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I got a call this morning at 4. My dad's in the hospital . He had a small heart attack. I hate the thought of my dad not being well. He's the only parent I have left. I can't fall apart I have to take care of the shop this morning.
Also because I don't know how much time I'll be able to spend on the computer London 1774
Nude and surrounded by the pristine white bed linens Angelus really did look like a fallen angel. “I want to see somewhere new and exciting.” he said as Darla dipped her finger into the bowl warm blood and painted hearts and flowers on his chest. “If I can let you play these dainty games with me why is it you can’t take me to see America?”
“First of all America isn’t new to me and it is far from exciting. Any paltry rebellion they could manage would be over before we could get half way there. Lastly sweet-boy, you should know me well enough by now to know how my dainty games end.”
“And how would that be?” Angelus asked. Darla put on her true face and slid down gracefully. There was a healthy dose of fear mixed into his arousal but he didn’t move. She had made him after all, he thought. Would she unmake him so soon?
She bit him on the inside of thigh then looked up gleefully licking her lips she finally answered his earlier question “I win.”
***
“Close your eyes and hold out you hands,” Angelus commanded of her later that night. “I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, you darling boy you got me a gift.” Darla said closing her eyes as ordered.
“And to prove I’m not a complete clod, they match you lovely blue eyes.”
“How sweet of you,” She said as she opened her eyes to see a doll like babe in a blue gown. The girl’s blue eyes were wide and neck at an un-natural angle but her heart was still beating. Darla finished her gift quickly then primly wiped her blood stained lips. “but it doesn’t match my eyes now.” Darla pouted her eyes flashing yellow and this was pampered and well fed.” She pointed out the dead child “If you keep this up we’ll have to leave.”
“This will match those eyes darling, whatever pretty face you wear.” Angelus held out a sapphire and gold pendant. “As for havin to leave you don’t think I’ve given up on seein’ America do you? Now we need to leave shows my Da was dead wrong to say I wasn’t clever.”
“Well, he is dead at least, I believe he was right to call you willful and self-indulgent child though. “She said with a wicked grin.
“And are you going to change that?” Angelus said with a growl.
“Not one bit we’re well matched. I knew it from the first moment I saw you.”
***
Darla began looking for Spike and Dru, aware of everything around her but still deep in thought. A little girl passed by riding on her father’s shoulders and she smiles at the memory triggered. Of course it took a few more gifts before she agreed to go back to America. Darla could be bought but not cheaply.
They started at the top. Managing to attend the best parties New York had to offer. They hunted discreetly at first. Darla making a game of playing spy for both sides simply to cause mayhem.
She can remember picking through the rubble of Harlem Heights and the marshy battlefields of New Jersey gorging on survivors. She bumped into a freckle-faced young man who reminded her of a deserter they had come upon once. Angelus had laughed and said something about pudding.
The real fun began when they came upon small town. She was never clear on where exactly it was but by the time they were done it was gone. Wars are so convenient it was blamed on Indians and Loyalist when it was discovered. Darla considers finding a handsome Native American to turn. It would only be fair even Angel might approve, they were so unfairly blamed for so many massacres after all, and it should never be said that she can’t keep up with the changing fashions.
Also because I don't know how much time I'll be able to spend on the computer London 1774
Nude and surrounded by the pristine white bed linens Angelus really did look like a fallen angel. “I want to see somewhere new and exciting.” he said as Darla dipped her finger into the bowl warm blood and painted hearts and flowers on his chest. “If I can let you play these dainty games with me why is it you can’t take me to see America?”
“First of all America isn’t new to me and it is far from exciting. Any paltry rebellion they could manage would be over before we could get half way there. Lastly sweet-boy, you should know me well enough by now to know how my dainty games end.”
“And how would that be?” Angelus asked. Darla put on her true face and slid down gracefully. There was a healthy dose of fear mixed into his arousal but he didn’t move. She had made him after all, he thought. Would she unmake him so soon?
She bit him on the inside of thigh then looked up gleefully licking her lips she finally answered his earlier question “I win.”
***
“Close your eyes and hold out you hands,” Angelus commanded of her later that night. “I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, you darling boy you got me a gift.” Darla said closing her eyes as ordered.
“And to prove I’m not a complete clod, they match you lovely blue eyes.”
“How sweet of you,” She said as she opened her eyes to see a doll like babe in a blue gown. The girl’s blue eyes were wide and neck at an un-natural angle but her heart was still beating. Darla finished her gift quickly then primly wiped her blood stained lips. “but it doesn’t match my eyes now.” Darla pouted her eyes flashing yellow and this was pampered and well fed.” She pointed out the dead child “If you keep this up we’ll have to leave.”
“This will match those eyes darling, whatever pretty face you wear.” Angelus held out a sapphire and gold pendant. “As for havin to leave you don’t think I’ve given up on seein’ America do you? Now we need to leave shows my Da was dead wrong to say I wasn’t clever.”
“Well, he is dead at least, I believe he was right to call you willful and self-indulgent child though. “She said with a wicked grin.
“And are you going to change that?” Angelus said with a growl.
“Not one bit we’re well matched. I knew it from the first moment I saw you.”
***
Darla began looking for Spike and Dru, aware of everything around her but still deep in thought. A little girl passed by riding on her father’s shoulders and she smiles at the memory triggered. Of course it took a few more gifts before she agreed to go back to America. Darla could be bought but not cheaply.
They started at the top. Managing to attend the best parties New York had to offer. They hunted discreetly at first. Darla making a game of playing spy for both sides simply to cause mayhem.
She can remember picking through the rubble of Harlem Heights and the marshy battlefields of New Jersey gorging on survivors. She bumped into a freckle-faced young man who reminded her of a deserter they had come upon once. Angelus had laughed and said something about pudding.
The real fun began when they came upon small town. She was never clear on where exactly it was but by the time they were done it was gone. Wars are so convenient it was blamed on Indians and Loyalist when it was discovered. Darla considers finding a handsome Native American to turn. It would only be fair even Angel might approve, they were so unfairly blamed for so many massacres after all, and it should never be said that she can’t keep up with the changing fashions.
