One moment she'd been happily nibbling in his ear, straddling him and making him go crazy, the next she was stomping down an alleyway, with Spike following her.
"Just explain to me, pet, what the bleedin' hell you are running off about!" He'd forgotten how random Deliria could be, in fact, of the two sisters; she seemed to be the insane one. Spike hadn't really noticed much in the past, but then again, around Dru anyone's behavior seemed stable.
She finally stopped, whirling around to glare at him. She was flushed and her eyes almost glowed. "You know, we come all the way the fuck out here and you'd think someone would've bothered to tell us anything!"
"Come again?" he kept his distance. She was definitely the stronger one of the two and he did not want to fight her.
"It's been centuries, William! Centuries! And we have to chase you down to a completely different continent and just find out all kinds of crazy shit?" She tucked an unruly strand of black hair behind her ear, exhaled sharply –he wasn't sure if her kind needed to breathe- and then she seemed to regain her composure; crossing her arms, her eyes darkening to their natural color.
"I didn't know you cared, luv." It was true. Deja and Deliria had only been with the four of them for a few decades, and they'd always seemed bigger than life to him that he'd figured that they had forgotten about him over the years. That Deja had moved on.
"Deja made me come to California for you. California, Spike," she sneered at his name.
He frowned, remembering Deja in a sudden flash. He'd loved her. And Drusilla had made sure he paid the price. Again. And again. And again.
"A soul, huh? I don't know how that makes a difference, really," she shrugged slightly; the perfect picture of a teenage brat.
"It does, pet. My kind doesn't usually have souls, y'see. It's why we're evil and all," he smiled. He rather liked Deliria; she reminded him a little of Dru. A much saner Dru.
She scoffed, "Oh like that has anything to do with it! There's no good or evil, William. Just choices," she shrugged before staring off, shuddering slightly. "Hungry," she mumbled, "I'm fuckin' hungry."
"Got some blood back at my place…" He hesitated before adding, "Not human, though."
She scowled at him, "That's part of your 'I've-got-a-soul-I'm-not-evil' thing?"
"Yeah."
"Is it a demon?" she grinned.
He couldn't help a smile in return, "Tell you what, luv, I'll offer you a snack and after you're done visitin' tonight you can go out on the town and get what you need, kay?"
She raised a brow, interested, "A snack? What kind of snack?"
His smile softened. "How bout me, luv? I'll be your snack." He paused and his face became serious, "But you've got to promise not to go all nutty and try to actually eat me, you know?"
Her grin widened and her eyes warmed, she looked almost human for a second, "Oh, Willy. I kinda missed you."
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Deja woke up to the sound to the door of the hotel room being opened and a very familiar smell. Her eyes shot wide open and she sat up, "William?" she said into the darkness.
The shape of Deliria in the dark closed the door, walked to the night table that separated the two queen-sized beds. She reahced out, turned on the lamp and sat on the empty bed.
Deja blinked at her, her body rigid. Her voice was calm however, "Deliria… Please tell me you didn't eat William."
Deliria lowered her head, "I didn't mean to."
Deja's eyes widened and she was rendered speechless. She shook her head slowly, her mind trying to wrap around what Deliria had just told her. That's when she heard Deliria convulsing into soft giggles.
"Oh Gods!" Del was outright laughing now, "Your face was priceless!"
"What the hell?"
"I didn't eat him! Why does everyone think I just go around eating random creatures left and right?"
Deja relaxed, but glared at Del nonetheless, "Because you go around eating random creatures left and right."
Del tilted her head, smiling sweetly at her, "Oh, Dej. You know what your problem is? You've forgotten how to have fun. You're getting old."
"And if you keep this up, you won't have to worry about getting old yourself because I will end you."
Big huff and pout from her younger sister, the eternal picture of a human teenage brat, "See? No fun."
"You saw William?" Deja disentangled herself from the dead cabbie to sit at the edge of her own bed, facing her sister.
"Yes. I did."
"You smell a lot like him."
"I snacked a little? Oh come on, Deja, don't give me that look, ok? It was meaningless. He kept asking about you, however. Incessantly."
Deja smiled, "Really? What did he say?"
"Well… He's got a soul now."
Deja blinked. That was not what she was expecting to hear. "What?"
"Yeah, I know. Apparently they're just handing them out these days, huh?"
"Well, what did he say? Why does he have one? What the fuck does a soul even do?"
Deliria shrugged, started to unlace her combat boots, "I don't even know. But it's okay, they'll probably explain all that tomorrow, anyway."
"Tomorrow?" Deja frowned, "They?"
"Oh yeah," Del stood up to take off her skirt and stockings in one swoop, then stretched and lay back on the bed, "Angel and Willy will explain." She smiled as her eyes closed and her voice sounded sleepy, "We're going to Wolfram & Hart tomorrow."