Together (with myself) in the darkness

[broodlust]

You get it. You understand exactly what Faith is feeling, because you're feeling it too. Something is very wrong, but at the same time it feels so right. Your body and your demon are right home with it, your brain and soul are not. Something is seriously messing with the both of you, and you have to figure out what. Soon. Before you kill each other

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[__visiongal]

"Oh, look, Daddy's home!" I tell Darla brightly, watching as Angel makes an ass of himself, jumping over that couch. He looks like hell - like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards - and my first thought is that I should patch him up.

Well, fuck that. There will be no patching up. I don't care if demons killed his ass three times over, there will be no sympathy giving from Cordelia Chase.

"You're late, Angel," I draw out his name in a sing song voice and whoever told me I couldn't act? Full of shit. Because, despite the fact that I'm drunk and all achey from the vision, I actually sound semi-nice. My eyes, though, tell a different story. "You're late and Darla came all this way to share her news."

He looks at me and I'm so mad I want to punch him. I want to hit him and hurt him just the way he's hurt me. "She's pregnant, Angel. To you. Isn't that wonderful Mr. I Didn't Have Sex With Darla? You're gonna be a Daddy."

[broodlust]

You just sit there dumb struck. You see Cordelia's mouth moving, you hear the sound coming out of it, but you don't understand. What is she saying? And why is she sitting calmly beside Darla (well, not so calm, but it's clearly you who's the problem and not the raging bloodthirsty vampire sitting next to her). Is she on crack? And why is Darla just sitting there with that slightly amused (and really annoying) smile on her lips? And why, oh WHY is she pregnant?

Your mouth opens and closes, unable to get something intelligable out. Well, at least Faith's not here. Yet.

[__visiongal]

He doesn't say anything and out of the whole list of things he could have done? That's worse. He doesn't offer an explanation or an apology or anything and-- He lied to me.

"Well?" I fold my arms across my chest, sitting calmly next to the vampire he impregnated with his demon spawn and-- I'm not sure why I feel so angry towards him or so sympathetic towards Darla. Maybe it's because, hello, once impregnated with demon spawn and just left behind to cope and deal and--

"Aren't you going to say anything?" My voice sounds dangerously low, even to me. I don't think anything he could say would be the right answer right now. He slept with Darla, left her pregnant - and worst of all? He ied to me.

Maybe if I hadn't consumed too much alcohol I'd be able to focus on the fact that woah, vampire pregnancy! but... As it is? I'm just hurt. And I really don't care if he can see that right now.

"C'mon, Angel! Let's talk about it! I mean you gotta take some responsibility for this, right? You did knock her up. And how was that by

[amidarla]

I could barely contain my laughter at Cordelia's outburst. Angel looked like he didn't know what was happening, but then again - he hadn't had several months to digest it.

"You told me vampires couldn't have babies, remember?"

That wasn't his fault. There were so many things that were, but no one could really yell at him for this. Then again, everybody knew that abstinence was the best way of prevention, vampire or not.

"Don't be upset about that, dear," I said slowly, my tone serious. "Vampires can't actually have children, everybody knows that. Which brings me to why I'm here." I turned and grabbed Angel by the shoulders.

"What the hell is inside of me?"

[supsupevilhand]

The book hits me in the shoulder and I glare at Angel. Leave it to him to be a child while I'm trying to help deliver a baby. "Ouch, can you just concentrate on calming Darla down. She has to breathe."

I helped my mama deliver my youngest sister when I was a kid and Daddy was at work and unable to get her to a hospital. If I could just remember what our neighbor did to help bring the baby into the world.

"Darla, you have to breathe and I need you to push." I try and keep my voice calm. The look Darla shoots me lets me know she would snap my neck if she could reach me. "I'll help you through this, Darlin'." I peer between her legs as she pushes. "I can see the head. Human top of the head for those of you expecting demon spawn."

[__visiongal]

I watched as Faith left, something itching inside me to follow, to really make good on my promise of hurting her if she hurt one of mine.

She had hurt Angel. The problem was it looked like he'd enjoyed it.

"Well, look at that," I say, turning back to Angel, my eyes narrowing, "Looks like Faith doesn't like the idea of you impregnating people either... Wonder why." He glared at me, his eyes flashing golden, and I was just daring him to fly across the lobby right now, do something, anything...

But Lindsey was saying something about a head. A human head. A baby head. And Darla was still screaming. "Hey, I said nothing about demon spawn. I said hell-spawn, there's a difference."

And oh my God her screaming is hurting my head. Focus, Cordy, focus. Little person coming out of Darla, vision-- Ah, fuck. I find another reason to glare at Angel because that girl, the one in my vision? Dead. Because of him

[supsupevilhand]

Darla growls low and pushes hard and suddenly I'm cradling the baby's shoulders. "That's it, Darlin', almost there. Break Angel's hands if you have too, just one more push."

She obliges and by the sound of crackling in the air, it sounds like she may have broken some bones while pushing one last time. The baby is in my hands and I'm trying to clean him up and check to make sure he has all his fingers and toes at the same time, making sure he is breathing.

His cry is loud and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. Darla is weak and still clutching on to Angel's hand when I move slowly to kneel next to her, showing her the baby. Our baby, because there is no overhanging forehead and this boy is mine. I can feel it.

"Way to go, Mama."

[broodlust]

So you guess you won't have any fingers at all intact when this is over. Or like, the ability to say use your hand and stuff like that.

Then there's screaming, and it's not Darla. It's a shrill baby voice sounding through the lobby, and it's so amazing that you even let the comment about breaking your hand slip.

"Wow."

It's pretty much all you can manage. Darla, your sire has given birth to a live baby boy.

"Wow."

Then it hits you.

"I have a baby brother. Does that make you my stepdad Lindsey?"