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Part 10
Warning: Character death in this chapter.


Angelus paced the lobby of the hotel, waiting for Wesley. Turn him? - torture him? - kill him? - torture and then turn him? - turn and then torture him? - torture and then kill him? - torture, turn, then kill him? This was the debate raging in his mind. After a few minutes he settled on the least time-consuming, a quick kill. Turning Wesley wasn't something that would go well. A vampire Wesley, he feared, would be far too much of a prude for his tastes. There was only so much the demon could do to improve on the man or woman it took over, after all. Besides the fact that nobody would miss Wesley Wyndam-Price if he were dead. He'd cut all ties with any of his socalled friends many months earlier. Now, except for the occasional whore, his entire life was Angel Investigations.


Angelus chuckled. "Idiot."


Wesley walked in, and literally skidded to a halt when he saw Angelus. "Angel... I.... Um. Where's Cordelia?" he said in typical bumbling Wesley fashion. He was eyeing Angel suspiciously, but obviously not ready to accept that he had lost his soul as Cordelia had warned him.


"Not here yet," Angelus shrugged, hiding the smirk as he noticed Wesley notice he was still in his robe. It was loosely tied at the waist, showing much of his well-defined chest. As if the soul never realized you wanted this body he thought with a sigh. Unfortunately, so much to do and so little time.


"It's early, why are you awake? Dreams, still?" Wesley asked.


"No, I was hungry," Angelus said nonchalantly, leaning against the counter. "What brings you here so early?"


"Cordelia was... Um.... Concerned? Yes. Concerned."


Angelus continued to gaze at Wesley, enjoying the fact that it was severely disconcerting the Ex-Watcher.


Wesley was utterly baffled by Angel's odd behavior. Did I hear Cordelia right on the phone? Is it? Or was she just talking about her vision? "Well. I should call Cordelia. She called me, apparently she had a rather disturbing vision."


He started to walk toward where Angelus was standing, and reach over the counter for the phone.


He squeaked as Angelus grabbed him on his way by, pulling him back against his body, pinning his arms to his sides. "Angel?" he squeaked again. "What are you doing?"


"Relax, Wes. There's nothing to worry about," Angelus cooed in the man's ear. "Cordelia is fashionably late, as always. Since you're here though, we could play for a while, before she gets here."


"Absolutely not!" Wesley said resolutely, and Angelus let him struggle out of his grasp. He didn't turn, but continued away from Angelus and into the office.


Angelus chuckled. It was so much fun playing with his prey. He wondered how long it would be before Wesley finally figured out what was going on. He followed Wesley into the office, and shut the door behind him, locking it.


Wesley jumped at the sound. "I need to call--" All intelligent thought was halted as he turned and looked behind him. Angel had slipped into game face.


"Angel? Your face."


"What about it, Wes? I happen to like it," Angelus smiled. "Oh, I know, Cordelia preferred this one," he reverted to his human face briefly, before returning to his true face, "but I taught her that the demon's there just the same."


"What do you ..." realization hit Wesley then, as did the fear. "Angelus?"


"Ding-ding-ding-ding! The light went on, ladies and gentlemen," Angelus replied with a chuckle. "Now, I'd like to chat but I'm rather hungry." He lunged at Wesley, who darted behind the desk. Angelus rolled his eyes, and leaped over the desk, then pinned Wesley to the wall. "Any last words?" he asked, with a smirk.


"You won't get away with this," Wesley said.


Angelus groaned and said, "Oh, dear. Can't you humans come up with something a little more original? Do you KNOW how many times I've heard that right before I drain someone? Oh, and by the way, you won't be seeing Cordy anytime soon. She's going to join the family." He reveled in the look of anger in Wesley's face, before sinking his teeth into his neck. The man struggled, but didn't cry out. Angelus drank the blood which gushed out of the wound, and Wesley eventually stilled. When he heard Wesley's heart beat slowing, he dropped him to the floor. "One down," he said with satisfaction. "And I've only just begun to enjoy myself!"

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Part Eleven

"You're insane, you do know that don't you?" Cordelia asked Darla without looking at her.


"You wouldn't understand," Darla replied with a sigh.


"That you're warped? Oh, no I think I do understand that."


"You don't know the Angelus that I know," Darla protested.


Cordelia giggled, near-hysterically, "No kidding. There's more to him than a soulless demon who enjoys torturing, raping and killing? Do tell."


"I don't need to explain myself to you," Darla replied shortly. "I wish you were dead already. You think I'm thrilled he's turning you rather than ridding our lives of you immediately? If I was still his sire, I wouldn't allow it. You're a silly, vain girl, who thought you could have your own little pet vampire. Well, welcome to the real world, Cordelia. He IS a demon, you're right about that. But he always was, and you tried to pretend otherwise. He was never meant to have a soul. I now know what pain Angelus felt when he was trapped with it. That curse was a horrible thing, and if you truly knew what Angelus had suffered, you wouldn't have ever wished it on him."


Darla decided she was wasting her time arguing with Cordelia, and got up to get dressed. Then she remembered Angelus had ripped her dress in two. I wonder if Cordelia keeps any spare clothes in the hotel. Well, she wouldn't tell me if she did. She found Angelus' black silk shirt in the meantime, and put it on. Then she wandered down the hall. After searching three rooms, she found Cordelia's extra clothes in the fourth room's closet. She found a black tank top and pants, and carried them back into Angelus' bedroom.


She realized then that what she really wanted before getting dressed was a shower. She decided to risk it, even though she technically hadn't been given permission by Angelus. She went into the bathroom, and turned on the water. She stepped under the spray when the temperature was to her liking, and stood under the scalding hot water, warming herself and washing away the tension of the past two days.


Angelus walked into the bedroom, and was angry when she was not where he'd left her. Then he heard the sound of running water and smiled. He wasn't averse to a shower himself. He did need to wash off the blood. He walked into the bathroom, and stood by the shower curtain, watching her. She had always had the perfect body. There was no hint of imperfection, and still wasn't. It was probably part of why, when she'd been his sire, he'd thought of her as his goddess. She had been his life, and they had made the perfect pair. He wondered if they'd be able to get that back again. He stepped into the shower behind her, and moved closer.


As she finished washing her hair, she moved to turn off the faucets, when she felt hands at her waist. She gasped and jumped in surprise, she hadn't even heard him come in. He pulled her back against him and she sighed contentedly, relaxing against his chest. Apparently the kill had sated his need for violence, for the moment anyway.


Angelus ran his hands up her body to her breasts, and squeezed them, and she moaned in response. He chuckled. "So is this why you brought me back, Darla?"


"This is just an added perk," Darla replied tilting her head to look up at him with a grin. "I brought you back because I needed you back. I turned you because you had such potential to make our family great, Angelus. You still do. You can help restore our family to the place it deserves in the vampire community. It's such a joke now. I couldn't keep your childer under control after the curse--"


"And whose fault was that?" he questioned. It was the oldest fight in their arsenal, the debate over his childer's 'willfulness'. Darla had been jealous of them, and had never wanted any additions to their little family. Angelus had ignored her orders to the contrary, and sired three childer anyway. The real problem was in the fact that his childer recognized Darla's jealousy early on. That hadn't helped the situation. Of course it had only made them more rebellious and disrespectful to her. He'd tried his damndest to make them act properly. He'd screamed, and hit and whipped, but mostly to no use. They'd only learned to pretend to behave when he was around, and he'd known that.


Penn had been the most difficult to deal with where Darla was concerned, though. Angelus hadn't known the extent of the problem until one night when he'd returned from being gone a week. He'd smelled Penn's scent on Darla when he'd returned, and vice versa, and at first he'd been furious with her. He'd thought for a brief moment that she'd decided Penn would take Angelus' place in her bed. But he hadn't said anything, had instead pretended ignorance. He'd noticed how jumpy she was when he'd touched her, and he realized what had happened. Penn had obviously managed somehow to overpower her and rape her. Angelus had never known a rage like that before that moment, or after.


He'd excused himself from her presence and found his wretched childe. He'd chained the boy up and beaten him mercilessly. After only fifteen minutes there wasn't an inch of skin on Penn that wasn't bruised or bleeding. And if Drusilla hadn't stepped in, Angelus would have ended it by staking the boy.


But Dru had stepped in, or more precisely jumped him to protect her brother. Angelus had thrown her off, but her interference had succeeded in lessening his rage the slightest bit. "Get him out of our house, and out of my sight," he'd said to her. Then he'd turned and walked back upstairs to tend to his sire.


"Angelus?"


He shook his head slightly, and looked down at her.


"I said, they never respected me," she said again. "But that's not because of you," she added quickly misunderstanding his growl as anger toward her. "They were and are still very willful. After you left, they eventually wandered off. And I didn't stop them."


"You went back to him, instead," Angelus said with a scowl. "That shriveled up, superstitious thing who preferred to rule from the sewers. He was no 'Master.'"


"I'm sorry if you expected me to do something else," Darla replied. "I didn't know what to do. I tracked down the Gypsy, and tried to make him reverse the curse. Did you know that?" Angelus shook his head and she continued. "I tried to bargain with the man, and tell him that I would spare his family if he returned you to us. But no, your 'favorite boy' ruined that plan! He drained the man's family, and it was all over. There was nothing more I could do to bring you back. So yes, Angelus, I returned to the Master, because I knew he would look after me."


"Once a whore, always a whore," Angelus said with a smirk.


"How dare you!" Darla screamed, raising her hand to slap him in the face. He grabbed her wrist before she could though and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. She winced in pain as her head hit the wall.


"I dare, because I have every right to say and do whatever I damn well please," Angelus said coldly. "And until you stop challenging that fact, you will remain a human." he added.


Brilliant, Darla. Just brilliant. She berated herself as she looked into his eyes. He was furious with her, and that did not mean good things. "I'm sorry, Angelus. I wasn't thinking. I--"


"Hush," Angelus cut her off, placing a finger to her lips. "Apologies tire me. You obvoiusly haven't quite processed the fact that you are no longer my sire. We'll have to remedy that situation. Go back to the bedroom, lie down and wait for me."


Darla fought the urge to argue, and nodded slowly. Angelus stepped away, and she left the shower. She grabbed a towel and dried off quickly, then walked back into the bedroom.



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Part Twelve


When Darla exited the bathroom, Cordelia was no longer on the bed. Angelus moved her, Darla realized. She's locked in one of the other rooms, I imagine She ignored the voice in her head telling her to run. She had to prove to Angelus that she could accept him as her sire before he would turn her back to a vampire. If convincing him meant letting him inflict a little bit of pain, she could handle it.


She laid on the bed on her back, and closed her eyes, trying to relax. He won't kill me she tried to convince herself. Well, hopefully he will, but he will also turn me. She heard the running water stop, and felt her heart speed up as the true fear set in. Knowing what he could do was one cause for her fear. Not knowing which of those things he had planned for her, that was the other cause.


She felt him sit on the bed next to her, and she opened her eyes. He wasn't angry, that was a relief. He just wanted to play, and that she told herself she really could handle. He smiled at her, and leaned down to kiss her. Deceptive gentleness was in the kiss, betrayed by the fact that he swiftly moved her hands up above her head, locking her wrists again in the shackles. He finally ended the kiss, letting her take in a much-needed breath.


"Angelus--"


"Ssh," he shook his head. "No talking, unless you're spoken to." He moved away and stood, walking out of the room.


Now what? she wondered, keeping her eyes on the open doorway.


He returned, dragging a chest behind him. Darla's eyes widened in surprise, she knew that chest well. She couldn't believe that Angel had kept it, though. All of his favorite toys were in there. The ones he'd used to discipline Drusilla, and on rare occasions, Spike. The ones he'd used on the occasional unsuspecting human, when one caught his fancy enough to want to torture before the kill.


I can't do this She thought frantically, as she panicked, pulling on the chains. "Angelus--"


Angelus looked up at her with a scowl. The look silenced her instantly. He sighed, in irritation, shaking his head. "I told you to keep quiet. But if you can't do that on your own, you give me no choice." He walked over to her, standing next to the bed. He opened a drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out two red silk scarfs. He lifted her head with one hand, and gagged her with one scarf. It wasn't too tight, just tight enough to remind her of the rules. "This one will be removed if you behave," he said. He blindfolded her with the other one. "This one stays on."


The fear welled up in her more strongly than before, and she tried to fight it. She couldn't, though, as memories returned of another night with another vampire. He had chained her up, blindfolded and gagged her as well. Then he had raped her repeatedly. She'd wished for death by the time he was finished with her, but of course he hadn't been that kind. This isn't the same, she told herself. This is Angelus, you're safe with him. You know that, or you wouldn't have brought him back.


She heard footsteps leaving the room. Another game, keeping up the suspense. Darla listened, intently, and she eventually heard movement again. Her first feeling was terror, until she reminded herself who it was. She took a deep breath and heard a chuckle.


"I can hear your heart beating, you know. Like a scared, little rabbit," Angelus said with a smile as he looked at her. He hadn't bothered to get dressed, as sex was high on his list of activities for the day. The sight of Darla lying on his bed chained up, blindfolded and gagged was an overwhelming turn-on. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her body and **** her senseless. But he resisted, he had other more interesting ideas for her, before that happened. It was easier to ignore the urge to **** her, as he caught no scent of arousal on her. I'll just have to see if I can't change that.


He sat down next to her, and she gasped when his mouth latched onto one of her breasts, sucking at it, while one hand moved to the other one, kneading it. Then he moved his head over to the other breast, and his hand traveled slowly downward, smiling as he heard her whimper of anticipation. He moved to her clit, twisting it roughly, and she moaned and bucked her hips upward, seeking release. He sat up and moved his hand and mouth away, not intending to let her control the situation. He let his eyes roam over her body, enjoying the sight of her, flushed and ready for him. He could smell her arousal now, he definitely knew how to get to her. He frowned deciding, She's not quite vulnerable enough for my liking.


He walked over to the chair where he'd tied up Cordelia earlier, and retrieved two lengths of rope. He walked back over to Darla, and grabbed her right foot, tying the rope around the ankle, then the other end to the foot of the bed. He did the same thing with the other foot. He stood back to look at her, spread eagled on the bed. He frowned, though, as he heard her breathing quicken, and her heart rate do the same. Before he'd spread her legs, she'd been ready for him to **** her. Now, he smelled nothing but uncontrollable panic. Why the hell is she so afraid all the sudden? he wondered. She knows I--


She tried to yell, but she couldn't with the gag in her mouth. She knew what was coming. HE'd spread her legs apart and tied them to the bedposts, just before he'd entered her brutally, tearing her and making her bleed. Then he raped her over and over again, not stopping long enough for her to adjust. Not caring that she was crying and begging him to stop.


She cursed herself internally as she felt the tears coming. She tried to quell them. She struggled against her restraints again, wishing she could speak so she could reason with him, make him stop.


Angelus stared at her as she struggled futilely, she was terrified. He decided the games were over for now. What the **** got into her? he thought as he moved to remove the gag and ask her just that.


He didn't get the chance, though, the minute she felt the gag removed from her mouth, she yelled, "STOP!" She heard his growl, but continued, "Penn--" She gasped when she realized what she had just said and remembered where she was. She froze, and bit her lip. She waited for the punishment which was sure to follow. The only way Angelus could take her outburst was that she had been remembering an earlier affair with Penn. That hadn't been the case at all, but she'd never told Angelus the truth two hundred twenty years ago. How would he believe her now?


Angelus stood rooted to the spot, looking at her in shock. She'd said PENN's name, which meant she had flashed back to the night he had raped her. That's how he did it he realized. He tied her up, probably when she was sleeping, the little *******. Angelus felt physically ill at the thought, and thought that the torments of hell probably weren't enough punishement for the boy.


He walked over to where Darla was lying still as death, except for the slight trembling of her body. He untied her feet, and then moved to the head of the bed, unlocking the shackles. She rolled onto her side, facing away from him, and curled into a fetal position. Angelus heard soft sounds, and realized she was crying. He couldn't believe his ears. I only ever heard her cry once. That night, when I returned. She never knew I heard. It was after she thought I was asleep.
He felt regret for not the first time, that he hadn't been able to protect her better. He'd promised her so long ago that he would give her everything she wanted. But his own childe had brutally raped her. He'd always feel responsible for that. He laid down on the bed, and tugged on her shoulder. She didn't resist him, but let him turn her onto her other side. He pulled the blindfold off her, and pulled her to his chest, holding her with both arms around her waist.


Darla struggled, but he wouldn't let go. She sobbed loudly, and gave in, slumping against him. She continued to cry as he held her, one arm around her shoulders, the other hand moving to stroke her hair gently. He didn't utter a word, as there was nothing he could think of to say. He just held her, trying his best to comfort her



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Part 13


Darla opened her eyes, her head was still resting on Angelus' chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. I must have drifted off She tried to raise her head, but his hand on the back of her head kept her where she was.


Angelus felt her stirring, she was awake. She'd cried for an hour straight, then fallen into a fitful sleep for another hour. He'd stayed with her the whole time, wanting to be there when she awoke. They had to talk about it. Two hundred twenty years of silence was long enough, especially when the silence obviously hadn't helped her get over it. "You really thought I didn't know?" he asked.


"I was afraid," she admitted softly.


"Afraid of what?" Angelus replied.


"I didn't want you to think of me as weak," Darla replied. Too late for that. You just made a fool out of yourself.


"I never thought of you that way," Angelus said. "I still don't. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."


"Not strong enough," Darla said. "I couldn't stop him."


"Tell me how it happened," Angelus requested. He felt her tense up underneath his arms, and said, "You told me you trusted me. I need to know. Hasn't he been between us long enough?"


Darla sighed, he was right. Besides, he'd known all this time, and it hadn't affected the way he'd treated her. "You'd gone to Romania, to meet with the Master," she said. "You'd been gone for four days, Penn was being impossible. I tried to avoid him, but he'd pick arguments with me whenever he could. Drusilla thought it was funny. She never saw his faults... she never saw anyone's faults, come to think of it. The day you returned, he was worse than usual. In the early morning, he came home drunk, and he barged into our room. He told me I was a selfish whore who was keeping his sire away from him. I literally threw him out, and ordered him to sober up. I didn't think any more of it, and I went to bed.


When I woke--" She shivered and took a deep breath. The memories were so vivid, she felt the pain like it was just yesterday. She felt Angelus' hand rubbing her back comfortingly, and took a deep breath. "My arms were chained to the bedposts, and I was blindfolded. I guess he thought that I wouldn't know it was him. But I smelled him. I screamed at him, I was furious. I ordered him to release me. I told him I would tear him apart piece by piece.


I'll never forget the way he laughed in reply.


But I wasn't afraid. I didn't believe he'd actually do anything to me. I assumed he was just trying to make me leave. I told him that I wasn't going anywhere, and that I'd enjoy watching you punish him later. I heard him leave, and it felt like hours before he returned. But I was still more angry than anything. Especially when I felt his hands on me. He ripped my nightgown off, and then he ..." she trailed off, and tried to compose herself as she felt the tears threatening to fall again.


She felt Angelus' arms around her tighten, and she continued. "He chained my legs to the posts at the foot of the bed, and I was frightened then. I knew what he was planning, and I couldn't believe he was so bold. He forced himself on me then, for what felt like hours. He told me he'd stop if I begged him, but I refused. I cursed him, and screamed obscenities at him, but I never begged."


"That's my girl," Angelus said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and she knew she should have trusted him enough to tell him back then.


"He left, eventually, when he discovered he couldn't break me. Drusilla showed up, and released me. She didn't say a word, but I knew she understood what had happened. When she'd left, I moved a dresser in front of the door, and cleaned up the mess. When I heard you returning, I moved the dresser away again."


"And I knew something was off the moment I got home," Angelus said. "I caught his scent on you. At first I was angry, I assumed the worst of you. But then, I also smelled your fear when I touched you, and I realized what he'd done. Fury doesn't begin to describe what I felt at that moment. I excused myself from your presence, and I went to find him. He was so arrogant when I confronted him, he didn't even bother to deny it. I dragged him down to our basement, and chained him up. I put all of my talents for torture into that ******* childe. I beat him, and bled him, and he screamed for mercy. When he realized I wasn't going to give it, he begged for death. I almost obliged, but Drusilla stopped me. She was smarter than she pretended, my crazy childe. She told me, 'They'll all want to know why, Daddy. Do you want them to know?' So I told her to unchain him, but get him out of our house. I told him he was no longer my childe, and if I ever saw him again I'd stake him myself."


"I always assumed he just left because he was afraid you'd find out," Darla replied. "I can't believe you did that."


"You were my sire," Angelus replied. "How many times did you tell me that our responsibilities to each other were to protect each other from others who would try to destroy us? I failed YOU. I brought Penn into our family. I knew he was stubborn, and disrespectful, but I never thought-"


"How could you have?" Darla asked. "It wasn't your fault, Angelus. I didn't even see it coming."


"It doesn't matter," Angelus said. "He was my responsibility, and he deserved worse than he got for daring to do what he did to you. Well, at least he's gone now." At her questioning expression, he shook his head. "No, I didn't do it. But I saw it happen, and no part of me shed a tear for him."


He put his hand under her chin, and nudged it up, so she would look at him. She did so reluctantly, but was surprised by the emotion she saw in his eyes. "Nobody will EVER hurt you again, Darla. You are MINE, and I protect what's mine," he growled.


"I know," she said with a smile, kissing him then. "I remember well," she added, settling back in the safety of his arms.
 
the previous part was horrible,bad,lame, and stupid,..sorry


Part 14


Darla frowned as she heard her cell phone ringing. "I really don't feel like dealing with those stupid Wolfram and Hart humans."


"I would be interested to know what they think they'll get out of helping you bring me back," Angelus said. "Besides a horrible, painful death."


Darla shrugged, "Well that shouldn't be too hard to figure out. Why do any humans try to make alliances with vampires, Angelus? They want power, and they're just idiotic enough to think they can control you." She jumped in surprise at the unexpected growling of her stomach then. Angelus chuckled, and she huffed in irritation. "I'd like to see YOU try to get used to this... this... life!" she spat the last word out.


"Get dressed," Angelus said, standing, and walking toward the door. "I'll meet you downstairs, I imagine Cordelia has left some food in the refridgerator. I need to do some things, anyway."


After he'd gone, Darla pulled on the black pants and tank top she'd 'borrowed'. She grabbed her purse and cell phone and made her way downstairs, locating the kitchen.


When Angelus walked in, she was standing at the open refridgerator, staring at it morosely. Her back was to him, so he stood and silently watched her.


"Your cologne gives you away," she said without turning. "And this is just depressing," she sighed. She turned around and said, "Ang..." her voice trailed off as she looked at him, and unconsciously licked her lips at the sight. He'd changed into some skin-tight black leather pants, and a midnight-blue long-sleeved silk shirt. She'd been mourning the lack of food, but he looked good enough to eat.


She caught his amused smirk, and tried to pretend he hadn't caught her staring at him lustfully. "All you have in there are three bags of blood," she pouted. "And I'm afraid those won't do me any good." She walked over to him, and pressed her body to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Unless," she said with a smile, "you want to do something to make that blood more nourishing for me."


"Not yet," he replied with a grin, and reached up to pull his arms from around his neck. "Nice try, though. I'll order delivery. I could use a snack, anyway," he added with a grin as he walked to the phone. He raised his eyebrow at her pouting look at him. "You can pout all you want. While incredibly sexy, it won't make me give in," he turned away and spoke into the phone.


Darla sighed loudly and grabbed her purse, walking into the lobby. She looked toward the door as Lindsey walked in, looking quite panicked. "Darla." He noticeably relaxed as he saw her. "Why haven't you been answering your phone?!" he demanded.


Darla regarded him in mild irritation. "I don't answer to you, Holland, or any of the other stupid men in your law firm. I've been busy," she added with a smile. She walked over to the couch, and sat down. "What do you want?" she asked, as she looked up again and realized he wasn't going away.


"Darla, you don't answer to us, but don't you at least think you owe us some common courtesy?" Lindsey asked, coming to stand two feet in front of her.


Darla laughed. "Oh, Lindsey. That's really amusing, when we BOTH know that you brought me back from hell to try to ... hm.... that's what I'm still trying to figure out, exactly." She looked at him curiously. "Destroy Angelus? Add him to your list of demon employees? That's it, isn't it!" she laughed as Lindsey's surprised reaction gave him away. "Oh, Lindsey, Dear Lindsey. I've tried to explain to you and Holland, so many times, there's no way you will be able to coerce Angelus into working for you. NO ONE owns or controls Angelus, he does nothing that he doesn't want to. And there's absolutely nothing you can do to change that. So I would advise you to leave, because he was mentioning to me just a few minutes ago he was hungry. He won't think twice about draining you dry, and I wouldn't stop him."


"He won't hurt me," Lindsey replied, giving her a smug smile.


"Oh? And why is that?" she asked, only mildly interested in his answer.


"I have the Orb of Thessula," Lindsey said.


"You don't," she hissed angrily, jumping to her feet. "It's with the stupid cheerleader on the Hellmouth."


"Wolfram and Hart have an amazing talent for getting things we need," Lindsey replied, still with that damn smile on his face.


Darla glared at the boy, barely managing to keep herself from lunging at his face and scratching his eyes out. And that was just the beginning of the "killing Lindsey slowly" fantasies running through her mind. But she realized that although those activities would prove incredibly fulfilling, it wouldn't get the orb out of the hands of the law firm. And that's what she had to concentrate on at the moment. How to get it.... that was the real challenge. She got a sudden idea, and changed tactics.


"Lindsey," she pouted, and walking up to him slowly, running her hands up his chest and locking them behind his neck. "You don't want to upset me, do you?" she asked, pressing her body full against his. I thought we were friends," she added, trying to hide a smile at the obvious physical response she was getting.


Lindsey wasn't hard on the eyes, though he didn't come close to Angelus in sex appeal. She'd known Lindsey was attracted to her from the moment she met him. So she had no qualms whatsoever in playing dirty to get what she wanted from Lindsey, and at the moment, what she wanted was the Orb of Thessula in her hands. She thought she knew exactly how to get that, too, as she felt Lindsey's hardness straining through the fabric of his pants. She smiled, and thrust her hips against his once. She wondered idly where Angelus was, and how much he'd kill Lindsey if he walked in on them. Oh well. Hopefully I can convince him of the usefulness of not killing Lindsey. At least until after we've got the Orb. "Now that we're understanding each other," she said to Lindsey, "surely there's SOME way to convince you of my point of view," she said, and before Lindsey knew what was happening, she'd turned him around and pushed him to sit on the couch.


Lindsey swallowed hard, and looked around nervously. While he didn't actually mind where this appeared to be going, he knew the vampire was somewhere around. He doubted Angelus would be thrilled seeing Darla and himself like this. He stifled a groan as Darla straddled him and ground her hips against his. He put his hands on her hips, holding her still, and said, "I do ...admire you Darla, the way you go after what you want so... persistently..." He tried to find his train of thought again as he felt her teeth nipping at his neck. "But I can't help you, if I do, they'll kill me."


Angelus had heard Darla's tinkling laughter from the lobby, and had been curious. He'd been quite unamused when he saw Darla coming on to Lindsey, straddling his lap and nibbling at his neck. He'd been about to go over to them and end whatever game it was that Darla was playing, when he saw her hand go into her purse. Out came a dagger, the blade of which she quickly pressed to Lindsey's throat. He smiled and leaned back against the wall, deciding to let Darla have her fun for the moment.


He'd made the mistake of his eyes, enjoying the feel of her lips, tongue and teeth on his skin too much to be cautious around Darla. He opened them again suddenly as he felt the sharp blade of a knife pressed to his throat. "What?" Lindsey squeaked in surprise. Stupid, stupid, stupid he berated himself. I should have known she had no intention of ****ing me. Not when she's got her precious Angelus around here somewhere. He met her cold eyes, and knew she was not playing games anymore.


"Listen to me, Lindsey, and pay close attention," she said with deceptive sweetness. "I think you need to understand that Wolfram and Hart are not who you should be most afraid of. You obviously haven't done enough reading up on who exactly you're dealing with. So let me explain. I'm Darla, oldest childe of The Master, who was once the most powerful vampire in all the world. I've killed more people than you could ever dream of, and I don't regret a single one of them. You are NOTHING, but an obstacle standing in the way of my getting what I want. I could cut your throat easily, and not lose a single minute of sleep about it tonight. "


She pressed the blade harder against the skin, drawing a trickle of blood, imagining she could smell his fear. "Am I making myself clear?" she asked, looking at him questioningly.


"Yes," Lindsey gritted out, furious with himself that he'd allowed this woman to get the better of him. At the same time, though, he was entranced by the pure evil evident in her.


"Good," she replied, easing up the pressure of the blade, and Lindsey sighed in relief. "I won't kill you NOW," she said with a resigned shrug. "Let's make a little deal, Lindsey. I want the Orb, and you have it. Bring it to me, and I will make sure that no one harms you. I'm sure that Angelus will be very grateful, as well. If you do not bring me the Orb, though, and bring it quickly, I will hunt you down and find you," she promised darkly. "And this dagger is just a little hint of the things I can and will do to you before you beg for death."


"All this for him?" Lindsey wondered. "I don't understand, Darla. He's a soulless demon, would he do the same for you?"


"You don't understand because you don't know what it is to search for hundreds of years until you find the one to spend eternity with, Lindsey. Angelus was ... IS... my childe, my lover, my mate. I realize the significance of these words is lost on a mere human, you have nothing in your small sphere of existence to help you understand them fully. The bond between Angelus and I is stronger than anything you and another human woman could ever attain. I love him more than anything else on this earth, and I will do anything necessary to keep him free of the damn curse. If that means killing you and everyone else in Wolfram and Hart, don't think I won't do it," she finished with a growl.


Lindsey saw it in her eyes, and believed she was strong enough to do just that. "I believe you," he said.


"Good," she said with a small smile. "So does that mean you will do what I ask?"


He considered for a moment before answering, "I think taking my chances with Wolfram and Hart wanting me dead are better than with you wanting me dead."
She laughed in delight and backed off his lap, gesturing to the door. "Go on then. Don't keep me waiting."


He nodded quickly, and it was then that he noticed Angelus. The vampire nodded to the door, with a toothy grin. Lindsey felt his heart skip a beat and got to his feet in a hurry, rushing out the door before Angelus could change his mind.
Angelus chuckled, and clapped. "Brava, Lover," he said, walking over to her. "You haven't lost your touch, Darlin'. I'm impressed, the boy didn't have a chance.


Darla started, in surprise, hearing him behind her. She tried to remember if she'd said anything about her feelings for Angelus. She'd been caught up in the moment, besides the fact she'd forgotten that Angelus was so nearby. She remembered then, and wished she could crawl into a hole and die. But maybe there was a chance he hadn't heard. "How much did you hear?" she asked as she felt his arms slip around her waist.


Angelus smiled, not answering though. He'd heard everything, of course, and knew what she was hoping he didn't know. She loved him, the fact didn't bother him as much as he'd have thought it would. He'd always known it anyway. It was obvious, as she'd treated him more like a mate than a childe.


He caught the scent of her arousal, it hung heavy in the air, and chuckled again. "You enjoyed that little game, didn't you, Darla?" he asked. He slipped a hand down under her waistband, sliding it under the fabric of her panties, and found he was right, she was already wet. He nuzzled her neck, "You still get off on violence, don't you?" he said as he slipped a finger easily inside her. With his other hand, he pulled her body flush against his, letting her feel his erection pressing against her through their clothing.


She whimpered, and rubbed her ass against his groin, eliciting a growl from him. "Please," she said, and moaned as he pressed a second finger inside her, and began thrusting them slowly into her. She thrust her hips against his fingers, while at the same time rubbing against his groin, creating just enough friction to give him pleasure.


He pulled his fingers out of her body then, suddenly, and she whimpered, "Angelus," turning to see him grinning at her. "Didn't answer my question," he said with a smug look on his face.


She sighed in irritation and said, "Yes, I enjoyed putting that boy in his place. He thought - they thought - they could own you, Angelus." She frowned, "I couldn't have him thinking that now, could I?"


"It was more to it than that, wasn't it?" Angelus asked. "You got very turned on," he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body against his. "I smelled it the moment I walked in the room."


She shrugged, and replied, "I remembered how it used to feel, having power over life and death. I miss that." While she was speaking, she began unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it out of the waistband of his pants, pushing it off his shoulders. She took his hand, and pulled him back to the couch, with a gentle shove pushing him to sit.


She looked up as a boy walked in with a plastic bag. "Dinner's served," Angelus explained with a grin.


Should I continue?
 
Part 15
7 pm

Darla watched Angelus as he drained the delivery boy quickly, then dropped the body on the floor and looked over at her. She'd started in on her Sesame Chicken, she had noticed that food had improved some in the past few centuries. Not enough for her to be thrilled about still being human, though. Hopefully Lindsey would get his ass back here, and Angelus would be VERY grateful to her for securing the only thing likely to cut his fun short. And she had a way he could repay her of course: he could turn her.


"I should have had Lindsey dispose of Wesley's body for me," Angelus said, kicking the body aside. "I now remember why I don't like eating in. I like leaving bodies OUTSIDE to torment the law enforcement idiots, not in my own home." He looked behind him, the sun was finally almost set. "At least darkness finally descends on the city," he added. "I can get rid of the bodies, and then take Cordelia on her first hunt."


"Take...." Darla trailed off and stared at him, open-mouthed. "You turned her already?" she asked, feeling a pang of jealousy. That stupid girl would be hunting with her Darling Boy tonight, and it should have been HER!


"I did," he replied with a shrug. "Because The Witch will be calling very soon, and I need Cordelia on our side, to keep the Slayer and her Slayer-Wannabes out of our hair as long as possible."


Darla just nodded, swallowing the bitter reply that was ready. It wasn't as if she was in any position to argue with him, after all. "My - our - food delivery was interrupted, just as you were about to answer my question," She said, choosing to change the subject.


"I was? What question was that?" Angelus asked, a twinkle in his eye.


"How much did you hear of my ... persuasion ... of Lindsey?" she asked, hesitantly.


"Enough," he replied with a grin. He walked over to sit next to her and nibble at her neck with his blunt teeth, while his hand slipped up under her tank top to squeeze and knead a breast.


"Um...." she tried to remember what she'd been saying earlier, but it was difficult. He was being so damn distracting. Oh yeah. Her persuasion of Lindsey. "Angelus."


"Hm?" he mumbled, looking up at her questioningly. Why is she still talking, trying to distract me from a much more interesting past-time.
"Angelus?"


They both looked up at the stairs, where Cordelia was standing about halfway down, a grin on her face. "I'm hungry," she said with a pout. She'd found some suitable clothing to wear, before joining them, a very short red leather skirt, and a tube top of matching fabric and color. Darla growled at the sight of her. If that bitch thinks she's going anywhere alone with my mate, looking like that, she's got another thing coming!


Angelus laughed at Darla's jealous growl. "Now, now, Lover. Cordelia's family now. Let's try to get along." Darla simply scowled at him in reply. "Good. Glad that's settled," Angelus added with an infuriating grin.


"Ready to go hunting, then, Cordelia?" Angelus said, standing and turning to face his newest childe. He knew why Darla was jealous, Cordelia made an incredibly sexy vampire. He feared, though, that she would be incredibly difficult to control. She'd been quite the bitch in high school before she reformed and started helping his souled side. He realized that Queen Cordy was back now, in a more dangerous way than before. She had no soul or conscience to hold back any selfish, demanding impulses. And he'd made the brilliant decision to sire her, so any future grief on his part was all his own damn fault.


While he was contemplating these things, Cordelia had made her way down the stairs, and said, "Oh, yeah. I can't wait for a little killing," with a grin.


"All right; let's go," Angelus said. He turned to Darla, standing now, with every intention of arguing her way into going along with them. "No," he cut her off firmly. He put his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, and added, "It's too dangerous. She needs my full attention on her first hunt."


Darla frowned and looked away. She was angry with herself for being jealous; but also angry with him for treating her as not being important.


Angelus sighed. "Darla, if you came along with us, I'd be too distracted. Worried about protecting you." He put his hand under her chin forcing her to meet his eyes. "You taught me to protect my family. I can't do that if my attentions are divided between the two of you."


Darla frowned, but this time because he was making sense. As a human, she couldn't protect herself, and would only cause him to be in unnecessary danger. "Fine. Just come home soon?" she asked.


"Of course I will," Angelus replied with a smile. "When I've got you to come home to--" He kissed her passionately, then added "--why would I stay out all night?" He released her then and walked to the door with Cordelia at his side.


"Angelus!"


"Yeah, Lover?" he turned back at the door to look at her.


"Just... be careful," she said softly. She couldn't stand the thought of losing him again.


"Don't worry, Darla," he replied with a smile. "I'll be back before you can miss me." And with that, Cordelia and Angelus were off on the hunt, leaving Darla alone in the hotel.
 
Part 16
8 pm


"Rule number one," Angelus said to his new childe. "ALWAYS obey me without question. I may need you to make the Scoobies less irritating; but if you prove too much of a pain in my ass, I'll stake you and figure out another way to deal with them."


"Fine, I get it," Cordelia said with a sigh. "I knew all about the stupid Sire/Childe thing when I was human. You made me, I respect you, I obey you, blah blah blah. Whatever. Can I feed now?"


Angelus sighed, trying to keep the smile off his face at her insolence. What is it with my insane urge to create these monsters? First Penn: I miscalculated with him. He was pure evil as a human, turning him into a vampire unleashed a deeper evil I couldn't even attempt to control. Then Drusilla: I broke her, all right. Turned her into a psychotic vampire, not realizing until later what a horrible mistake that was. She has never been unable to understand the finer points of the necessity of subtlety; and has caused more problems sometimes than her gift as a seer is worth to me. Then William.... Angelus smiled at the memory of his favorite childe. Yes, he is a stubborn, rebellious brat, a thorn in my side. Almost impossible to control. But I still put up with him, for knowing that deep down William adored me made the headache that was him worth it.


So now there is Cordelia...


"HELLO!" Cordelia waved her hand in front of his face. "Stop brooding, you've most definitely been souled too long if that's rubbing off on you. I'm HUNGRY, SIRE!"


Angelus clamped a hand over her mouth and sighed in irritation. "Rule number two," he said. "Subtlety is crucial to being able to live above ground among our prey. Anyone who discovers what we are dies, no exceptions. I've been chased into the sewers far too many times due to my childer disobeying this rule. I advise you not to join them in this disobedience; you don't want to learn my skills at discipline."


He was surprised as he caught no scent of fear. She wasn't afraid of him? He cocked his eyebrow at her; this was an interesting development. One to deal wth later, though. Right now all he wanted was to get her fed and get them back home. He and Darla had started something earlier that evening and he desperately wanted to finish it.


"Come. I'm sure we can find a pair of lovers stupid enough to be in the park after sundown," he said to Cordelia as he led her across the street.


10 pm


Darla was growing impatient. Angelus had been gone for two hours, long enough for her to explor the entire hotel. She was back downstairs, pacing the lobby, when Lindsey stumbled in, breathing laboriously. She noted the fact that he was bleeding from the chest, and he gasped, "Help ... me."


She sighed and walked over to him; and as she did, he took out the item he'd been hiding inside his suit jacket: The Orb of Thessula.
 
Part 17
10 pm


"Lindsey," Darla stared at him a moment in shock. "You got the Orb for me!" She took the orb from his hands, and laid it on a table next to her. She then turned back to him, noting he was in very bad shape. The blood was soaking his shirt and jacket. He hadn't said a word since his initial gasp for help, just staring at her pleadingly.


"Let's get this jacket off you, and see what we can do to patch you up," she said then, reaching for him.


"No," he said then, pushing her hands away. "They don't miss. I'm dead," he winced as the pain made speaking too difficult. He had to say this, though, she'd promised to protect him if he helped. "Please... I don't want to die."


Darla caught him as he lost his balance, and eased him to the floor. She let him lean against her and thought about what he'd said. She knew what he wanted without asking him to explain. I did promise to protect him if he helped me, but I never imagined he'd want this. To be one of us? Even if Angelus agrees....


Lindsey cried out, obviously the pain was becoming harder to bear; and Darla sighed. She always had felt an odd fondness for him since the firm brought her back. He had never seemed to want to control her, unlike the others. He had always treated her with respect and they'd understood each other's motivations in bringing Angelus back. They'd become partners, in a way. "Are you sure?" she asked.


"Positive," Lindsey met her eyes, hoping she'd see he was completely certain about this. He wasn't ready to die, he was too young. She was the only one who could help him and he prayed she would.


"All right," she nodded, brushing the hair back from his face. "I can't promise you anything, Lindsey. This is Angelus' decision, ultimately. But I'll--"


"DARLA!" Angelus was at her side instantly and she jumped with surprise. She hadn't heard the two vampires walk in. She saw the outright fear in his eyes, as his eyes roamed her body, obviously looking for the source of the blood.


"Darling, I'm fine," she said reassuringly, putting her hand to his face gently. "The blood's not mine, Angelus. Lindsey's been shot. It happened when he got us this," she picked up the orb, handing it to him.


Angelus was stared from her face to the orb, then back again. He couldn't move. He couldn't believe that was what she'd wanted so badly from Lindsey. If he could have moved, he would have pulled her into his arms with the overwhelming relief he felt. When he'd walked in and seen her and Lindsey, both covered in blood.... He was still breathing heavily from the horror he'd felt at that moment. If she'd been hurt again while he was gone, he'd never have been able to forgive himself.


"Angelus," she said, pulling him out of his reverie.


He nodded, getting himself back under control. He took the orb and looked up at Cordelia, who was standing watching them with mild interest. "Put this in the safe, 'Delia," he said.


She shrugged, but took it and walked into the office, following his orders.


Lindsey moaned, and Darla looked down at him for a moment. He wasn't going to last longer than a few more minutes, she could tell. She looked over at Angelus who was also watching Lindsey, though somewhat impassively.


She moved to lean Lindsey up against the back of a chair and he looked at her disappointedly. She was going to let him die. As if reading his thoughts, she smiled and shook her head at him. "I gave you my word," she reminded him.


Turning back to Angelus, she took him by the hand as they both stood. "I need to talk to you in private for a moment," she said softly. He nodded and they walked into the hallway. "Angelus, can I ask you a favor?" she asked.


"Darla, after what you've done for me... for us, you can ask me anything," Angelus said with a smile, pulling her into his arms then.


"Good," she replied, with a sigh of relief. He wasn't going to like this, but he'd already pretty much agreed to it, so.... "I want you to turn Lindsey." She knew he'd be angry that she'd trapped him into agreeing before knowing what he was agreeing to.


And that was not what he'd expected her to say. He growled, "Why?" Why would she have asked for that? Is it possible that her relationship with Lindsey was more than I first assumed?


"No," she said. She realized, as he tensed in her arms, that he was assuming the wrong motivations for her request. "Since I turned you, Angelus, it's only been you." She felt him relax and looked up at him then. She was relieved that he didn't appear to be angry with her. "I told him I would protect him, Angelus. He wants it, he asked me for this."


Angelus sighed, but nodded. "All right, I'll do it."


She smiled and ground her hips against his, reaching up to pull his head down for a passionate, hungry kiss. When she broke away, he growled in disappointment. "You do this for me, Lover; I'll be VERY grateful."


"How grateful?" Angelus asked curiously, as he bent to nip at her neck.


She laughed, a low, sensuous sound that made him harder than he'd been when he left her. "You'll just have to find that out for yourself, now, won't you?" she teased, then pulled out of his grasp and ran upstairs.


Angelus watched her until she was out of sight, then walked over to where Lindsey was still sitting. He knelt in front of the other man, regarding him silently. Lindsey looked back at him unflinchingly and Angelus was impressed. Nice cover, though he could smell the fear on him. "You want this?" Angelus asked.


"Yes," Lindsey said.


"Very well, then. But I'm only doing this for Darla," Angelus said as he slipped into gameface. "If it was up to me, I'd simply rip your throat out and drink you dry. Yours would just be one more body to add to the growing pile. He chuckled as he caught scent of a fresh wave of fear. It was intoxicating. "As long as you keep fearing me, Lindsey, we'll get along wonderfully," he said, as he bent down and sank his fangs into Lindsey's neck.
 
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