Angelus growled at the blonde headed vampire he held by the throat, his face contorting into the visage of a vampire, lips curling back to reveal fangs.
"Put him down Angelus." The sweet accent reached Angelus's ears and he felt a small hand press into his lower back.
He snarled again and threw the whimpering vampire into the far wall of the large abandoned warehouse.
"Good boy." The owner of the voice moved up beside Angelus and he snaked his left arm around the woman's small waist.
"He's wasting our time Darla. Willow has already opened a portal to the new world, they could have found the texts and destroyed them by now"
Shhh my love" Darla soothed running a delicate hand up Angelus's shirt clad chest, "We'll never get there in time if you kill the brains of our gang. Now apologise to the poor boy."
Angelus looked at the cowering figure of the clever blonde vampire, "Gee Carl I'm sorry."
Angelus sighed his face morphing back to human, he looked down on his sire's pretty blonde head, her hair set in wild curls about her face, "How do you always steer me right?"
"Because I'm older and wiser than you," Darla turned her attention to the blonde vampire, "Now Carl, how much longer until you can open the portal?" She smiled a smile that oozed false sweetness hiding malice. Darla didn't want Carl dust but she had no qualms about torturing him if needs be.
Carl scrambled to his feet and ran over to a large oak table that sat in the corner of the warehouse. He picked up a piece of paper and tried desperately to calm the shaking in his hands, "Um if my calculations-"
"If Carl?" Darla questioned
Carl nodded understanding the connotations in Darla's tone, "My calculations confirm that we will be able to open the portal to the alternate LA tomorrow night just after sun set."
"After sun set." Angelus repeated, "Convenient" He commented giving Darla a little squeeze.
"Angelus" The English voice managed to sound cocky even when only calling a name.
Angelus felt a heavy, cold hand hit him on the shoulder. "Spike" his voice deadpan.
"How you doing mate" Spike wiped a hand across his nose as he followed his sires glare to Carl, "Any closer to opening this portal thing of ours?"
"Sunset tomorrow" Angelus removed his arm from Darla's waist and dropped down into a chair a few feet away, running a hand over his chin.
"Sunset? Better get packing then" A grin spread on Spikes face.
An annoyed looked set on Darla's pretty features as she turned to Spike, "Yes Spike sunset, don't do anything stupid between now and then."
"Spike" A lilting accent snapped Spikes attention away from Darla.
"There's my princess." Spike looked on appreciatively as Drusilla moved effortlessly towards him. Every time he saw the raven headed vampire he was stunned at how graceful she was, she seemed to float rather than walk.
Drusilla offered her cheek to Spike and he gently kissed her. "Can I give daddy his present?" Drusilla turned her dark eyes on Spike.
"Dru honey it was supposed to be a surprise."
Drusilla took a step back from Spike and whined.
"I'm sorry baby. You do whatever you like."
Drusilla clapped her hands like an excited child, "Bring forth the gift" she waved her right hand towards the dark recesses of the warehouse.
A large male vampire emerged out of the shadows holding a small, struggling, blonde woman in his arms. The vampire pushed the crying woman over to Angelus and he reached his arms out greedily towards her.
"Dru you shouldn't have," Angelus said with a sly grin seeping over his mouth.
"Dru saw her during dinner and we thought you'd love her. Small, blonde and just ripe for the taking." Spike flashed his eyebrows up at Angelus, "That's your type isn't it?"
Darla's look grew harder at Spikes words as an image of that slayer Buffy popped up in her mind.
Angelus directed a low growl at Spike, which slowly changed into a chuckle, "You know me to well, Spike."
He looked down at the woman's exposed neck and he felt his brow growing, the smell of fear that this woman gave off was intoxicating. He buried his fangs deep into the woman's neck laughing at her screams as he drank.
*
"Darla"
A punk vampire who had just sauntered in through the entrance to the warehouse drew the blonde's attention.
"Have you brought the witch?" Darla was growing impatient and frustrated. Angelus and Spike had been pouring over Carls plans for opening the portal since dinner, paying her no attention whatsoever and Drusilla had been lying spread eagled on the ground singing some unrecognisable lullaby for the past half an hour, it was starting to eat away at her temper.
The punk vampire nodded beckoning towards a young woman who stood stock still in the doorway.
Darla could smell the power on her, not as much as Willow had but enough for her purposes.
"Do you know why you're here?" Darla asked the witch.
"Mark" The witch pointed over to the punk vampire, "Said you'd pay me to open a portal."
"You can do it?"
"Yes" There was a slight shake in the witches voice, she wasn't stupid she knew that these vampires were some of the worst around but she desperately needed money. She was so desperate that she'd do anything, including opening a portal for demons.
Darla smiled, "What's your name?"
"Amy" the witch told her.
"Well Amy, we open the portal sunset tomorrow. Carl over there will tell you everything you need to know."
Amy nodded, 'Best to keep silent and just get on with it' she thought to herself as she moved over to Carl.
Darla sighed and sat down into a plush velvet chair, rubbing her left temple. The witches apparent agreement to the plan had not helped to ease her impatience, "Dru" she snapped, "Will you stop that incessant singing."
Letting her eyes sink closed she tried to focus on the brutal things she would do to that bitch Cordelia Chase when she got her hands on her in this new world.
A faint smile ghosted on her lips.