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Darling Boy​

Summary: Fic is set after Angel ep "Dear Boy". Darla wants her Darling Boy back. And what Darla wants, Darla gets.

Story Notes: It is a dark fanfic. It contains the following: SMUT: Darla/Angelus, Spike/Angelus, Cordelia/Angelus, Darla/Lindsey, Drusilla/Spike, Lindsey/Angelus; violence, bloodplay, torture, non-consensual sex/rape, and a few character deaths. DO NOT read this story if any of the previous items bother you, because chances are you won't like this fic.

Rated:PG13 and NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine, all Joss'. but he'd never do THIS with them.



Part One


"Things didn't go the way you planned, did they?" Lindsey asked.

Darla glanced over at him, with thinly veiled contempt. "Everything's going exactly according to schedule. You see, dear Lindsey, someone who plans well, also plans for the possibility of minor difficulties occurring along the way. I encountered one earlier this evening, but I also know how to make this difficulty work for me." She smiled, and walked over to the bar, pouring herself a scotch.

"Care to share your wisdom with a lower being, Darla?" he requested.

She glanced over at him, and said, "You want Angelus, right?"

Lindsey nodded. "Wolfram and Hart want Angelus, and yourself, to come to work with us." He paused, and walked over next to her, to pour himself a drink. "Notice I didn't say 'for us', because I do realize that none of us can even compare to your intellects."

Darla laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that Lindsey suspected had gained her more admirers than anything else in her arsenal. "Oh, you're good, Boy," she said. She walked over to him, and ran her hands up over his chest, pressing herself against him. "Quite the flatterer. You'd make a fine vampire, but I imagine you've heard that before?"

"You're not the first vampire, or in your case ex-vampire, who's mentioned something to that effect," Lindsey replied with a smile. He'd chosen the wrong words, he realized too late. She pulled away from him, her expression darkened. He sighed, "I'm sorry. That bothers you, doesn't it? Not being a vampire anymore, I mean."

"I don't particularly like the concept of growing old," Darla admitted. "But after Angel proved that he had no qualms with sending me to hell, it would have been stupid of you to bring me back again as a vampire again. This condition, though, is only temporary. I know My Boy will remedy it very soon."

"I find it amazing that you're so confident," Lindsey said. "Still, after what happened."

"I know My Darling Boy," Darla said with a smile. "He could have killed me earlier tonight, Lindsey. But he didn't. Do you know why?"

"Because you're human?" Lindsey offered.

"No, silly," Darla rolled her eyes at him. "It wasn't Angel who kidnapped me, it was Angelus. He wanted me, and Angel knew that. But Angel didn't realize why Angelus wanted at me." She smirked with satisfaction. "Oh, but he knows now. And knowing it probably torments him to no end."

Hyperion Hotel

Angel sat alone in the dark, in the room which had been his home almost fifty years earlier. He'd chosen the room for many reasons, one of which being to remind himself of all he had to atone for. His confronatation earlier that night with Darla had thrown him. He'd pretended that it hadn't, but she hadn't been fooled. He knew that. It was always games with them. Always had been, always would be.

Well, at least now I know I'm not losing my mind.... Right? He'd thought that was the reason for the dreams, at first. He'd heard of the madness before, it had overtaken other vampires. It was one thing that kept their population depleted, more so than Slayers. Vampires never changed. They stayed the same, while the world around them changed. Eventually it would drive some mad because they couldn't handle it, they couldn't adapt. You would hear stories about a vampire that had taken a holy water bath, or had decided to watch the sunrise.

So when he'd started dreaming about Darla, he'd come to the conclusion that it was his turn. This was the onset of his madness and it only seemed fitting. After all, he'd committed the ultimate crime in the vampire community. He'd slain his sire and sent her to hell. Now it was time for him to join her.

So as he'd felt himself slowly slipping into the darkness, he'd wondered how much longer he could hold out before he had to end it. When he'd scared Cordelia into thinking he might bite her, he'd known it was time. He'd planned to watch the sun come up the next morning.

That night, as he was walking the streets one last time, he'd seen her. Just a glimpse on a crowded street. But in that moment everything had come crashing into place. She'd been the reason for his dreams. He may be going insane, but she was the cause. And that meant that maybe it could be stopped.

And then, as if he wasn't struggling hard enough to hold onto his sanity, he'd found out Darla was human! "IT'S NOT FAIR, DAMNIT!" he yelled now, hoping the Powers could hear him. "I've fought on the side of good for four years, and FOR WHAT? TO SEE MY BITCH OF A SIRE GET WHAT I WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE ON THIS EARTH?!" He stood and punched his hand through the wall. "WHY!!!!!" he roared.

As always, he received no answer. As Darla had said, God didn't want him. As if he hadn't known that already. As if it truly mattered to him. What Darla had failed to understand was that his motives weren't as pure as that. No, the real reason he kept fighting, to gain that redemption, was because of the hope that someday he'd finally be free to love Buffy again.

But when he'd found out Darla was now human, it had been a temptation almost too much to resist. He'd seriously considered finding Lindsey, or whoever at Wolfram and Hart was responsible for returning Darla, so he could scare them into making him human also. He'd managed to stop himself from doing that, however. He'd told himself that his search for redemption wouldn't be fulfilled if he cheated his way into humanity. How could he go to Buffy that way? So he'd ignored the urge, and instead concentrated on the problem at hand.

The problem at hand being Darla. He hadn't handled that one too well, though. He'd kidnapped his sire, and dragged her to the basement of the water tower. And he wasn't sure what he had been hoping to accomplish with that move. No, that wasn't quite true. He knew why; he'd planned to let Angelus out to play. He'd been hoping that the demon would kill her, and then they'd both be rid of her. And if he'd been unable to let Angelus actually kill her, he'd hoped that at least he'd scare her into giving him some information as to who at Wolfram and Hart was behind this and what their ultimate plan was.

Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten anything he'd wanted. Instead he had only succeeded in playing into Darla's hand. He hadn't scared her, far from it. Having access to Angelus, that was what she had wanted all along.

And Angel had realized something else, something that he hadn't even contemplated as a possibility. Something that he'd denied adamantly, while fearing she saw the truth behind the lie. The reason Angelus hadn't killed Darla, had been because he loved her.

And that had scared Angel more than anything else had in the past few weeks. He was afraid he wouldn't win this one. He was afraid that with Darla's help, Angelus would break free of the cage he'd locked him in and take over. I can't let that happen.

Which was why he was sitting in his old room, at four a.m., facing the east window with the curtains pulled wide open.
 
Part Two

"So now what are you going to do?" Lindsey asked Darla.

"Well, Lindsey, I've seen to it that Angel's blood supply has the sleeping powder in it. I imagine he'll be slipping off to dreamland very shortly." She stood, and said, "And I have a surprise or two waiting for him when he gets there."

Her smile chilled Lindsey to the bone. "Can I assume it has something to do with the warlock you had here earlier?" he asked.

"Oh yes," Darla said. "You see, I decided that if I can't fight that stupid cheerleader's hold over Angel, I might as well use it to my advantage." She walked to the door then, "I'll see you very soon, Lindsey. And if all goes well, I'll be introducing you to someone you've wanted to meet for a very long time." She opened the door, and turned to go.

"Darla," Lindsey called.

She turned back at the open door, and replied, "Yes, Dear?"

"I now know where Angel gets his love of being cryptic from," Lindsey said with a smile.

Darla laughed again, and said, "I'm glad that My Boy still has that part of me in him, though he may not even realize it. As vampires, it was one of our favorite games, being mysterious. It drew humans to us like moths to a flame."

As she left, Lindsey couldn't help being grateful that Darla was not yet a vampire. Because he feared he was one of those moths about which she had been speaking.

Hyperion Hotel

Angel sighed, the hunger was almost unbearable. It was obviously Angelus' doing, he'd just fed four hours earlier. He suspected Angelus thought that distracting him with the need to feed would keep him from ending his unlife. "It won't, you know that," he said. He checked his watch. It was just five a.m, sunrise wasn't for another hour at least. "But fine, even a death row inmate gets a last meal."

He walked downstairs to the kitchen, and retrieved a blood bag. He saw that Cordelia had restocked for him. That was a waste, I'll have to remember to leave her money to pay her back. He poured the blood into a mug and warmed it up in the microwave. He felt a pang of regret, thinking of Cordelia. She and Wesley would miss him. He knew that. Maybe even Gunn would. And Buffy.... "I can't think about that. She'll be fine. It's better this way, much better than if Angelus were to pay another visit to Sunnydale. No, Buffy's moved on, she's got someone who can give her the life she deserves."

He downed the blood in one gulp, then returned to his room. He was glad Wesley hadn't arrived early, as he'd been doing lately. Though he suspected that Wesley wouldn't stop him, not if he explained that he thought he couldn't control the demon any longer.

He sat in the recliner, and yawned, feeling suddenly exhausted. The events of the last three days had caught up with him. I suppose it doesn't matter if I sleep, I'll still be dead He allowed his eyes to close, and soon was fast asleep.

6 a.m.

"Angel!"

His eyes flew open at the familiar sound of her voice. "Buffy?" he blinked up at his ex-girlfriend, in shock.
 
Part Three

Angel looked around, confused. Buffy? When did she get here? Why is she here? Why am I still here? Then the answer to the last question occurred to him. She was standing in front of the window, having closed the curtains. "Damn it, Buffy! Why'd you close them?!" He stood up, with the intention of opening the curtains again.

He'd forgotten how strong she was; she shoved his chest, and he fell back into the chair. "Because I can't talk to you very well if you're DUST!" she yelled back. "I suppose a one-sided conversation could be had, but that doesn't interest me very much!"

Her face softened, then, and she looked at him sadly. "Why, Angel? Why were you going to give up?"

"Buffy, you don't know what's going on--"

"I know about Darla," she said with a frown. "Please tell me she isn't the reason for your suicidal feelings!"

"How do you know about Darla?" Angel asked, dodging her question.

"Cordelia called me," Buffy shrugged. "She was worried about you. So here I am."

"I thought we agreed not to do this anymore, Buffy. We stay out of each other's worlds, wasn't that the plan?"

"Even if we've had our problems, Angel, I couldn't stay away. Not when you need my help."

"I'm--" Angel had been about to say, "handling it fine." He realized the evidence to the contrary was overwhelming.

"Why are you trying to dust yourself? You don't think you can stop Angelus from breaking free, do you?" Buffy said.

Angel looked away, he couldn't face her when he was like this. "You have to stop trying to save me," he said softly.

"I'll stop when you stop," Buffy said, kneeling in front of him. "Angel," she took his hands in hers. "Look at me," she pleaded.

"No. I have to do this. Please go, Buffy," he said, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Not until you hear what I came to say. Look at me," her hands were cradling his face, turning it so that he had no choice but to look into her eyes. "Good," she smiled. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Angel smiled ruefully. "That depends on your definition of the word."

"Angel, I'm not just here because Cordelia called me," she said, not removing her hands from his face, running her thumbs back and forth across his cheekbones lightly.

Angel drew in an unnecessary breath, and tried to find his voice. "Huh?" Good, Angel. Very intelligent reply.

"I left him, Angel," she said.

"Riley?" Angel was confused. He didn't like where this conversation was heading. "Why would you do that?"

"I've had Willow doing research for several weeks. And she finally came up with a way to do it."

"Buffy, I'm supposed to be the cryptic one, remember?" Angel said, with a smirk, glad his wit at least was returning.

She laughed. "I'm sorry. I'll get straight to the point. Willow found a way to remove the happiness clause from your curse, Angel. She did the spell last night."

"It can't be," Angel said, sure he was dreaming now. "I didn't feel anything."

"She said you wouldn't," Buffy replied. She smiled then, a dazzling smile that would have taken Angel's breath away if he had any to lose. "Do you understand what I'm telling you Angel? Your soul, it's not going anywhere. We can be together finally."

"Buffy--" Angel's protest was stifled as she jumped up to straddle him, kissing him passionately. Her forcefulness surprised him, she'd never been like this with him before. He'd forgotten how incredible it felt to kiss her, though. However, at the same time as he felt his arms slip around her waist, he was afraid that doing this wasn't necessarily such a good idea. He finally found the willpower to end the kiss, "Stop."

"Why?" she pouted. "Angel, we've been apart for too long already. Why are you trying to prolong the torment? Don't you want me?"

"God, Buffy, how could you even ask me such a thing?" he asked. He raised a hand to stroke her cheek gently. "I just don't want to jump into anything without knowing for sure that something bad won't happen. No offense against Willow, but how do we know the spell really worked?" He couldn't have a repeat of what had happened her junior year. He couldn't do that to her again. He'd rather be alone for eternity than risk that.

"Well..." Buffy gave him a mischievous look. "I think there's only one way to test out the effectiveness of the spell," she smirked. She'd unbuttoned his shirt, and now her hands were roaming over his chest. She leaned in, and whispered in his ear, after "Make love to me, Angel."

She started to nibble on his earlobe, and he shuddered at the feelings she was invoking in him. "I want that so much," he groaned, sliding his hands up to squeeze her breasts through her shirt. "But what if--"

Buffy put a finger to his lips to silence him. "Sshh," she whispered. "Take a chance, Angel. If anything happens, I'll chain you up, and call Willow. She'll come, curse you, problem solved. But I know I won't need to call her, Angel. We're going to be together forever, like we were always meant to be."

Angel looked into her eyes, and all of his defenses crumbled. All of his brilliant reasons for not making love to her for hours escaped his mind. "Are you sure?" he asked.

She laughed, knowing she'd won the war of wills. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. Now why are we still dressed?"

Angel chuckled in response. "I don't have a good answer for that," he replied, before lifting her in his arms. He carried her into the room he had claimed as his bedroom, laying her on the bed. He laid down next to her, and kissed her gently. "Have I mentioned yet how much I love you?" he asked, his voice husky with emotion.

"No, but I already knew that, anyway," Buffy replied, smiling at him. "Angel, it's going to be all right," she added, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "You're home now, with me, where you belong."

10 a.m.

Angel's eyes flew open as a lightening bolt of pain surged through his body. He wasn't sure what exactly had woken him up, and then he felt it again. "No," he moaned, it was exactly the way he'd felt before he'd lost his soul after making love with Buffy the first time. Buffy! I have to get away from her. It's day. The sun will stop this He tried to get up, but couldn't move. He realized why after a short time, his hands were shackled to the bedposts.

Thank God, Buffy knew what was happening before I woke. He closed his eyes in relief. At least Angelus wouldn't be free to do any more harm this time.

Then he smelled her. "No," he whispered, as he opened his eyes to meet those of Darla, who was lying next to him.

"Hello, Darling," she smiled at him, stretching lazily.



should i continue?
 
you're welcome *thinking 'oh,i made her cry,i'm a bad girl'*


Part Four

"Where's Buffy?!" he yelled, struggling against the chains. "What did you do to her?!"

She laughed in response, "Angel, did you really, truly believe you were making love with that girl?" She smirked. "Oh, Angel! Harder, Angel! Faster, Angel! Angel, I love you!" she mocked him.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh, yes!" she replied, still smiling cruelly at him. "I had this rather powerful warlock perform a little spell last night, Angel. It was me you were making love to this morning, even if your eyes and your heart believed otherwise. I had to get my Angelus back, and you helped me discover how. You made it clear earlier that to you, your cheerleader was the only definition of 'true happiness.' So I gave you that, and in a few minutes my Angelus will be free again."

"Don't do this, Darla. He'll kill you," Angel warned. It was an empty threat; he knew that. But maybe she wouldn't.

She laughed again, and kissed him hard. He tried to tear his lips away, but she grabbed his head and held it still. "You're mine, Boy," she said. "I can almost hear Angelus screaming to get free. He wants me, Angel. Can you feel it?"

Angel shook his head, "NO!" but he could feel it. She was right, Angelus was screaming. He wanted this woman who had been his sire, he wanted to rekindle the bond they'd shared so many years ago.

"Keep yelling, you'll bring room service for Angelus," Darla said with a smile. "I wonder which one he wants to drain first, the Brunette Bimbo, or the Ex-Watcher?"

Angel looked around the room frantically, trying to clear his mind enough to come up with a plan. I'd even jump through the window, if only I could get loose.

"Please, Darla," he wasn't above begging. "Don't do this, you've got to have a soul in there somewhere--"

"Don't bother," she cut him off. "I was no innocent when the Master turned me. I'd known evil, even if I'd done none of it myself. I don't regret anything I did as a vampire, because I was fulfilling my true nature. I don't regret anything I've done since Wolfram and Hart brought me back as a mortal, either. Do you know why?"

He shook his head.

"Because, everything I've done the last few months has been for the love of my Darling Boy," she replied with a smile.

"He doesn't love you, though," Angel forced a laugh. "He's using you. Be smart, Darla. Angelus only loves himself, no one else. Why would you want that back???"

"Oh, but he does love me, Angel," Darla replied. She leaned toward him, and nibbled on his earlobe, adding, "You know that, I know that, and Angelus knows that. He belongs to me. Even if I'm no longer technically his sire, he still feels the bond toward me, as I do toward him. We will be together, and there's nothing you or your socalled friends can do about it."

Angel strained against the chains. "You can't win, Darla."

"I already have, Angel," she smiled at him.

Angel tried to fight it, but he felt the change occurring and knew she was right. "AAAAAAAAAGH!" he yelled, as his entire body convulsed in a series of spasms. When it was over, he lay with his eyes closed, still as death.

Darla curled up against his side, running her hand over his bare chest. "Angelus? Come out and play, Darling." She moved away and sat on the side of the bed, realizing for the first time how vulnerable she truly would be if her Childe were free again.

His eyes opened after several minutes, and he looked at her. He grinned, and slipped into gameface. "Darla, you brought me back, and I am forever grateful to you for that. I was getting so tired of that soul, it has truly cramped my style."
 
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