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It will be Darla in the American War for Independence eventually Angelus/Darla
New York 1976
“Your parents must have really loved you to name you Darling.” Mike said lamely instantly hoping that the blonde couldn’t tell he was blushing by the sound of his voice.
The fireworks briefly washed the boy’s pale face and white t-shirt in red light. Darla laughed, listening for the right moment, she stretched up - as if for a kiss and he obligingly bent to meet her. The next resounding crack swallowed his cry of pain and he was again bathed in red as blue light flashed over head.
Darla wasn’t nostalgic in the least. Everyone dressed up in red, white and blue shoving the passage of time in her face. She should have stayed in Venice. Still, it was somehow fitting that she was hunting here again, smelling gunpowder and blood. She remembers that the boys tasted better then desperate and afraid. She dropped the drained corpse behind a dumpster, licked her lips and walked away from her prey as casually a cat.
Maybe it was the company that made the meal sweeter. She would never have returned to the colonies that first time if it weren’t for her dear boy. It had been Angelus’ idea of a honeymoon.
TBC
More by Monday I promise.
New York 1976
“Your parents must have really loved you to name you Darling.” Mike said lamely instantly hoping that the blonde couldn’t tell he was blushing by the sound of his voice.
The fireworks briefly washed the boy’s pale face and white t-shirt in red light. Darla laughed, listening for the right moment, she stretched up - as if for a kiss and he obligingly bent to meet her. The next resounding crack swallowed his cry of pain and he was again bathed in red as blue light flashed over head.
Darla wasn’t nostalgic in the least. Everyone dressed up in red, white and blue shoving the passage of time in her face. She should have stayed in Venice. Still, it was somehow fitting that she was hunting here again, smelling gunpowder and blood. She remembers that the boys tasted better then desperate and afraid. She dropped the drained corpse behind a dumpster, licked her lips and walked away from her prey as casually a cat.
Maybe it was the company that made the meal sweeter. She would never have returned to the colonies that first time if it weren’t for her dear boy. It had been Angelus’ idea of a honeymoon.
TBC
More by Monday I promise.
