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 looked up into his eyes, letting the words fill her with comfort. She knew that in some way he was right. Tonight was something more then a chance meeting, maybe it was fate she had met Spike tonight.
"I know you're right." She looked down at the ground again taking in a deep breathe, and then turning around listening for noises. Darla still wasn't used to the noises at night, after being dead for two years things seemed to have changed when they really hadn't.
Spike nodded slightly, "Good, because I mean it." He frowned when he saw her looking around. Wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, he started to walk with her again. He looked ahead and saw his crypt not too far away. Looking back at her he smiled, "See. Nearly home luv," and he gestured with his head in the direction of his crypt. He looked at her a bit apologetically, "I know it's not much but it's home. There's a fridge, table, telly, couch, shower room with hot running water and a big double bed of cause," and he tried to smile, hoping she wouldn't mind staying there, knowing she was used to living in far more luxurious places.
Darla looked up and smiled at him, when they got closer to the crypt. Her mind was spinning. She was hearing noises, even voices. She had been hearing them since she came back to life. She couldn't help but think to herself she was turning into Drusilla. She turned around, bringing her hands up to the side of her head and placing them over her ears. "Why won't they leave me alone?" She cried out hard, looking everywhere, shaking, letting the duster fall off her shoulders.
Spike stopped walking when she did, dropping his arm down from around her as she turned. He frowned as he watched her. "Darla. What's wrong luv?" and he took hold of her shoulders gently. He raised his eyebrows, his face riddled with concern, "Who won't leave you alone? Tell me." He picked his duster back up off the floor and placed it back around her shoulders. He then lifted her up into his arms and carried her to his crypt and inside. He walked over to the bed and sat down with her still in his arms. Stroking her hair gently, as he held on to her tight, rocking her back and forth, not knowing what else to do, just trying to soothe her.
Darla leaned into him when he picked her up, taking her into his crypt. She laid there, silent for a while, letting him comfort her, feeling his touch she closed her eyes. Everything seemed to be going on in her head, voices, screams, images, that she just couldn't take it. Crying out, she knew they were from her past, they would come and go frequently. One moment she'd be fine, the next it would take over, making her feel more weak and pathetic. She looked up into Spikes eyes, letting the tears slide down her face. "I don't want to be like this," and she held on tight to him. Spike was the only real person she had, hating that she knew she couldn't take care of herself anymore. She wanted to be good, and evil, but it was tearing her apart.
Spike looked into her eyes and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. He looked at her lovingly and then talked quietly, "You know, I was insane when I came back after I got my soul. I was a helluva lot worse than you. I couldn't string my thoughts together, let alone any words. I ended up in the new school basement. I just sat there, holding my head in my hands, mumbling to myself, and rocking back and forth. I went crazy. I saw everything. All that I had done to everyone in the past." He took a shaky breath and spoke quietly, "I even tried to cut my soul out. It was that bad." He stroked her cheek lightly, "So, I know exactly how you feel."