Darla - When she was she. (The hardest choice)

It was half past eight and the sun had fully set. The city had awoken and it was full of lights. The humans were either retreating to the safety of their homes or to the dangerous night life ahead. Darla smiled, this was bliss to her. The darkness. The kill. The excitement. The smell of pleasure, blood and fear all meshed as one. This was how she liked it. She walked out of her amazingly decorated apartment and made her way to the city streets of L.A. It was quieter than a usual nightly feed. As she walked she thought 'Maybe I've killed everyone!' With that she gave an evil laugh and continued her way through the 'bad' part of L.A. After her seventh kill she felt quite full so she decided to take a walk and pick up a few lonely miserable boys who would die for a night with a beautiful blonde haired woman such as herself. But on her way she stopped. She'd tried to block Angelus's smell from her senses, but his scent was singing a worldwide anthem now. She looked up and smiled recognising the place instantly. It was Angel's place the 'Hyperion Hotel'. Her undead heart was telling her to go inside and fuck him silly. But her mind was telling her to leave. That he'd stake her on the spot the moment she walked through those glass doors. She stood there for ten minutes debating on whether to leave or to go inside. While she was thinking she didn't even notice her boy Angel standing in a dark corner watching her. After five more minutes she had made her final decision. She looked up at the building and smiled. With that she disappeared down the street. Angel was proud of her, because for once she resisted the hardest temptation of being with him for a night or forever. although it would pain them both.