20 Minutes With The Scourge of Europe

by kiara87

Four 20 minute fics, each about one of the members of the Scourge. Angelus feeds off the wrong person and it puts him in a very bad mood. Set in the early 1900's, Buffy Harry Potter cross.

2. Darla

Thanks to purebice for reviewing; I'm glad you liked the first chapter.

Challenge on tth: Write Darla in a crossover situation taking no longer or shorter than 20 minutes.

A/N: Accompany piece to 20 minutes with Angelus

20 Minutes with Darla by Kiara

19:13

Darla threw her prey to the floor, her hunger filled...for now. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of the pool of blood at her feet. She sniffed again, catching a familiar scent. There he was.

The vampire watched her favourite childe follow a young boy up the street and then drag him into an alley way with him. The streets were quite busy, but no-one noticed one child quickly entering an alley. Darla thought for a moment then followed Angelus into the alley making sure that he didn't hear or see her; she wanted to watch.

She was watching him from the shadows. She loved to watch him hunt, he was so sadistic and power radiated off him. Not that she could ever tell him that, or the fact that he was more powerful than her. She had to keep him on a short reign or he would end up leading the scourge.

Darla gulped in unnecessary breaths of air; it reeked of the little boys fear. She licked her lips as Angelus grabbed the boy, she could still taste the blood from the man in the suit that she had just eaten.

She looked on as one of the most, if not the most, powerful vampire since the Master got blasted back by an untrained wizard. He stood up and made as if to follow him but his legs wouldn't function properly. Darla rolled her eyes as she heard him growl and decided it was time to show herself.

"Now, now, Angelus; that's not very gentleman like." She said from the shadows.

"Darla." Angelus acknowledged; his bad mood evaporating at the sight of his sire. He licked his lips that still tasted of the young wizard's blood.

"Did your plaything get away?" Darla asked, with the slightest bit of disgust in her voice.

"I'll get him." Angelus growled. "I'll get him and make him sorry he was ever born."

Darla smirked, her prim features looking distorted and ugly. "That's my boy."

19:23