Blasts From The Past: Alittle bit of a prologue
by butterflykisses_xx
London, 1888

Laughter.

It was a sound Angelus rarely heard, unless it was uttered in the midst of a kill by himself or his comrades; Darla, that person that had made him what he was today was part of that exact group, but not only that she was also his lover. It almost sounded eccentric to think that, because never before had Angelus been given the opportunity to classify someone as such. Before he was changed women had been like candy was for a small child to him; something that he wanted bit could never have. Darla was different. Her flowing blonde hair swept up into curls framed her face perfectly, and the gorgeous gowns she wore, draping inches from the ground and clinging to her figure made her look more impeccable then she really was. But despite his attraction to her, Darla wasn’t the one the tended to let out laughs during kills. Drusilla, on the other hand, always did. Perhaps it was just a character trait, or perhaps it was due to the fact that Drusilla was insane-something Angelus himself, had been responsible for. From the moment the vampire had set his eyes on her, he had known he wanted her to be his. A growing obsession was what she had been, and something Darla had tended to scoff about, but Drusilla was something Angelus couldn’t seem to acquire enough of. The girl had been cursed with sight, causing her to foresee things that the future held, and it had peaked Angelus’s curiosity about her. After all, if they had a seer on their side. . . who could stop them?

“Are you going to kill them, mate? Or are we simply stopping here to enjoy their bleedin’ voices?”

Spike. Angelus knew instantly who the voice had belonged to, and spun around. The bleach-blonde vampire stood there, Drusilla clinging to his arm. It was she who had been eager to change the man, and yet, Angelus could never begin to relish his company.
There was just something about him that caused Angelus’s unflowing blood to curdle. “Shut up, Spike,” he said in more of a growl than anything.

His attention was then drawn back to the playground where his eyes had first been set. Two boys, and a girl all hung on the structure; laughing as they taunted each other with innocent cries of, “catch me if you can”. Oh, I can... Angel thought to himself as a smirk played across his features. He turned back to his fellow vampires, and pulled Darla closer to him, by her waist. When Darla returned his smirk, he hungrily kissed her lips and when she broke the passionate moment between the two, he felt her hand placed onto his chest.

“Let’s do it.”

Her words echoed in his mind, and gleefully, he headed towards the playground. Upon taking delicate steps, he noticed a couple seated on a wooden bench; arms wrapped around each other. Angelus could only assume that they were the children’s parents, but yet, that didn’t matter, because to them, they were dinner.

Angelus lead the pack-as he always did, with Darla at his side, and discreetly, he motioned for Spike and Drusilla to make their way towards the slide where the children were now. They obeyed, and reluctantly, Darla had stepped away from him, knowing it would seem suspicious if they were so close together. The people of London didn’t live in sin, and if they did, the kept it confided in their houses, as public displays were prohibited. She’d already gotten into character, looking flustered and upset, and Angelus had to conceal the smile that wanted to break out on his face.

“Darling, I just don’t know where they could’ve run off to,” Darla said slowly. “I just left them for a moment while I ran to give Mrs. Copperfield the loaf she’d asked for, surely they’re around here somewhere!”

“Now, now, lass. I’m sure they’re just playing some game,” Angelus replied, moving his eyes across the playground and forcefully landing them on the couple. He made his features seem as if he’d just noticed them for the first time that night, and turned back to Darla. “Maybe these kind folk will now where our children are?” he suggested.

On cue, Darla crossed over to the bench, and even though she knew they had heard the two of them, she pretended she didn’t, just like Angelus had done moments before. “Excuse me, I’m dreadfully sorry to bother you at such a time, but my children... they were here a moment ago, and now they’re gone.” She forced tears to spring at the corners of her eyes before continuing, “please, I beg of you, have you seen them?”

The two looked up, and the man broke free of his wife’s embrace, taking in the appearance of the two strangers. Both seemed new to the area, for the man’s voice was rich with an Irish accent, and he couldn’t seem to place the lady’s. Yet, both seemed nice enough. “I haven’t seem them,” he answered truthfully, but never-the-less, regrettably.

Now, the woman had risen from the bench. “Bert...” she started quietly, “maybe you could help them? Surely two youngsters couldn’t have gotten far. I’ll stay and look after the children.”

Angelus and Darla shared a meaningful look, wordlessly communicating with each other. “There is no need for that malady,” Angelus spoke. “For your children are already being looked after... however, not in the manner you would hope for...”

“What?” The man asked, clearly offended.

Angelus and Darla synchronized in moving, to revel a sight neither parent had bargained for. Spike clung to the boys, his large hand covered over their mouths, preventing alerting cries that surely would’ve rang throughout the night. Tears fell down their cheeks, and yet, it wasn’t their mother and father that the children had their eyes upon. Instead, they were glued to that of their younger sister, who’s feet dangled from the ground. Drusilla held the child’s stomach firmly in her hands, the vampires head bent down to the young girls neck. If the adults had been closer, maybe that would’ve seen the blood dripping from the wound Drusilla had made, onto her pale pink dress, possibly even stopping in her red, wispy curls. Just as Drusilla was finished with her, and had dropped the now lifeless girl into a heap on the ground, her mother let out a terrified whimper.

“You monster!” Roared the male as he protectively grabbed ahold of his wife, preparing to break out in a run for his sons, and to see if his daughter was infact dead.

“Monster,” Darla repeated as if pondering it. “No, we’re no monsters...” Together, Darla and Angelus changed their faces into their vampiric ones, and Darla smirked. “Now, we are.” The man’s breath was caught in his throat, and from the distance he was away from Spike, he could hear each of their necks snap.

Angelus’s eyes, however, were not set on that. Instead, they were fixated on the woman. “She’s mine,” he declared. “I love the frightened ones.”

“Very well,” Darla said. All though, she wasn’t disappointed with the one she was appointed.
Shortly after the four had left, a local police man found the bodies of the victims, all huddled together on the bench, and he was petrified as he came to realise, whoever had killed them, had taken great pleasure in manoeuvring them as they had. . .


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