A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Here's chapter two!
Summary: She knew what Lindsey really wanted. Darla, Lindsey.
Disclaimer: Angel and its characters do not belong to me.
Chapter 2
Lindsey McDonald
Lindsey McDonald was one of those people who never ceased to make her wonder. She was observant enough to know that he had some sort of infatuation for her, although it's all for the wrong reasons. It didn't bother her in the least, not like the first time a human had taken some passing fancy to her. They all did and it's what made the bite all the more delicious, she enjoyed it far too much when they came to her willingly. After all, that's how she found Angelus, hadn't she? He came to her willingly and she gave him so much more than just blood and forever.
She knew what Lindsey really wanted, could sense his lust even without the vampiric nose she so dearly missed, and she made it no secret that she could see. He loved power, but of a different kind. His silly lust is an allusion to his need for greatness and Darla was once that great being he had read about in old tomes and stolen archives from the Watchers' Council. The danger she posed should have allowed him cautiousness, especially after his dealings with Angel, but her newly human form was safe enough for him to pursue without much of her demonic nature in the way. She supposed it allowed him to get that close to whatever he craved. Pathetic.
He was weak, but incredibly useful, so she can't afford to sever that incredibly irritating tie to him just yet.
Still, someone like Lindsey can't be that spineless, especially not in the kind of environment he worked in. Darla could tell he might have let his emotions addle his mind from time to time, but Wolfram & Hart obviously saw some sort of potential in the boy.
And she could see it, loathe as she was to admit it.
She asked him once, why he chose Wolfram & Hart of all the law firms, to work in.
"I didn't," he said so matter-of-factly that she raised an eyebrow.
"No?" she turned away from the glass windows of his office to face him fully. He was sitting on his desk so casually, so busy and concentrated on paperwork - normal, she would say - if only the paperwork wasn't about processing applications from assassins. "That's odd. Did they threaten to cut your head off or something? Kill your family?"
He smirked at her as if her flippant tone didn't bother him at all. She tilted her head and waited for a response. This is what she liked about Lindsey, sometimes he was just so fun to talk to.
"I was recruited by Wolfram & Hart while I was studying law in Hastings. Started out in the mail room and," he gestured to the luxurious office space with a grand sweep of his arms. "Here I am."
Darla wasn't sure whether to be impressed or disconcerted. Instead, she gave him one of her charming smiles and turned back to look at the window, slightly admiring the dark blue of the night sky. "Such accomplishment. Must have been hard."
She wondered how many people have actually sold their souls for the opportunity that Lindsey had snagged. Those simple, simple humans.
"Yes," he murmured, and if Darla wasn't listening so closely, she wouldn't have heard the trace of self-loathing in that simple word.
She didn't smirk or grin, just continued admiring her lovely view. Lindsey was like an open face really, if he was just like Lilah he'd be a force to be reckoned with (for a human) and she wouldn't need to be surprised everytime he contradicted himself. Lindsey liked power but can't deal with the consequences of it.
Which accounts for his fascination with her, she supposed. He wanted to live vicariously through her, share in her glory of the early centuries but not in the danger that life provided.
What an insecure little boy for someone so high up in the ranks of this so-called law firm. It's no suprise that he hated himself so much.
She filed this little bit of information away in her mind, she might need it soon enough.
Delightful.