Something New
by AlienPred18
Disclaimer: See part 1
Notes: See previous parts.
"Angel, there has to be another way," Cordelia begged. This was torture, there had to be another way to get what they needed.
"Cordy, this is the only way and you know it," he explained. He didn't want to do this either, but he had to.
"Is he going to do what I think he's going to do?" Willow asked. If he was, he really had changed from the brooding vampire in Sunnydale.
"How about 'I've Got You Under My Skin' by Frank Sinatra to represent the hopelessness of ever having a relationship with Buffy," Anya suggested. She had dated the incubus back in the 1800's. She wondered what he was up to these days.
Angel looked at her for a second before returning to the song list. He had to pick out the right song. Suddenly he heard Gunn say, "Angel forget the song. Look at the door." He looked up and saw his sire walking in. She looked as if she was looking for someone.
He dropped the song list and went towards her, followed closely by his friends. "Darla," he said darkly when he was beside her.
"Angelus," she hissed. Then she looked behind him. "And his fearless crew." She returned her attention back to Angel, "Is this a family outing?"
"What are you doing here?"
"What can I say, I like it here. It's a nice place, where a girl can wind down after a long night of killing," she said, her voice dripping with sacasm.
Angel refused to be heckled by her. "Where is he?"
"Where's who?" she asked innocently. "Your fan from another reality? Oh... Dru's keeping an eye on him, while I take care of some business. To think, there's a place out there where you're interesting enough to have TV show. That must be a sad place to live."
"Cut the crap. Where is he?" Angel said more sternly. He was about to say something else, but someone coming through the door caught his attention. Darla wondering what he looking at, turned and saw Lindsey walking towards her.
"Oh, that's the business I was talking about. We really must continue this, " she said before heading towards Lindsey.
"I don't think so," Angel growled, grabbing her arm, "We finish this now."
Lindsey walked to them, noting the situation. "Look Angel, we have some business to conduct. You can finish this lover's spat afterwards." He didn't have time for this. All he wanted was to get the kid and get him back to his own reality.
"Listen Lindsey, I cleaning up your mess. You have no idea what's at stake because of what you did," Angel growled at the lawyer.
"Oh, you mean the whole 'destruction of all realities' part. Yeah, I know. That's why I'm trying to negotiate getting him back."
This last statement surprised Darla. "Whoa, whoa," she said pulling her arm away from Angel. Then she regarded both of them, "What do you mean 'destruction of all realities'?"
"If 'my fan', as you put it, isn't returned to his own reality in less than four days, all of this," he said, motioning around him, "is gone. Our reality, his reality, and every other reality in existence will be destroyed."
Dru had called him Death, but Darla hadn't thought she meant death of everything, just Angel and probably Spike. She'd already died three times now, she didn't want to go for a fourth. "Alright, follow me. I'll take you to him." She began walking to the exit. Then she looked at Angel and added, "But don't think I'm doing this out of the goodness of my undead heart. It's just that I prefer to be alive to revel in the death and destruction of everything."
by AlienPred18
Disclaimer: See part 1
Notes: See previous parts.
"Angel, there has to be another way," Cordelia begged. This was torture, there had to be another way to get what they needed.
"Cordy, this is the only way and you know it," he explained. He didn't want to do this either, but he had to.
"Is he going to do what I think he's going to do?" Willow asked. If he was, he really had changed from the brooding vampire in Sunnydale.
"How about 'I've Got You Under My Skin' by Frank Sinatra to represent the hopelessness of ever having a relationship with Buffy," Anya suggested. She had dated the incubus back in the 1800's. She wondered what he was up to these days.
Angel looked at her for a second before returning to the song list. He had to pick out the right song. Suddenly he heard Gunn say, "Angel forget the song. Look at the door." He looked up and saw his sire walking in. She looked as if she was looking for someone.
He dropped the song list and went towards her, followed closely by his friends. "Darla," he said darkly when he was beside her.
"Angelus," she hissed. Then she looked behind him. "And his fearless crew." She returned her attention back to Angel, "Is this a family outing?"
"What are you doing here?"
"What can I say, I like it here. It's a nice place, where a girl can wind down after a long night of killing," she said, her voice dripping with sacasm.
Angel refused to be heckled by her. "Where is he?"
"Where's who?" she asked innocently. "Your fan from another reality? Oh... Dru's keeping an eye on him, while I take care of some business. To think, there's a place out there where you're interesting enough to have TV show. That must be a sad place to live."
"Cut the crap. Where is he?" Angel said more sternly. He was about to say something else, but someone coming through the door caught his attention. Darla wondering what he looking at, turned and saw Lindsey walking towards her.
"Oh, that's the business I was talking about. We really must continue this, " she said before heading towards Lindsey.
"I don't think so," Angel growled, grabbing her arm, "We finish this now."
Lindsey walked to them, noting the situation. "Look Angel, we have some business to conduct. You can finish this lover's spat afterwards." He didn't have time for this. All he wanted was to get the kid and get him back to his own reality.
"Listen Lindsey, I cleaning up your mess. You have no idea what's at stake because of what you did," Angel growled at the lawyer.
"Oh, you mean the whole 'destruction of all realities' part. Yeah, I know. That's why I'm trying to negotiate getting him back."
This last statement surprised Darla. "Whoa, whoa," she said pulling her arm away from Angel. Then she regarded both of them, "What do you mean 'destruction of all realities'?"
"If 'my fan', as you put it, isn't returned to his own reality in less than four days, all of this," he said, motioning around him, "is gone. Our reality, his reality, and every other reality in existence will be destroyed."
Dru had called him Death, but Darla hadn't thought she meant death of everything, just Angel and probably Spike. She'd already died three times now, she didn't want to go for a fourth. "Alright, follow me. I'll take you to him." She began walking to the exit. Then she looked at Angel and added, "But don't think I'm doing this out of the goodness of my undead heart. It's just that I prefer to be alive to revel in the death and destruction of everything."