Disclaimer: Belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemy. . .Blarg.
Note: There are some small time inconsistencies-things that happened in season two of Angel even though that would make it season five of Buffy. So it's season FOUR of Buffy, but season two AND one in Angel. . .some things just didn't happen. (like Doyle didn't die.)
Chapter Seven: Surprise Surprise!
With every moment that they drew nearer to Sunnydale and to the new vampire trio, Darla's nerves got more raw. She was afraid that seeing Spike with the slayer and her witch friend would be too much for Drusilla. Dru was, after all, a very fragile girl. Although Darla had always been annoyed by any imperfections a person might have, Drusilla brought out her sweeter side from time to time. They were of the same blood and that was something that held a strong, deep meaning. She looked down at Drusilla, sleeping silently in her lap, and began to gently stroke the girl's dark brown hair. She began to lull off to sleep herself until she was startled by the loud whimpers that Drusilla began to vocalize.
"Dru!" Darla cried shaking her. "Dru, wake up!"
As Drusilla sat up her vulnerability was very evident. "It's Daddy," she said. "Miss Edith- oh Grandma I just know if Daddy comes to meet with us and he puts that light in slayer girl's stomach. . .Miss Edith will never get her tea again."
"So, Angel has decided to get involved, has he? I should have known. He never could keep his paws off that stupid little slayer bitch! Well, this sure makes things fun, doesn't it, dearest?"
Although Darla meant for her words to sound strong and even arrogant, inside she couldn't help but be a little nervous. Angel had been the one to kill her before and, before Drusilla found her, Angel had almost talked her into being good. He even had her enjoying that slimy, disgusting soul that had been forced into her chest. Angel wasn't any fun, he was horribly strong and, even worse he had those two little pals to fight alongside him. Of course, they didn't scare her much. Darla wasn't the type to be scared off by a cheerleader and a half-demon. Angel, on the other hand. . . "Well," she thought. "If Angel does show up, he better mind his own business because if he ruins our fun. . .I'll stake him so fast he won't know what hit him."
Angel packed his bags for Sunnydale with a brooding expression on his face. He had convinced Doyle to help him on his mission, but Cordelia had refused quite emphatically. She had never liked Buffy much. When she first met Buffy, she saw her as competition, another pretty girl to steal the boy's attention and wear prettier clothes. As time went on however, Cordy had begun to resent Buffy for more personal reasons. Buffy had always managed to upset Cordelia's life. She had always gotten Cordelia involved in the vampire hunts and demon research until one day, without warning, she had become part of Buffy's little band of social rejects. AND that was what led to Xander.
Xander Harris. . .the other reason Cordy wasn't going to Sunnydale. After everything that had happened, she still harbored some feelings for him. He had cheated on her, but then, when her dad lost his money, Xander didn't tell anyone. Then there was her prom dress. . .but, he had cheated on her! With that mousy little-
Willow Rosenburg. Every time Cordy thought of her she wanted to scream. Angel had a lot of nerve asking Cordy to go back and have anything to do with those people. Willow was the worst, though, because Willow was a phony. Willow had that sweet as sugar, innocent as apple pie act down pat, but she didn't mind moving in on other girl's boyfriends, did she? She was pretty, too, even though she was way too fond of the poly-cotton blend. With some hot clothes and a little make-up, Willow was just a vixen waiting to happen- and Cordy didn't like that at all. Angel and Doyle probably would, but- wait, Doyle?
It was with that fleeting thought that Cordy called Angel to let him know she would DEFINITELY be going along. . .as long as she could sit by Doyle on the drive.