Delilah had made a few positive changes to her eternal life. She'd recently been seeing Rosemary a lot more, and even though Delilah knew it wasn't fair to drag this relationship on, the blonde was making her smile again. Delilah had even met a few of Rosemary's friends. However, the most important change in her life was her new social side, which had happened due to joining the group 'Widows and Wines.'

Widows and Wines was a group full of mainly 50 plus year old women, with the old 20 year old (which was Delilah) and one gay man, apparently straight men weren't interested in a group where gossiping and drinking were the main objective.

"Hey Debbie, how's it cooking?" Delilah walked into the brown hall, a tub of cookies and a bottle of red wine in the other, greeting the first person she saw with a smile on her face. "Did you change your hair?"

Debbie, a middle aged woman who's husband passed away two years ago to an unexpected illness, smiled warmly at Delilah. While there was a rather large age gap between the two brunettes, they had grown rather close, and had even started referring to themselves as 'The Two Ds', which made Delilah glad she wasn't in high school anymore or her reputation would have been ruined. The other women at the group thought the name was rather funny, and had even noted how Debbie was just an older version of Delilah, and had even made bets that Delilah would look like Debbie when she was older. Delilah wished that bet would be proven some day.

But that was just a silly wish.

"I'm good," Debbie placed an arm around Delilah's waist once the younger girl stopped next to her, "I missed you last week."

"Aw I missed you too," Delilah squeezed her friends back slightly, "But I had to skip.... I met Mary's friends."

A high pitched noise came out of Debbie's lips, "You did?" She almost shouted, gaining the attention of a few of the other women.

"Yes," Delilah smiled shyly, which was very rare. "They're so nice. I was expecting them to grill me, you know? Like figure out if I was good enough for their friend or be a bit protective. But it was nothing like that! Sofia just wanted to figure out my whole zodiac chart, then she proceeded to figure out if me and Mary are compatible, luckily we are. Then she read my palm and stuff, apparently I'm going to live a long, fulfilling life and it will be full of love."

"Oh! Maybe I can meet Sophie, maybe she can tell me I won't be alone forever."

Delilah squeezed Debbie again, "You won't be alone forever. Not when I'm around to pester you."

The brunette smiled larger, "Tell me about her other friends."

"There's Iris, she has like five dogs and two parrots. And she had to show me every single picture of them in her camera roll. I swear I saw from Dino's birth to his death, it was like I knew that Dalmatian by the end."

"Dino the Dalmatian?"

"Yes. There's also Poppy the Pug, Mitchell the Miniature Sausage Dog- that would doesn't really go but-...... Bobert the Beagle-"

"Bobert?"

"Ugh, don't ask."

"And then my favourite is Sausage the Spaniel. I said if she ever needed a dog sitter then I'd take Sausage, and maybe one or two of the others."

Debbie laughed, "Tell her I'll take the ones you don't."

"Perfect."

Before Delilah could tell Debbie about Bianca, Mary's other friend, the pair were interrupted by the group's favourite gay (that was the title that Cam had given himself, Delilah would never have attended the group again if they had bestowed it upon him.)

"Delilah, nice of you to show your face."

The vampire rolled her eyes, "I missed one week."

This caused a dark eyebrow to be raised by Cam, "Yes, and that just so happened to be the week that you were supposed to make the cookies. Thank god I'd brought a batch with me."

Delilah released her arm from around Debbie and placed her bottle of wine down on the table behind her, and then used her free hand to squeeze Cam's cheeks together, "Well look what I've got." She spoke as though she was talking to a baby and shook the tub of cookies in her hand.

Instead of a happy cry from Cam, a sigh fell from his lips instead. "Olive has made her red velvet cookies, it's her week."

Delilah shrugged, she didn't really care if people were going to eat her cookies or not. She'd rather take them back home and give them to Mary and her friends. After all Mary had helped Delilah make them. "I'll just take them home then."

"No! Let us have a few of them." The brunette didn't say anything else, she just shoved the tub into Cam's hands.

Delilah liked Cam, although sometimes it seemed as though the two couldn't dislike each other more. But Cam was nice, sometimes he could be a bit over the top, but he always had the best intentions.

"Also, what did I tell you about touching me? I thought I sent you that Cosmo article on how to warm your hands up."

"Believe it or not Cam, I don't fancy running my hands under hot water every 15 minutes."

"I would if I was you."

The brunette pulled a sarcastic smile at her friend, "It's a good job I love ya."

Even though Delilah hadn't been the most loving or kind person. This town, and all the people in it, had brought the best out of her. Which is why she could never truly be mean to Cam. The man was only 27, and had been in love with his high school sweetheart since they were 14. According to Cam their life was great, they'd moved to Italy, adopted a dog or two, and were planning on adopting a child at some point in the near future. However all that changed when Cam's partner committed suicide. Cam's life fell apart. But Delilah would never have guessed he had been through such great loss, the man was constantly talking and making such exciting plans.

Cam was the reason Delilah had bought a pair of gloves. If Cam didn't like her cold hands on his face, then she'd put gloved hands on his face instead.

"Aw, your heart isn't actually made of stone." Cam embraced Delilah, but only for a short amount of time, as Angelica called the group to come and sit on the seats.

"Angelica's dress is lovely." Delilah whispered to Cam as they took their seats.

"Right? I helped her pick it out." A smug smile fell upon Cam's lips. He always said he had a better dress sense than Delilah.

"Oh yeah, well I picked out Priscilla's." Priscilla always wore the nicest outfits. The older woman was everything Delilah wanted to be when she was older.

"No you didn't."

"How do you-"

"-Ah, you bicker like the children I never had." Veronica, who's husband had passed away out of the blue when he was fifty, chimed as the pair sat down at their seats.

"They argue like the children I have." Nora agreed, "Or more like my Grandchildren."

"Well, they're like my children." Francesca mused.

Delilah smiled, something she'd been doing a lot of lately. She felt wanted here, she felt loved. And that meant a lot to Delilah, these people didn't have to love her. Instead they chose to love her, they treated her like family when they already had a family of their own. It created a warm fuzzy feeling that Delilah had never felt before.

And she owed all that to these people, and Mary. Without them Delilah would probably have just joined the Volturi again and she now hated who that girl was. Or she'd go back to Forks, and be the girl that everyone hated.

Here she was the girl everyone loved, and that was all she wanted.

"Love you, Fran."

Francesca squeezed the cheeks of Delilah fondly, "How's that sister of yours getting along with that baby? Has she had it yet?"

Delilah's almost beating heart froze. Fuuuck, she'd totally forgotten about Bella. Cue a wave of guilt hitting Delilah. Isabella could be laid on her death bed and Delilah didn't even know.

What if her best friend is dead?

hi, long time no see. kind of a filler chapter again: ) just until we get into pt2. i just, my baby's come so far<3 from a bitch who'd never talk to someone with a wrinkle, to being family with them🥺 i love her

also song has no correlation but i love it