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.
She let him pull her back into his arms, watching him as he put her hand back on his chest. She smiled looking at him, feeling even more ridiculous than everything that had happened that night.
"Well, we all know how Angelus changed when he got a soul." She raised her eyebrows looking at him. "Anyways a soul does change, how are you still all bad when you have that pesky thing in you? Aren't you meant to be brooding and saving people like our dear Angel?" She crossed her arms looking at him seriously. She was interested to hear his response, wondering how he was still the same and Angel wasn't with a soul.
Spike shook his head, "Yes. But I'm nothing like Peaches. And I don't buy in to that redemption twoddle like he does. He feels all guilty for all the things he's done, and well, as far as I'm concerned that can't be undone. No matter how much he wants to undo his past, it ain't going to happen." He looked off to the side slightly as he talked, "You see when Dru came to me, I wasn't scared when I saw her. When she showed me her true face, I wanted it." He looked back at her, "I wanted it then, when I already had my soul, before she sired me. So, I guess I was no different then. Dru just opened my eyes to the world I wanted to be in. Soul or no soul," he shrugged, "That's why I'm no different."
Darla listened to him intently, taking in every word he said to her. In some weird way she understood everything he had said, thinking in the back of her mind "If only Angel could of been like that".
She looked at him a moment while he had finished saying what he had said. "Well that does make sense." She bit her bottom lip looking down. For some reason unknown to herself, she didn't want that to be his answer, wanting him to be all good and like Angel. But of course she didn't want these feelings, not knowing what she wanted, why she wanted him so bad.
Trying to go back to her usual self, which meant teasing and bullying, she thought about what to say. She knew it was a self defense, a barrier on her true feelings. "I heard you had a chip put in your head so you couldn't hurt a human." She raised her eyebrows laughing at the thought. "Is that true?"
Spike looked at her curiously, a smile playing on his lips as she looked down. He had no idea what it would be like to be inside her head right now. He knew how she had been treated in the past and what he was offering her was the complete opposite to that. He knew he was going to have to give her some time to adjust. He frowned wondering how he could feel so strongly about her so quickly. He looked at her. She was beautiful, but he had always thought that about her. He tried to decide how it was that she had changed. Maybe she hadn't changed. Maybe the only thing that had changed was the way in which she saw him.
He broke out of his reverie when she spoke again. "Hmm. What's that now?" He paused for a few seconds trying to recall her words. He shrugged, trying not to look bothered. "Yeah they bloody did. Every time I tried to bite someone I got this pain in my head. It felt like some one was trying to tear my skull apart. It felt like my head was going to explode. I couldn't even hit people." He raised his eyebrows, making it clear it wasn't a good time for him, "I wouldn't wish that kind of pain on anyone."
Darla felt a bit nervous and anxious as Spike was staring at her. But at the same time it excited her, she bit her lip looking away again trying so hard not to blush. It was like he was trying to read her mind, she thought to herself "Stop thinking, stop feeling".
Darla laughed softly after he finished talking then looking into his eyes suddenly stopped. "God, who knew humans could do such things. Maybe that's why it's more fun to kill them, to see what next bright little toys they make." She laughed at the thought, wondering if eating smart people would make her smarter. Now she truly was going mad. She mumbled, "Stupid Wolfram and Hart," then realising she said it out loud, bit her lip again, staring down at her nails, trying to look calm.