corwin and delilah

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: The phone and stuffs
When: Late afternoon

After spending a day and a half stressing out about reflective surfaces and covering or putting away all the mirrors, decorative plates, teapots, and hint of chrome in the house-- including on furniture and televisions-- Corwin felt completely and utterly insane. He really did. A small thing like calling Delilah-- which he'd been meaning to do for a while now-- seemed like nothing compared to obsessively getting rid of anything and everything that returned his image to him. Corwin didn't like feeling watched. Stared at. Judged. He hadn't even gotten any sleep, too busy needing to get rid of that horrible feeling.

And besides, Judiel was friends with Olivia even though he obviously wanted more. Again. So maybe it would be possible to just... keep back and still be friends, anyway. It wasn't as if Corwin expected to really get anywhere with her, anyway. After all, she was probably a perfectly normal person, and any perfectly normal person would never in a million years be interested in someone who looked like him, didn't care for sex particularly, and was dead. Could he even kiss anyone without hurting them?

There was no time like the present, and since his after-sunset time was booked, now was definitely better than later. So, worn out and not feeling stared at for the first time all day, and feeling as optimistic as he really expected he ever would about such things, Corwin headed into the dimly lit kitchen for the phone and dialed in Delilah's number. She ought to be home from school by then.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
When: Shortly after sunset
Where: Delilah's house

First order of business, once the sun had set and Corwin was free to go outside, was getting to the other dreamwalkers-- the ones he'd given numbers for to Billy, which now he was second-guessing as a good idea. Having a number meant being able to look up an address-- Corwin knew that better than most, given he had looked people's addresses up that way before-- so how was that any better than just giving up where they lived? How much less dangerous? Just why he'd given in to that earnest, excited face, he didn't know, but now he felt bad about it.

He supposed he could have called, but in the case of Shannon he hadn't actually seen her in a few days, and in the case of Delilah.... Well, maybe he should have called, he thought anxiously as he stood on her porch and knocked. He probably shouldn't even see her again, given he didn't have the faintest idea what to do about her yet-- besides, as always, keep her safe.

And yet, here he was, waiting to see if she was home and if she'd let him in, even though it was probably a bad idea.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: Delilah's house
When: After nightfall

The first house Corwin usually gravitated to when checking on people was Delilah's. It wasn't really the one closest to his own of the four or so people he made the rounds to, but it just felt like a good place to start, anyway. So here he was, after taking as many alley-ways and backyard-routes as he could to get here, standing in Delilah's side yard, arms on the windowsill,and looking inside into the dining room and beyond, to the living room, for her. He'd move around the house if he needed to, but he'd always found this was the least conspicuous place, to outsiders. Not to the insiders of course, but then, Delilah couldn't see him anyway. So that much didn't matter.

Jade sat on the ground next to him, leaning against his boots and purring contentedly. The other cat was a reminder of what'd happened to Patches, and if he felt at all safe doing so, he'd call them all home. But he was still to worried about his friends for that.... At least Jade wasn't up on the windowsill, catching Alexi's attention. Yet, anyway.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: In dreams
When: Very early morning

High school looked different by moonlight, with all the hallways empty and the doors at either end letting in silvery blue light rather than warm yellow light. It didn't feel off, to Corwin, though-- everything was moonlight to him, now. This was the way it was supposed to be, wasn't it?

It would be the way it was supposed to be if there weren't vampires running around, anyway. Corwin wasn't scared, exactly... there was just a restless energy to what he felt, not terror but something that could spur action, frantic and unthought action. And right then, he was between actions, pressed into the space between lockers and drinking fountain, peering around past the edge of the locker wall and looking for the shadow that said Acherus somewhere on the walls or outside the doors in the moonlight. As soon as he saw it, then he would be in motion again.

Three cats milled about at his feet, and he held up a finger to shush them, just in case.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
When: About an hour after sunset
Where: Delilah's house

Corwin was later than he'd meant to be, when he showed up at Delilah's house that night, Jade at his heels and his van parked in the driveway. Yes, he'd driven. Even though it wasn't all that far to Delilah's house. But he'd been watching the news, and...

... and he was nervous.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: On the phone!
When: After school gets out

It was a dark, dreary, rainy day, Corwin thought, staring out the one window he hadn't covered in foil yet. Rain made it possible for a vampire to go outside during the day, sure. That didn't mean said vampire wanted to go out in it and get drenched and even more cold than usual. He'd already done that several times today. And besides, who'd know when the storm would break and sun unexpectedly come out?

It also meant, though, that he couldn't very well let people know he was back without forcing them to endure the rain, instead. Or his poor cats, none of whom except Davey would go outside for that long no matter how much they liked him. And Davey didn't have that kind of attention span for delivering messages.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: Delilah's house
When: An hour or so after sundown

Getting the van had been easy, surprisingly so. The guy selling it gave him a few funny looks for how covered up he was, but he also seemed to be able to tell Corwin was... upset, or whatever it was that he was. He'd also been able to tell that his prospective buyer didn't care what he was buying, or how much he paid for it, as long as it worked. What he didn't know was that if it didn't work, and he found out halfway to Detroit, Corwin would probably have come back and made him dinner; that was just the kind of mood the vampire was in. But what he didn't know, didn't hurt him anyone. Corwin had made sure the van turned on and could drive in a straight line, checked where it'd been parked to see if it was leaking at all-- though the guy could have just moved it, and he'd never have known-- paid the guy by check, and driven off.

Straight to Delilah's house.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: Delilah's house
When: Evening

Missing Delilah the night before only made Corwin more determined to see her, this night. Since he didn't have plans to go house-hunting tonight, the Barton twins weren't home, and he wasn't hungry, he had nowhere else to be, and if Delilah wasn't home yet tonight he was going to sit on her porch until she got home. It'd been a week since he'd seen her, and despite having a few... er... excuses, that still didn't seem right, to him.

Who: Corwin and Delilah
Where: Dreams
When: Very early morning

It was very rare that Corwin dreamed. After fifteen years and then some without it, it took the ability a long time to come back. It usually only happened when he was more tired than usual, or sleeping at a strange time or in a strange place. Tonight, throw together strange place, strange time, general ache all over, and emotional exhaustion, and oooooh yes, was he dreaming.

Corwin was huddled in a small mausoleum in a cemetery he'd visited a few times with Keith, his best friend back home, waiting. Keith and Jared were hunting, and he didn't want to be part of it. He hurt, though he wasn't sure why, and he was afraid of being seen. It'd only been a few months since he'd been turned-- which, if he were awake, wouldn't have made any sense at all since he had been in New York a few months after he was turned, and this was in a suburb of Detroit, but he was asleep, so it made perfect sense-- and he wasn't used to it all, yet. Happy, oh god, yes, but used to it? Never.

At least the cemetery was peaceful and quiet, right then. It might not stay that way, one never knew, but it was safe for the moment.