herself. “now i can dm you.” she winked, her teasing nature back again. her twitter was more what delilah’s was before, and while she didn’t fully understand it she was starting to think she was getting the hang of it. now it was her turn to roll her eyes, as he maneuvered around telling her his first name. “i’ll call you kit, but i still want to know your first name. i’m very good at persuading people into giving me what i want, so i will find out one way or another, just make it easier for us both and tell me right now.” perhaps she was trying to sound more skillful than she actually was, because in reality her ‘persuasion’ was either annoying the person until she got what she wanted or torture. “so what’s given you the change of heart on me? you went from desperately trying to escape me, to walking me home?” she questioned, wondering if he was starting to warm up to her or just using this as a way to drop her off and forget about her. 

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ofwright:

‘ i don’t dislike  you. ’ he couldn’t flat out tell her she was scary && a bit  annoying, so that was the friendliest thing he could muster that wasn’t a flat out lie. he only got more confused as she went on about how important religion used to be, not seeing how there could be much of a difference. ‘ you’re only five years older than me. ’ he slowly took out his phone, only to see it was a notification from twitter, telling him two of his followers like the same photo. who cares ?  ‘  it was nobody. ’ he mumbled, putting his phone away again, looking back up at her after. she really wasn’t going away anytime soon. he scoffed when she brought up a punishment, she really did  sound like a bond villain. maybe he could be ⁰⁰⁷. ‘ it’s my middle name. ’ he clarified. ‘ i don’t like my first name. ’ he was quick to stick with the subject of his own name, not wanting to say that he preferred helena now, after that biblical story. maybe delilah was fitting for her, though. he could imagine lots of girls && boys falling for her, if she wasn’t so wild. but maybe that’s why someone would like her. to be exhilarated in her presence. ‘ my dad says that’s called an old soul. ’ his face visibly softened at the mention of mr. wright, actually wanting to go back to his family while all these murders were happening. it wasn’t safe && he missed them. ‘ do you have a place to stay that’s nearby? i can walk you. ’ AKA it’s a school night.

“prove it, cuz i don’t believe you in the slightest bit.” she was interested now, and curious how he would prove it to her, because he seemed to be lying right now. she rolled her eyes, he was obviously not understanding what she was hinting at, so young and naive and so easy to play with. “i told you, only my body is, silly boy.” she was getting used to that now, calling him silly or baby boy, he was one. “are you lying? i don’t take well to liars.” she herself was a liar, an avid one, but she didn’t like when others lied to her. it was one thing to play the game, and another to be played. she herself to the naive and young seemed villainous and ominous, but in her neck of the woods she was far from the evil and chaos others could cause in this small town. “well what’s your first name? i gave you two options of a name for me, only fair for me for you to give me your two options.” even if he told her his first name she would most likely stick with kit, unless she really wanted to annoy him, which she could imagine would happen often. “i suppose you could call it that, in laymans terms that’s what i am.” she could only wonder how long he had been in town, and if he had even heard of the demon possessions, the thought seemingly not crossing his mind despite all her little hints. “now you want to walk me? i thought i was walking you. but yes, i do have somewhere to stay, it’s maybe a ten minute walk or so.” it was a shitty apartment, the only thing the stripper could afford in the town.

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ofwright:

‘ fine, you’re not a person on the street, you’re a DELILAH on the street. ’ he stopped walking, straightening his back again to try to prove he wasn’t  scared of her. he scoffed at her pet names, wondering if she did this to every person she met or if he was just lucky. he wasn’t sure how he was breaking her heart, thinking he was being rather polite, considering their situation. ‘ i didn’t know that. ’ he felt his phone buzz, indicating that someone  was probably looking for him. she was really messing up his route. religion was taught to him by the wrights, but he could never seem to remember the stories ——  he always got them mixed up. ‘ would you like me to call you helena ?  ’ not that it MATTERED, he figured this was his last time seeing her. but he was too polite to call someone something other than a preferred name. ‘ my name is kit. ’ he spoke very hesitantly —— like his name was something he had to savor, keep for himself. he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused by her statement about her age. he didn’t see how anyone could be anything other  than their age. was that a drug thing ?  ‘ so… are you twenty-six or not ?  ’ he ignored her using the term mommy, not wanting to give her a reaction and egg it on. truthfully, he found the name creepy, but telling this helena that would only make her bully him about it.

“i’m getting the impression that you don’t like me very much, but i can’t seem to think why.” it was total bullshit, she was intentionally bothering him, she knew why he most likely didn’t like her. then again the younger boy should be thankful to have an attractive woman speaking to him, but then again he never confirmed nor denied if she was his type. “i’m not surprised, the christian religion isn’t as popular as it was back in my day. when i was your age i was expected to know almost every story or i was a heretic. you’ve all got it lucky now.” if anything this would make him even more confused about her ‘mysterious’ age. hearing the buzz and vibration of a phone and knowing it wasn’t hers, or rather delilah’s, she could only assume it was him. “are you going to check that?” she asked, wondering who it was and what more she could learn about the boy from it. “no, you can call me delilah if you’d like, it was your first choice.” she had no idea what name to go by, telling some she was helena and others she was delilah, it was a good thing the girl hadn’t been popular before her death. “i didn’t think you’d tell me, but i’m glad you did. kit, short and simple, i like it. better not be a fake name, or i’ll have to punish you.” her voice was flirtatious with this, but her cackle following it showed she wasn’t entirely serious. “i told you, i am and i’m not. my body is twenty six, but my mind is much older.” she pointed to her mind as she said this, knowing she seemed even more crazy to the boy now. 

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pxrkerxrory:

“I am not always a big fan of sharing but I can share too after all sharing is caring.” she said and chuckled lightly. “Alright I will remember that for next time, I am rory by the way.”

“quite contradictory, it’s very funny.” she couldn’t understand how someone didn’t like sharing, but believed sharing was caring and shared anyway. “i honestly did not think you would go along with this, but i’m not complaining. i’m helena.”

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excommunicxte:

“Maybe she sucked someone’s dick for it, I’d do it if I had to. But I’m pretty certain I know how this one got the job though, have you seen my ass and legs? They’re fantastic.” Angel declared proudly. “I know, there are so many people to choose from, I want to play with all of them.”

“who knows, i don’t know shit about this bitch. then again this town is so small, not enough strippers here so they might take anyone. you got a good body, and a hot one too. no wonder everyone wants a lap dance from you.” she teased them, her coworker understanding what it was like. “i like the young ones, playing around with their silly little minds, they don’t even realize what’s happening until it’s too late!”

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pxrkerxrory:

“You can have one lick if you want to I don’t mind that at all.” she said and looked at the other with a smile. “of course next time you also get one…promise.”

“and here i thought you didn’t like sharing.” she gave the girl a questioning stare, then leaned over to get a quick lick of her lolly pop. “good, and i like the surprise ones, the mystery is the best part.”

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ofwright:

‘ i guess since you went from being a robber  to being some person on a street, i do like you a little more. ’ not saying much though, it was like going from a ���¹⁰⁰ relationship to ⁻⁵⁰ in the sims. he clenched his fist around his pocket knife, thankful he didn’t whip it out after her little comment. there was nothing he could say to defend himself there, she called him out. he took another couple steps back, needing the distance now. ‘ i do not have a mommy kink. ’ he shook his head quickly, never expecting to say that in his life. especially not to someone he just met. ‘ delilah. ’ he decided, thinking that was a very pretty name for such a vulgar girl. he liked the irony of it. && no, he wasn’t going to tell her his name. ‘ you’re like, i dunno, twenty-five. ’ his mom always told him to compliment people by shaving off the number of years they looked like, && although he doubted delilah would care, he still followed through with this advice. ‘ now, can you excuse me, please ?  you’re blocking my exit. ’

“some person on a street! here i am, all night paying you compliments, and all you can say is i’m some person on a street? baby boy, you’re really hurting me.” always one for dramatics, almost every word that came out of the demons mouth over exaggerated one way or another. she rolled her eyes as he took more steps back, if anything he was walking farther from his destination than closer, and he was killing the game as he moved away. “you don’t? damn, baby boy, you really know how to crush my achy breaky heart.” she spoke this, holding her hand over her small breast, the humans heart underneath. “you like delilah? interesting, you pick that name. helena means bright, light, good. delilah on the other hand means temptress, it originates from the biblical story. you know the one, about samson and his mistress delilah, who betrays him for money? i always did like that one, it was always underrated.” when she was in her original human form religion was everywhere, shoved down your throat, and if you didn’t accept it you were immediately apart of satan’s worshippers. even in hell you know the biblical stories, for even that is a story in the book read by so many, so many who would shit themselves at the thought of a real demon in their presence. “well, are you going to tell me your name?” she questioned, not letting that go so easily. “close, i’m twenty six, but not at the same time. it’s complicated.” she enjoyed being an enigma to simple minded humans, non believers of this sudden affliction, and she enjoyed the rush when she revealed her true self. “here i thought that i, mommy, was gonna walk you home.”

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ofwright:

‘ my opinion changed the more you talked. i don’t think that’s wishy-washy. ’ he felt up the handle of his pocket knife, wanting to whip it out just to prove to this lady that he was capable of protecting himself. he had never used it on another living thing, nor did he plan to, but damn, he bet it would it make him look cool. ‘ like i said, i can protect myself. ’ he glanced at her again, && then at his phone, checking the time. she was really  weird. maybe it was kind of funny. if it wasn’t so weird. ‘ actually, you can  walk me home. ’ showing her where he lived wasn’t a smart choice, but he needed to get home && she wasn’t going to move. maybe he was a little fascinated with her brash personality. he had never seen someone like her in person. she was the type of person he read about in books. ‘ baby is only endearing if you know  the person saying it. and frankly, i don’t know you. sorry. ’ he squinted his eyes at her question, pondering. he visibly searched her face, noting the harsh lines against smooth skin, likely a result of drug use. she had very distinct features, though, she would likely be beautiful if she wasn’t so…awful. ‘ you’re under thirty. ’ maybe ?

“does that mean you liked me the more i talked, enough to make your opinion of me better? you really need to elaborate more, how else are you going to continue a conversation?” though she could tell he didn’t want to continue a conversation with her. “oh really, how? you take some boxing classes, got a little pocket knife to swish around? you must be bad.” she continued with her teasing, wondering if he was on the edge of being done with her. “wow, i didn’t think you would take me up on that offer, it was the mommy part that got you right? you got a lil mommy kink, baby?” she questioned, her teasing growing more and more as they talked. she didn’t think she would actually have to do the nice thing and walk him home, nor did she think she would go through with it if he accepted, yet here they are. “my name is helena, or delilah, whatever you prefer.” she didn’t know how she should go by around here, with the name of the dead girl inhabiting her body or her own name. “now you know me, baby.” she watched him staring at her face, rather delilah’s face, which she herself found to be quite attractive despite the thinness and aging due to drug and alcohol. the girl had so much potential. “under thirty is very vague, that could be twelve. you really need to be more specific!”

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xbrklyn:

a small TSK left her lips at the other’s remark. “some would say that it’s too SOON for that kind of talk. you never know who’s on the aftermath side, or who’s the perpetrator anymore.” the stranger’s words seemed as if maybe she had lived in a time period without such technology or that she just hated the machinery. brooklyn could hardly blame her if she hated it. lord knows, she has some rather personal grudges against the industry. “all honesty, i have yet to successfully remember the name of said building. but it’s not very tall for an apartment building, it’s rather thin, and it’s close to downtown.” as if that ( n a r r o w e d ) it down by so many buildings. it was a miracle that she ever made it to places in the first place. she could hardly tell her left from her right, it felt like, some days. she wasn’t sure if the laugh was from her own lack of helpfulness or from the suggestions of the rather. “it’s rather odd, the pickings and killings, i mean. it’s usually a set type of victim and they’re harmed in a close to the same fashion. it makes it seem like these are more spur of the moment killings.” now here she was, talking about the psychology behind a murder to someone that could very well be the murder. would she be an accomplice for indirectly helping a murder?

helena wasn’t ashamed of her ‘demon’ self, if anything she found it so fun to watch others reaction of her being one, but she wasn’t about to yell out I’M A DEMON to the girl. not to mention being vague and cryptic was always fun when scaring someone. “well sometimes humor on such topics makes it easier to cope, i think i read that somewhere.” more like pulled it out of her ass. “and it doesn’t say the name on your phone? you probably should have prepared more before coming to town, otherwise you would be the town hobo!” she cackled at the thought. “no, you’re too pretty to be homeless, someone would snatch you up and let you in their place, hoping for some very generous thank yous from you.” she winked, laughing at her own idiotic comments. “well who knows, the psyche of a killer is always one of those interesting things, and always one of a kind. you can never compare two killers motives, actions, times, anything. seems they’re all attention whores, trying to get their own fame for being a ‘different’ type of killer.” the demon had spent a couple of lifetimes around killers, and she herself had blood on her hands. yet it wasn’t the same for her, it was more random killings she had to do, she wasn’t a jack the ripper type, planning things out and having her specific weapon. 

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ofwright:

he felt an urge to SNAP, to say no, you aren’t type, to not care whether it hurt her feelings or not. but the words didn’t come out, his expression saying it all. he couldn’t be mean to this lady. she scared him && made him insecure, but he felt bad for her. she was thin, unhealthy looking. the softer part of him refused to make a comment. ‘ i don’t think you’re a robber. ’ he said quietly instead, his voice uncertain ——  as if he was second guessing his opinion. he returned his hands into his hoodie, needing to clutch something, feeling awkward when not holding onto an object. ‘ i don’t have a choice in walking home, i have… school. ’ he mumbled the last word with utmost hesitation, knowing it would only fuel her teasing. he peeled his eyes off the ground, looking at her, or rather, the shadows of her face, before turning his gaze downward again. ‘ you calling me adorable is  making fun of me. you think i’m some kind of baby, when i’m not. ’  

his baby face no longer showed irritation or fear, if anything it was mixed with pity, sadness, and just a desire to get out of the situation. she could almost feel bad, but if she did she wouldn’t be herself anymore. “you don’t sound quite certain of that, but i’ll give you a pass today. you did accuse me of being one to begin with, so you must be pretty wishy-washy in your opinions and feelings. are you like that with everything or just this?” she questioned, always one to go on and on with her curious little questions until it drove the other person mad. “you don’t have a car or anything, no ride? you’re making it too easy to get snatched up, little boy.” she told him, despite knowing how much he hated her condescending terms. “mommy can always walk you home baby. i’m mommy by the way.” she winked, giggling a bit at her odd humor. “don’t take it so personally, most are a baby to me. i’m much older than i look. how old do i look to you, might i ask? let’s see how close you can get.” he would never guess her real age, hundreds of years old in reality. “you really should just embrace your young age, baby. and baby is a term of endearment to most, be flattered silly boy.”

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hcrondalexblade:

“gotta admit it you got a pretty good point there.” he said and smiled lightly at the other. “no need to be sorry some people are just annoying without even knowing, they are kinda born with it. just sit down with me and drink a coffee with me then I think we will be good.”

“thank you, i do always enjoy some praise for my intelligence and logic. i can be quite the genius.” it was a wonder if anything that came out of her mouth wasn’t a joke in some way. “i have been told i can be quite annoying, but i find it to be rather fun. seeing people get riled up over close to nothing, it’s one of the funniest things to me. what do you drink here?”

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excommunicxte:

“Really? I’ve been having lots of fun since I’ve gotten here, this body is probably my favorite yet. I’ve always either been male, or  female, but this one is like the best of both worlds.” The succubus mused. “There’s plenty to do, mainly people.”

“mine is fine i suppose, too thin for my liking, silly bitch let the drugs do too much damage. i don’t even know how she got a job as a stripper, close to no tits or ass, are people poppin it off to rib cages now?” she questioned, remembering when she was alive the curvier the better. “well this place is definitely not lacking attractive people, i don’t think i’ve seen a single ugly yet.”

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xbrklyn:

the other’s tone is what started the uneasy feeling to manifest in her stomach. the darkness and her situation made for a start to a terrible b-side horror movie. nevertheless, she let a small smile form on her face, an unspoken way of thanking the stranger for her apparent kindness. “i guess it’s my lucky day then.” her words are practically soaked in ( f a u x ) kindness - a skill mastered by age EIGHT. there were always perks to being forced into the america’s one percent. “i’m rather lost, actually.” fuck, why couldn’t she lie for once? “- and my phone’s gps is saying i’m at my apartment, but -” a gesture pointed out the obvious that she wasn’t in her apartment. the possibilities of what the big bads could mean was something that made her head turn just thinking about. just ‘big bads’ that were human made her skin crawl. but an argument against her could say she could be considered one too. “what would these big bads do exactly?”

the girls body language and tone obviously changed (something that tended to happen when they talked to helena), and that egged her on to continue with her peculiar behavior. “it is, not everyone here is as kind as me, many would leave you to figure it out on your own, or slice you up!” she seemed to enjoy referencing the killer, especially around the new people in town, it got them so on edge. “technology promises so much, and now it’s failed you. well let’s see if i can help, what building is your apartment.” she herself hadn’t taken over this form long ago, but with a town this small it was quite easy to know where everywhere was after a week or two. “sneak up behind you, cut you up or shoot you down, i’m not sure really. i don’t know if the big bad of starlight valley has a specific style.”

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ofwright:

he yanked his arm back as soon as she touched him, his body shifting. he took a deep breath, like he was trying to make himself appear bigger —— intimidating. ‘ i can take care of myself. if you were  going to rob me, you would have done it already. ’ he wondered briefly if she really meant that she would kiss him, before deciding that was a rabbit hole he REFUSED to go down. she was just an odd person. that’s all. he pressed his thin lips together, as if he suddenly became aware of their existence. great, now he’ll notice their shape every time he looked in the mirror. thanks, random lady in the street. ‘ i just don’t want anyone  to get hurt. ’ he finally decided was the right thing to say, brown eyes narrowing as he looked to the ground, noting how her shoes seemed to gleam in the dim light. funny how little details stuck out like that. ‘ i know you’re trying to make fun of me and stuff, but i really don’t think you want to be known as the killer. whoever it is is seriously  messed up. ’

she gave him a pout as he continued to move her away from him, shunning her touch, and she never hid her dramatics. “aw, do you not like me, baby? why won’t you let me touch you? am i not your type?” she questioned, even though her narcissism led to her thinking she was everyone's type. “well i could take out a gun and ask for it now, got you all scared so you would give it up easily. i won’t steal from you though, you’re just too damn cute.” he was so easy to tease, with his baby face and lower level due to her heels. “you are such a sweetheart! my heart just aches for you baby, caring about everyone. yet it still doesn’t change the fact that you are putting yourself in danger, walking so late at night, you’re gonna warn everyone off then you’re a dead slab of meet on the sidewalk!” she cackled loudly at herself, maybe she was a bit mad. her pout reappeared on her face, the poor boy looking down at the pair of feet on the floor rather than at her. “baby boy, i’m not making fun of you, you must be crazy if you think that. if anything this is me trying to be cordial, because you’re so adorable.”