Author's Notes: This chapter takes place simultaneously to chapter 2. It is set in the Angel story arc right after Reprise, except Angel did lose his soul after sleeping with Darla.
Meanwhile....
Angel jumped up from the bed with a gasp. Cool beads of sweat were running down his forehead.
Suddenly he clutched his forehead tightly and cried out in agony as he felt a familiar sensation running through his body.
No! It's happening!
Angel fell to the ground with a mind-shattering scream as his soul was pried from him. Darla watched on in amusement. My boy's coming back to me.
The noise and frustration coming from Angel suddenly stopped. Darla stared as he calmly stood up, smile fixed on his face. He was holding something in his hand, but Darla couldn't quite make out what it was. He turned.
"Darla." Angelus hadn't lost his former charm. "How nice to see you."
Darla grinned and ran to Angelus, holding him in a tight embrace. She shuddered.
"Angelus!" Her voice was full of emotion. "That soul gig was really beginning to get old, my dear."
Angelus considered her words, his smile increasing.
"We've missed you, Angelus. Me and Dru. Now we can be a family again. We can be again what we were before. Hell, we could even go to Sunnydale for Spike."
Angelus didn't say anything, but the smile on his face grew even wider. Darla could see the evil intent in his eyes. She figured he was still adjusting to being free again.
"Do say you'll join us? Without you, my boy, I simply feel dead inside."
Angelus grinned. "Really? Allow me to make that an all-over feeling."
With insane speed, he jerked his hand forward towards Darla's chest. There was a sharp pain.
Darla gazed downwards to see the object Angelus had been hiding. A stake. She looked him right in the eye.
"You bastard."
Then turned to dust.
Angelus was still smiling as he walked out the Hyperion hotel, into the night.