Rating: PG (if you're allowed to watch the show then you can read this.)
Summary: Takes place a five months after Darla stakes herself (again).
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.
A/N: heeheeheeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Woah… a little hyper here. Ahem. Please don't forget to review!
Chapter 7- Competition
Darla swallowed. They nearly kissed! He nearly kissed her. Not the other way round. Darla tried not to meet Angel's gaze.
After Buffy left, Darla stood up and grabbed a stack of clothes from a nearby chair.
Angel watched Darla get up. He heard her mumble something about 'getting dressed' and 'slayers'. Angel shook his head.
"I'm gonna go." Angel stood up.
"Fine." Darla closed the bathroom door behind her.
Once Darla got inside the bathroom, she slumped against a wall. Damn the slayer! Stupid whore. God! What was she thinking? He's not even the same demon! He's a pathetic excuse for a vampire. Darla covered her face with her hands.
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Angel mumbled groggily in his sleep. He felt a wisp of hair touch his face. Darla… Then he felt a warm weight settle on top of him. Hang on, warm weight??? Angel's eyes snapped open.
"So, do you wanna go out tonight?" Buffy asked.
"Erm… OK." Angel tried to sit up but Buffy pushed him back down again.
"You stay there."
Neither of them noticed the door open.
Darla slipped in and saw Buffy sitting on top of Angel. She shook her head in disgust. She turned her head away from the bedroom and towards Connor who lay awake in his cot. She gently picked him up.
"Hello you. Are you hungry?" Darla whispered.
Connor babbled. Darla put her finger to her lips.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
Darla carried Connor out of the room, still unnoticed by Angel and Buffy.
Darla wandered into the kitchen and put Connor into his high chair. She kept away from the patches of sunlight from the window.
"Hello? Anybody home?" Darla heard a voice shout outside.
Faith sauntered into the kitchen. She raised her eyebrows.
"So, D, you decided to stay then?"
Darla looked up from filling a kettle with water.
"Yeah."
"You want a hand?"
"Could you find the milk powder?"
"Do you think I'm psychic?" Faith opened a cupboard door. "This place is like a zoo."
"I got it." Darla reached up and pulled out a box.
Faith sat down on a chair, while Darla spooned some milk powder into a bottle and added hot water to it. She shook it vigorously.
"Do you think this is too hot?"
Faith shrugged.
"Well, I'll let it cool for a bit." Darla put the bottle down. "You want anything to eat?"
"Since when did you need to cook?"
"Well do you?"
"Yeah, I'm starving, thanks." Faith picked up a rattle and waved it in front of Connor. Connor stretched out his hands to try and reach the toy.
Darla looked through the fridge. "You're right, this place it like a zoo."
Faith chuckled. Darla hissed and slid into her game face when a patch of sunlight hit her back.
"Could you draw the curtains?" Darla rubbed her back.
Faith stood up and pulled the curtains. They were white with little red, blue and yellow flowers on them.
"I bet B chose these." Faith pointed at the curtains.
Darla turned her attention to the door when loud voices floated through it.
"What do you mean you thought you heard the door open?" Angel was saying, or rather, shouting.
"Well I don't know. We were well busy-."
"OK, we have to find him."
Darla laughed.
"Busy huh?" Faith grinned.
Angel ran in and started talking very fast. "OK, Connor's gone missing and we need to-."
Connor laughed and clapped his hands. Angel looked as if he was going to faint.
"Don't do that ever again."
"Well you seemed busy. I didn't want to interrupt." Darla said innocently.
Angel growled.
"It's not nice to growl you know." Faith tried not to laugh.
"Faith?"
"That's me."
Buffy walked in.
"What are you doing here Faith?"
"Aw, jeez B. thanks for asking. My life's fine." Faith replied sarcastically.
Darla picked Connor up and put the bottle in his mouth. Buffy looked very unhappy.
"So are we still on for tonight?" Buffy asked Angel.
"What? Oh, yeah. Sure."
"OK. I'll go tell Fred she needs to baby-sit Connor." Buffy threw a look at Darla walked off.
Darla finished feeding Connor and put him back into his chair. Angel opened the 'blood' fridge and pulled out two packets of blood.
"You want some?" Angel held up the two packets for Darla to see.
Darla nodded reluctantly.
"So you're giving up the life of killing then?" Faith asked. "And where's my breakfast?"
Darla shot her a look and slammed a pan onto the cooker.
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Buffy smiled to herself in the full-length mirror. She spun around and grinned. Angel will really love this, she thought. She was wearing a skimpy white dress with a low neck line and a thick belt and white high-heels.
"Hey."
Buffy turned around. "Are you ready?"
"What for?"
"The Caritas. You promised."
"Oh, yeah." Angel scratched his head. "Just gimme a sec."
Buffy picked up a black jacket.
Angel emerged a few minutes later.
"Right then. Let's go."
Buffy smiled. "It's nice to see you're not wearing a black T-shirt."
Angel shook his head.
They made their way out towards the doors. That was when Faith bounded in wearing an extremely short black dress.
"Where are you going?" Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, we're going out down town. You know, to pull some guys." Faith grinned. "It's a competition."
"Between who?"
"Me and-."
"OK, let's go." Darla stepped off the last step.
Angel felt his jaw drop. She was wearing a figure-hugging red dress with a short red jacket over the top.
Darla smirked. "May the best girl win."
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Darla and Faith stumbled into the Caritas.
"What time is it?" Faith looked around the crowded room.
"About two?"
"We'd better go soon, otherwise you'll be a pile of dust."
Darla rolled her eyes. "So how many have you had?"
"I dunno. I think it was 17."
"19" Darla grinned triumphantly. "Oh actually, make that 20."
Faith watched as Darla approached a young man by the bar.
To Be Continued…
A/N: Did you like that? Now who's going to win? Hm… let me think… Aha!