Rating: PG

Summary: Angel thinks about Darla. Set after Darla stakes herself so that Connor could live.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.

A/N: I know I said this would only be a mini ficlet, but well… I changed my mind. This is still going to be short though I think. Also, I'm not very good at flashbacks so please bear with me!

Chapter 2- Childe

Darla slammed down the receiver and closed her eyes. Why the hell did she just do that? That was probably one of the biggest mistakes in her life. Well, unlife. She drew a shaky, unneeded breath. What if he knows? Oh come on! He has to know. Darla shook her head and tried to clear her head of all thoughts of Angel.

**Flashback**

Paris- 1778

Angelus slumped on his chair, he looked over at his Sire. She was reading the local French paper.

"Sire, it's nearly night."

"Yes precious, it is." Darla folded up her newspaper.

Angelus watched her as she approached him. She smiled slyly.

"I think we should find some other vampires, don't you?" Darla's finger slid from Angelus' lip to his chin.

Angelus growled. "Yes, Sire."

Secretly, Angelus only wanted Darla for himself. But he wanted to please her so he went along with it.

"I have told you many times already. Call me Darla. Sire seems so… distant."

"Yes Darla."

Darla smiled at the sound of her name on her childe's lips.

"Good. Shall we?" Darla mentioned towards the door.

Angelus stood up and took Darla's small hand within his own.

It didn't take them long to find the local vampire nest. When they entered, they found around twenty well-dressed vampires. It didn't take long for the vampires to notice their new 'guests'.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" One especially large vampire walked up to them.

"And you are?" Darla tilted her head.

"Well aren't you a pretty one?" The vampire chose to ignore Darla's question.

By now, all of the other vampires had closed in on them and were all inspecting Darla closely.

Darla looked up at Angelus. He didn't seem happy about all the attention she was receiving.

"I'm Gary, pleased to have your acquaintance." Gary took Darla's hand and kissed it.

Angelus growled protectively. Darla put a hand on his chest and looked up at him reassuringly.

"Darla. And this is my childe Angelus."

"Ah, a fledgling no doubt."

"As are you."

"How old may you be milady?"

"Over 200."

Gary turned to look at the others.

"What brings you here?" Gary turned back.

"Just visiting."

"Not here to stay then?"

"No." Darla looked around the small shabby room and then at the smart suits that the vampires all wore. "Going somewhere special?"

"A ball downtown. We're hoping to catch some… food."

Darla smiled and looked up at Angelus.

"Would you like to go, Darling boy?"

"If it would please you."

Darla smiled. However, her smile faded when a few of the other vampires sniggered. Her smile was replaced with a look of fury. She stepped across the room and slammed the first vampire within her reach against a wall.

"No one makes fun of my childe and gets away with it. If he wants to please me, then he will." Darla's face was inches away from the terrified vampires. "I am a very powerful vampire. I'm sure you have heard of The Master? He was my Sire."

The vampire's eyes grew as wide as saucers.

"Now do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal."

Darla pulled away.

"Come precious. Let's go."

Angelus followed his Sire obediently.

Back in their hotel room, Darla sighed and looked through her many ball gowns.

"Which one should I wear?" Darla turned to Angelus, holding up two ball gowns.

Angelus looked closely at the two dresses. The first one was white with a golden lace trimming at the bottom and lots of small golden sequins all down the dress. The second one was and decorated with small white beads.

"That one." Angelus pointed at the white dress.

"Good choice." Darla smiled.

Angelus stood outside the hotel waiting for Darla their carriage. He looked back as she walked through the hotel doors. He smiled.

"You looked beautiful, Darla."

Darla smiled and straightened his suit. "You don't look bad yourself Angelus."

Angelus offered Darla his hand. He helped her onto the waiting carriage.

"I hope we're not late." Darla smiled wickedly. "We'll miss all the good stuff."

"Aye."

"Now, now precious. What did I tell you about that accent?"

"Sorry." Angelus bowed his head.

"It's alright." Darla took his hand. "Look we're nearly there."

The ballroom was packed with people. Angelus looked around, taking in all the heartbeats around him.

"Come dance with me." Darla led Angelus to the dance floor.

It was two thirty in the morning, a young man stumbled out of the back door of the ballroom, closely followed by Darla. As a man born into a high class, he would not have usually done this, but as he was loaded with alcohol, he didn't have a choice but to follow the beautiful blonde.

"As I was sayin' milady." The man's words were slurred. "You're beautiful and I really want you."

"I don't think that would be possible." Darla purred.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm hungry." Darla slid into her demon face.

"W-what are you?" The man tried to get away.

Darla lunged forward and grabbed the man's neck and bit into him. Hot blood slid down her throat. Darla let the limp for of the man drop to the floor. She wiped her mouth.

"Have you fed, Angelus?" She said.

"Yes." Angelus stepped out of the shadows.

"Good. Let's go before the sun rises."

Later that morning, Angelus was lying on the bed with his head on Darla's chest. He sighed contentedly as Darla played with his hair.

"I love you Darla." Angelus murmured.

"I love you too, my Darling boy." Darla put a finger under his chin and forced him to look at her. "Never forget that."

"Never." Angelus pulled Darla down towards him and kissed her.

**Present day**

Darla tossed around in her bed. That was the first time he had said he loved her and that was the first time she said it out loud. Did she still love him? He's a different demon now. And he thinks he's human. That filthy soul, it's ruined him. If only I hadn't brought him that gypsy girl. Maybe we'd still be together now.

"This is stupid." Darla muttered to herself. "Why didn't I just stay away like the first time?"

Because you still love him, a little voice at the back of her head said.

"I don't love him." Darla said a little louder. "I don't love him anymore."

Darla chuckled. She was talking to herself now. Like she didn't when she was pregnant. With Angel's child, that little voice added.

The child. Yes, where is he now? Darla closed her eyes. Why was she even thinking about him? What's the point? It's not like she could look after him or… Darla swung her legs over the bed. She had to see him. Even if it is one little look.

Darla quickly got dressed. She walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. Why oh why is she so nervous? He's just a baby. He'll never know.

Darla grabbed the keys off her bedside table. One little look and I'm gone, she reminded herself, one little look.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Do you like it? I would appreciate more feedback though… :)