I didn't need to hear the door open to know that Angel had returned. A hundred and fifty years with a person, eventually you just know when they're around. A sixth sense that develops for someone you love. Not that I was ever capable of loving Angelus, I suppose that I just knew him. The sixth sense is just there, even after you die a couple of ( Read more... )

It’s almost like a dream come true, waking up from the nightmare that was mortality. I open my eyes and I’m back where I was when it all began, tucked into a bed in a room with a view. A view provided by Wolfram and Hart, but this time the shades are drawn. I fling the sheets away from my body (no heartbeat, no breath, no hot, no cold) and climb ( Read more... )

The wonder of it all doesn't escape me. I'm surrounded by bodies of the - well, not innocent, far from innocent - and I'm struck by the power. After three hundred and fifty years as a vampire, I must have taken it for granted. I glance up at my dark-haired grandchild/sire. Blood is on her lips which I'm positive much match my own; I can't look into ( Read more... )

A warm and sunny day, sitting on the steps in front of a house that I don't recognize. Lindsey is standing near me, dressed in a pair of loose fitting jeans and nothing else. I watch as he sprays down an old truck with water from a battered hose, then washes it. I laugh as water ricochets off of the truck and onto me, and I stand up to go help him ( Read more... )

Even when Lindsey was here, even though I could explore the expanse that is Angel’s apartment at my leisure, time moved so slowly. It was as though each moment took an eternity to pass, words spoken through liquid. Annoying ( Read more... )

Wolfram and Hart. It looked different than it had during the old days; cleaner and newer than I remembered. An entirely new building for the Angel regime. It disgusted me. I remembered a time in what seemed like all-too-recent history when Angel had told me the “truth” about Lindsey. How Lindsey had traded his integrity for an office on the ( Read more... )

Every time I kiss Lindsey, a little bit of myself comes back. Each one is an exchange, every intimate touch returns a little bit of Darla to its source. Lindsey doesn’t know. He isn’t awake yet - I’m not sure that I’d tell him if he was, even if he asked me. Because what I’m getting back isn’t the Darla that he knew ( Read more... )

Yesterday was the first time I'd been alone in Lindsey's apartment. There was some sort of family thing that he had to attend to. I was surprised to learn that he had family in California at all; his accent is from somewhere in the midwest and you can't force people out of those middle states. Everything with them is about their homegrown wheat and ( Read more... )

When Lindsey brought me to this apartment, we stood between two bedrooms and he asked me which one I preferred. I chose the one that faced the east. I didn't think much of it until the next morning, when I was awakened by the touch of sunlight on my face. I got up and went to the window, fully intending to close the blinds to restore dimness to the ( Read more... )

Morning comes and the curtains close. He never forgets, never allows himself to forget, because he loves me. He loves me the way that Angel never did, because Angel was a soulless demon. A soulless demon like I was - like I am. Perhaps he and I were never meant to be in love. I swear it’s Drusilla’s turn next, watch her try and go after my lawyer. ( Read more... )