From Hell
Chapter Two
1888, London
Inside the small cottage, Spike and Drusilla joined Angelus and Darla in the living room. Spike closed the large wooden door behind him and led Drusilla to where he heard Angelus and Darla talking.
'My love, shall we take the bedroom?' Angelus said seductively.
'I don't see why not. Spike and Drusilla will be fine out here, won't they?' Darla replied.
'Grand-mum,' Drusilla spoke to Darla. 'That man out there left an awful mess of a pretty woman in a blue dress.'
'Yes Drusilla, that was nice of him. Now why don't you and Spike get some sleep. There's a big day for you tomorrow.'
'Ooh.' Drusilla jumped up and down, clapping her hands in joy. 'What's special about tomorrow?'
'Not a lot Dru, but the two of us are tired and we'd like some peace and quiet.' Angelus answered.
'And what exactly do you mean by peace and quiet?' Spike questioned.
'That's none of your business.' Darla snapped before turning and heading into another room. Angelus followed her, stopping at the door and looking back.
'Secret men's business boy, now take Drusilla and stay out of here.' He closed the door behind him, leaving Spike and Drusilla alone in the living room.
'Come here luv.' Spike called to her. She was admiring some hand-drawn images of a family of three. A young girl about four or five, and her parents. It was framed, and stained as well. It was obvious the drawing was old. But it was so detailed. It looked so real, like a snapshot of who they really were.
'I like the look of this li'l girl.' Drusilla smiled deviously.
'Come to bed Dru.' Spike led her over to the old lounge behind them and the two sat down. Spike cuddled Drusilla under his arm and the two fell asleep in each other's embrace.
When they woke, sunlight was peaking through the curtains. It was mid-morning, and Spike found that things had gotten rather noisy outside. He peered through a gap in the curtain at the crowd of people outside.
The woman last night. He remembered. God, Angelus isn't going to be pleased. He walked over to the bedroom and tapped lightly on the door. Her heard something hard hit it; it sounded like a shoe.
"Angelus, there's people outside." Spike called through the door.
"That's 'cause we're in a city, boy." Angelus called back.
"There's police, and the public… What if they want to question us about what happened last night?" Spike heard shuffling inside before Angelus appeared at the door in his trousers, bare feet and a half-buttoned up shirt.
"Find a way out the back, and we'll go." He told Spike. The young blonde nodded and headed off to the kitchen to see if there was a back door. Angelus closed the door to the bedroom and returned to Darla.
"What did he want?" Darla inquired, sitting up in bed.
"People 'ave come for the body of that woman from last night." Angelus told her as he finished buttoning up his shirt.
"That man was very rude."
"The man who killed 'er?" Angelus asked.
"Yes."
"Well, the police might want ter talk to us 'bout the incident, and well, I'd rather not be here when they come a'knocking."
"Where are we supposed to go? It's the middle of the morning, and the sun is out." Darla asked.
"I sent Spike to look for a way to sneak out the back, maybe into an alley or somethin'. At least we won't be seen."
"Can't we just stay here?" Darla said. "I don't see why we can't pretend that nothing happened."
"I honestly can't be bothered answerin' a bunch of officers' questions right now." Angelus told Darla. "There'd be too much temptation to eat them."
"Angelus, you'll behave. I'll make sure of it."
"Darla, I think it's best if we just go. Come on, get dressed and we'll leave." Darla leant forward and huffed loudly and noticeably.
"I don't think you remember who's in charge, Angelus." She scolded. "I am the one who started this family, and I am the one who runs it."
"I'm the male Darla, and the male rules the house."
"Rubbish, I made you Angelus, don't start telling me who rules the house."
"Darla, I'm just saying that maybe it's best if we don't hang around for the chat with those officers outside. Sun doesn't bode well with us."
"And I'm saying that we stay. I don't want any reason to go out in that sun, and at least if we stay here we can bring them inside and then there will be no sun."
Angelus knew he was losing. He hated losing, he really did. And it was Darla he was losing to, which destroyed a little bit of his pride with every fight they had. He didn't like fighting with her, it just sort of… happened. Little disagreements that progressed too much larger fights gave Darla reason to return to the Master, and Angelus reason to spend time with Spike and Drusilla, more specifically, Spike. But this was just a minor disagreement. Angelus wanted to leave, Darla didn't. It was simple. Angelus eventually gave in.
"All right, we'll stay." Darla smiled with satisfaction and got dressed; heading out into the living room while Angelus sulked in the bedroom. Spike had been told off by Darla for trying to find a way out, and was also told he had to fake everything if the police knocked on the door. Drusilla woke and Darla explained it all to her as well, and then it was just a case of sitting and waiting. Angelus stayed in the bedroom for quite a while, hating the fact that even this little disagreement ended up with him losing. He hated losing, even if it was Darla. When Spike came in to see him, he acted as if nothing was wrong, and joined Darla and Drusilla in the living room.
A/N: This might turn into something more ficlet-y rather than just the one-off I had planned when I wrote it. How about reviews to see if anyone likes where this is going.