Title: Eclipse of the Femme Fatales
Disclaimer:
Joss owns everything.
Rating: T
Summary: Darla and Lilah seem to have many things in common, but what's the main thing? A story about the triangle Lilah-Angel-Darla.
Genre: General ( couldn't make a choice so I figured that would do ).
Spoilers:
Up to Angel season 2.
Feedback:
That would be yummy.
Author's Note: I was inspired to write this during a boring Physics lesson while we were talking about the eclipse of the sun!


Eclipse of the Femme Fatales

Lilah Morgan was sat in her office, being bitter about Lindsey being Wolfram and Hart's puppet. He got away with everything, with the worst mistakes. As if that wasn't enough yet, he also got the most important projects. Darla, for example. That was one of the reasons Lilah hated her, only for the fact that she couldn't control her. Not that Lindsey could, but at least he was given the illusion he could, like the Senior Partners gave him the illusion he could do everything. Lilah wanted to be given those illusions too. She had already played her part so long, she had probably forgotten who she really was. She was already living in a world full of illusions, so why not take on more? Illusions had always been better than the real world, anyway.

As she thought about it, Lilah had to admit there were several things she had in common with Darla: style, sex-appeal, brains, the ability to control Lindsey, and, last but not least, Angel. They shared an enemy, but Angel was much more than that to both the women. He had hurt both more than once, but he had also touched both. In both mental and physical sense of the word. Angelus had nothing to do with this, it was Angel who had slept with Darla out of despair, it was Angel who had kicked Lilah's ass on a regular basis and 'knew' she liked it. Both the women were independent, painfully sexy, and dangerous. They could make any man melt, any man beg for just a little bit more, never give it, and get away with it.

That's what turned Lilah and Darla into the femme fatales they were.

They could control everybody, except for one.

Ignorant to their own mistakes, they tend to think they control him. They tend to think they have everything it takes to break him down. The thing is, they don't. Because Angel knows how to break 'them' down. Two of the strongest women on the earth, both desperate for a little bit more pain by that one vampire with a soul.

If it wasn't so true, they'd laugh about it. They'd pour themselves another glass of strong vodka, and laugh about this pathetic joke called their lives.

Before Angel, what water was to fire, they were to the world. Strong, independent women without the need of a man. They lived their life, craved for even more perfection than there already was, both in different eras.

Until he came along.

Angel eclipsed the femme fatales, took some of their independence along with their blood, left them just a little bit more vulnerable, but so little they barely noticed it at first. They did, eventually, and wondered why.

Was it love? Hate? Despair, perhaps?

None of those things.

Lilah and Darla didn't only share a common enemy.

They shared a common obsession.