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: Not much to say here… But do tell me what you think!
Chapter 19- Special Treatment
Buffy rubbed her eyes and groaned. Her head was throbbing and it felt as if she was going to… Buffy sat up in bed and rushed to the bathroom. She coughed as the bitter liquid slide down her throat and into the toilet.
Never again, Buffy silently promised.
Buffy coughed again as another wave of the vile liquid fought its way down her throat.
The door of the bathroom opened slowly and Angel walked in holding a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
"You OK?"
"Yeah. Apart from the fact that I just threw up just about everything in my stomach." Buffy smiled weakly.
"Right." Angel forced a smile.
"What's wrong?" Buffy asked.
"Nothing. Everything's fine."
"OK. So… What did I miss?"
"I'll fill you in later." Angel fidgeted with the bottle.
"Er… Can I have the aspirin?"
"Oh, yeah, sure." Angel bent down and handed the water and aspirin to Buffy.
"Thanks."
"I'd better get back to work on the er… you know."
Buffy nodded. "Right…"
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Dr Stone paced his office impatiently. He glanced up at the clock which hung above his head. It was four in the morning. Surely it wouldn't take that long?
His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock.
"Come in."
A small woman with frizzy red hair stepped into view.
"Annie." Dr Stone acknowledged his secretary.
"Finn's still not back sir."
Dr Stone sighed heavily. " Where is he now?"
"I'm not sure sir."
"OK."
"Anything else sir?"
"No, no. That will be all."
Annie gave a small nod and opened the door.
"Oh and Annie?"
Annie looked back over her shoulder.
"Go to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
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Darla looked up from her map as Angel walked out of his bedroom.
"She's awake then?"
Angel nodded. "I don't think she remembers anything she said."
"She obviously didn't forget about-."
"Darla. Don't OK? Not now."
Darla smiled. "Of course. It must be hard on you, knowing that she has to get her pleasures elsewhere."
"Keep out of this." Angel snarled threateningly.
"Or what? You'll hit me?"
Angel steadied himself for a moment. She was wearing that smirk again. That smirk that got her everything she wanted.
"What's wrong? Scared you'll hurt me?" Darla taunted.
"Stay out of it." Angel warned again, before turning his back on her.
"Touchy." Darla whispered softly.
Angel ignored her.
Darla's smirk only grew wider at this.
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Buffy looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked awful. Her eyes were puffy and dull. Her hair… Don't even think about that. Buffy sighed. All for one night's fun. Though Riley was…
Riley!
Alarm bells sounded in Buffy's head. What did she do last night? How did she get back? And… oh god! Does Angel know? Buffy slumped to the ground. It really couldn't get much worse.
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Riley Finn woke up to find himself lying down and, strangely enough, handcuffed to the headboard of a bed.
"Kinky…" Riley muttered and lifted his head to get a better look at his surroundings. He quickly put his head down again as it thumped violently. It was as if he had been hit on the head with a baseball bat.
Riley tried to sit up but then found that his legs were also tied to the bed.
"Great." Riley growled. "Just great. What the hell have I done to deserve this?"
"Oh I don't know. You tell me." A soft voice came from the shadows.
Riley looked towards the door. All he could see was the silhouette of a woman. A very nice silhouette it was.
Riley shook his head. There are more important matters he had to deal with.
"Where am I?"
"Same place you were when I knocked you out."
Riley could hear the laughter in her voice.
A light flickered on and Riley blinked as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. He looked over to the door where the woman stood.
"Darla… isn't it?"
Darla nodded.
"When are you going to let me go?"
"Oh I don't know. It really depends on…"
"What?"
"What you know." Darla finished.
"Know about what?" Riley eyed Darla suspiciously.
"The Initiative. Ever heard of them?"
Riley shook his head. "Nope."
"Well. Isn't that nice? 'Cause we know that you were once part of this… group."
"Oh? Who told you that?" Riley tried to look innocent.
"We have sources." Darla crossed her arms over her chest. "So what do you know?"
"I don't know anything about what they did after I left."
"So you're not with them now?"
Riley shook his head.
"What do you take me for?" Darla stepped closer.
"A vampire?" Riley swallowed.
"Hm, apart from that." Darla waited for Riley to answer. When he didn't she said, "I'm not stupid. I can smell your fear. I know when someone is lying to me."
"I swear I don't know anything."
"Where's the rest of your friends?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Riley insisted.
Darla nodded. "Fine. Have it your way."
To Riley's surprise, she left the room without another word.
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Stupid commando boy, Darla fumed as she stomped down stairs. It nearly killed her not being able to just drink him dry on the spot.
"What's wrong with you?" Angel looked over his mug of blood.
"Stupid boy."
"I assume you're talking about Riley?"
Darla nodded.
"So what did you do to him?"
"Tied him to the bed."
"So he gets special treatment then?" Angel said before he could stop himself.
Darla smirked. "Why? Do you want special treatment?"
"Er… I didn't mean anything by it." Angel muttered, not meeting Darla's eyes.
"Oh I think you did." Darla walked closer to where Angel sat.
Angel shook his head. "No, no. I mean… w-we were over a long, long time ago, Darla."
"Silly boy. We're bound by blood." Darla stood in front of Angel. "You know that."
Angel tried to move back but he was paralysed. "Look, I…"
"You what?" Darla batted her eyelashes. "Tell me."
Angel laughed nervously. "This is really uncomfortable… so I'll just er…"
Darla shook her head and sat down on Angel's lap. "Are you sure you don't want special treatment?"
Angel smiled weakly.
To Be Continued…
A/N: Well, well, well. I hope you liked that. More soon!