**Disclaimer**
I do not own the Buffy or Angel characters; they belong to Joss Whedon +
David Greenwalt (spl?). I did however for this chapter, invent Lewis Smith.
So he is MINE! Muahahhahha
Darla's Baby
Chapter 1
It was 3 AM. Sergeant Lewis Smith was on his nightly patrol of Los Angeles'
city streets. He loved his job. He felt almost macho working the streets.
There was something about being the authority figure that made hiatisfied, knowing he was doing a good deed. He walked down the street, gun his belt, and badge in his pocket; little did he know what was in storor him that night.
Darla squealed in pain. For the first time in centuries, the pain walmost too much to bear. She grabbed hold of a garbage can to steaderself, maybe she could find a kind soul to deliver her baby, and theispose of them right after. Maybe she would dispose of the baby too. Whan abomination she thought, the little brat must be straight from hell.
Maybe it's Satan himself. Tears rolled down her cheeks for the firsime in forever. She eyed a piece of wood inside the garbage can, wonderinhether or not to kill herself to free herself from the pain. Shoaned.she could feel it trying to escape.but the pain was too much and shunged for the piece of wood. She picked up, feeling it's every crack anump before plunging it towards her heart. An unfamiliar voice stopped her.
"Ma'am I don't think you want to do that".
"What the hell are you talking about?" Darla rasped angrily. "I know what I
want to do, I want to get this wretched thing out of me.I can feel iearing my insides. Its alive and it makes me sick." By now, Darla's sideere heaving and her voice had grown harsher and filled with hatred. Than stepped into the blinking light of the convenient store alley light. Has dressed in a police officer's clothing. His badge read Lewis Smith.
"Just put the stick down ma'am and I'll get you to the hospital, they'live you some drugs and you'll be okay, if you don't want the baby you caive it up for adoption." said Lewis, almost in a pleading voice. He haeen far too many young mothers give birth on prom night in bathrootalls, only to throw their defenceless babies in the garbage can. Not thiime, he thought.
"A hospital? Are you fucking insane?" Darla spat. "Do you know what I am?
What I could do to you if I felt like it?"
Lewis stared at her intensely in the blinking light. "Let me guess.you'rne of those vampire things that everyone's in a tizzy about?" he saiarcastically.
Darla momentarily forgot her pain. She lunged at him with the strength of ar going 80 miles an hour, grabbing him by his neck and sinking her teeteep inside his neck. She drank his blood. She could tell he was a smoker,
you could always tell a smoker's blood from someone who didn't smoke. Ilways had a sort of vanilla taste to it. When she had almost drained him,
something inside her made her stop. Something was urging her to change him.
But why? He was just some caring, either that or stupid, man who had trieo help her. She felt almost possessed as she opened the veins in her armnd transformed him. After she was done, she laid him in the alley antaggered off, left almost completely drained from her endeavour. But height wasn't finished yet.she still had to give birth.
I do not own the Buffy or Angel characters; they belong to Joss Whedon +
David Greenwalt (spl?). I did however for this chapter, invent Lewis Smith.
So he is MINE! Muahahhahha
Darla's Baby
Chapter 1
It was 3 AM. Sergeant Lewis Smith was on his nightly patrol of Los Angeles'
city streets. He loved his job. He felt almost macho working the streets.
There was something about being the authority figure that made hiatisfied, knowing he was doing a good deed. He walked down the street, gun his belt, and badge in his pocket; little did he know what was in storor him that night.
Darla squealed in pain. For the first time in centuries, the pain walmost too much to bear. She grabbed hold of a garbage can to steaderself, maybe she could find a kind soul to deliver her baby, and theispose of them right after. Maybe she would dispose of the baby too. Whan abomination she thought, the little brat must be straight from hell.
Maybe it's Satan himself. Tears rolled down her cheeks for the firsime in forever. She eyed a piece of wood inside the garbage can, wonderinhether or not to kill herself to free herself from the pain. Shoaned.she could feel it trying to escape.but the pain was too much and shunged for the piece of wood. She picked up, feeling it's every crack anump before plunging it towards her heart. An unfamiliar voice stopped her.
"Ma'am I don't think you want to do that".
"What the hell are you talking about?" Darla rasped angrily. "I know what I
want to do, I want to get this wretched thing out of me.I can feel iearing my insides. Its alive and it makes me sick." By now, Darla's sideere heaving and her voice had grown harsher and filled with hatred. Than stepped into the blinking light of the convenient store alley light. Has dressed in a police officer's clothing. His badge read Lewis Smith.
"Just put the stick down ma'am and I'll get you to the hospital, they'live you some drugs and you'll be okay, if you don't want the baby you caive it up for adoption." said Lewis, almost in a pleading voice. He haeen far too many young mothers give birth on prom night in bathrootalls, only to throw their defenceless babies in the garbage can. Not thiime, he thought.
"A hospital? Are you fucking insane?" Darla spat. "Do you know what I am?
What I could do to you if I felt like it?"
Lewis stared at her intensely in the blinking light. "Let me guess.you'rne of those vampire things that everyone's in a tizzy about?" he saiarcastically.
Darla momentarily forgot her pain. She lunged at him with the strength of ar going 80 miles an hour, grabbing him by his neck and sinking her teeteep inside his neck. She drank his blood. She could tell he was a smoker,
you could always tell a smoker's blood from someone who didn't smoke. Ilways had a sort of vanilla taste to it. When she had almost drained him,
something inside her made her stop. Something was urging her to change him.
But why? He was just some caring, either that or stupid, man who had trieo help her. She felt almost possessed as she opened the veins in her armnd transformed him. After she was done, she laid him in the alley antaggered off, left almost completely drained from her endeavour. But height wasn't finished yet.she still had to give birth.
