keeper (d. Hale)

vapor.

Click. Click. Click.

Delilah's jaw felt like it had been cracked out of its socket as she laid on a hard, dirty floor. 

Click. Click. Click.

The ground was pulsing with a hard bass and she could see flashing lights beneath a large industrial door.

Click. Click. Click.

At least she thought they were lights? She might be suffering from cognitive disorientation. She just wished people would stop hitting her in the head.

Click. Click. Click.

Her forehead rested against the floor as she attempted gain her bearings. The room smelt of motor oil and grime, it tickled Delilah's nose in an unpleasant way. She groaned as she tried to sit up. 

The clicking noise that had been present since she came to stopped and a heeled shoe pressed heavily on her chest. Delilah gasped at the unexpected pressure and looked up into the pinched face of Victoria Argent. 

Delilah had only seen the woman a few times around Beacon Hills. The first being when she questioned Melissa's parenting at the parent teacher conference and the second when she started at the school as a replacement for one of the teachers.
Delilah deeply hated her holier-than-though facial expression and incredibly unflattering red hair. There was only room for one fabulous red head in Beacon Hills and she was technically a strawberry blonde. 

"You probably recognize this device. Pot used to be smoked in a rolled-up piece of paper." She said as she held a cannabis vaporizer in her hand. 

Was she talking to her? Delilah thought as her face morphed into a confused expression. She tried to focus on the small device but her head pounded and the room appeared to swim to the left.

"These days, it seems like all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card." 

What was this whack job doing? Was she seriously discussing the best uses of cannabis while she stood on her chest?

Sure, Delilah had used it when she was school and had absolutely no ill will against those who were currently using it, not like Victoria. In fact Delilah was now wondering if it would at all effect Derek. Could Derek even get high? Maybe there was a wolf version of catnip she could convince him to try. That would be a date night she would want to witness completely sober herself.

Delilah groaned as she returned to the present situation. She tried to move again but Victoria had her pinned into place. 

"I'm glad to see you are awake," Victoria said as she looked down at Delilah with a sardonic grin and dug her heel in further. The tip of her stiletto was lodging itself between her ribs. Surely it would leave a bruise or tear the fabric of her dress.

Victoria lifted something to her nose, "Mmm. This type of wolfsbane is one of my favourites. Lovely smell." She inhaled deeply before staring across the room. "You probably won't think so."

Delilah heard a shuffling close to her and she tried to focus to better identify who it was Victoria night be talking too. Her heart sank. 

Scott's laboured breathing filled her ears, drowning out the sound of the parties aggressive bass as she focused on him. He was laying down, draped over a set of cargo boxes. To anyone else he looked like a normal teenager, passed out from a night of partying too hard. 

A new clicking sound sounded above her as she wearily watched Victoria load a cartridge into the vaporizer and flicked it on. Delilah felt the wet mist fall onto her face. It smelt awful.