Vogue
London, England 1881
Darla and I walked arm in arm down the busy well-lit street. It was well after sunset and the streets were crowded with people. Highly unusual, and highly annoying. I grumbled to myself and looked up at the electric streetlights that illuminated every corner, every nook and cranny.
"How are we meant to hunt with so many people around" I growl at Darla softly as we weave through a group of parishioners
Darla gives me a look "You're just annoyed you have to much of a choice" she tells me with a smirk
I pause at that and then shrug "Well yeah! Where's the fun, the thrill of the hunt, the taste of fear… the chase!" I growl softly as I roll my eyes "No skill anymore, I tell you Darla any half-wit fledge can get a drink…It's these damn lights!" I gesture up at the streetlights "Nothing good will come of this! I tell you!"
Darla laughs at me "Don't worry darling" she tells me as she pats my hand softly "I'm sure it's just another trend, another couple of years tops and everyone will have forgotten this" we cross the street and walk into a park
I growl angrily and glare as a happy couple strolls past "I hope so. I have a reputation to maintain!"
A/N: Just a little fun about how I thought Darla and Angel would react to the first streetlights. Lol. I wanted to use the word 'Fad' but then I realised that this word was probably not in use at this time, so I used 'Trend' instead. Lol, hope you all like it and please review!