No Fear: Chapter 4
By obi's girl
Disclaimer: Angel and Buffy are a trademark of Joss Whedon. All the characters mentioned belong to him. I was just itching to get this down before I lost it. Enjoy :)
Chapter 4
In the past five months, he had learned so much from her. She made him a vampire. He didn't care. He wanted to be by her side and he was glad for it. The chase was exhilarating. Buffy and Angel were formidable opponents - both strong and both able. And persistent. Darla ordered that they split up - Lindsey with her and Dru by herself, a ploy he now saw as a distraction to get the Slayer and Angel off their tail. It was better that way. Only, Darla knew they couldn't stay in the sewer for long and that they couldn't keep running. Sooner or later, there was going to be a confrontation. She turned to him, smiling brushing her hands together. "Wasn't that fun?"
Lindsey laughed, "It was. I had no idea the Slayer would be so fast and stubborn,"
She made a face, "She's always been like that. I think that's why Angel loved her and I guess, still does. Why wouldn't have called her, if not to chase me?"
He frowned, "Her Watcher will make an easy target. He's old,"
Darla waved her hand no, "He may be old but he's got a lot of fight in him. And besides, if the Watcher gets attacked, he'll run to Buffy and complain and we'll get our heads slashed off," she paused, rubbing her fingers, "It would make for a rather big mess,"
He smiled again, "And you've never been one for messes, have you, Darla?"
The vampire turned to him, "Of course not. All that blood everywhere and the stench of dead bodies. I know I can't smell anymore but it still disgusts me," straddling him.
"But killing them both would make for a nice bonus. I don't really know what Slayer's blood takes like but I bet, it's Hell as it runs through your veins,"
She touched his face, smiling, "It's a killer aphrodisiac," Darla paused, smiling, "In fact, I'm feeling aroused right now," kissing his neck.
Lindsey laughed. It was going to be a killer night.
Despite on far they'd gotten on their trail, Buffy and Angel agreed to return to Angel Investigations. It was late and they were both tired and running all night after two vampires was going to be weary. Buffy smiled at him as she went upstairs and found a room to sleep in. Angel plopped onto the couch. It was late and he was tired. The vampire closed his eyes, letting sleep envelope him.
Dublin Country side - 1750
Angeles? Where have you been? a voice asked.
The soulless vampire turned around, facing his sire. It was a cold night. Darla stood before him, dressed in an over flowy, glamorous dress. It made her look like a countess, masking her true intentions. She walked forward, playing with her fan. I asked you where you were? She was irritated. When she got no reply, she kept talking, Dru was starting to worry about you. And I was too, except Spike. He enjoyed having Dru to himself,
Angeles smiled, A family. A wife of 24, husband of 36, two girls and a boy. The eldest girl was 10 and the youngest, only 7. The boy was 3 months. They tasted rather nice and sweet. he paused, It reminds me of that rhyme I used to hear a lot, growen' up. he paced around, trying to remember the rhyme, Ah yes. Sugar and spice and all things nice. That's what little girls are made of. They were sugar and spice. Nice spice,
Darla laughed, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself on a short spree but we're leaving. We're leaving the country. The locals here are so sentimental and I can use a new change of setting,
What's wrong with Dublin? You don't like my home?
She smiled, Oh I do. But I don't like the people. They smell of rich aristocrats. I hate politics. It's always nasty and messy. And you know I hate messes,
He walked up to her, grabbing her tightly, Oh I know what you like, all right. What was it? Around the breasts and a slight pinch at the neck?
The vampire nodded no, Not here, love. It maybe countryside but there's still onlookers. she let go, unraveling her fan, Tonight. We leave tonight. And I was thinking Romania. The country intrigues me and the people are easy prey,
"What do you think happened to Drusilla?" Lindsey asked as his love lay on top of him.
Darla rolled her eyes, "Probably dead. Buffy's a fast one. And Dru, well, she can be weak sometimes - an easy prey,"
He frowned, "Then it's just you and me?"
She peered up at him, "And that would be a bad thing? Please, I hate having to tell Dru to leave the room because we're about to have sex. She's still a child,"
Lindsey smiled, "The Slayer and Angel. We can't hide from them forever. Eventually both of us will be out of breath. She's too fast and he's too strong,"
Darla scowled, "They're both weary and ignorant. Buffy will grow tired and return to Sunnydale after she realizes she can't do anymore to help Angel. Her family means more to her than her ex-lover. It's the way she works," kissing his chest.
"They'll still pursue us - never give up."
"So both of them won't give up. It's not like they're the ultimate crime fighting team. They're not like Bat Man and Bat Girl." She retorted, lowering down to his thighs.
He smiled, "I remember watching that show as a kid. Bat Girl was hot in that costume. And Bat Man and Robin were dorks. Those tights did nothing for their figures,"
She peered up at him, smiling, "Then let me do something for you," continuing to kiss his legs.
Giles came in late that night. He gave up after awhile and stopped of at a bar for a drink, before Buffy paged him and told him to return to headquarters. The Watcher agreed. He walked into Buffy's room, removing his coat and dropping his stake. Buffy lay on the bed, in the adjacent room. The Slayer was tired as well. It had been 2 weeks since she and her Watcher arrived in LA to help Angel and it didn't look like there would be change anytime soon. He dropped on the bed eager for sleep until he heard Buffy spoke from the other room. He mumbled a few words.
"Giles, are you awake?" she asked.
He groaned. "No. I'm just plopped on my bed, waiting for the Sand Man to come,"
Buffy laughed. She always did enjoy his sour humor, even when he was angry. "I was thinking about something,"
He noticed her voice grew louder as she spoke. She was nearing him and she was near - right next to him. Giles plopped his hand up, holding up his head. "What were you wandering?"
She frowned, "It's just worries me. Angel. It seems like he's obsessed with Darla, the way he was obsessed with killing me as Angelus. I know he doesn't want her back but I talked to Wesley. I asked him how serious the situation was and he told me about the pictures he drew of her."
Giles sat up, feeling her concern, "Pictures? How many did he draw?"
"Let's just say it was more than 20. And Cordelia and Gunn have tried to hold him back, keep him from going over to the Dark side of the Force - which was good but I think Angel's attachment to Darla is more, stronger than it was with me,"
He removed his glasses, "Perhaps, because she sired him, he feels a stronger link to her. They were together for some 400 years before you came along, Buffy. She was his whole world."
"I know and that's what worried me. What if he tales this too far? What if he makes this his crusade and forgets about the lives of million others - innocent lives, to focus all this attention on Darla?"
"Buffy, Angel knows what he has to do. He's not going to put AI on hold because of her. Work will continue. That's why you forced him to hire back Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn,"
She frowned, "But even with that, I'm still worried."
He smiled, as she fell onto his chest, "I know you can keep Angel from reverting to his old self. He won't abandon his moral issues for a one night stand or hunt..." he began as he realized Buffy was already asleep. Giles smiled, kissed her head and fell asleep...
By obi's girl
Disclaimer: Angel and Buffy are a trademark of Joss Whedon. All the characters mentioned belong to him. I was just itching to get this down before I lost it. Enjoy :)
Chapter 4
In the past five months, he had learned so much from her. She made him a vampire. He didn't care. He wanted to be by her side and he was glad for it. The chase was exhilarating. Buffy and Angel were formidable opponents - both strong and both able. And persistent. Darla ordered that they split up - Lindsey with her and Dru by herself, a ploy he now saw as a distraction to get the Slayer and Angel off their tail. It was better that way. Only, Darla knew they couldn't stay in the sewer for long and that they couldn't keep running. Sooner or later, there was going to be a confrontation. She turned to him, smiling brushing her hands together. "Wasn't that fun?"
Lindsey laughed, "It was. I had no idea the Slayer would be so fast and stubborn,"
She made a face, "She's always been like that. I think that's why Angel loved her and I guess, still does. Why wouldn't have called her, if not to chase me?"
He frowned, "Her Watcher will make an easy target. He's old,"
Darla waved her hand no, "He may be old but he's got a lot of fight in him. And besides, if the Watcher gets attacked, he'll run to Buffy and complain and we'll get our heads slashed off," she paused, rubbing her fingers, "It would make for a rather big mess,"
He smiled again, "And you've never been one for messes, have you, Darla?"
The vampire turned to him, "Of course not. All that blood everywhere and the stench of dead bodies. I know I can't smell anymore but it still disgusts me," straddling him.
"But killing them both would make for a nice bonus. I don't really know what Slayer's blood takes like but I bet, it's Hell as it runs through your veins,"
She touched his face, smiling, "It's a killer aphrodisiac," Darla paused, smiling, "In fact, I'm feeling aroused right now," kissing his neck.
Lindsey laughed. It was going to be a killer night.
Despite on far they'd gotten on their trail, Buffy and Angel agreed to return to Angel Investigations. It was late and they were both tired and running all night after two vampires was going to be weary. Buffy smiled at him as she went upstairs and found a room to sleep in. Angel plopped onto the couch. It was late and he was tired. The vampire closed his eyes, letting sleep envelope him.
Dublin Country side - 1750
Angeles? Where have you been? a voice asked.
The soulless vampire turned around, facing his sire. It was a cold night. Darla stood before him, dressed in an over flowy, glamorous dress. It made her look like a countess, masking her true intentions. She walked forward, playing with her fan. I asked you where you were? She was irritated. When she got no reply, she kept talking, Dru was starting to worry about you. And I was too, except Spike. He enjoyed having Dru to himself,
Angeles smiled, A family. A wife of 24, husband of 36, two girls and a boy. The eldest girl was 10 and the youngest, only 7. The boy was 3 months. They tasted rather nice and sweet. he paused, It reminds me of that rhyme I used to hear a lot, growen' up. he paced around, trying to remember the rhyme, Ah yes. Sugar and spice and all things nice. That's what little girls are made of. They were sugar and spice. Nice spice,
Darla laughed, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself on a short spree but we're leaving. We're leaving the country. The locals here are so sentimental and I can use a new change of setting,
What's wrong with Dublin? You don't like my home?
She smiled, Oh I do. But I don't like the people. They smell of rich aristocrats. I hate politics. It's always nasty and messy. And you know I hate messes,
He walked up to her, grabbing her tightly, Oh I know what you like, all right. What was it? Around the breasts and a slight pinch at the neck?
The vampire nodded no, Not here, love. It maybe countryside but there's still onlookers. she let go, unraveling her fan, Tonight. We leave tonight. And I was thinking Romania. The country intrigues me and the people are easy prey,
"What do you think happened to Drusilla?" Lindsey asked as his love lay on top of him.
Darla rolled her eyes, "Probably dead. Buffy's a fast one. And Dru, well, she can be weak sometimes - an easy prey,"
He frowned, "Then it's just you and me?"
She peered up at him, "And that would be a bad thing? Please, I hate having to tell Dru to leave the room because we're about to have sex. She's still a child,"
Lindsey smiled, "The Slayer and Angel. We can't hide from them forever. Eventually both of us will be out of breath. She's too fast and he's too strong,"
Darla scowled, "They're both weary and ignorant. Buffy will grow tired and return to Sunnydale after she realizes she can't do anymore to help Angel. Her family means more to her than her ex-lover. It's the way she works," kissing his chest.
"They'll still pursue us - never give up."
"So both of them won't give up. It's not like they're the ultimate crime fighting team. They're not like Bat Man and Bat Girl." She retorted, lowering down to his thighs.
He smiled, "I remember watching that show as a kid. Bat Girl was hot in that costume. And Bat Man and Robin were dorks. Those tights did nothing for their figures,"
She peered up at him, smiling, "Then let me do something for you," continuing to kiss his legs.
Giles came in late that night. He gave up after awhile and stopped of at a bar for a drink, before Buffy paged him and told him to return to headquarters. The Watcher agreed. He walked into Buffy's room, removing his coat and dropping his stake. Buffy lay on the bed, in the adjacent room. The Slayer was tired as well. It had been 2 weeks since she and her Watcher arrived in LA to help Angel and it didn't look like there would be change anytime soon. He dropped on the bed eager for sleep until he heard Buffy spoke from the other room. He mumbled a few words.
"Giles, are you awake?" she asked.
He groaned. "No. I'm just plopped on my bed, waiting for the Sand Man to come,"
Buffy laughed. She always did enjoy his sour humor, even when he was angry. "I was thinking about something,"
He noticed her voice grew louder as she spoke. She was nearing him and she was near - right next to him. Giles plopped his hand up, holding up his head. "What were you wandering?"
She frowned, "It's just worries me. Angel. It seems like he's obsessed with Darla, the way he was obsessed with killing me as Angelus. I know he doesn't want her back but I talked to Wesley. I asked him how serious the situation was and he told me about the pictures he drew of her."
Giles sat up, feeling her concern, "Pictures? How many did he draw?"
"Let's just say it was more than 20. And Cordelia and Gunn have tried to hold him back, keep him from going over to the Dark side of the Force - which was good but I think Angel's attachment to Darla is more, stronger than it was with me,"
He removed his glasses, "Perhaps, because she sired him, he feels a stronger link to her. They were together for some 400 years before you came along, Buffy. She was his whole world."
"I know and that's what worried me. What if he tales this too far? What if he makes this his crusade and forgets about the lives of million others - innocent lives, to focus all this attention on Darla?"
"Buffy, Angel knows what he has to do. He's not going to put AI on hold because of her. Work will continue. That's why you forced him to hire back Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn,"
She frowned, "But even with that, I'm still worried."
He smiled, as she fell onto his chest, "I know you can keep Angel from reverting to his old self. He won't abandon his moral issues for a one night stand or hunt..." he began as he realized Buffy was already asleep. Giles smiled, kissed her head and fell asleep...