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"These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as their kiss did consume." Delilah had perched herself on one of the many trees in the Cullens back garden, she had guessed this would be where the wedding would be, and by no surprise she was right.
The Cullens were very predictable.
And as she watched the happy couple kiss under the white flowers, she couldn't help but let the words of Shakespeare flow from her lips.
"..thus with a kiss I die." She spoke as she watched the vampire and human seal their marriage as their lips met. A part of Delilah felt the quote to be fitting, with the kiss Isabella was sealing her fate. She would become a vampire to the supernatural world, but to the human world. She would be dead.
For a few seconds, Delilah envied Isabella. For those without a choice were always jealous of those with. Delilah had lost her sense of freewill, her God was no longer a man in the sky with infinite power and wisdom, but a man who sat upon a throne made of fear.
When she was human, Delilah never understand why Rosalie hated Bella so much. But now she perfectly understood. Bella had a choice in everything she did. Delilah did not, and neither did Rosalie. It may have taken a while for her to realise, but it was so obvious now.
Isabella had a choice on if she would involve Delilah in the vampire world that day on the doorstep.
She chose for Delilah. She took away her free will that day, and sealed her fate.
As the brunette felt her anger bubble up in her, she moved her eyes to Rosalie. Somehow all of the sour feelings melt away.
She looked beautiful. It was as if Rosalie was the only girl that had ever existed. "Shall I compare thee to a summers day?" Delilah almost giggled at her words, not even human her would quote Shakespeare like this, "Thou art more lovely and more temperature...." Was Delilah's love for Rosalie hot like a Summers day? She wasn't sure anymore.
There were definitely feelings there. The two hadn't even properly spoken in months and yet Delilah fell asleep to the thought of Rosalie's lips. She craved to feel them just one more time. However, she wasn't sure if she could do that to herself. Rosalie had hurt her more than anyone else ever had, Delilah felt as though she owed it to her human self to stay away from Rosalie. But that was easier said than done.
And as Delilah's now brown eyes followed the movements of the blonde, she couldn't help but feel her frozen blood run cold at the sight of her talking to three very familiar people.
Maya George looked beautiful. She was wearing a pink pantsuit that complimented her perfectly. Delilah could hardly believe her sister was wearing any colour but black. She could also hardly believe the girl was here.
"Are you shitting me?" She spoke out loud, unbothered by the paranoid thought of any of the vampires picking up on her voice. She knew she'd manipulated them into not being able to hear her. "Did they actually-?" Delilah's words trailed off.
