1 Chapter # 4
"What do you want Darla?"
"What? No how are you? Or where have you been? I thought you had better manners"
"Not when it comes to you"
The flaxen-haired vampiress laughed. She licked her lips slowly as her eyes traveled through the figure before her.
"I missed you so much"
Angel disregarded her confession.
"What are you doing here?"
"I won't tell you if you don't let me come in"
Sighing Angel stepped aside and Darla slithered inside.
Angel's subterranean apartment was lit by a couple of lamps and candles scattered about. It was mostly empty with a few antique pieces here and there. Darla could see that time had not altered her childe's tastes. Angelus was always attracted by class.
"Nice. Did you do it yourself or did you get a decorator?"
"I don't have time for your games. Say what you have to say and get the hell out" the souled vampire snapped.
"Temper, temper, you were always hot under the collar. That's what I always liked about you"
Angel grabbed Darla by the lapel of her silk jacket. For a moment the two vampires were face to face. Angel's eyes blazed with anger while Darla's with familiar excitement. She always loved when asserted himself, even when it was at her expense.
"You will tell me why are you in Sunnydale" he growled
Darla extricated herself from her former mate. "The answer to your question should be obvious. I am here for you"
"Like hell"
"It's all going to hell for your protégé and when it does you have to decide where you stand and I am betting that it will be by me"
"I thought Dru was the insane one"
Darla smiled at the comment. "She's here too and Spike. We will all be a family again"
"Don't bet on it"
"We'll see love. We'll just have to wait and see. For now you get to enjoy your little slayer-girl. Hope she doesn't betray you like the last one"
And with that Darla walked out of the apartment leaving a troubled Angel behind.
****
The factory had been abandoned since the early nineties after NAFTA had pushed its business to the other side of the border. As abandoned places are sometimes wont to do, the factory became a shelter for those that sought it, human and demon alike. Lately it was demons, namely Spike and Dru.
Sire and childe shared a luxurious California King bed that was at odds with its bleak surroundings. This did not seen to bother the vampiric inhabitants who were literally wrapped up in each other and in the marvel of the afterglow.
"Oh my William" Drusilla whispered.
"Liked it pet?"
"Like lollipops in the circus"
"I'll take that as a yes"
A long languorous kiss followed. Dru nuzzled his neck, her fangs nicking at his jugular. He responded by drawing her closer in simulated passion. His hands drew circles across the expanse of her bare back. His hands were masters of deception.
Sated, The vampiress pulled away from her lover of a hundred years. Her eyes roamed the dark factory ceiling above them.
Spike looked at her knowingly.
"What do you see pet?'
"The stars are singing. They are telling me that the walls are bleeding and crumbling. Soon it will all come down."
"I don't get you pet. What's inside the walls?"
"A surprise. A surprise for the Slayer"
"What surprise?" His voice shook a little but he tried to conceal it.
Dru smiled.
"Something deadly and wicked. Something that burns"
"Okay pet. I gather that the b**ch is getting exactly what she deserves. I hope she takes those Initiative wankers down with her"
Dru's laugh chilled his insides.
"My darling, deadly boy, we will dance in the Slayer's grave"
Spike nodded and bent down to kiss her again. Inside his head a thousand thoughts ran, all focusing on the Chosen one. He was going to have to go beyond symbolic gifts soon. He had to contact her now because all hell was about to break loose.
********
Buffy was napping in the living room sofa. The silver cross and chain were entwined around her right hand. A slight smile softened her face.
The doorbell chimed through the house. Buffy was immediately up and after putting the cross and chain back into their box, she went to open the door.
The redheaded witch stood on the doorstep trying to coax her worried frown into a smile and not succeeding very well.
"Will, what's wrong?"
"I have to talk to you Buffy"
"Why? What happened?"
"It's about Spike"
TBC.
"What do you want Darla?"
"What? No how are you? Or where have you been? I thought you had better manners"
"Not when it comes to you"
The flaxen-haired vampiress laughed. She licked her lips slowly as her eyes traveled through the figure before her.
"I missed you so much"
Angel disregarded her confession.
"What are you doing here?"
"I won't tell you if you don't let me come in"
Sighing Angel stepped aside and Darla slithered inside.
Angel's subterranean apartment was lit by a couple of lamps and candles scattered about. It was mostly empty with a few antique pieces here and there. Darla could see that time had not altered her childe's tastes. Angelus was always attracted by class.
"Nice. Did you do it yourself or did you get a decorator?"
"I don't have time for your games. Say what you have to say and get the hell out" the souled vampire snapped.
"Temper, temper, you were always hot under the collar. That's what I always liked about you"
Angel grabbed Darla by the lapel of her silk jacket. For a moment the two vampires were face to face. Angel's eyes blazed with anger while Darla's with familiar excitement. She always loved when asserted himself, even when it was at her expense.
"You will tell me why are you in Sunnydale" he growled
Darla extricated herself from her former mate. "The answer to your question should be obvious. I am here for you"
"Like hell"
"It's all going to hell for your protégé and when it does you have to decide where you stand and I am betting that it will be by me"
"I thought Dru was the insane one"
Darla smiled at the comment. "She's here too and Spike. We will all be a family again"
"Don't bet on it"
"We'll see love. We'll just have to wait and see. For now you get to enjoy your little slayer-girl. Hope she doesn't betray you like the last one"
And with that Darla walked out of the apartment leaving a troubled Angel behind.
****
The factory had been abandoned since the early nineties after NAFTA had pushed its business to the other side of the border. As abandoned places are sometimes wont to do, the factory became a shelter for those that sought it, human and demon alike. Lately it was demons, namely Spike and Dru.
Sire and childe shared a luxurious California King bed that was at odds with its bleak surroundings. This did not seen to bother the vampiric inhabitants who were literally wrapped up in each other and in the marvel of the afterglow.
"Oh my William" Drusilla whispered.
"Liked it pet?"
"Like lollipops in the circus"
"I'll take that as a yes"
A long languorous kiss followed. Dru nuzzled his neck, her fangs nicking at his jugular. He responded by drawing her closer in simulated passion. His hands drew circles across the expanse of her bare back. His hands were masters of deception.
Sated, The vampiress pulled away from her lover of a hundred years. Her eyes roamed the dark factory ceiling above them.
Spike looked at her knowingly.
"What do you see pet?'
"The stars are singing. They are telling me that the walls are bleeding and crumbling. Soon it will all come down."
"I don't get you pet. What's inside the walls?"
"A surprise. A surprise for the Slayer"
"What surprise?" His voice shook a little but he tried to conceal it.
Dru smiled.
"Something deadly and wicked. Something that burns"
"Okay pet. I gather that the b**ch is getting exactly what she deserves. I hope she takes those Initiative wankers down with her"
Dru's laugh chilled his insides.
"My darling, deadly boy, we will dance in the Slayer's grave"
Spike nodded and bent down to kiss her again. Inside his head a thousand thoughts ran, all focusing on the Chosen one. He was going to have to go beyond symbolic gifts soon. He had to contact her now because all hell was about to break loose.
********
Buffy was napping in the living room sofa. The silver cross and chain were entwined around her right hand. A slight smile softened her face.
The doorbell chimed through the house. Buffy was immediately up and after putting the cross and chain back into their box, she went to open the door.
The redheaded witch stood on the doorstep trying to coax her worried frown into a smile and not succeeding very well.
"Will, what's wrong?"
"I have to talk to you Buffy"
"Why? What happened?"
"It's about Spike"
TBC.