A.N. Okay, hi! This is an Angel/Vampire Diaries crossover, taking place a bit before the more recent episodes of season three, and way before the finale of the Angel show. Reviews would be most appreciated. Feedback please!

Darla gasped, finger's twitching as she awoke, vague memories of blood and a man with the face of a monster sending her careening towards a strange emotion that mixed panic and hunger. Her eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright, an alien desire settling in the pit of her stomach. Without missing a beat, she instinctively searched the room for – something. Disappointment came as she realized it wasn't there- whatever it even was.

"Please settle down," a cool voice encouraged from the darkened corner's of the room, which Darla suddenly (and belatedly) realized was unfamiliar. The room she had been in before- the bed she had laid in as she had died, was gone, and this room (wide and lavishly furnished) and this bed (equally large and covered in clean sheets) were equally new to her.

She whirled around, lower body still cocooned in the sheets, a dark growl rising from her throat. There was a pause, and then the high-pitched sound of girlish laughter, as a young woman stepped out from the darkness. Darla's eyes zoomed in on the woman's neck, and then focused on the color in her cheeks and the pulse beneath her skin, that hungry desire again returning.

"Don't even try it," the woman snarled, and in a blur of red silk and blonde hair, she was instantly next to Darla, her hand wrapping around the other woman's throat, squeezing.

Darla tried to gasp, to scream in pain, to roar in anger, anything, but all she could do was desperately try to pull the girl's hands away from her neck- a futile effort. The girl looked at her balefully, her eyes darkening, the veins on her face bulging with blood, her teeth becoming the sharp fangs of an animal.

The sense of power radiating off the girl was enormous, and Darla shrank back in submission. Noticing this, the girl's face abruptly shifted back to a human form, and she gave an easy, pleased smile. "There now," she said kindly, dropping her hand "Isn't that better, darling?"

"Yes," Darla croaked, rubbing her neck. She slid out of the bed to face the woman directly. "Who are you?" she asked.

The woman smiled again, a sinister grin again reminiscent of a savage beast. "Rebekah," she said. "And yours is Darla, is it not?"

"It is."

"Yes, that's the name they told me. They planned on throwing your body in the woods, but I decided to bring you here. Now, my darling girl, do you know what you are?"

"No." Darla stared at Rebekah, wondering what this was, and how it tied into the mystery of the man who had feed her his blood as she had waited to die.

Rebekah pressed herself closer to Darla, who took a hasty step backwards. "A vampire," she breathed, examining the other woman, "Of course, a rather different sort of vampire than my species, but, like us, yours is an abomination never meant to exist." She grinned, and held out her hand. "Perhaps we will become friends. Now tell me, Darla, are you thirsty?"

A series of frantic on the hotel door brought Angel from his reverie, and he flicked his finger out, motioning towards Cordelia. "Cordelia!" he yelled to her. She grunted, flipping the pages on her magazine. "Door!" he shouted.

"I know!" Cordelia returned, irritated, throwing down her magazine, "And you aren't the boss here anymore, remember?" she smirked, and bounced towards the door, a forcing a cheerful smile to her lips. She pulled open the door, and jumped aside as a young woman practically fell inside.

"Um, hello?" Cordelia said, staring wide-eyed at the woman, "Alright, I guess I can't blame you for being enthusiastic…."

The woman straightened, but the look of utter terror distorting her features wiped away the annoyance from Cordelia's face. "Are you Angel Investigations?" she demanded.

Angel stood up, walking around the front desk to the woman. "We are," he said. "What do you need?"

She looked at him warily. "Is it true- do you deal in cases that are… different?"

"Absolutely!" Cordelia chirped, "That's practically our trademark!"

"What's your name?" Angel asked, and she blinked at him.

"Jane," the woman said, "Jane Knight."

"Why don't you take a seat, Ms. Knight?" Angel asked, gesturing towards the office.

She nodded.

A few minutes later she was situated in the chair in front of the desk, cradling a cup of coffee in her hands. Wesley sat behind the desk, Cordelia, Angel, and Gunn standing in a semi-circle to the side of the woman.

"So, Ms. Knight," Wesley said softly, "What exactly happened to make you think to request our particular brand of help?"

She pressed her hand to her mouth, steadying herself. She breathed in, deeply, and her eyes cleared, her muscles visibly relaxing. "I know it'll sound ridiculous," she informed them calmly, "But it's the truth."

"Please, Ms. Knight," Wesley said, "I promise we won't judge. We've all seen… unbelievable things."

"Alright." She hesitated, then continued, "It was a few nights ago. I was leaving a club… I had had a hard couple of weeks at my job and my friends thought I needed a night out. I left early. It was later than I would have liked, though, an hour or so after sunset. I took a shortcut, and ran into two… men. The first one, dark-haired, young, said, 'Her.' That's when I remember being scared. The way they looked at me… like I was a toy, or something." Her breath hitched.

"Go on," Wesley prompted, "Please."

"Okay, okay." Jane brushed a lock of hair away from her face, "The other one was older, I think, but only slightly. The light was decent, and I got a good look at both of them. He was- the older one- blonde and handsome, they both were- handsome, that is- and he had a British accent. He smiled at me and then said, 'Go ahead, Ripper.'"

"Ripper?" Angel interrupted, and Cordelia glowered.

"Yes," the woman affirmed absentmindedly, "Ripper. And then," she winced, "After that the dark-haired one started to walk forward. I was frozen to the spot. And his, his face…" she broke off briefly, and then returned, "it changed. I can't explain it. His eyes… his face. And his teeth." She gave a shrill laugh, "They looked like fangs! Crazy, right?" She didn't wait for an answer. "And then I ran. I heard laughter behind me, both of them, laughing."

"Did you make it home?" Wesley asked. "Or did you go to the police?"

She shook her head. "Just home. I thought- I don't know exactly what it was I thought. I ran home and prayed that he wouldn't come through the door. He didn't, and after an hour or so, I thought he must have lost me. I went to bed, and then went to work. The next evening, this was waiting for me on my cell phone." Jane's eyes dropped from Wesley as she rummaged through her purse, pulling out a pink phone from an inner pocket. "Here it is. You can listen to it yourselves." She pressed a button, and a low voice filled the room.

You ran very fast the man said, seemingly amused I could have caught you then, but what would the fun be in that? There was a pause, and then the man began again Do you know what I do to young ladies such as yourself? He asked, and there was an unusual quality to his voice, a soft, almost gentle menace. I rip them apart. There was another pause, a heavy silence where the man seemed about to break into peals of laughter, but instead of doing so, or perhaps before he did, there was a faint click, and then the monotone of the voice machine informing the group that this message would be erased in two weeks.

"And then I went here," the woman finished. "Will you help me?" she asked.

"Of course," Wesley said, the rest of them nodding in unspoken agreement.