Rating: PG (if you can 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: D/A D/A D/A D/A D/A D/A!!!!!

Chapter 9- Kisses

Darla's head was spinning. God this felt good! It's been way to long. Darla quickly pushed that thought out of her mind.

Angel growled.

Darla put her hands on Angel's chest and pushed him away from her. They stared at each other, both panting.

"Get out." Darla's voice was low.

Angel just stared at her.

"Get out!" Darla screeched.

Angel got off her bed and walked slowly towards the door. He looked back at her as he shut the door with a snap.

Darla lay back down on her bed. How could she let him do that? She could still smell him on the sheets. No, she was not in love with him.

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Angel sat down heavily on his bed. That was bad. Not the kiss itself. That was good. Really good. That really made things complicated. But it was good.

"Angel?" Buffy opened the double doors.

"Hi."

"I'm so sorry." Buffy sat down next to Angel.

"Forget it."

"I'm serious."

"I know." Angel looked at the floor. "I just wish you would have told me earlier."

"I know. I guess I was… ashamed."

Angel lay down on the bed.

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Faith wandered into the silent hotel.

"Oi! Sleepy heads!" She bellowed.

Angel charged out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just came over to say hi."

"You got me out of bed to say hi?"

"What? Were you and B 'busy'?" Faith grinned.

Angel turned his head away.

"Oh yeah. I heard about Spike and his little blab." Faith looked up the stairs. "Must have been quite a shock huh?"

"Shut up." Angel stalked away.

"God, I was just joking!" Faith rolled her eyes.

"What time do you call this woman?" Gunn dragged his feet down the stairs. He rubbed his eyes.

"Um…" Faith checked her watch. "Seven thirty."

"Seven thirty?!?!"

"Yup."

Gunn grumbled and dragged himself back up the stairs.

Faith laughed. "Hey D."

Darla glared at her.

"Hey, you don't look too good."

"Oh really?"

"You OK?"

"Fine. Just fine." Darla hissed as she made her way into the kitchen.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"So there is something wrong then?"

Darla ignored her. She pulled a packet of blood from the fridge and poured it into a cup.

"What? You're not gonna tell me?" Faith pretended to look offended. "It really can't be that-."

"He kissed me OK? That son of a bitch kissed me."

"Who Angel?"

When Darla didn't reply, Faith whistled.

"Man."

Darla picked up her blood from the microwave and sipped it gingerly. She pulled a face.

"So what did you do?"

"I told him to get out."

"Woah. Now I thought you'd like that."

"Why's that?"

"I dunno. What with you guys being together for a hundred years. I thought…"

"Just because we were together for a hundred and fifty years, don't assume that I care one little bit about him." Darla growled. "Anyway, he's a different demon now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Darla put the empty cup in the sink. "Anyway, I'm leaving tonight."

"Why?"

"Because I am." Darla brushed past Faith.

"Fine."

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Darla stuffed a handful of clothes into a bag. She does not love him. And she never will. Not again.

Darla looked around her room. That's it. Now all she had to do was get away without anyone noticing. Darla glanced towards the window.

Within seconds, she was outside in the cool night air. Darla looked around.

Connor.

Darla looked towards Angel's room. She peered through the open window.

"Goodbye." She whispered.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Ahahahahaha! I think this calls for someone else to intrude!