Chapter 4
When Darla woke, the crypt was silent and still in the night. Spike was still gone and Darla's stomach rumbled stubbornly for blood. She hadn't eaten in more than a day and it was starting to catch up with her now.
She stood up, glancing down at her stomach in obvious distaste of the thing that was growing inside of her. She still hadn't found out what that thing was, but there would be time to worry over that later, she needed to get some dinner.
Spike had told her not to leave the crypt while he was gone, Darla remembered as she walked out of the crypt's opening into the night, but what did the boy know? She could take care of herself, it wasn't as if the slayer was going to jump out from the bushes and stake her on the spot, she didn't even know Darla was in town.
She walked through the cemetery, keeping an eye out for the slayer as her senses opened to notice any naive teenagers using that way as a shortcut to get home, there seemed to be an endless supply of them in Sunnydale in Darla's opinion; naive moronic teens that either led too sheltered lives or were simply too stupid to realize the darkness that was all around them. A smile curled her lips as she saw one of the said teenagers plodding his way through the tombstones a few feet from her, head down and backpack slung over one shoulder, he didn't even notice Darla as she approached him until she was already on him, fangs plunging into his neck.
The boy gave a yelp of surprise and tried to twist out of Darla's grasp, the backpack on his shoulder smacking Darla in the face as he did so. She stumbled back a few feet and the boy took off running, winding his was through the tombstones like a frightened rabbit.
Darla thought briefly about running after him, dragging him back to the crypt to have a little fun with him before he was killed, but she found she lacked the energy to do so and instead slumped down in the grass leaning against a headstone near her and resting her chin on her hands, surprised and annoyed at how much energy she'd lost form the brief fight.
After a few minutes she pulled herself up using the tombstone and surveyed the cemetery once again for prey, but everything seemed still and quiet. She swore quietly at herself for letting her first meal go and wondered if she might be lucky enough to catch another if she just stayed put, but her stomach growled again insistently and she turned in the direction of the park, she'd just cut through and go the Magic Box, where Spike had told her he would be. It'll be easy, Darla thought; I'll just wait until one of the slayer's little friends comes out and I'll grab them.
She paused a few steps from the door as she heard soft footsteps behind her. Was someone following her? Darla shook her had and mentally chastising herself for being paranoid, she was a vampire, she followed other people, they did not follow her.
Darla inched closer to the window of the Magic Box, looking inside; her face darkening to a scowl at she saw how Spike looked at the Slayer. It was pathetic; no wonder Drusilla had left him.
She paused again, now sure that she head footsteps. Darla whirled around, her eyes widening in surprise as she came face to face with Lindsey.
TBC…next chapter Lindsey's appearance is explained, and Darla finally gets someone to eat. Please review!
