Rating: PG-13 (I have my reasons for putting up the rating.)
Summary: Takes place a five months after Darla stakes herself.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.
A/N: I'm going to France on Monday with my school so you probably won't hear from me for a while…
Chapter 16- Captive
Darla smiled in satisfaction as she gave the rope one last tug.
"I've called Wesley and Gunn. They're on their way."
Darla nodded. "So what are we going to do with them?"
"I don't know. Ask them what they know I guess"
Darla rolled her eyes. "Great plan Einstein."
"Well what do you think we should do with them?"
"Eat them?" Darla suggested.
Angel glared at her. "I thought you didn't eat humans anymore."
"I changed my mind."
Fred appeared in the doorway of the spare room with Connor in her arms.
"Should I put him to bed? He's almost asleep."
Angel nodded. "Should keep him quiet for the night."
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"Should we tell Buffy?" Wesley asked Gunn as they made their way through the fairly empty Caritas.
"It's her night off. Give the girl a break."
"Well…" Wesley nodded. "Do you think it's safe to leave Faith here on her own?"
"She's got Buffy."
"She's with Riley."
"Oh… Why do you care so much anyway?"
"I don't." Wesley went a deep shade of pink. "I just… don't think we can trust her yet."
"OK." Gunn nodded. "Go get her."
Gunn waited by the door while Wesley searched for Faith.
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Darla walked around the chairs that bound the strange men from the bushes. One of them lifted his head and groaned.
"What the…?"
"Well, well, well." Darla walked to stand right in front of him.
He looked up at her, his eyes slightly glazed.
"What?" Darla demanded.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Darla mimicked.
The man grinned sheepishly. Darla sighed and grabbed some cloth from the table next to her and gagged him. He looked up at her, terrified.
"Just so you don't wake up your little friends." Darla marched out.
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"Wha' zat?" Faith mumbled as Wesley gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"We have to go." Wesley said awkwardly.
"Go where?"
"Back to the hotel."
"Oh yeah?" Faith sat up and wriggled her eyebrows. "Back to the hotel to do what?"
"To help Angel." Wesley shifted his feet.
"Oh." Faith sounded disappointed. "Let's go."
Faith stood up and stumbled. Wesley caught her before she fell any further.
"Wes! When did you become superman?" Faith straightened herself. "My hero!"
Wesley looked very embarrassed.
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Angel was talking to Fred when Darla walked in.
"What have you done with them?" Angel asked.
"Just tied them up. One's awake right now. Must be one you got."
"Why me?" Angel looked baffled.
"Because you have a soft touch."
"Soft touch?!?!"
"It's that filthy soul. It stops you, doesn't it?" Darla asked him spitefully.
"No."
"Then why didn't you kill them? Angelus would have."
"Because killing them would mean going against what I've been fighting for."
Darla rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
"So this guy's awake?"
"Yeah."
"I'll go and you know."
"Do what you do?" Fred added.
Angel nodded. "Right."
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Faith clambered into Gunn's truck and settled herself next to Wesley.
"Comfy." Faith murmured before she dropped off.
Wesley breathed a sigh of relief.
"Man. If I didn't know any better, I think she actually likes you." Gunn started his truck.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious."
"So do you like her?"
"As in…?"
"You know what I mean."
"Do I?"
"Wes! Stop acting dumb!"
"I'm not." Wesley said with a straight face.
"You don't fool me, English."
"I don't know what you mean."
Gunn shook his head. "Whatever you say man."
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Angel untied the piece of cloth covering the man's mouth.
"Do you want to tell me why you were spying on us?"
"No." The man said stubbornly. "Where's that girl?"
"What girl?"
"The blonde one. She's cute."
Angel tried not to grab the man and snap his neck.
"Miss me already?" Darla walked around the chair and stood in front of the man.
"I'm trying to work." Angel gritted his teeth.
"Why don't you let me try?" Darla locked eyes with the man. "What's your name?"
"I-I… M-my… I-… You're beautiful." The man stuttered.
"That's not what I asked you."
"A-agent Docking." (A/N: Stupid name, I know. Can't think of anything else…)
"Who do you work for?"
"I-I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because…"
"Spit it out."
"It's secret government operation."
"Is that so? So what do you do? I wait, let me guess. You can't tell me that either."
Docking shook his head.
"Well you know what? You are going to tell me. Do you know why?"
"What?"
"I'll have you for dinner." Darla morphed into her vamp face.
Angel quickly pulled Darla away.
"What do you think you're doing?" Angel demanded.
"Just having a bit of fun." Darla smirked.
"Not like that."
"What would you call fun?"
Angel glared at her for a second. Darla watched him coolly.
"Well?" Darla pressed.
Angel's face hardened. He grabbed Darla by her throat and threw her up against the wall.
Darla's smirk only widened. "You know how I like it."
To Be Continued…
A/N: I'll see you all after I get back! Plenty more D/A on the way!