Too Fake for True Love

Chapter 2

The doorbell ringing madly was what first woke me up. What got me out of bed was the sound of crashing furniture. I jumped out of bed and ran at an unnatural speed to only see my father on the ground and his attacker standing in front of me. I kicked the attacker square in the chest, right where the heart should be, with just enough force to possibly knock him out for a good solid 3 hours.

"Delilah, stop!!" My father yelled as grabbed my wrist just before my long, knife-like claws came out. I looked my father with florescent purple eyes of rage and confusion.

"Dad, he almost ki-"

"God Delilah. Why don't you look before you kick?" The so-called attacker said as he sat up. Still filled with rage, I looked down and saw-

"David?! What the hell are you doing here?" David plugged his nose as he popped his ears and shook his black, satin hair out. David was a Real, but had the heart and strength of a Fake. Then again, he has been in the Hunt since he was 7.

"Did you forget you had a checkup, little oiseaux gris ?" David was skilled in many languages but for some reason always used French around me. It made me feel safe, at home... human. Only David made me feel this way and that's why he was the only one from the Hunt who I truly trusted. I looked at him and tried to come up with some lie of why I didn't forget, but couldn't come up with a single one.

"Ok maybe I did forget- But that's only because I just moved here and had a near death experience..." I saw David's green eyes grow huge and realized I shouldn't have brought that up.

"You what? Why didn't you tell me that you almost died?! Who attacked? What happened? Where any Reals used?" I sighed loudly. Shit, I knew I shouldn't have told him. David was like my dad; he wanted to know every single detail of what happened when I get hurt. The only difference is David was more "open" about his feelings and concerns where as Dad put it on the back burner and took a calmer approach to the whole situation.

"It wasn't really life and death, David. Delilah just.....lost control fo-"

"Lost control?!" David screamed, jumping up. "We don't have time for her to 'lose control'. Do you not remember what happened at the last city when she 'lost control'? She is probably just as dangerous, if not more, than you are, sir. No offence."

Did I mention how much I hated David on checkups?

"David, I can take care of myself." I growled silently. He stared me down sending shivers down my spine. Though David wasn't a Fake, the way he acted during a hunt and his glares could make you believe he was.

"Obviously not if you lost control..." He sighed as his look changed into his normal, caring and loving look. As he pushed my hair back and around my ear, I could tell he wanted to say something to me...but knowing David he won't.

"I...I don't want to be harsh, my little oiseaux gris , but..."

"He has to be, Delilah," my dad butted in, making me jump. "Otherwise, neither of us would be here." Dad was right and we all knew it. Without David, Father would have been dead and I would have been captured and tested on by the Reals. Or even worse: the Hunt.

I shivered thinking about what they would do to me, just so they could improve their weapons. I coughed not only to shake off my horrifying thoughts but to break the awkward silence. However, the coughing brought me into coughing fit that wouldn't stop.

"Hey, you alright?" David whispered, as he put his hand on my back trying to steady me. I brushed him off, trying not to seem weak but almost fell to the floor trying to save my image. David caught me quickly and sat me down on our brand new couch. My head started spinning, I started shacking and I before I knew it I was on the floor.

"She changing again, sir." David's voice sounded far away. No I'm not, I tried to say but the words were trapped in my mouth.

Instead came out venom and blood, drowning me and making breathing harder than it already was. My vision changed turning the gray, dull world around me into a clear, sharp reality with nothing but helpless prey. Claws, sharp as knives, popped out and grabbed for help only to scrape the floor causing an ear-piercing sound. A dark and menacing growl escaped from somewhere deep within me. My back arced and I could feel bones breaking as the Fake tried to complete control over what was left of my Real self.

Well this is new...

"Sir...can't...now...do...Stop!...?" I could hear David and my father but words, sights, and sounds were mixing together. The world around me was collapsing, spinning, dying...