Mother Nature Jane—MJ's bare feet sat on top of the armrest of the couch, leaning back on the other end. "And your house?" Something flickered in her eyes. "Doesn't this belong to Ryland? Are you two back together?"
The blades in Delilah's hands heated.
MJ laughed.
"That's none of your goddamn business," Delilah snapped.
"Oh, sugar." The ex-fiancée pulled out a crystal (basically looked like a fucking ninja star), playing with it between her fingers. "I think it becomes everyone's business. Your visit to Earth smacked the spirit world in the face so hard, it shook everyone's money banks. You got big dollar signs over your head and you pissed off a lot of people in the past."
A smile cracked on Delilah's lips. "Including you."
Anger coated over MJ's eyes, a lightning bolt striking in the reflection of her green eyes. The clouds rumbled over the house. "I admit, I didn't expect my heart to be broken on my wedding day."
"You should've never loved me. I mean, have you met my first fiancée?" Delilah said.
"You live and learn," she spoke.
"And kill apparently." Delilah pointed to the weapon in her hand. "I always liked it when you got feisty."
"Still such a flirt."
"Some things never change."
MJ smiled and threw her star, Delilah leaping to the side in time to just miss the explosive weapon. She slid over the kitchen counter, dropping down behind the marble. "I hope you're not expecting some sexual frustrated sex after this. I kinda got somewhere to be," Delilah said.
Her laughter shook the pots hanging from the kitchen ceiling. "I was hoping I could have you in a body bag after this."
Delilah laughed and her eyes rolled to the drawer next to her ear. Crouched down, she rummaged through and pulled out the kitchen knives. "That's too bad. We always had fun in the kitchen."
She felt the ground rumble as MJ stepped on the floor, moving across towards her. "We still can, sugar."
Delilah whispered curses under her breath and the blades lifted up, hovering over her head.
They pointed towards MJ
Delilah clutched her own heated blades in her hands and slowly rose with the knives.
MJ paused in her tracks, eyeing the blades directed toward her. "By the way, what did you do to your wedding dress?" Delilah asked. Fire flared up from MJ's hair and this made Delilah grin even harder. "Millions of dollars burned to the crisp because you couldn't hold your temper. I'm sure no one still lets you down about that naked incident, flashing the guests your gifts."
MJ screamed and shot her stars forward, the kitchen knives slicing through each one that tried to reach Delilah.
Sparks flew and Delilah twisted into a spirit, travelling through the air like a ghost and appeared behind MJ She stabbed a knife in her shoulder and MJ screamed, quickly throwing her other hand up to send a mini tornado.
Delilah flew across the room, slamming into the cabinets. Plates fell out, crashing on her head and shoulder and scattering pieces around her feet.
She grumbled in frustration and shot forward, shoving MJ to the ground. She put her blade in the air, ready to break M.J's heart for the second time—quiet literally actually.
Pain shot in her lower half and Delilah dropped the knife, arching forward. Her hair draped over MJ's face, the pain spreading across her waist line. MJ froze and stared up into the closed eyes of Delilah.
"Delilah. For seven sins, are you—"
"Yes," she wheezed and clutched her waist.
"Then fucking get off of me and let me see shithead!"
Delilah didn't even say anything and rolled off of her ex finance. MJ scrambled to her feet and kneeled down beside her. She put a pillow under Delilah's head, and put a hand on the belly. But as soon as her finger pad came in contact with her stomach, she shrieked and whipped her hand back.
"What?!" Delilah roared, digging her nails into the carpet.
"It's...holy shit. What are you going to do?" She gasped, holding her hand to her chest.
"Fucking get rid of itttttt," Delilah screamed at her stomach.
"Hush, hush," MJ soothed, stroking the top of Delilah's head. "It's not coming out just yet, dear."
"I still have time," she wheezed.
MJ shot back, surprised and quickly grabbed Delilah's hand. "You can't be serious."
Sweat broke down her brow and she screamed, "Does it look like I'm kidding?!"
"But Del—that's fucking with time! You can't fuck time!"
"Yet it seems to enjoy fucking me!" she shouted.
MJ closed her eyes and whispered several words before moving her hand over Delilah's stomach, careful not to get too close.
The pain began draining out of her stomach and MJ hissed, gripping onto her wrist as her veins grew red and green and purple.
Delilah gasped, back rising as the pain disappeared. It was a sharp pullout and her body slumped back to the floor in pants.
MJ hissed, clutching her wrist a bit longer before pulling away. "It'll slow down the baby," she said.
"Thank...Thank you," Delilah said.
She smiled and patted her stomach. This time, it was much easier to talk to someone.
"You're lucky you're carrying a life or else I'd fucking cut you in half," she said, and moved aside. "How long has it been?"
"Almost a year now," Delilah said. She stared down at her stomach, relaxing as the creature had stopped moving. "I think anyway. There are many nights that I can't remember."
"Whose is it?" she whispered. Delilah snapped her gaze up to her, surprised by the sudden quietness of MJ's voice.
She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. "It's Ryland's..."
She had a sharp intake of breath, moving over to stroke Delilah's head. "Oh, baby girl. How did you get yourself into that mess?"
There were many stories about Ryland and Delilah. Most were rumors and lies that passed down from world to world. The only people who really knew what happened was the universe—Delilah didn't understand the full story and neither did Ryland. Perhaps one day they would.
"I don't know," was all Delilah said.
She nodded, staring at her stomach for a little longer before getting up. "Well. I must be off then. I have no point in being here any longer." She shivered, brushing her hand up her arm. "I can already feel the human particles leech onto my skin. I don't know how you do it. The fact you're still lasting up to this point amazes me." A soft, dying sparkle in her eyes returns. "It almost reminds me of how much I missed that about you—your strength."
Delilah didn't say anything as she watched her ex fiancée get up.
"I'll try my best to warn people not to get you but there are no promises."
Delilah shook her head. "No. Don't tell anyone about...this. It will only make the situation worse."
MJ sighed, the thunder softly grumbling above them. "Okay." She paused. "Too bad you don't get fat when you're pregnant."
Delilah glared. MJ sighed, and added, "But just...be safe. And do something about that child before it's too late."
Delilah nodded and MJ leaned in at the last moment, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before her body began to disappear, dissolving into little dust particles that carried in the window and out the door.
She sighed, dragging her hand through her hair. "What are you doing to me," she said to the little demon inside of her.
Slowly, she sat upright again—feeling a little strange that there was no pain or kick in her stomach. The baby inside of her almost felt—dead.
Shaking the feeling off, her eyes flickered over the time on the microwave. "Shit," she mumbled and quickly stood up, her eyesight going hazy as she stumbled towards the counter. She grabbed the thing that Ryland wanted off the counter and snagged her coat on the chair. She didn't even want to fix the mess that MJ and her left and disappeared out the door, wobbling down the stairs. It wasn't until she was in the car when her vision was clear, including her senses.
But the thought of her ex visiting her and the look of her as she was ready to kill her was unsettling for Delilah. So she moved her hand over the radio and it turned on, a station switching as music played throughout her car. It was the Boys of the Dark.
The band made it to the radio.
Smiling a bit, she forced herself to get lost in the darkness her friends had created—and a little part of her wished, that perhaps she could just get lost forever.
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