Dislcaimer: As always, I own nothing.
He was still hers.
Even after fifty years apart, she knew he had feelings for her, no matter how much he might despise himself for it. He probably denied it, convincing himself it was only the feelings of being in the arms of his precious little Slayer. He no doubt had given her a carefully edited version of his past, expletive-free. The 'love' that girl gave him was nothing compared to what she had shared with him.
The slut probably didn't know half of what Angelus had done, but Darla did. She had been there, reveling in the chaos and pain he created with every thought. She was there when he committed the most atrocious acts. She saw the potential for evil in him, and created the worst vampire ever to be turned. Without her, he'd be nothing more than a corpse rotting in a forgotten grave, dying after a short life of nothing but liquor and whores.
And he knew it as well as she did. She could see it in his eyes.
No matter what the Slayer may think, he was still hers.
Whether or not he had a soul, her darling boy would be hers for eternity.
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