"Hmm" the sounds of Chopin drifted over me. "La, La " my head moves slowly left to right, keeping in time with the music. Behind me is Lindsey.

"Ah Lindsey." A southern boy to the core. But it's hidden, behind 5000 suits and quick words. Education can make anyone into what they want to be.

I didn't have that luxury, but then again I had time. 400 years. My life as a vampire taught me more than any college education could.

I pity him, he doesn't understand, not like my boy.

Angelus.

Just the thought of him brings a smile to my face and a song to my heart. Then my boy went and got a soul, well it was me who gave him the gypsy girl but still... ah my boy did have the touch. I shiver uncontrollably just thinking of what he was and is capable of. He was more then my child he was my mate. He was my master. I made him but he dominated me, in return he gave me everything I wanted, well almost everything.

Now everyone thinks everything I do is because of that soulful bastard. Even in this age, women are dominated. But it isn't always about him. Sometimes a girl just wants to have a little fun. Cut up a rich pretty boy just to see if he bleeds red. They all do bleed red that is. After all blood is blood and blo is life. It's the thing that makes people and vampires who they are.

It makes me who I am.

Who am I?

Am I Darla, the vampire? No, I can't be I have a soul and well a heartbeat. So I am not her. I have her memories. Some of her desires. Mostly dealing with Angelus.

A pause, a breath and a soft hand lightly touches my shoulder. Lindsey ::rolling my eyes again:; moving slightly away from him still staring out the window. Overlooking the city of Angel's. I can't just shun him, he has been so kind. Like an eager child tying to please mommy.

If I was still that Darla I might have made him a vampire but then again if I was still that Darla all I would have wanted was my boy.