Dawn didn't know what to say. Who was this Darla? And why does Spike seem so uncomfortable? And it's Spikes birthday?????
Spike motioned his hands still in shock and not quite sure what was going on. "Dawn this is Darla, Darla this is Dawn."
Darla smiled and let herself in placing the bottles of champagne on the table. "So Spikey, nice place you have here. If I would have known you already ordered in, I would have brought a snack too."
Spike jumped in front of Dawn, "Oh, no,no,no,no,no. Dawn's not a snack. Dawn is a friend. A very nice,young, healthy, alive, friend." Dawn glanced back between Darla and Spike.
"Actually, Spike and I were just leaving..."
"Hey," Spike started stearing Dawn out the door, "how about you go ahead. You're a big girl now."
Dawn bit her lip, "But Spike, what about the monsters?"
Spike waved his hand, "Oh, hell, you can scare anyone away, just give them your pregnant excuse. Bye!" He slamed the door shut and sighed. Darla found a few glasses and popped open a bottle.
"Pregnant?"
Spike walked back to her and leaned against the table. "Oh, it's nothing." Darla kept her calm expression and held her champagne filled glass in her hand and it exploded. Spike stepped back.
"Alright, we have a problem with pregnant women now I'm guessing?"
Darla took another glass slowly,filled it and whispered. "I was pregnant."
He arched an eyebrow."You were knocked up?" She smirked, "Mostly Angel's fault. Turned out to be a human baby too. I died to save it..." Spike came closer, hushing his voice careful not to shatter the delicate subject. "If you died...then how are you here?" Darla shrugged and gulped down the champagne, "Angel came back for Buffy because he loved her so much. I loved my baby. Angel says he's in some vortex now. He's not dead, or else I wouldn't have been able to come back." She pushed the other bottle towards him. "Funny how the world works." Spike opened the bottle and took a swig.
"So...what are you doing here then?"
Darla smiled, "Because it's your birthday! Why else?"
"But how did you know? I never told anyone."
"I've known you for a long time Spike, I noticed when you were with Dru. Angelus and I did it as well. Anyway, I happened to be in this hell hole at this point in time so I thought, why not, for old time's sake."
Spike grinned, "I really like that idea. What do you have in mind?"
She strutted over to the couch with bottle in hand, "A little catching up maybe?" He sat down beside her grabbing the other bottle. She grinned and ran a hand down his chest.
Spike looked at her oddly and took her hand away, "And you've been interested in me since when?"
Darla sighed, giving up the act, "Never mind, I'm not really in the mood either. It was just for fun and games. You know, early birthday present thing. Anyway, tell me what's been going on with you. Like you and Dru. What happened there? You two were all...insane puppy love, then poof, sanity kicks in and you leave."
Spike grabbed the other bottle and sat beside her, "She dumped me 'cause she thought I was in love with the slayer. And she was right, still is." Darla dropped the bottle and it smashed on the floor. She jumped up and screamed, "NO!" Spike got up and tried to touch her hand, "Darla! What's wrong?" She immediatly pulled back, "She poisoined your mind too! That witch!"
"Actually, that would be Willow, and she quit, so you're safe." Darla pushed him away and ran out the door.
Spike ran a hand through his hair and mumbled the sad melody, "Happy birthday to me..."
He lit a ciggarette, grabbed his guitar and collapsed on the couch.
He took a drag from his cigarette and started strumming on his unplugged electric guitar, humming a little melody. He soon found words that went along with the tune. "How'd this world get so fucking fun, all of a sudden. One day, you'll see how screwed you really are..." Struggling to find anything else to say, he chucked the guitar on his bed. "Oh fuck it all." He grabbed his leather jacket and headed out.
For no good reason at all, he was furious. Of course he could find reasons, or make some reasons happen. To make it simple, he decided just to pick a fight with a demon, or stake some young idiotic vampire. Whichever was more appealing.
He rushed through the forest, the scent of many helpless victims rushing past him. It sometimes drove him wild at how he couldn't even have one taste. He slowed his pace to a brisk walk. Spike let out a sigh and stared at the stars. "If only..." A slight whimper was heard, not very far from where Spike was. He cautiously marched forward, concentrating on that single sound. He loved using his instincts. After having a visit to the vet's, he didn't get a chance to let himself unleash, and enjoy the sacred powers that he possessed.
A few more paces and he could see a girl struggling pathetically from the grasp of a shadow. Spike advanced further and finally saw the clear image of a vampire. It was quite a large vampire, broad shoulders, nicely built, and well proportioned. Strong muscular arms held his prey securely. The girl saw Spike and tensed.
The vampire sensing Spike's presence lifted his horrific vampire face and immediately faded to his beautiful human features. He had deep green eyes and flaming red spiky hair. He wore a white sleeveless shirt, baggy blue jeans, and a silver chain choker around his neck.
Spike opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. He knew that vampire. Hell! He sired him! His name, was Lucifer.
Spike motioned his hands still in shock and not quite sure what was going on. "Dawn this is Darla, Darla this is Dawn."
Darla smiled and let herself in placing the bottles of champagne on the table. "So Spikey, nice place you have here. If I would have known you already ordered in, I would have brought a snack too."
Spike jumped in front of Dawn, "Oh, no,no,no,no,no. Dawn's not a snack. Dawn is a friend. A very nice,young, healthy, alive, friend." Dawn glanced back between Darla and Spike.
"Actually, Spike and I were just leaving..."
"Hey," Spike started stearing Dawn out the door, "how about you go ahead. You're a big girl now."
Dawn bit her lip, "But Spike, what about the monsters?"
Spike waved his hand, "Oh, hell, you can scare anyone away, just give them your pregnant excuse. Bye!" He slamed the door shut and sighed. Darla found a few glasses and popped open a bottle.
"Pregnant?"
Spike walked back to her and leaned against the table. "Oh, it's nothing." Darla kept her calm expression and held her champagne filled glass in her hand and it exploded. Spike stepped back.
"Alright, we have a problem with pregnant women now I'm guessing?"
Darla took another glass slowly,filled it and whispered. "I was pregnant."
He arched an eyebrow."You were knocked up?" She smirked, "Mostly Angel's fault. Turned out to be a human baby too. I died to save it..." Spike came closer, hushing his voice careful not to shatter the delicate subject. "If you died...then how are you here?" Darla shrugged and gulped down the champagne, "Angel came back for Buffy because he loved her so much. I loved my baby. Angel says he's in some vortex now. He's not dead, or else I wouldn't have been able to come back." She pushed the other bottle towards him. "Funny how the world works." Spike opened the bottle and took a swig.
"So...what are you doing here then?"
Darla smiled, "Because it's your birthday! Why else?"
"But how did you know? I never told anyone."
"I've known you for a long time Spike, I noticed when you were with Dru. Angelus and I did it as well. Anyway, I happened to be in this hell hole at this point in time so I thought, why not, for old time's sake."
Spike grinned, "I really like that idea. What do you have in mind?"
She strutted over to the couch with bottle in hand, "A little catching up maybe?" He sat down beside her grabbing the other bottle. She grinned and ran a hand down his chest.
Spike looked at her oddly and took her hand away, "And you've been interested in me since when?"
Darla sighed, giving up the act, "Never mind, I'm not really in the mood either. It was just for fun and games. You know, early birthday present thing. Anyway, tell me what's been going on with you. Like you and Dru. What happened there? You two were all...insane puppy love, then poof, sanity kicks in and you leave."
Spike grabbed the other bottle and sat beside her, "She dumped me 'cause she thought I was in love with the slayer. And she was right, still is." Darla dropped the bottle and it smashed on the floor. She jumped up and screamed, "NO!" Spike got up and tried to touch her hand, "Darla! What's wrong?" She immediatly pulled back, "She poisoined your mind too! That witch!"
"Actually, that would be Willow, and she quit, so you're safe." Darla pushed him away and ran out the door.
Spike ran a hand through his hair and mumbled the sad melody, "Happy birthday to me..."
He lit a ciggarette, grabbed his guitar and collapsed on the couch.
He took a drag from his cigarette and started strumming on his unplugged electric guitar, humming a little melody. He soon found words that went along with the tune. "How'd this world get so fucking fun, all of a sudden. One day, you'll see how screwed you really are..." Struggling to find anything else to say, he chucked the guitar on his bed. "Oh fuck it all." He grabbed his leather jacket and headed out.
For no good reason at all, he was furious. Of course he could find reasons, or make some reasons happen. To make it simple, he decided just to pick a fight with a demon, or stake some young idiotic vampire. Whichever was more appealing.
He rushed through the forest, the scent of many helpless victims rushing past him. It sometimes drove him wild at how he couldn't even have one taste. He slowed his pace to a brisk walk. Spike let out a sigh and stared at the stars. "If only..." A slight whimper was heard, not very far from where Spike was. He cautiously marched forward, concentrating on that single sound. He loved using his instincts. After having a visit to the vet's, he didn't get a chance to let himself unleash, and enjoy the sacred powers that he possessed.
A few more paces and he could see a girl struggling pathetically from the grasp of a shadow. Spike advanced further and finally saw the clear image of a vampire. It was quite a large vampire, broad shoulders, nicely built, and well proportioned. Strong muscular arms held his prey securely. The girl saw Spike and tensed.
The vampire sensing Spike's presence lifted his horrific vampire face and immediately faded to his beautiful human features. He had deep green eyes and flaming red spiky hair. He wore a white sleeveless shirt, baggy blue jeans, and a silver chain choker around his neck.
Spike opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. He knew that vampire. Hell! He sired him! His name, was Lucifer.