AU stuff because I like it <3
I should feel ashamed. I should feel guilty. I should feel something other than what I feel.
But I don't.
With every smear of blood on the wood floors, I feel satisfaction.
And with every mark and wound on his pale skin, I’m pleased.
With every whimper of his pain, I smile.
However…
Every time I look into his eyes, I see betrayal, anger, and disappointment…then, I feel regret. So I reach out and touch him. Hurt him. Then I can distract myself and forget.
To be anything but callous is to be weak and weak I am not.
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He learns new things all the time x3 Maybe he'll learn how to be nice one of these days. *snort* Riggght.
Now for some canon.
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Delilah's been useful so far. For a ghost, she proves to be better help than I imagined she'd be. She never complains or questions me and she learns quickly. She's odd, though.
She disappears quite often, never very far, but I don't know what she does. Ever since she went back to Morroc after she joined me, she does this. Sometimes she'll dissipate into a misty black cloud and go off to an empty room or leave the house all together.
I don't really care what she does as long as she does the things I ask of her. I get curious though. What does she do? After a while, I waved off my curiosity left her to her own devices.
But then I started hearing the whispers. They were loud but quiet. Meaningful but unintelligible.
I thought maybe it was the wind at first. It wasn't. Then I followed it one day. It led me to the kitchen. Delilah sat at the table, looking at me, brown eyes serene. She watched me until I turned around and went back to what I was doing.
A second time I followed it outside and to the wild and overgrown gardens behind the house. I found Delilah standing near a vine covered trellis, watching me with the faintest of smiles, her lips parted slightly as if in mid speech. I turned and left.
The third time I followed the whispering to the study. The door was ajar and Delilah sat at a small table, lips moving in rapid speech. I couldn't understand her whispers. I did realize one thing. There were two sets of voices speaking this strange, ghostly language.
But I only saw Delilah sitting there and no one else.
She turned her head and stopped talking; only staring at me with that serene expression she always wore. I left again.
I decided to give up. Later that night I stood in study looking out the window to the wild gardens. There was nothing keeping me there other than restlessness. I saw Delilah walking gracefully down the path. Only a moment after her followed a second ghost. This one stopped and turned toward me.
Dakin smiled and disappeared.