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 pulled back against him. "Oh really? Yes I've changed, but that doesn't mean I've gone all soft. But what about you? The Slayers little pet are we? God you even saved this dump from the first," and she looked at him angrily.
She stared at him for a moment, "Yes of course I was playing you, but you were playing me." Turning she walked towards the bar ordering herself a drink, despite the fact there were plenty on their table still.
Spike shook his head, "I just told you I used the wrong word. I didn't mean it the way it came out." He looked up into the air briefly, clenching his jaw, before he looked back down at her. "It was a long time ago, and she used the hell out of me, ok? I'm not proud of it, but it happened. It's in the past. And I don't care about her. If I did I wouldn't be here now. And it wasn't just this dump I saved, it was the whole bloody world. If I hadn't, you wouldn't be here now. And that would be a damn shame."
He followed her to the bar, took her hand and led her back to their table. Sitting her down, he then sat down beside her. He raised his eyebrows, "We still have drink." He poured them each a shot of JD, downed his in one and then poured himself another. Looking at her he downed his shot, and then he shook his head and spoke quietly, "I wasn't playing you. I've had enough games played with me, and I don't intend to do that kind of thing to anyone else. I was playing along, trying to get you to realise that I wasn't going to treat you like a piece of meat. You're a lady and you deserve to be treated that way." He poured himself another shot and downed it in one. He looked into her eyes, "I thought you had started to feel something towards me," and everything else melted away when he held her gaze.
Darla sat there holding her shot glass, not really wanting to drink it. She stared at him for the longest time, knowing immediately that there was a soul in him. She decided to take a chance, still staring at him.
"Of course I play games, remember?" She bit her lip, there was after all some humanity in her from the past couple of times of being human. "I'm confused that's what it is. You have feelings for me, something isn't right."
Spike raised his eyebrows and spoke quietly, "I know you do, but you don't have to play them with me." He shook his head, "I'm confused as well. And I've always had feelings, that didn't change when Dru sired me. I always follow my heart, you should know that, you've seen it often enough." He frowned, "Why shouldn't I have feelings for you? What's wrong with that?" Realising he was very hungry he looked around briefly and then back at Darla. He tilted his head to the side, "Do you want to grab something to eat? I'm bloody staving!" He looked around again trying to see if there was anything he fancied.
Darla looked at him a moment, "Well…no. There's nothing wrong with that I guess," and she bit her bottom lip. She looked around the room, feeling hungry herself, after all she was on the run and in need of blood anyway. "Yeah I'm hungry lets grab something," and she smiled forcibly at Spike before looking around the club.
Spike carried on looking around The Bronze, scanning the dance floor as he talked, "Well, of cause there's nothing wrong with it. And how could I not? I mean, look at you. You're bloody gorgeous!"
He spotted a couple heading out the side exit door. He smirked and stood up, taking Darla's hand and leading her across the dance floor and out the other side to the door. He opened the door for her and smiled tightly, letting her go out first. He followed her outside and into the dark alley. Stopping, he looked around to see which direction the couple had gone.