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.
Darla laughed when she heard about Dru. She remembered all the games her and Angelus and Spike would get up to. But was surprised to hear Spike admit that he was going to stake her.
She then laughed softly when Spike said she should go to bed, then trying to rephrase it again. She couldn't help but be amused at him, letting him make a fool of himself. Before she would torture him for hours, teasing him over the most tiniest of things. But now, she didn't feel like doing it, well not that much anyways.
Darla stood there for a moment after he asked her what her plans were. She decided to let him squirm for at least a little while. She never expected to spend an evening with Spike, well on her own anyways. "Actually not much really. Finding Dru was the main reason. But seeing as she's not here, what do you have in mind?" She raised her eyebrows looking at him.
Spike stood there watching her, waiting for her to answer. Every second he stood there looking into her eyes, felt like he had been standing there for hours, waiting. She was looking at him, looking right into his eyes as he looked into hers, and he felt like a worm on a hook. His thoughts shifted, wondering if she would pounce and eat him. He smiled inwardly at the thought and realised he wouldn't mind if she did.
Hearing her talk he broke out of his reverie. He shrugged one shoulder, because everyone knew that when Dru was bored she would always come and find him. He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled shakily as she continued to look at him. "Well, I was on my way to The Bronze," and he moved closer looking deep into her eyes, "Do you want to come?" and he tilted his head to the side and bit his bottom lip.
Darla smiled at him when he said the Bronze. She couldn't believe that place was still there, it seemed like that place had been there for like forever. Thinking back to the place gave her the chills, she even shuddered not wanting Spike to see. Well after all Angel had staked her there for his precious slayer.
"Well the Bronze it is, I need a drink after them two, God were they annoying." She starts to walk ahead, shouting back, "Coming Spike?" with an innocent seductive tone to her voice.
Spike looked into her eyes as she thought over what he had just said. He frowned slightly when he noticed her shiver slightly. Looking down at the dead bodies briefly he then realised she was walking away. Looking at her, while she turned to ask him if he was coming, he looked up into the air briefly before following her like a good puppy. Cursing inwardly at his own eagerness, he jogged to catch up with her. Falling into step beside her, he dug his hands into his jeans pockets. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he walked. Taking in her slim figure and the way her body moved when she walked.
She noticed he rushed to catch up with her, and she let a little sly smile play across her face, before biting her lip slightly.
They walked down the familiar streets of Sunnydale, which all looked the same, but that's what you get for being in a small town she thought to herself.
They reached the Bronze, walking in and watching the young people dance to the music. Darla headed to the bar, looking up at Spike. "So what drink are you going to order me?" She smiled evilly at him, waiting to see his reaction.