Monday at six in the evening.
Right on time. Delilah caught the sound of her doorbell ringing as she finished setting up for the evening. It had been awhile since she had gone this route for information but it wasn’t something she was ashamed off. As she glanced into the mirror in front of her, the woman’s lips to curl into a smile. Delilah White had made herself more than beautiful. If she said so herself, she was stunning. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with only curled ringlets framing her face. Her make-up was natural but highlighted her eyes into a seductive manner. ”Time to go to work.”Dressed in slacks and a half unbuttoned white top, Delilah blew herself a kiss in the mirror and left the bathroom.
”Coming! Coming!” Her voice called out as she crossed the clean living room decorated in reds, blacks, and whites. Clean lines were her thing and she kept it simple. Clutter didn’t suit her. Especially after the ‘break in’….
Giving a shiver as she pictured the state it had been in when she had first met the man standing behind the door, Delilah had to wonder what he thought of her then. What about her had made him so willing to open up? Well, it had paid off and she knew it would again tonight as she reached her hand into the decorative tea pot on her coffee table and checked for a little read light. Kazenite would hear the words for herself this time.
Unlocking the three locks she had newly attached to the door, Delilah peaked through the corner and meekly spoke ”Deman…any news?” Her eyes went wide in anticipation as she threw open the door for sign that someone else was there with her missing belongings. Glancing around for any other offers, Delilah felt something else was off but quickly shook it off and returned her gaze to Deman. Her eyes met his and were quickly filled with worry, excitement, and hope.
“Sadly Ms. White, not yet.” The man spoke calmly stepping forward and placing a hand on each of her shoulders. “Are you sure there is nothing us you can tell us? Anything else that was taken? Someone who would want to hurt you?”
Delilah’s face dropped and her shoulders slumped under the touch. She honestly looked as if she was about to cry. ”No. I haven’t noticed anything else missing. I couldn’t imagine what they were looking for.” Her eyes gazed up at his. ”Why did this happen to me? I have never done anything to upset anyone or….” As if on cue, her body began to shake. ”I can’t do this. I have been doing as you all said and living my life as normal as possible but…being home, alone….and those terrorist….”
Deman just gazed down at her and squeezed her shoulders. “If you want, I have some time this evening. Would you like to take a walk?”
Shaking her head slowly, Delilah dropped her head and let those curled strands of hair hide her face. ”No, it’s been such a long day. But some company would be welcomed, if you have the time…” Her voice seemed to plead to him as she glanced up begging for company to fill the fear that comes with the night. She stepped back from the door slightly to let him in. As the man passed, Delilah took note of the sudden tightness in his form but also of the scent he wore. It was pleasant. He was trying to be appealing for her as much as comforting. On the inside, Delilah smiled. He would be reward if he proved useful.
Shutting the door behind her, Delilah locked two of the three locks as Deman’s voice caught her ear. “You know as well as I do they are not terrorist.” Turning around, she saw that he stood near one of her living room windows gazing out over the city. The sun was sinking low in the sky as the lights began to light the air. “But they aren’t saviors either.” She caught a choke in his throat and knew where his thoughts were going
Remaining quiet as she crossed the floor to her couch, Delilah gently patted the seat next to her. “Then why do you stay?” What should have been a simple question, Delilah knew it weighed heavily on his shoulders. She slid slightly to the side as the man closed the distance but remained standing. “You told me before how they took your sister…” Delilah watched him wince. “So why not leave? I have heard the terrorist have a way to help yo…”
Deman smashed his hand against the wall causing Delilah to jump back and grab the pillow that was next to her. Putting in front of her at the sudden outburst, Delilah’s eyes held true fear for a moment. He could honestly have killed her if he wished. Her pen was well hidden and out of reach. Delilah knew she was on her own should he turn.
Still, she had to go on.
“Deman?” She asked softly, almost at a whisper.
“And leave everyone else at the hands of those killers? No. I will do what those ‘terrorist’ don’t have the brains to do. I will continue to attack from the inside.” Deman confirmed as he finally crossed the room and joined Delilah on her black couch. Falling back on the pillows, he seemed frustrated, almost drained of all life. Well that was easy to fix.
Sliding out of her corner on the couch, Delilah leaned forward to place a hand on his arm. “Is that what you have been doing then? When you told me you never have a partner for long?” Her body followed her hand as she crawled over her couch and rest next to him. Reaching up, Delilah’s gentle hand brushed back his blonde hair, showing the scar that was over his eye. “Are you getting them out of this mess?”
“Delilah I…” He started to protest, to keep his secret but his eyes quickly found her own and locked. For a heartbeat, that remained that way before he broke down into a smile. “You have a way of seeing through my walls Ms. White.” The man shook his head slowly and broke the gaze. “Yes. I am getting them out of this mess. For the past two years I have been helping them see that the course of action they are taking leads to more death. More destruction. More sorrow.” He started softly as his free hand reached over and brushed against her arm.
“And they go willingly?” Delilah asked, her body responding gently to the touch by leaning against his side.
“At first, no. But after showing them the truth, showing them the torture our fearless leaders put people through. The energy drain effects on the sick. The number of family members dead…they come around. They always do.”
“What about your current partner? I haven’t seen him in a few weeks…”
Delilah couldn’t mistake that smile on his face. The man was already on his way to the Resistance. Deman need not say anymore. But there was one more thing Delilah needed, one more thing she knew Kazenite would want.
“Alright, no words need to be said there.” Delilah’s own lips broke into a smile as she made her move. This was the hard part, this was where she needed timing and effort. Rotating her body so that she was kneeling, facing him, she lifted up his hand and held it in her own against her chest placing it so that the sides of his arm would feel her breasts. “But what happens if you get caught? You know they will kill you! How can you put that must trust in the terrorist and know they have trust in you?” Her body began to shake. Their eye contact broke as she dropped her head to hide the fear in her own expression “Who will make sure the people stay safe? Make sure I stay safe….”
As the fear filled her voice, Delilah’s mind knew she had him. Deman reached over, lifted her chin and glazed into firm eyes. “Delilah, I won’t let them catch me.” And with that, his lips found hers. Sinking into the kiss, Delilah only broke when she finally found the tears slide down her cheeks. “How….” She barely choked out as his hand reached around and threaded its fingers into her black hair.
“Simple” He said as he closed the distance between their lips once more. “I know the Knight’s true name and he knows mine in exchange. Knight ….“ Delilah closed the gap and silenced him.
As the sun set over the city allowing for a moment day and night to become one, Delilah wondered for a brief moment if she had done the right thing. But as that moment passed and she felt pleasure take over her mind, the thought disappeared.
