Title: Dear Boy
Writer: Azure K Mello
Part: (1/?)
Challenge/plot bunny by Angela, who wanted chipped Spike interacting with human Darla and for Angel to swoop in playing our golden boy's brooding night!
Setting: After Angel's Untouched and set during Buffy's Crush which has been moved up in the time line as Dru went straight to Sunnydale and was never in LA.
Rated R
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Darla was laying with Angel, watching his face as she tried to control his dreams. She was trying to alter old memories. A night he had spent alone would now be a night filled with passion. If she changed enough of his memories, pulled enough lust to the surface, she would have complete control of her boy. It wasn't working. Needless to say Darla was getting vexed, it didn't take much to vex Darla. A scream was trying to wretch itself from her gut but she it held back. She watched his dream like a movie on a screen and it pissed the hell out of her.
Dream Darla was doing her damnedest to seduce Dream Angelus yet the man denied her. Who was her childe to deny her? He couldn't refuse her! She had made him! She was his goddess! The memory she was trying to change was a dull one. She had been in Paris with Drusilla and had left Angelus with the idiot childe as a punishment. He had not pleased her lately and she had thought that perhaps a month apart would drive her boy mad for her. She knew that it must have been an awful time because when she came back he had been so sad. Knowing this she had selected a random night from Angel's memories of the time. She would make the dreary night into one they had shared with bloody passion.
"What are you doing Angelus?" she asked softly as she walked over the cobblestone towards him. Her parasol had no purpose in the night but the dark blue made her skin even paler by contrast.
Smiling wistfully he said, "I'm waiting."
"For what?" she asked with a coy smile, "For me to come home? I have."
"No," his words were distant as he repeatedly scanned the crowd.
She clicked her tongue in displeasure. "What do you wait for?"
"Will," he breathed and left the spot he had been standing in and went to the idiot childe. He didn't even glance back at her.
Her jaw set as she watched her boy envelope that slut in his arms. She watched him wipe blood from the whore's mouth. He laughed and pulled the boy close and suddenly Darla was thrown out of his dream. She should have known that the fool had something to do with it.
As she left in disgust Angel sank back into his dream. Sighing in his sleep he reveled in holding his childe close and listen to the boy excitedly tell him of his hunt. He felt something in the back of his mind, as if he had seen something out of the corner of his sight. His focus went back to his beautiful boy and wished, not for the first time, that Dru and Darla would never come back.
Writer: Azure K Mello
Part: (1/?)
Challenge/plot bunny by Angela, who wanted chipped Spike interacting with human Darla and for Angel to swoop in playing our golden boy's brooding night!
Setting: After Angel's Untouched and set during Buffy's Crush which has been moved up in the time line as Dru went straight to Sunnydale and was never in LA.
Rated R
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Darla was laying with Angel, watching his face as she tried to control his dreams. She was trying to alter old memories. A night he had spent alone would now be a night filled with passion. If she changed enough of his memories, pulled enough lust to the surface, she would have complete control of her boy. It wasn't working. Needless to say Darla was getting vexed, it didn't take much to vex Darla. A scream was trying to wretch itself from her gut but she it held back. She watched his dream like a movie on a screen and it pissed the hell out of her.
Dream Darla was doing her damnedest to seduce Dream Angelus yet the man denied her. Who was her childe to deny her? He couldn't refuse her! She had made him! She was his goddess! The memory she was trying to change was a dull one. She had been in Paris with Drusilla and had left Angelus with the idiot childe as a punishment. He had not pleased her lately and she had thought that perhaps a month apart would drive her boy mad for her. She knew that it must have been an awful time because when she came back he had been so sad. Knowing this she had selected a random night from Angel's memories of the time. She would make the dreary night into one they had shared with bloody passion.
"What are you doing Angelus?" she asked softly as she walked over the cobblestone towards him. Her parasol had no purpose in the night but the dark blue made her skin even paler by contrast.
Smiling wistfully he said, "I'm waiting."
"For what?" she asked with a coy smile, "For me to come home? I have."
"No," his words were distant as he repeatedly scanned the crowd.
She clicked her tongue in displeasure. "What do you wait for?"
"Will," he breathed and left the spot he had been standing in and went to the idiot childe. He didn't even glance back at her.
Her jaw set as she watched her boy envelope that slut in his arms. She watched him wipe blood from the whore's mouth. He laughed and pulled the boy close and suddenly Darla was thrown out of his dream. She should have known that the fool had something to do with it.
As she left in disgust Angel sank back into his dream. Sighing in his sleep he reveled in holding his childe close and listen to the boy excitedly tell him of his hunt. He felt something in the back of his mind, as if he had seen something out of the corner of his sight. His focus went back to his beautiful boy and wished, not for the first time, that Dru and Darla would never come back.