Setting – Angel S5 – AU – Takes place in resurrected Sunnydale. Just imagine Wolfram & Hart worked some mojo and restored it to its former self. Spike and Darla come across each other and things develop between them.
Spike mumbled to himself as he swaggered through the streets of Sunnydale. Stopping when he caught a familiar scent on the light breeze he closed his eyes and reached out with all his senses. Homing in on the direction it was coming from he opened his eyes, rounded the corner and smiled as the scent became stronger with every step he took. Pausing at the mouth of an alley he cocked his head to the side and listened. Smiling to himself he slowly walked forwards, adjusting his eyes to the darkness around him. He stopped halfway down the alley and leaned against the wall, watching the figures ahead of him. He darted his eyes from side to side looking at the three figures, watching the scene further unfold before his eyes. A man and a woman had their backs flat against the end wall, as the other woman was moving in closer to them.
Even if he had been further away he would have known her anywhere. The man said something to her and she backhanded him, knocking him to the ground. As she turned and leaned her hand against the wall, Spike let his eyes rake slowly over her body from head to toe. He licked his lips unconsciously as he took in her corseted upper body and her legs covered by a long skirt that ended just short of her ankles. She moved quick, grabbing the woman by the neck, and biting her she started to drink greedily. He cocked his head to the side watching her feed, almost going into the reverie that she was falling into. When he caught movement out of the corner of his eye he started to walk forwards. The man stood up shakily reaching into his inner jacket pocket with a sneer on his face.
Spike quickened his pace when the light from the moon reflected off the blade in the mans hand. Reaching the man as he was about to drive it deep in to her side, he took hold of his head in his hands and wrenched his head to the side, making his neck snap. Dropping him down after he heard the satisfying crack in his ears he looked at her. He wondered briefly if she knew he was there because she had never bothered to acknowledge his presence much in the past. Looking at her closed eyes he wanted to move closer, but he knew if he did he would end up with his back hitting hard against the alley wall. He tilted his head to the side looking at her curiously before he said her name quietly. "Darla."
Darla didn't know why she had decided to come back to Sunnydale, in a way it had been like a home for her, when she was living with the Master. Darla was his Dear One, hence the name. He trusted her with anything and everything, even taking her back after running away with Angelus. It saddened Darla to think that her mentor and more like a father had died here by the hands of a Slayer. Now and again, Darla would find other vampires from the same clan, struggling on with their immortal life with no purpose but to kill.
Darla had to thank Drusilla for bringing her back to life, and siring her again. She remembered back to when they were together for almost two months while she was still human. Drusilla took care of her, got her everything she needed. Which was strange, as it was usually the other way around. Dru kept on calling her "My grandmummy who became my daughter." It annoyed the hell out of Darla. She was never up for being called grandmummy. Her looks told lies making humans and other demons believe she was a blonde useless human, but her age surpassed many other vampires.
The day Darla got re-sired she remembered waking up in the ground, clawing her way out for freedom. Once out, noticing no Wolfram and Hart lawyers or Drusilla, she went back to the place that had been her home for those two months to find it empty.
This brought her to Sunnydale hoping Drusilla might have gone there, maybe looking for Spike.