Deception: 1
by Racoon
Deception
Main Characters: Angel, Buffy, Darla, Willow, Xander, Giles,
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured in this fic; they belong to Joss Whedon.
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Deception
Angel slept peacefully as Darla crept into his bedroom, followed by three monks. Angel stirred slightly as she approached him, holding a small bag. She reached inside the bag and bought out five small stones with ancient inscriptions on them. Then, she lay them in a pentagon shape on his chest.
“He’s ready.” She said to the monks, stepping away from the bed.
The monks stood at each side of the bed and began to chant. As their voices droned on, Angel’s chest began to ripple. A smile crept on to Darla’s face as she saw the spell working. The inscriptions on the stones began to split releasing bright spectrums of light. Small worm-like creatures emerged from each stone and slid to the centre of Angel’s chest where they shot through the skin and into his body.
Angel writhed in his deep sleep as the creatures roamed inside him. The monks became louder as they chanted, urging the creatures to continue. Then the chanting suddenly stopped, and the monks gathered together in front of Darla.
“It is done.” They said. Darla found it hard to contain her happiness as she watched the creatures return to the stones, and then returned them to the bag.
“Sweet dreams.” She whispered to Angel as she swiftly made her exit.
She walked briskly through Sunnydale cemetery, checking that her trusty stake was in her pocket just in case she came across any vampires. She was on her way to see Angel. She felt bad about having to turn Willow down about going to the Bronze but she had already made plans to see Angel.
As she left the cemetery she heard a shuffling sound further down the street. She noticed her hand automatically clasp her stake as she crept closer to where the sound was coming from. She turned round a corner to reveal an alley. She headed down it briskly, stalking the sound. When she came out onto the street, she dropped her stake at what she saw.
It was Angel…and Darla. Together.
She turned fast on her heels and ran back the way she had come.
Angel sat alone in the mansion, reading. He glanced up to the clock above the fireplace, wondering why Buffy hadn’t come yet. He was sure she had said eight o’ clock. He tried to read on, and not worry so much, but he couldn’t help feeling that something wasn’t right. He closed his book and put it down, as he grabbed his jacket and headed out of the mansion.
Buffy unlocked her front door and shuffled in. Her mother had gone away for the week to visit a gallery in Japan to collect various pieces of artwork they were donating to Sunnydale Gallery.
She stomped upstairs to her bedroom and flopped down on her bed, burying her head into her pillow. She felt her stomach turn as she replayed the image of Angel and Darla together over and over in her mind. She tried to ignore it by changing into her pyjamas, but failed. Instead, she headed downstairs and into the kitchen.
A knock came from the door as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She grabbed a blanket to cover her shoulders and unlocked the door to see who it was. Her heart sank when she saw it was Angel.
“Angel.” She said disappointedly.
“Buffy.” He said in a worried tone. “What’s wrong?”
“Why would anything be wrong?” She asked as she turned away and went through to sit in the kitchen. He closed the door, and followed her.
“You didn’t come tonight.” He continued, leaning against the sink opposite where she sat on the stool.
“I guess I just forgot.” She lied. “I’m sure you managed to think of some way to have fun without me.” She said watching his gaze to see if he gave any sign of panic.
“I was worried.” He said warily, trying to figure out why she was acting strangely.
“Right.” She said unable to look at him without the vision of him and Darla creeping into her mind. She looked away troubled. He came forward to cup her hands in his, but stopped as she flinched away.
He narrowed his eyes at her in confusion. “What’s wrong, Buffy?”
“You tell me.” She ordered as she came to meet his eyes. She grew angry as he stood and said nothing. “Come on Angel.” She held his gaze, waiting for a reply.
“I don’t understand. Why are you acting like this?”
She slid off her stool, dropping the blanket to the floor as she walked away through to the hallway. He reacted fast and spun her round to face him. She forced herself to look away from his intense eyes. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” He said.
“Then that would make two of us, wouldn’t it?” She replied.
“What?” He asked growing more confused.
She sighed heavily, giving in to his grip on both her arms. “I saw you tonight.”
He was still very confused. “You saw me reading?” He wondered why that would offend her.
“Reading?” She scoffed. “Was that before or after you popped out to suck face with your ex?” She said in her best sarcastic tone.
He let go of her in shock of what she had just said. She took a step back from him, waiting for a reaction. “What?” he said raising his eyebrows in disbelief.
“You heard.” She said folding her arms, taking a very defensive stance.
“We are talking about my ex as in Darla aren’t we?”
She spun on her heel and walked through to the living room saying, “I know you have a hard time remembering exactly how many women you’ve had, but could we just focus on the one you apparently killed.” She slumped herself on the sofa and put her chin in her hands.
“I did kill her.” He corrected as he came a few steps into the room so her could see her. “And I haven’t been out tonight. I was waiting for you to come.”
“So I just imagined that I saw the two of you…” she stopped herself, not wanting to express her emotions in front of him. “Angel, I’ve had enough people lie to me in my life, and I don’t need to add you to the list. Just tell me the truth. Please.”
He came close to her, feeling her pain and sat on the coffee table. “Buffy, I swear I’m not lying to you. I’ve been at the mansion all night.”
Silence filled the room as they booth sat staring at the floor. Buffy raised her head to look at him, and saw no lies behind his eyes. But she couldn’t erase the memory of seeing him with Darla. “Then what did I see, because if that wasn’t you then you must have some distant twin you don’t know about.” She failed to see the funny side of the situation. “And I thought Darla was dead.”
“She is. There’s no way she could come back from hell.” He assured her.
“Why not? You did.” She retorted.
He couldn’t explain how he had come back. Since he had met Buffy there was a lot he couldn’t explain. Life had been pretty simple before she had entered his life. “Maybe you just had a rough night slaying. Got tired.”
“No I don’t think so. There was something about it all that just seemed…” She paused, “…so real.”
He reached out to lay his hand on her knee and she let him. “But it wasn’t.”
“Say it was real. What if Darla found a way back?” She asked.
“Then I’d kill her, again. But that still doesn’t explain why you saw me.”
She took that in and thought deeply. She shot her head up in a sudden thought. “What if it is me? Maybe I’ve just gone crazy.” She stood and began to pace the room. He stood also and placed himself in her path so she’d stop. He looked at her worried face and cupped her chin in his hand.
“You’re not going crazy.” He assured her. “I think you just need some rest.”
She nodded her head, and headed for the stairs. He stopped her gently in the hallway and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight.” He said.
“Night.” She replied as she disappeared upstairs.
He watched her go, and then let himself out.
Darla was waiting for him when he stepped down the porch of the Summer’s house and came to meet her. He greeted her with a long passionate kiss.
“Did she buy it?” She asked as she pulled away.
He nodded devilishly, wanting more. “Good.” She said as she leaned in to kiss him again. They strode away from Buffy’s house silently into the shadows.
She had just managed to forget about tonight and fall asleep when she heard a quiet tapping sound. Her eyes shot open as she realised that someone was at her window. She turned over and came to meet Angel looking very concerned. She lifted the window up and let him in.
“Hi.” He said climbing in.
“Hey.” She said wondering what he had come back for, and why he had chosen to come through the window instead of using the front door.
“Are you okay?” He asked as she shut the window.
Confused Buffy replied, “I’m fine. Just like I was five minutes ago before you left.” She crossed over to sit on her bed and smoothed her hair back.
He sat beside her. “What do you mean before I left?” He asked confused.
She looked him straight in the eyes to check he wasn’t joking. She waved a hand in front of his face and said, “Hello! You just left, after we said goodnight. That’s usually the part where I go to sleep.”
He frowned in confusion. “Buffy I just got here.”
She turned to look at him wanting him so desperately to be joking. “No.” She shook her head not believing him. “No. You were just here, five minutes ago. I was talking to you…about Darla.” She said trying to jog his memory with no luck. “Please tell me your kidding.”
“I wish I could but…” He stopped realising she had mentioned Darla. “…And what about Darla?”
Buffy rolled her eyes then turned to him with a serious gaze. “Angel, something weird is happening. I think something’s wrong with me.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at her suggestion, but stopped as he saw that she was serious. “Why?”
“Because I keep seeing you…and I think you’re real, but apparently you’re not. I think I’m going insane.” She paused a moment to imagine the scenario that she could be. “I don’t even know if this is happening right now. For all I know I could still be asleep...but it’s so real.” She whimpered in confusion, and then she raised her voice in a frenzy of panic. “In fact I don’t even know if your real…I could be talking to myself, and…” She was cut off by Angel.
He grabbed both her arms and stilled her. Then he pulled her closer and gently kissed her. She resisted slightly, not knowing whether or not she should let herself be fooled by something that wasn’t real, but when their lips met she knew it had to be him he felt so real. His skin felt so smooth and cold as she wrapped her fingers around his neck. She arched herself into him, and he replied by snaking his arms around her waist and pressing her against him. She rose to her knees and came round onto his lap as she ran her fingers around the nape of his neck and along his shoulders under his shirt. She dug her knees into the mattress pushing herself down harder on his lap. He began to edge his hands under the spaghetti top of her pyjamas and up her back, feeling the warmth of her skin against his cool hands.
He drew the strength together to pull away and hold her at arms length away from him. They both took deep breaths not knowing what to say. She removed herself from his lap and came to sit beside him again. “Well…”She said flustered. “That was certainly real enough.”
He nodded excessively. “Yeah.” He agreed.
She brought herself back to reality and said, “I still don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“What’s Darla got to do with any of this?” He forced himself to stay focused.
Buffy went on to explain everything she thought she already had done. He listened. When they were finished talking Angel left before the sun rose, and Buffy agreed to stop by the mansion to see him tomorrow.
“You’re not going crazy!” Willow reassured Buffy as they strolled down a busy corridor of Sunnydale High.
“Then why do I feel like I am?” Buffy replied miserably.
“You were probably just exhausted. I mean with all the extra slaying you’ve been doing lately.”
Buffy shook her head strongly in protest. “That still doesn’t explain why I saw what I did. It just doesn’t make any sense.”
Willow gave her a sympathetic look, then said, “Maybe you’ve just been seeing too much of Angel. Maybe you two should spend some time apart. See how that works.”
“That’s not gonna help when I keep thinking I’m seeing him anyway. How will I know which one’s real?” She gave a small sigh of desperation as she leaned up against the locker next to where Willow was changing her books.
Willow wished she could help her best friend more but she found it hard coming up with answers. She thought deeply, then her face brightened with a sudden thought. “Hey, did it happen when Angel was around you?”
“No.” She replied. “But he wasn’t around for long. He had to go before the sun came up.”
“Oh.” Willow said deflated as her bubble of thought was popped. “Well, then maybe it’s a good thing that you’re going to see him tonight. You’ll be able to see whether it does or not.”
Buffy nodded her head trying to be optimistic. “True.” She waited a beat then said, “plus I can take out a little slayer frustrations on him.”
Willow blushed slightly at how she had interpreted that. “In a strictly none-hormonal way. Just a training session.” Bufy reassured her as they entered the classroom for their next lesson.
The living room in the mansion was empty when Buffy entered. She figured Angel was still sleeping and crept through to his bedroom.
She found him looking very distressed in his sleep and he seemed to be muttering something but she couldn’t make out his words. She edged closer to him and crouched down beside him. She was about to wake him when she spotted some small red puncture wounds on his chest where his shirt had ridden up. Curiously she lifted up his shirt slightly to take a better look, but was stopped as he suddenly had his hand around her neck, choking her.
As Angel focused he released her immediately, and sat up rubbing his forehead. “Sorry.” He said quietly, looking shaken about something he had dreamed.
“Bad dream?” Buffy asked perkily, making light of the situation.
“Yeah.” He replied bluntly, not wanting to talk about it.
Buffy picked up on the fact that he didn’t want to share, and respected his decision. She changed the subject. “Where’d ya get the marks?” She asked lifting up his shirt to take a look.
He looked down too, puzzled that he hadn’t noticed them until now. He furrowed his brow as he looked at them in more detail. “I don’t know.”
“Oh come on, five…holes just mysteriously appear on you and you don’t know how they got there? You haven’t got some other girl giving you love bites have you?” She chided.
“Actually…” He replied giving a little smirk. “…There is this one girl. Very pretty.”
“Prettier than me?” She asked sweetly, fluttering her eyes.
He narrowed his eyes at her as if considering the question. “Hey!” She protested, giving him a feeble elbow jab. They both chuckled. Then he turned serious with an amazed look on his face. “In all the years I’ve existed, I’ve never seen anything prettier than you.” He leaned in to kiss her and she responded. It was a short kiss, but it was still enough to send her into a haze.
“You only said that so you could kiss me.” She mocked removing the tension from the room.
“It worked.” He shrugged, giving a large grin as he stood up and rearranged his shirt.
They passed through to the living room, and Angel topped up the fire with some wood. “Feeling any better?” He asked.
“I’m okay.” She lied. “Actually I was hoping we could maybe train for a while. You know, burn off some energy.”
“Sure.” He nodded as he stepped away from the fire and came to stand in front of her. “You ready?” He asked.
“I guess so.” She replied, already moving in to block his punches.
She always amazed him at how she looked so innocent, yet she could pack punches harder than he could. They exchanged punches as they warmed each other up. Then she took a step back and somersaulted over the sofa behind her and landed perfectly in the centre of the floor to give them a larger area to fight in. He came to her, launching himself over the sofa to land hard in front of her, and the fight continued.
He couldn’t deny that she was forceful with her attacks, but he couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t giving a hundred percent. He caught her wrist as she brought her fist to his face and locked it behind her back, holding her in front of him.
“You’re holding back.” He told her.
She gave a small chuckle at how he knew her so well, and then hauled him over her shoulder to land hard on his back. “So are you.” She replied.
He looked up at her standing at his feet, and moved to get back up. As he did so he whipped his leg across the floor and knocked her off her feet. It didn’t take long for her to spring to her feet, but it gave him just enough time to do so himself. She whirled on her right foot presenting him with a perfect round-house kick, and then slammed her fists into his chest. He managed to block a few but she was so fast that he had to let a few passed.
They moved across the room, as they took each other’s blows, to the entrance of the mansion. As she ducked away from one of his punches she quickly grabbed two pokers from beside the fireplace, and threw him one. He snatched it from the air, and they resumed instantly to fighting again.
Anyone would have thought they were fencing, as they skilfully tried to out best each other with their moves. She spun fast on her heel, extending her poker out so it came to crack hard on the small of Angel’s back. He winced in pain, but didn’t stop. She lunged for his chest with the poker, but he brought his down hard to whip the back of her knees knocking the poker out of her hand as she fell. As she hit the floor hard on her chest she immediately reached for her poker, but found that Angel pinned her down.
She relaxed her body, accepting her defeat, and moved to roll over on to her back. He raised himself up slightly so she could do so, but resumed to pinning her down again.
“If I was any old vampire this would be the part where I kill you.” He said declaring his victory.
“Right.” She nodded her head once, letting a smile flicker. “And this would now be the part where I beg for my life and persuade you not to kill me.” She added.
“Oh really?” He asked. She nodded her head trying to hide her smile. “Well I hate to disappoint you but I’m not easily persuaded.”
“Is that right?” She said narrowing her eyes slightly. “Well, I don’t recall any other vampires turning me down.” She pretended to think, furrowing her brow.
“Oh yeah?” He asked. “And what exactly did you do?” He said raising his eyebrow at her.
“This.” She said as she raised her head to kiss him. She didn’t intend for it to be a long kiss but she found that she couldn’t pull away. Instead, she found herself snaking her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He let the tension in his arms go and lowered himself closer to her. He didn’t want to put his full bodyweight on her so he rolled over, gripping her back as he did so, so that she rolled with him. He roamed his hands over her back and felt the muscles below her warm skin. It was so easy for him to forget that she was the slayer, and that she owned such strength.
She felt the cool skin of his neck as she moved her hand up to ruffle his hair. The kiss grew more passionate, and the lust between them was palpable. She couldn’t stop a little groan escape her as she felt his smooth hands move to wrap his arms around her, completely removing any space that may have been between them. He was smothered by the sweet smell of her hair combined with the fresh scent of her skin. He moved away from her lips and began to kiss along her jaw line, and then down to her neck. She arched herself up letting him explore further. He came to her neck, feeling the blood rush through her veins, and then began to move his lips down towards her chest.
He forced himself to stop as he felt himself giving in to temptation. He paused taking in the all too familiar smell of her, feeling the warmth of her body in his arms. All the memories of that one night they had spent together came flooding into his mind, clouding his thoughts.
She let her head droop as she felt him stop, and came back down to face him. He however did not look at her eyes. Instead he looked very confused and stared at the point where he had just been kissing. He shook his head to focus his thought as she moved back, pushing herself up on his chest to come to sit comfortably on him.
“Right!” She exclaimed as if something had suddenly clicked in her mind. “We can’t do that now.”
“Right.” He agreed, coming back to reality. Then he looked confused again, and said, “You don’t really do that to vampires do you?”
“No.” She laughed slightly, appreciating his attempt to brighten the situation. “Except for you of course.” She added. “Which I shouldn’t do.” She said in a small voice.
“Because of my soul.” He admitted sadly, coming up on his elbows.
“No.” She shook her head. “Because you smell.” She chided.
“You really know how to put a guy down don’t you?” He mocked.
“Hey, I’m just facing facts here.” She said as she got off him and climbed to her feet. He did the same. As he stood up he noticed that one of the straps to her spaghetti top had fallen down her arm. He extended his arm and replaced it to her shoulder, instantly regretting as he felt her warm skin again. “Okay.” She said as she removed herself from the situation and headed to get her jacket.
He looked up to the ceiling frustrated. He had tried so many times to not love her, even after she had sent him to hell for what seemed like an eternity he still found that he couldn’t. It killed him that he wanted her so badly yet he could never have her as long as he was cursed. It was times like this that he felt completely tortured, but that had been the gypsies’ intention. He marched over to her and stopped her from putting her jacket on.
“You don’t have to leave. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have…” He began but she cut him off.
“It’s not just you Angel. It’s me too. I can’t help it.” She admitted.
“I know.” He said. “But you don’t have to leave.”
“I think it’s best if I do, before anything really does happen.” She said glumly.
“What I mean is that we can still spend time together. Just not in that sense.” He explained.
“Can we? It seems like every time we’re together one thing just leads to another and hey presto, we’re one step closer to you losing your soul.” She looked down at the floor, feeling completely drained of emotions.
He cupped her chin and lifted her head to look at him. “Stay. Please. I promise, no more kissing.” He gave a small smile.
“Ok.” She gave in. Her mom was away anyway, and she really didn’t fancy going home to be alone. She put her jacket down, and then said, “You’re right. We’re both old enough to control our hormones and just enjoy each other’s company. We can handle it.” They both nodded in unison, trying desperately to convince themselves.
He turned around and sat down on the sofa. She joined him. He saw her shiver as a cool breeze drifted through the mansion. He reached for the blanket draped over one end of the sofa and offered it to her. She smiled sweetly as he unfolded the blanket and wrapped it around her. She drew herself closer to him, and leant her heavy head on his shoulder. He adjusted himself to lie down, resting his head at one end of the sofa. She cuddled up to him, burying her head into his neck and moved one arm to rest on his chest. It felt so nice to finally allow herself to relax, feeling completely safe and peaceful in Angel’s arms.
“See, this is nice…just being here. Together.” She murmered, and before long she drifted to sleep. He stayed awake, hearing only the blood slowly coarse through her body, and thought deeply about their relationship.
Xander, Giles and the Willow all gave her a concerned look as she strode through the Library doors.
“Hey guys!” Buffy greeted them as she joined them at the desk they had gathered around. “What’s with the faces?” She dared to ask.
“No reason.” Giles informed her. “We were just a little worried that’s all.” He added as he finished his coffee and retreated into his office, giving her a nod of satisfaction.
“About what?” Buffy asked her two friends that sat in front of her.
“Well, it’s just that you missed half your classes today, and we were just getting a tad worried with you being the slayer and all.” Xander started, in his casual yet sarcastic voice.
Willow shot him a look of distaste at his tone and then turned to Buffy. “We just wondered if anything had happened to you is all.” She offered kindly. “It’s just that you’ve been slaying a lot lately and we thought that maybe…” She thought of the right words to say.
“Look, what we’re trying to say is that maybe you should give it a rest Buff. You can’t slay all the time. You need rest too.” Xander explained.
“Okay guys, can we just step out of the ‘worry about Buffy’ mode for just a second here and get to the point?” Buffy suggested.
“Oh sure.” Willow began. “It’s just that you’ve been slaying a lot lately, and you’ve been seeing things lately too. I just think you need to lay off slaying a bit is all.” Willow told her as kindly as possible.
“Yeah, take the night off.” Xander added.
“You shouldn’t be skipping classes because of slaying Buffy.” Giles told her ask he appeared behind his desk and sorted a pile of books left from students.
Buffy threw her hands up and let out a sigh. “I’m not missing classes because of slaying. I slept in, easy mistake to make guys!” She protested.
“So if you weren’t slaying, what were you doing that could have made you so exhausted that you couldn’t wake up in the morning?” Xander asked suspiciously, a glint of jealousy in his eyes. He knew she had been at Angels’ and it bugged him deep inside that she kept running to dead boy whenever she needed to talk. He was her friend too, why couldn’t she talk to him like she did Angel. What didn’t he have?
“ I was training…with Angel.” She said bluntly.
Giles looked up at her words. “Oh, I’m glad to know that you’re making an effort to keep in shape.” He said with a jolly tone creeping into his words. A smile flickered across his lips at his slayer.
“Apparently the only one who thinks so.” Buffy said harshly as she turned her gaze to her two best friends.
“No, no!” Willow protested, shaking her hands nervously. “It’s good that you’re training. I care about you Buffy. I do and I just think that some rest once in a while wouldn’t do you any harm.” The redhead explained.
“Yes. Quite right.” Giles offered. “Even a slayer needs good rest. Take tonight off, get some sleep.”
“Yeah, take a rain check with Angel. He’s a big boy, he’ll understand. Trust me.” Xander attempted to keep her away from Angel.
Buffy gave in. “Alright, I’ll take the night off, get some rest whatever.” She checked her watch and grabbed her back in response to what time it was. “Gotta jet; I told mom that I’d collect the work I missed today. Catch you later!” She said as she left through the double doors of the library.
He strolled in through the wide archway of the mansion and slung his jacket over a chair. He paused and heard a quiet shuffling. He rounded on his heel as he felt someone creep up behind him and automatically pinned them to the wall. He loosened his grip around her neck slightly to allow her to talk when he saw who it was.
“What…no ‘welcome home’?” She cocked her head and gave a sly grin.
“Darla.” He said confirming that it was really her, as he let her go.
“Angel.” She said as she pushed passed him to look around the mansion. “Nice place.” She complemented. “A little…tasteless I must say, but…” Angel cut her off.
“Why are you here?” He asked bluntly.
“I should be asking you the same question. The way I heard it, Buffy kicked your ass all the way back to hell.” She closed in on him, with her usual smirk.
“She did, but how did you get out?”
She came close to him and ran her hand over him as she circled him. “I have my ways.” She replied. “But that’s not important. I’m more concerned about you.”
“Did you not get the hint when I killed you?” He pushed her away and went to sit down in an armchair.
“Oh, I’m over that now. I know you only did it because of her anyway.” She continued as she circled the room slowly. “But don’t worry Angel my return isn’t for revenge. I’ve got bigger fish to fry.”
“Then why are you here?” He demanded.
She laughed at the stupidity of the question. “You really expect me to tell you?”
“Well, It might be a good idea to tell me your big evil plan before I kill you…again” He stood up and began to advance on her. She cocked her hip letting him come to her.
She laughed. “Spare me. You can’t scare me Angel.” She prodded him with her finger, and then changed her mind when it connected with him and began to run it down his chest. “I know what’s inside.” She withdrew her hand with the disgusting thought of her ex-lover being tainted with a soul. “It’s intoxicating. I can barely stand to be around you. And there’s her of course. This place reeks of her.” She tried to laugh her pain off but she had difficulty hiding it. Instead she strode passed Angel to remove herself from his eye line.
“Why come back, what do you want?” He asked.
“It’s a bit pointless asking me what I want. I never seem to get it.” She turned to face him. “I want her. The slayer.” And with her words he flung her against the wall and throttled her against it.
“You go near her, and I’ll kill you.”
She grinned. “I’m sure I’d find my way back, somehow.”
“I’m sure you would. The question is whether or not you’d be coming back in one piece.” He let go of her and shoved her towards the doorway.
“Fine.” She headed out the doorway. “I’ll call again soon.” She promised as she disappeared into the darkness.
The silence of the cave was broken with Darla’s footsteps as she made her way down the cold, solid, concrete steps. She strolled over to a tomb in the corner of the cave. She lay down on top of it and stewed in her thoughts.
“Well?” Questioned a voice that instantly made her smile.
“It went okay.” She replied.
“Okay? Can you not be a little more specific?” The voice prodded.
Darla sighed and stood to meet the voice walking towards her. “Angel.” She breathed.
“I spoke to him. I didn’t tell him everything, but I gave him enough to think about.”
“And how did he react?” He questioned further.
“Well, it was the usual for him. He’s obsessed with Buffy. But don’t worry; soon we’ll be gone, and he can have his slayer…not alive though.” She grinned widely at the thought.
“Buffy.” He whispered, letting a smile flicker across his face.
Darla saw the look on his face, and grew very jealous. “Don’t worry Angel. Soon, you won’t have to worry about her.” He looked down at her, torn from his thoughts. She rose to kiss him, and he responded but he was unable to remove the slayer from his mind.
To be continued...
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