A/N: Okay guys, I'll be honest here, I really don't even like this fic; I'd much rather be concentrating on A Whole New World or The Way We Were, but I'm getting a lot of reviews for this, so that's the only reason why it's still being written. Please keep the reviews coming if you want to see more of this!
A New LullabyChapter 5
"Lindsey?" Darla asked, surprise at his appearance showing though in her voice.
"Shh" he warned grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side, out of the line of sight of anyone who might be looking though the windows of the Magic Box. "You're certainly hard to find." He remarked
Darla shrugged, lying a hand unconsciously on her stomach as she talked to him, "Maybe I didn't want to be found." She replied, wondering what Lindsey wanted, what he was doing here. She had expected never to see him again and didn't know how she felt now that he was standing in front of her.
"Darla…" Lindsey trailed off, a thousand unspoken words flashing across his face before he shook his head and started again, "You need to come with me. Wolfram and Hart can help you-"
"I don't want their help." Darla insisted, interrupting him, "Or yours."
"You might not want it, but you need it." Lindsey replied, "Don't you want to know what's inside of you?"
Darla nodded then paused and shook her head, her shoulder slumping in a sigh. "I don't know…" she admitted, "I just want it gone. I want it out of me." She choked back a sob, "I want it all to stop!" she practically screamed.
Lindsey put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, surprised when she didn't resist the contact. "What do you want to stop?" he asked, resisting the urge to tilt her head up towards his.
Darla looked at the ground silently for a moment before vamping out and looking up at him, "The hunger." She replied, grabbing his shoulders and sinking her fangs in his neck in one swift movement.
Lindsey gasp, his arms reflexively tightening around her waist as he felt her drink from him.
In a moment Darla was ripped roughly from Lindsey. She snarled in annoyance at her meal being pulled away from her, her insatiable hunger not even close to being quenched. She whirled around, ready to snap the neck of who ever had interrupted her meal, but before she could see who it was, she felt an electrical charge shoot through her body and she slumped to the concrete, her vision growing hazy as images of Lindsey and Holland Manners swam above her.
"Darla?" Lindsey asked, concerned before glaring at Holland, "A taster wasn't necessary." He said, putting a hand to his neck to stop the bleeding.
Holland shrugged and stooped down to pick up the unconscious vampire, "She could have killed you, Lindsey, that wouldn't have been necessary either."
Darla was loaded into a Wolfram and Hart company car and the two lawyers got in as well, glancing down the deserted Sunnydale street to make sure they hadn't been seen before signaling to the driver to go. "To Los Angeles." Holland instructed him.
A few minutes later the Scooby meeting as over and the gang slowly filed out of the Magic Box, breaking off in groups of twos and threes as they made their way home. Spike was alone, walking a head of the rest of them when he paused dead in his tracks. He could smell Darla; smell her…fear?
He walked back to the Magic Box; his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any sign of movement. As he eased into the shadows near the store his combat boots crushed something on the concrete sidewalk. He bent to see what it was and picked up a small diamond earring. It was Darla's.
"Bloody hell," Spike muttered when he saw the tire tracks leading away from where he stood.
TBC…maybe?
