Darla tilted her head slightly to the left, keeping her eyes fixed
upon the miserable excuse for a master vampire in front of her. It had
taken almost two decades, but she had found him. Her Angelus.
She couldn't help but notice that the bond they once shared had weakened. To be completely truthful, it scared her. Obviously, something was wrong, and damn it she wasn't going to figure it out.
Still, she had found what she came for. Casting a look at her minions, she was pleased to see a vampire sinking his fangs into a young girls neck before moving on to the next. The violence around her seemed to enhance the moment.
With a suggestive, sexy smile, the blonde vampiress attempted to saunter into the hut. Who said the chains around Angelus' wrists were a bad thing, Darla mused silently. All of the gypsies were going to be dead soon anyway: why not have a little fun in the midst of it? It was the kind of twisted irony that Angelus would have loved.
What Darla hadn't anticipated, though, was the magical barrier surrounding the hut.
She was repelled from the doorway, hitting the soil hard. Hot white pain shot through her limbs, and a perplexed look crossed her face.
"Angelus?" she whimpered
"I...I killed them," Angel whispered back, barely even registering his sire's cry. Images continued to harass his mind. Nothing made sense except the color red. It was everywhere. "It's my fault. I, I deserve this. My father always knew I was going to be a failure. A failure. And Kathy! Oh, god. She's. My fault. All my fault." The muscles in his neck had relaxed, and his posture was entirely unlike him.
Darla was desperate now. Something was *seriously* wrong with Angelus. "What the Hell did they do to you!" She got up, and cautiously approached the entryway again. Keeping out of the threshold, she tried getting Angelus' attention by calling his name.
He was having none of it. He just kept muttering incoherently about being sorry about everything. Literally. Every little thing he had ever done. It was like a...a human!, Darla realized. She held back the gag at the thought that the Scourge of Europe being reduced to the same level as such a filthy, digusting species. But how?
"Angelus," she called out loudly, one final time. She concentrated all her energy on the faded, but present, sire-childe bond. She withheld a sigh of relief as his eyes became focused once more.
"Angelus, baby, what did they do to you?"
"Get out of here." He spoke quietly, but harshly. "They'll get you."
Within moments his body started to shake visibly. Once again, he secumbed to his vegatative trance.
"Too late," another voice rasped. It was one of the gypsies. She lay on the ground, slowly choking on her own blood. A vampire had already gotten to her, but she was still alive. In his haste, he hadn't drained her entirely. Knowing her end had come, she was determined to make one final act. It wasn't hard to identify the blonde vampiress in front of her. She had seen her in her dreams, even as the monster killed her sister. It was the vampire that had gotten away. If she could kill Darla, revenge, in her mind, would be achieved. Summoning her power, she did the next best thing. Her eyes turned black, and her hair went from light brown to match her eyes. With the aid of her great-grandmother's spirit, she hissed out a string of latin phrases. She exhaled her final breath just as the Darla fell to her knees in agony.
She couldn't help but notice that the bond they once shared had weakened. To be completely truthful, it scared her. Obviously, something was wrong, and damn it she wasn't going to figure it out.
Still, she had found what she came for. Casting a look at her minions, she was pleased to see a vampire sinking his fangs into a young girls neck before moving on to the next. The violence around her seemed to enhance the moment.
With a suggestive, sexy smile, the blonde vampiress attempted to saunter into the hut. Who said the chains around Angelus' wrists were a bad thing, Darla mused silently. All of the gypsies were going to be dead soon anyway: why not have a little fun in the midst of it? It was the kind of twisted irony that Angelus would have loved.
What Darla hadn't anticipated, though, was the magical barrier surrounding the hut.
She was repelled from the doorway, hitting the soil hard. Hot white pain shot through her limbs, and a perplexed look crossed her face.
"Angelus?" she whimpered
"I...I killed them," Angel whispered back, barely even registering his sire's cry. Images continued to harass his mind. Nothing made sense except the color red. It was everywhere. "It's my fault. I, I deserve this. My father always knew I was going to be a failure. A failure. And Kathy! Oh, god. She's. My fault. All my fault." The muscles in his neck had relaxed, and his posture was entirely unlike him.
Darla was desperate now. Something was *seriously* wrong with Angelus. "What the Hell did they do to you!" She got up, and cautiously approached the entryway again. Keeping out of the threshold, she tried getting Angelus' attention by calling his name.
He was having none of it. He just kept muttering incoherently about being sorry about everything. Literally. Every little thing he had ever done. It was like a...a human!, Darla realized. She held back the gag at the thought that the Scourge of Europe being reduced to the same level as such a filthy, digusting species. But how?
"Angelus," she called out loudly, one final time. She concentrated all her energy on the faded, but present, sire-childe bond. She withheld a sigh of relief as his eyes became focused once more.
"Angelus, baby, what did they do to you?"
"Get out of here." He spoke quietly, but harshly. "They'll get you."
Within moments his body started to shake visibly. Once again, he secumbed to his vegatative trance.
"Too late," another voice rasped. It was one of the gypsies. She lay on the ground, slowly choking on her own blood. A vampire had already gotten to her, but she was still alive. In his haste, he hadn't drained her entirely. Knowing her end had come, she was determined to make one final act. It wasn't hard to identify the blonde vampiress in front of her. She had seen her in her dreams, even as the monster killed her sister. It was the vampire that had gotten away. If she could kill Darla, revenge, in her mind, would be achieved. Summoning her power, she did the next best thing. Her eyes turned black, and her hair went from light brown to match her eyes. With the aid of her great-grandmother's spirit, she hissed out a string of latin phrases. She exhaled her final breath just as the Darla fell to her knees in agony.
