I would watch him sleep from where I sat on the corner of the bed. Watched my boy twist and turn, muttering the name of all his past victims. Nightmares usually plagued his sleep before the trick the lawyers had taught me kicked in. Then there wouldn't be the nightmares at all, then we had our nightly dates. Slow dancing with his arms wrapped around me. I knew those dreams ate at him, knew they began to wear him down, just like Lindsey and Holland Manners wanted. They were beautiful little snippets, the dreams but the nightmares were what stuck to me as I walked out of the Hyperion Hotel and into the cool Los Angeles night air. How strange that he could remember every single victim with such detail. I had always had trouble keeping track, but not Angelus. Not my boy. At least not until he had the soul cursed into him.
I had spent alot of time thinking about my boy, since Wolfram and Hart returned me....as human. Spent alot of time thinking about our past together, centuries of torment and misery. It makes me want to eat his heart, to swallow what remained of the muscle and the veins and the blood, centuries old and new. I wanted to hurt him, to consume and reclaim him. I wanted to make him scream with the agony of a broken heart. I wanted it all back. Deep in my belly and blossoming from my chest, the want was so strong.
The limo would pull up casually outside of the hotel and I would get in, as if nothing unusual had just taken place at all. Humans did enjoy pretending, I remembered that much. My boy liked to pretend too, I couldn't wait to break him of that habit. More wanting, it never went away.
These were the things that I thought about as I wiled away long hours in Lindsey's office at Wolfram and Hart. I thought about Angelus, and I thought about the sun streaming through the window. It was strange how some old habits were hard to break. Everytime I would walk into a patch of sunlight I would become irrationally terrified that my skin would catch on flame. That I would die again, this time by the sun's garish rays instead of by what I had created. It was impossible of course, Holland Manners had made sure of that. Made sure that I would be brought in a way that was easy to control me. Human. Always so desperate to serve their masters. I might be human for a time, but I didn't enjoy being a pawn in a game that lawyers had created. I had been a vampire for four hundred years, never once did I compromise or play anyone else's game. Well, unless you counted my darling boy.
I could still feel the sharp wood as it was plunged into my chest. The one last moment of regret before I turned to ash. And why? Because my boy, my Angelus, my childe harbored sick fantasies of being in love with a cheerleader. It was disgusting.
So for a time I would play along. I would help Holland Manners and Lindsey in their vendetta, their crusade against Angel. But I had wicked games of my own that I liked to play, and if they thought that I would be human for long they were wrong. You didn't become the best by getting used. But we had one thing in common, we both wanted Angel's destruction. I created him, and I could destroy him just as easily. Perhaps I'd enjoy myself by tormenting him a bit first, driving him slowly insane before I shoved a stake right through his heart.
"Darla, how are you feeling today?" A jovial voice said from the doorway, and I turned away from the window to look at Lindsey and Holland as they emerged through Lindsey's office doorway.
I smiled wickedly at Holland before answering his question. "I'm feeling a bit bored honestly, Holland. I was hoping you'd tell me you have something for me to do."
"That's good to hear." Holland smiled and patted Lindsey on the shoulder. "We have a job for you tonight. Lindsey here will fill you in on the details."
"Of course." I could see Holland fidgeting under the weight of my gaze, and it only made me smile a bit wider. These idiotic lawyers, they thought they could control the world with contracts and signatures. They had no idea what true evil was. Listening to children cry as you sliced apart their mothers right in front of them. Their own screams as you sank your fangs into their flesh. That was true wickedness, and they would never know.
"Let me guess." I said, stepping closer to Lindsey as Holland made his hasty retreat back into the hallway. "It has something to do with Angel."
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Everyone at the hotel was asleep, as they usually were at that hour of night. However, Angel himself was nowhere to be found. Lindsey had dutifully informed me that Angel was out for the night working on a case. Working to help the hopeless. It wasn't important though, because tonight we wouldn't have one of our 'dates'. Tonight I had another job to do, something to distract Angel even further.
I padded quietly throught the lobby towards the kitchen in the back. It had been simple enough to move through the hotel in the past, but I'd never done so while Angelus was out for the night. Lindsey assured me that he would be gone all evening and what I had to do would only take but a few minutes anyway. Opening the door to the refrigerator I could see several cannisters labeled clearly with masking tape. Angel's name scrawled across them with black permanant marker. Reaching for them, I closed my hand around the cool steel and opened the top. Setting the cannister down on the table, I reached in my pocket for the trinket Lindsey had given me. Holding the knife tightly in my hand, I clenched my teeth as I made a small jagged line down the palm of my hand with the blade. The blood ran from my hand into the cannister of blood that was already there. Lindsey had assured me that it would still be the same, I was still Darla. It wasn't enough that he would know exactly what was mixed with his foul pig's blood, but it would distract him. Distracting Angel made him sloppy, and it was the sort of slow torture that Angelus himself would have been proud of. .
Setting the cannister back inside the refrigerator, I closed my fist into a palm so that none of the blood would leak to the floor as I walked to the front door.
I hadn't been paying attention and a small gasp escaped my lips as I bumped right into a hulking figure in the doorway. Looking up slowly I met a pair of eyes more familiar then my very own. My dear boy. This however wasn't planned and not what I expected to happen. Perhaps it wasn't completely unsalvageable though.
There was shock in his eyes and I knew I had taken him off guard, so I easily slipped past him and ran as fast as my slow human legs would carry me back to the limo. Ripping open the backdoor, I fell into the seat next to Lindsey.
"He saw me." I said to him with a worried look.
"Drive now." Lindsey commanded, and before I knew it my back was pressed against the leather seat as the limo's tires squeeled and we pulled out into traffic.