So I know I haven't updated but I figured what the heck. Its not very long, but it is something. So this is Darla's point of view just after Angel got his soul. Hope you like it. Reviews are very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of the characters. As much as I would like to have angel or Spike all to myself they belong to Joss. This is just me playing around with his ideas.

Gypsies

Romania 1898

"Darla. Please help me." Angelus pleads desperately. He's been cursed with his soul and now has a conscious. He's dirty and weak from the lack of human blood he's taken. I turn my face away from him. I will not help him. He sickens me. How he let such a thing happen to him.

"They gave you a soul... a filthy soul." I spit. He sinks to his knees at my feet. "You're disgusting. Get away from me."

"Darla please." he shouts clinging to my legs, tears running down his face. "Get it out of me. Please."

"Get away from me!" I scream, jerking from his grip. I can't believe this has happened. I look back towards him and sigh. My childe is looking up at me, wild and imploring. I bend down at his side and stroke the hair from his eyes. This isn't his fault I remind myself. It was those Kalderash elders. We can still fix this.

"Get up." I coo softly. "I will find Spike and Dru and figure this out. I promise."

He just nods before slumping to the ground. I pull at the hem of my dress and take off into the night. After an hour of searching I discover them drinking and dancing in a nearby pub.

I pull Spike by the back of his collar and drag him out to the street.

"Bloody hell woman!" he growls before yanking himself away from me, Dru clinging to his arm.

"What is the matter grandma?" she asks wistfully.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" I shriek. Dru just whimpers and Spike lets out a growl. I really need to be more careful. This was not time to fight.

"I'm sorry. It's just I need your assistance with something." I tell them. Spike tilts his head in curiosity and Drusilla smiles wide.

"I'm going into the woods to have a friendly chat with the Kalderash elders."

"That's the gypsy clan you stole that girl from for Angelus?" Spike notes. Its better to keep them in the dark about the situation for now, that way no one tries to take advantage. I'll pick up Angelus and we'll march back into the woods and demand they retract his soul. Spike is always up for a decent kill anyway. So it will be fun for the whole family.

"Yes, the same. So you will come in after me and Angelus and drink whoever you please. I'd like to make these people an extinct species." I say smiling menacingly.

Spike grins and nods eagerly. "Sounds like a jolly old time to me. Count us in."

"Yes we are in." Dru says in a sing-song voice before twirling around in circles arms stretched out. Spike lets out a playful growl and wraps his arms around her waist. She leans into him and nuzzles his neck.

"Good. Now follow me." I encourage them. We storm into the woods towards the unsuspecting gypsy clan.

Spike and Dru run into the town killing and feeding everyone they see. I find the man who's daughter Angelus had his way with. Who knew that one night would change our undead lives forever.

"We have taken the village by storm. My friends are now massacring your people as we speak. You remove Angelus' soul and I will spare your wife and children." I attempt to reason with him. This man is very stubborn but at the mention of his children he wavers. Yes every humans weak spot. I know his family is hiding in the carriage behind me and I need leverage.

If I can convince him to remove the filthy soul that now inhabits my Angelus then everything will be back to normal.

But just as he is about to give in a scream erupts from the carriage behind me. I whip around to find Spike exiting the carriage and wiping the blood from his lips.

"So going to introduce me to your friend?" he asks me. I turn wide eyed and growling to the man who's family was just slaughtered and he gives me a firm no. I scream with rage and snap his neck. His body falls to the ground and his blood spills over the mossy leaves and brown dirt that coats the ground.