Setting – Angel S5 – AU – Takes place in resurrected Sunnydale. Just imagine Wolfram & Hart worked some mojo and restored it to its former self. Spike and Darla come across each other and things develop between them.
Walking through the dark streets she noticed a couple. She was hungry and hadn't fed since the night before, so she took this opportunity, facing them, turning into her vampire face to hear their screams. The man however seemed used to looking at such a face calling her a "vampire slut." She slapped him, "No one calls me a slut." Darla reached for the other woman, biting into her hard, draining the sweet blood from her. Then hearing and feeling a familiar presence dropped the body to the floor to see Spike standing there, dropping the man, who was now also another corpse. "Well if it isn't Spike, still here in Sunnydale," and she laughed softly.
Spike nodded his head and grinned mischievously, "Yep, and look at you," and he did, raking his eyes slowly over her body before looking back into her eyes. He stood there looking at her, his eyes momentarily getting lost in hers. Blinking and realising he had been looking at her for far too long he ran a hand across the top of his head and looked down at the dead man. He bent down and picked up the knife, off the ground, before looking back at her. Raising his eyebrows with a cheeky glint in his eyes he spoke to her, "No need to thank me by the way," and he put the knife into his back pocket. He fished a cigarette out of the packet in his duster pocket. Tilting his head to the side as he lit it, he then inhaled a deep drag. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows at her questioningly, "So, what you doing back in Sunnyhell then?"
Darla smiled and watched him checking her out. She bit her lip noticing he was taking a long time to say something else. She was about to speak when he finally spoke picking up the knife.
"Well I could have handled that, you know that?" She smiled sweetly into his eyes and watched as he lit a cigarette.
"Well I thought I'd stop by and see if anything had changed……apparently not. Besides, you haven't seen Drusilla by any chance?" Raising her eyebrows she stared at him. She couldn't help but stare at him. She finished her sentence looking down at the corpses then yawned mockingly.
Spike looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "Yeah of cause you could. I'm sure you would have handled it great after getting knifed in the side and all," and he took another drag of his cigarette, tilting his chin up slightly as he slowly exhaled the smoke. He shrugged one shoulder as he looked back at her, "I dunno. Last I heard she was still pissed at me for tying her up in my crypt and threatening to stake her," and he got a wicked glint in his eye from the memory. He raised his eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "She don't like it when you change the game on her." Taking a drag of his cigarette he carried on looking at her, into her eyes, as she was looking into his. He followed her eye line down to the woman and man at their feet.
Noticing her yawn he realised for the first time that night how perfect her lips were. He frowned, wondering why he'd never noticed before now. Of cause he had, but he had never been allowed to look before, or he would find himself on the end of a severe beating. Shifting his gaze he looked up and into her eyes, "You should go to bed if you're tired." A few seconds later his eyes went wide as he cursed inwardly for not being able to control his mouth. "That's not what I meant. I wasn't…" and he trailed off, raking a hand along the top of his head. He looked into her eyes, getting lost again, then blinking slowly he shook his head to try and clear it. "So, you got any plans for tonight then?" And at that moment he really hoped she was going to say no.