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Babyshowers at the Hellmouth
Chapter 11
by Adele Elisabeth
Note: You may be wondering how exactly the gang got hold of Darla. I'll tell you this and leave the rest to your imagination:
It involved a strip club, Darla (clearly), and Wes. Of course everyone else, too, but mainly them. I know what happened, and if you ask me nicely I might tell you. It amused me.
On to the story, then.
"Track down every vampire you can find. Comb this excuse for a town." Niamh told the assembled demons. "Find Cordy and Drusilla - and Drusilla's to be taken alive as well." She added quickly, noting the several chagrined looks.
Spike yelled from behind her, "As in, now."
The demons moved out with few words. Most of them looked human enough - due to spells, shapeshifting, any number of reasons - but there were those that stuck out like a pissed off grizzly.
Cordy paced. Drusilla had fallen asleep, and she was taking this quiet time to think and take stock. She hadn't come up with much so far.
"Arrgh. This is completely absurd. I need to b--" she cut herself off when at the arrival of a vision. Demons of all shapes and sizes hunting vampires in Sunnyhell, taking orders from...hang on, Niamh and Spike? Cordy shook her head. This was bizarre. She watched, rapt, as they searched the city.
"Black knights ride with the shining ones." She remembered Drusilla's cryptic words. "Whatdya know. She was right. In her way, anyhow. Weird much?"
Angel whirled and staked a vampire that had been attempting to sneak up on him as he patrolled with Buffy. It had been decided that Spike and Niamh would take their little demon army around the area, since Angel might get a bit emotional. (Well, Spike said 'all poofy and broody', but it amounts to the same thing)
"Good work there." Buffy commented, sidling closer to him as she kicked and staked a vampire. She made the eyes at him - y'know, those ones from way back when, the times when she and Angel would stare longingly at each other while everyone else gagged - I mean averted their eyes with faint embarrassment at seeing such a private moment. Ahem.
Angel didn't seem notice, to the slayer's disappointment. (Nyah nyah)
"They'll find her, Angel," Buffy tried to sound hopeful and uplifting, but it sounded false and oddly cheery even to her. She'd seen Cordelia' s abduction as a sign that she and Angel really were meant for one another. She just hoped the stupid ex-cheerleader would be her bitchy self, piss off the vampires and get herself killed.
"Yes. They will." His tone, however, sounded final, as if he'd brook no more discussion.
"If they don't you know--" she started, but he cut her off.
"They. Will."
***
Okay, put in your review if you'd like to find out how they got hold of Darla, and if enough people ask, I'll put it up at the beginning of the next chapter. I was too lazy to think something up before, so I just had that they'd gotten Darla, but then when I decided to work out how they did it, I got a bit of 'divine inspiration' and I came up with...well, ask and you shall receive. Tee hee.
In other words, review, damnit.
Toodles to yoodles,
Adele Elisabeth
Babyshowers at the Hellmouth
Chapter 11
by Adele Elisabeth
Note: You may be wondering how exactly the gang got hold of Darla. I'll tell you this and leave the rest to your imagination:
It involved a strip club, Darla (clearly), and Wes. Of course everyone else, too, but mainly them. I know what happened, and if you ask me nicely I might tell you. It amused me.
On to the story, then.
"Track down every vampire you can find. Comb this excuse for a town." Niamh told the assembled demons. "Find Cordy and Drusilla - and Drusilla's to be taken alive as well." She added quickly, noting the several chagrined looks.
Spike yelled from behind her, "As in, now."
The demons moved out with few words. Most of them looked human enough - due to spells, shapeshifting, any number of reasons - but there were those that stuck out like a pissed off grizzly.
Cordy paced. Drusilla had fallen asleep, and she was taking this quiet time to think and take stock. She hadn't come up with much so far.
"Arrgh. This is completely absurd. I need to b--" she cut herself off when at the arrival of a vision. Demons of all shapes and sizes hunting vampires in Sunnyhell, taking orders from...hang on, Niamh and Spike? Cordy shook her head. This was bizarre. She watched, rapt, as they searched the city.
"Black knights ride with the shining ones." She remembered Drusilla's cryptic words. "Whatdya know. She was right. In her way, anyhow. Weird much?"
Angel whirled and staked a vampire that had been attempting to sneak up on him as he patrolled with Buffy. It had been decided that Spike and Niamh would take their little demon army around the area, since Angel might get a bit emotional. (Well, Spike said 'all poofy and broody', but it amounts to the same thing)
"Good work there." Buffy commented, sidling closer to him as she kicked and staked a vampire. She made the eyes at him - y'know, those ones from way back when, the times when she and Angel would stare longingly at each other while everyone else gagged - I mean averted their eyes with faint embarrassment at seeing such a private moment. Ahem.
Angel didn't seem notice, to the slayer's disappointment. (Nyah nyah)
"They'll find her, Angel," Buffy tried to sound hopeful and uplifting, but it sounded false and oddly cheery even to her. She'd seen Cordelia' s abduction as a sign that she and Angel really were meant for one another. She just hoped the stupid ex-cheerleader would be her bitchy self, piss off the vampires and get herself killed.
"Yes. They will." His tone, however, sounded final, as if he'd brook no more discussion.
"If they don't you know--" she started, but he cut her off.
"They. Will."
***
Okay, put in your review if you'd like to find out how they got hold of Darla, and if enough people ask, I'll put it up at the beginning of the next chapter. I was too lazy to think something up before, so I just had that they'd gotten Darla, but then when I decided to work out how they did it, I got a bit of 'divine inspiration' and I came up with...well, ask and you shall receive. Tee hee.
In other words, review, damnit.
Toodles to yoodles,
Adele Elisabeth