Part 8:

Eyes hooded, Delilah stood over Markus' body, and whispered words as smoke from the various candles she'd lit wafted around her thin fingers. The power of her magic made the huge man levitate while the incantation became that much more intense. When she opened her eyes, only the milky white part showed and her open palms seemed to shine with a strange light which became so bright that it lit the whole room. Then the light left her hands to completely surround Markus' body. The incantation changed and the body of the huge vampire slowly drifted back down to the bed.
"It is done," she whispered as the lights disappeared.
"Your magic has grown powerful since I last knew you."
"I have met quite a few people since we last knew each other."
"Witches and warlocks."
"Among others."
"One day, we will have to."

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!

"The puppy again?" Markus growled as he leapt out of bed. "I am going to knock some sense into."
"No... he is on an errand."
"For who?"
"Vince." Delilah answered with a smile. "I am finally to meet Vince McMahon."
"Delilah."
"I will be careful."
"It's about more than just being careful. Vince is dangerous."
"You fear him."
"Let's just say that I know enough to not underestimate him."
"I am not underestimating him. I am simply eager to meet this legend."
"Just remember to tread carefully."

Delilah, her hand tucked in the crook of Hunter's arm couldn't wait to meet the legendary Vince McMahon. She had seen pictures and had seen in him a patrician belonging to a long extinct era of noble Romans. His history supported her preconceived ideas of him. However, Markus' inability to sway the man to his advantage was mysterious. Human beings were weak and egotistic. Those were their most interesting flaws and it was those very flaws that made them so easy to manipulate, especially for an individual as charismatic and as gifted in the art of manipulation as Markus was. And for all she might think of Vincent Kennedy McMahon, she knew him to be extremely egotistic. It was that very ego that had himself get his ass handed to him by his employees, by his children, by his wife.
It was also his ego that had him making out with a woman far too young and beautiful for him. By the same token, his ego was also to blame for the Vince McMahon Kiss my Ass club.
Oh yes, she was eager to meet the man willing to not only expose his pasty derrière to millions but to have that very derrière get whipped by a somewhat disgruntled employee.
"We're here," Hunter finally announced.
"Good."
"Don't let the legend of Vince put you off guard. He's just human, like everybody else."
Biting back laughter, Delilah nodded and Hunter smiled brightly at her. He was falling for her to easily. It took much pleasure from the thrill of being captured. She would have to relax her hold on him.
"Vince, I bring you Delilah."
The vampire took a good long look at him and found Vince's sexual aura more potent than she'd expected it to be. She'd met few humans so sexually powerful and, from the cocky look in his eyes, so aware of their potency.
She smiled and stepped forward, her hand extended to him. "Mr. McMahon, what an honor it is to finally meet you."
"Delilah. I have heard so much about you."
"Believe the hype."
"You see what I mean Daddy? She's so full of herself."
"And from what I've seen of her, she has reason to be. That was a very impressive performance last night."
"Thank you."
"You bumped perfectly to Kane's chokeslam. I've never seen a woman bump to it so well."
"I suppose you have to love what you do in order to love it well."
"It's strange however. how I'd never heard of a wrestler named Delilah before. And wrestling is a fairly small world."
"Oh, last night was my very first foray into the genre."
"You're extremely gifted then."
"I must be."
Vince smiled at Delilah and wondered when she would try probing his mind, try swaying him to her advantage. But she did nothing of the sort.
Instead, she sat back and waited for him to take the lead.
"Tell me Delilah, how attached are you to this New Bro
od of yours?"
"Well, I do like the boys and I think we have a good thing going but I suppose you are the expert."
Vince smiled at that and sat back in his seat, steepling his fingers as he gazed across the table at the mother of all vampires, the goddess of blood. She was astonishingly beautiful and looked young. younger than his daughter even and the truth was that she was so old. He sighed. were it not for his master, he would getting her for himself.
"What about your obvious involvement with Taker?"
"Have the children already been telling tales out of school?"
"You came out of his dressing room naked!"
"And you watched carefully, didn't you? Getting tips?"
"See what I mean Daddy?"
"I like my women bold."
"Don't you mean your female employees?"
"Dad, Delilah and I haven't discussed a contract yet. Why don't we do that now? Delilah, let's take this to my suite?"
"Shane my boy, I admire your eagerness. let's take a tentative agreement with Delilah. we'll pay you a cool ten grand for your next five TV appearances. If the public responds to you, we'll sign you to a standard contract."
"So two thousand a night? Kind of leaves me light in the pocket, doesn't it?"
"Oh, I wasn't very clear. I meant ten thousand a night. We'll pay you the same for last night's performance."
"Oh... much better then."
"Daddy!"
"Yes?" Vince asked, turning to his daughter.
"It's such a waste of good money!"
"I happen to disagree. Delilah, what do you say?"
"Why not? It'll give me time to decide if I like wrestling enough to keep on doing it."
"Well, I want it on record that I think you're making a big mistake," Stephanie said petulantly.
"Duly noted. and ignored."
"Let me accompany you back to your room so you can get on the road to our next show A.S.A.P.," Shane offered, getting up.
"Thank you. Mr. McMahon, a pleasure to meet you."
"Meeting you certainly wasn't boring Miss Delilah. what is your last name?"
"I don't happen to have one. Like Cher or Madonna."
"Only without the talent," Stephanie said slyly.
Delilah turned to Stephanie and smiled at her rather warmly, green eyes meeting blue softly. The Billion Dollar Princess gasped at the boldness of the newest WWF Diva and shivered as the door to the intimacy she seemed fated to share with this woman was slammed open.

Part 9:

"I might hate you but this spell is very impressive," Kane told Delilah as he stepped out into the sun for the first time in a millennia.
"Thank you. I thought you might enjoy it."
"Are you ready Mistress?" Christian asked Delilah.
"Almost. You boys don't seem all that impressed with your new ability to walk in sunlight?"
"I only turned them three years ago," Gangrel explained. "The change didn't give them time to miss the light of the sun as of yet."
"I see. Maybe I should reverse the spell to make them appreciate the sunlight a bit more?"
"I beg you Mistress, do not."
"Why not? I find them all too accepting of the gift I have bestowed upon them."
Immediately, the two blondes were on their knees in front of Delilah.
"We are eternally grateful for the gift you have bestowed upon us Mistress," Edge said. "We are sorry we didn't show you the proper respect."
"Make sure you never forget to pay me the necessary respect in the future."
"Yes Mistress."
"Now. go and take care of our transportation."
"Don't you think you're pushing it a bit far?" Kane asked Delilah as Gangrel led Edge and Christian away.
"What do you mean?"
"This subservience of theirs to you. it's bound to get noticed and some people are going to ask questions."
"I fail to see your point."
"What if someone goes up to them and asks why they let you treat them like dirt?"
"Then they'll tell whoever it is that I am their Mistress."
"Just like that. you're their Mistress?"
"Would you rather have them lie?"
"No. but not everyone will understand, especially since you're also involved with my brother."
"Delilah's involvement with me has nothing to do with her involvement with the kids. They need her."
"What do they need her for?"
"Kane, think about it. Something's been lost along the way. They knew nothing about who Delilah was, about where vampires came from. all they knew was that they were meant to be blood drinkers."
Kane shook his head and looked at Delilah. He knew that he owed his long life to her but his hatred still lived through her.
"Did you know what they were when you first met them?" she asked.
"No. I didn't know until I saw them in action at a club. I couldn't have been more shocked. I thought they enjoyed playing at being like us but nothing more."
"Exactly. To them, it was nothing more than a game. And playing as they had been would have gotten them killed by vampire hunters."
"You would think they would have given up after all this time," Taker said, moving to stand next to his brother and mate.
"Never going to happen. We represent all that is evil and wrong with this world, don't you know?"
The three old vampires laughed at that just as Stacy Keibler came out with the Dudley Boyz in tow. Delilah turned to the lanky blonde and smiled at her.
"Hello. Stacy, right? We weren't properly introduced, I believe. I'm Delilah."
"Delilah? Biblical name. you'd think you'd try living up to it."
"But if you'll remember, the Delilah from the Bible didn't do anything good. I stole Samson's strength, remember? I'm living up to that."
"God, it's as if you believe you're the real Delilah."
Delilah laughed and reached out, slowly tracing Stacy's jaw. The sharp nail of Delilah's index finger cruised her skin, making a line of deep red blood appear. The old vampire levitate and licked the fresh blood while Stacy stood by silently, letting her do it. As for Kane and Taker, they watched, daring D-Von and Bubba to interfere.
"Mmm," Delilah whispered, pulling away, "you taste as sweet as your disposition... sour that is."
"Mistress," Edge said, joining Delilah, Markus and Kane, "we have procured the necessary transportation."
"Thank you," Delilah said, stepping into the large blood-red S UV.
The SUV was long gone when Bubba, D-Von and Stacy came to their senses.
The blonde's hand shot up to touch her jaw and she was shocked to find it smooth and unmarked. But she was sure she'd not only been cut but she could still remember the feeling of Delilah's strangely cold tongue on her jaw.

Part 10:

"Master, I am so glad you have arrived."
"Missed me slave?"
"Always my master."
"That is always a pleasant, if not disturbing thought. Now tell me, how did you find my lovely Delilah?"
"She didn't try controlling me master. Though I did feel traces of her power on my son and on my son-in-law. And she made an overture to my daughter while I was in the room."
"Really now? Well, I am not surprised."
"Aren't you?"
"No. after all, her mate is employed by you as well. He would have tried manipulating you as well and he would have failed. Chances are he would have told her so."
"I see. So what shall we do?"
"Well, naturally, I am not going to introduce myself to her immediately. She would leave right away. No, I'll wait and bide my time."
"Yes master. And what shall I do in the meantime?"
"Frustrate her a bit. I want to see how she'll react if she doesn't get her way."
"And if she should get violent?"
"Are you telling me you're afraid of her?"
"Master, she is... without her, you might not be here."
In that moment, anger seemed to overwhelm the master that Vince staggered back until his back hit the wood panels that covered the walls. His master floated in front of him, the fire and intensity in his eyes making him seem so much larger and frightening.
"I am the true God of the blood. She is nothing but an old witch who believes far too much in her spells. I am Vlad Tepes, Prince Vlad III Dracula! I looked death in the face and laughed at it. That witch is nothing but an old woman who would like to claim my accomplishments as her own. Do you understand?"
"Yes master."
"I am the father of all vampires. You would do well to remember that or else your son will live in your place."
"Yes master, I do."
"That is good. Now, about my plan."

Upon their arrival in the city where the WWF would hold its SMACKDOWN tapings, Delilah and her people, instead of heading straight to the gym went out to play. Playing was a relative term to describe what they would do. It wasn't a game for anyone who was forced to play with them, nor was it for anyone who tried to watch their game on a full stomach. It was a bloody game but a game that was necessary for their life.
Mortals were forever fascinated with vampires and various aspects of vampire lore. Somewhere deep inside, they all wanted to be chosen for the gift of immortality. However, it was a guarded prize vampires rarely shared. One had to be ready to accept the heavy responsibilities that came along with this gift. Anyone who ate and fed too ravenously could draw unwanted attention to himself and his brethren of the blood. Such attention would bring in its wake the doggedly stubborn and deadly vampire hunters, hunters who often had a family history of searching and killing vampires, a history as long as that of vampires themselves.
But as long as they were careful, vampires could do as they pleased. They could pretend they had normal lives, keep a 9 to 5 job, get married. but they no longer had to worry about the pesky things like going to the bathroom, eating or staying in shape. They could eat and go to the bathroom if they wanted, work out even, but it failed to be necessary.
They only had to worry about feeding, as Delilah and her followers were doing right now. They came into the underground club and found it surprisingly full since it was late afternoon. But they were passed caring. They were hungry and within a few minutes, all six of them had found willing prey and were taking them to more discreet areas of the club. Delilah looked at the little girl in her arms and smiled, brushing away the hair that had been bleached and tinted black all too often. She looked weary, this little soul. desperate to find life in death and Delilah would do that for her.
"You need to drink from me, don't you?" the child asked.
"Yes. I need it."
"Then take me."
Delilah looked at the little girl's exposed neck and breathed in the human's almost sweet smell, nuzzling her nose against the neck before biting her. Humans, as alike as they often were, all tasted different.
Generally, the taste was the same. And yet each had a special flavor that was impossible to replicate. This one had a slightly sour taste. She'd been tasted before and cast away before she could be turned. That sourness appealed to Delilah however. Those like this child had a great strength of character that would had to Delilah's strength.
"Don't kill me," the child now strangely whispered. "Just turn me."
"I need to kill you my sweet."
"Turn me... please... don't kill me."
Closing her eyes against the needless pleas, Delilah drained the child until she was almost nothing more than an empty carcass. Then, she took the body to the incinerator most of those clubs had and tossed her in. Kane and Taker were already done and waiting for her.
"Was she good?" her mate asked.
"Not the tastiest morsel I've had but she'll suffice. Where are the children?"
"Playing with their food I suppose," Kane provided coldly.
"Playing? What do you mean?"
"They are all fond of playing with their food."
"That is unacceptable. We do not play with our food."
"It seems that they do."
Growling, Delilah went off to find the boys. She found Christian first, two girls, both of them naked, their necks already dripping with blood... they were hovering close to the edge of being turned. As for Christian, he floated above them, gloating at his impending victory. With a loud roar, Delilah fell upon both women, draining them before her quiet blonde could react.
"They," I said as I pointed to the dead bodies, "are food. And like your mother probably told you when you were a child, you do not play with your food. Have I made myself sufficiently clear?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Now burn these two and fetch your brothers. They do not want me to find them playing with their food anymore than you did. Now go. I want all three of you outside in less than five minutes."
Delilah left the room, licking the blood of her lips and found both Kane and Markus waiting for her.
"And you thought she would make a lousy mother," Markus jokingly told his brother.

Part 11:

Upon her arrival at the arena for the SMACKDOWN tapings, Delilah found out that Stephanie had booked her in a match against Jazz. Taker immediately pulled her to the side, his eyes blazing in anger.
"She booked that match out of spite!"
"I am well aware of that," Delilah said calmly.
"That child needs to learn her place."
"Oh come along now love. We both knew that your standing in the WWF wouldn't automatically rub of on me."
"I knew that but Jazz is the toughest female contestant the WWF has had in a long time. Steph probably told her to destroy you."
"And let me guess, you're afraid she'll succeed?"
"Damn it Delilah, I wish you would take this seriously."
"I am. But the day I fear a mortal's physical prowess will be a sad day indeed. I'll teach Stephanie McMahon a lesson about sending anyone at all after me."
"But Master... what if she lets Jazz win?"
"She won't. Delilah's far too proud to let herself be beaten by a mortal."
"But what of Kane? He defeated her."
"She was a willing participant in that display and naturally, she knew exactly what he was. Losing to him meant nothing to her."
"But Master, I have a question."
"If I didn't make Kane or Delilah's mate, how did they come into being?"
"Yes."
"Your Taker, who I knew as Markus, is her mate. Her spells made him an immortal and he shared that knowledge with his brother."
"I see."
"Do you slave? Do you really? I don't believe you know half of everything you know. I have made you powerful and yet you still deserve less than half the crumbs I bestow upon you."
An amused Vlad watched the anger that blazed in Vince's eyes. Suddenly thirsting for sport, the Dark Prince relinquished his control on McMahon's will and watched as he rushed him, the urge to kill him burning in the promoter's eyes. With a lazy flick of Vlad's elegantly slim, Vince found himself pinned to the wall, his feet a good foot off the ground.
"Tread carefully Vincent. Now that Delilah is within my grasp, your life matters very little to me."
"Bastard. I know what you did to me! I'll kill you!"
Vlad laughed then, his golden eyes seductively narrowing on Vince until the older man's resolve melted like snow in the desert. He loved his master once more.

"What's with her?" Trish asked Lita as Delilah sat in front of her locker, legs crossed in the lotus position, eyes closed.
"Don't know. But she's been at it for a while."
"Meditation?"
"Anything's possible. Whatever works."
"Hear she's going up against Jazz tonight."
"Yeah. And Jazz's tough. I know from experience."
"I'll bet," Trish muttered, never taking her eyes off Delilah.
"What's with the pout and frown routine?"
"Nuthin'."
"I told you Jazz and I aren't an issue anymore babe."
"I know what you said but does she get it?"
"Hey, I'm cool with my bitch having a bitch as long as she doesn't forget who owns her," Jazz said, coming into the locker room.
"Jazz, I'm not having this fight with."
As the tension in the small room raised, Delilah opened her eyes and turned around. From across the room, the women's state of mind came in loud and clear and she felt one frightened soul, one worried and the last one arrogant. She turned around and saw Trish's angrily fearful expression.
"...Never really accepted that puny little Dear Jazz letter of yours. I say we're not over yet."
"And what happens to me in the meantime?" Trish asked.
"Baby girl, like I told Red, I really don't mind threesomes," Jazz purred, gently rubbing the top of Trish's cleavage.
"Don't touch me!"
"We're over Jazz," Lita said, moving to stand in front of Trish, "Whether you get it or not."
"Is that so?" Jazz's hand moved quickly, connecting with Lita's cheek. "You got memory problems Red and I'm gonna fix that for you."
"She doesn't want you anymore! Get it?"
Delilah didn't think, she only reacted and next thing she knew, Jazz was on her knees in front of her, the Black woman's hand pinned high behind her back.
"I abhor men who control their mates with their muscular prowess. I despise and hate women who try to emulate men in this fashion."
"You..."
"Bitch? Darling, if you think you can conjugate bitch and turn that into a pre-match promo, I'm going to have to send you back to the drawing board. Now, I'm going to release your wrist and you'll be a good little girl and run along, yes?"
"I ain't gonna."
"A wrist injury, if it's severe enough, will end your career... it'd do you good to know that."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
"Fine."
Delilah released Jazz's wrist and the Black woman rose to her feet, cradling her smarting wrist.
"I'm going to rip your head off tonight."
"Run along bully, I'm done with you."
Her dismissal clear and condescending, Delilah turned her back on Jazz, returning to her meditation in front of her locker. Jazz feigned an attack on Lita and Trish, startling them. Eyes still closed, Delilah turned around, seemingly staring down her future opponent through her lowered lids. The underlying threat came in loud and clear though no words were spoken. Jazz made a quick exit.
"Thanks," Trish said, going over to Delilah, "she's been making herself a nuisance ever since."
While Trish spoke, Delilah turned her back on her, putting her involvement in the conversation to an undeniable end. Stunned, the blonde backed out of the way, muttering about people's ambiguous personalities.

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