Chapter 3

DARLAS POV

"Darla" He Repeated

"I'm just not getting it.. Your dead how can you be here... oh god are you a ghost, cause if you are Angel and Conner aren't here-"

"I'm not a ghost you idiot, just let me in"

I said sharply.

"Oh it must be you then... you should come in I will uh.. Find you some clothes"

Lorne looked at here again shook his head, closed his eyes and opened them again just to make sure he wasn't going crazy.

"I am real you know"

"Yeah but how"

"I don't know! Just find me some clothes!"

Lone walked down the stairs and Darla followed, he went into his bedroom and Darla, went behind the bar and pulled herself some whiskey, she drank "Ah" she said, I've missed that she thought. He came out a few minutes later with a shirt and some black leggings

"Don't even ask me why I have those" he said gesturing at the leggings he handed to her, she quickly pulled them on.

They were a pretty big, but not too bad.

It was the shirt that was miles to big for her, but it would do.

"I'm hungry"

She canted

"Yeah well don't go eating me, anyway you won't like my blood it will be all green and mushy, you will kill yourself again, if you taste it"

He said beginning to get a bit scared

Darla did a little laugh in her head; she didn't feel like killing she didn't know why.

Darla then thought of Holtz.. How her and Angel killed his family, a tear sprang down her cheek, she shook her head and the tears in her eyes went away and the memory of killing the Holtz family went away just like that.

"What's happening to me?"

She whispered.

She thought of the warm fresh taste of human blood.

A smile sprang across her face.

She had another whisky, when she finished it she put the glass on the table,

And walked out of the karaoke bar,

"I just love shopping" she said as she was walking up the stairs.

She smelled the chip fat in the air; that was typical of L.A

She started walking up the street, when she realized that she had no shoes on, she walked into the chippie, and saw a woman with nice enough shoes on what were they called again? conlies? conddies? converse? Yeah that's it converse, she pushed the woman to the ground; hard, I pulled off her shoes, and put them on myself, I opened the door, and looked back at the unconscious woman lying on the floor, I felt a flash of guilt but it was gone in a second, she walked down the streets

And went into a nice looking shop,

"Ugly"

"Ugly"

"Not pretty enough"

"Ugly"

"Granny gear"

"Ugly"

"Oooh that's nice"

Darla pulled out a short red strappy dress.

She looked for the next smallest size and on her way to the changing rooms, and shop assistant stopped her,

"I'm sorry miss but we are closing" she said not sounding sorry at all.

Darla easily snapped her neck, but as soon as she did it, she felt terrible all this guilt came rushing to the surface, she dropped the dress and ran she ran as fast as she could, she ran into a guy who was getting into his car, she grabbed his keys off him, and hopped into his car she drove off; she knew exactly where she was going; she was going to Angel's house, he is the only one who can help me she thought, she drove tears rushing down her cheeks. She parked outside the house; and ran inside

"Angel"

She cried

"I need your help!"

But she stopped crying when she saw the teenager standing beside him.