It was nerve wrecking to spend time with the man-beast beside her so close to what she knew was a turning point, but when she had made her plan with him a few days ago, she'd known what she was getting into. Hell, she knew what she was getting the school into. Despite the fact she was armed with things Soren had assured her would help should he become a problem, Delilah just didn't feel so certain any longer that this was the best idea. What if it ended in a slaughter rather than an end to the madness that had plagued the school since late December?
Delilah took a deep breath and slowly exhaled to try to calm her nerves. It was futile, she realized, as she cast a wary glance in the direction of her moody companion. "You sure this will work?" Delilah asked, her voice sounding far more uncertain than it had in years. Hell, she'd been more certain of a crazy man's plans to save his past self from becoming his future self than this plan. She snorted at the thought.
At its core, the plan was sound. Garou hated Nosferatu, and she was almost one hundred percent certain this killer was one after one too many owl posts from a professor at the school. Milo Witte or whatever. Kooky fellow, but at least he was trying to be heard despite the insanity of his claims. Few had actually heard of Nosferatu, apparently due to their usual habits of remaining near their own. Somehow, someone asking if they could feed off you wasn't strange to some, despite everything taught about vampires in Dark Arts?
Anyway, since Garou hated Nosferatu--and this was where it got tricky--in theory, Soren's beasted-up self should be determinedly and solely focused on the Nosferatu or Vampire unless someone was stupid enough to get in his way. As such, Delilah had owled the professors earlier that day with instructions to make sure the students were in their common rooms no later than 8 p.m. and to post a guard at each common room entrance to ensure none left. It didn't keep them safe from the killer in the meantime, but it would at least prevent the majority from getting out into the chaos. Hopefully, it would prevent a bloodbath.
Delilah sighed heavily as the castle came into view, its grand gates the only thing keeping them out. However, the guards were expecting them any moment. They weren't the obstacle to the Press Secretary that they might have been to any other individual.
Delilah came to a pause a few feet from the gate. "You ready?" she asked. She didn't give Soren a chance to answer before she approached the gate quickly, her shoulders squared and jaw set in determination. This was the only way.
"Delilah Black, and guest..." she said, offering her papers for examination. The guard looked them over with his lit wand then handed them back. She put the papers into her pocket then walked forward as the gates began to swing open of their own accord. This was it. It was now or never.
Note: Full Moon occurs at 9:55 p.m.