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9. Darla [Angel]
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Can’t a woman wreak a little havoc without a man being involved?
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London - 1880
A heavy snow had blanketed the city and William found himself navigating the cold streets. He’d gone out hunting with Angelus, but as Spike so often did, he deviated from the lesson and soon found himself in a pub. Several drinks, poker hands, and dead bodies later, William stumbled out in search of his sire, wondering in his semi-drunken state just what the punishment would be this time.
The cold made it difficult to catch the scent of the vampire in question, but as he turned down a street, he caught sight of the bright red droplets among the snow. The scent of the blood became clear and he moved along, following the path of footprints toward a lovely, warm and inviting looking townhouse.
The front door was only slightly ajar, and William hesitated at the threshold. He reached out a hand, finding the barrier that marked the need for an invitation gone. And that meant only one thing: the residents were dead. Grinning, he pushed open the door and entered the warmth of the home.
Rubbing his hands together as he stepped through the foyer, William scented the air. There was definitely spilled blood here, as well as his sire. So Angelus had found his own fun without him. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved by the prospect that the vampire may have been too distracted to care about the absence of his childe, or disappointed that he hadn’t the chance to join in.
Cautiously, footfalls silent as he could manage, William entered the drawing room. A fire was burning merrily in the chimney, the scent of pine from a small, young Christmas tree mingled with the smell of blood. He cast his gaze around, focusing on the tiniest of the victims—a child, no older than perhaps ten—her eyes wide and glassy, throat ripped out. A woman’s body was draped across a couch. Her husband on the floor, blood pooling around his head.
Angelus glanced up, taking a small sip of the brandy from the glass he held. Blood stained the corners of his mouth, a small amount spilled on the front of his shirt. He gave a forced chuckle, his mouth drawn into a tight lipped smile.
"You missed the celebration," he commented, taking a moment to look William over. His dark eyes glanced toward the dead family, before turning to the tree. "They were kind enough to invite me inside to help with the decorations."
"How lovely," William answered, but he didn’t move from the door. His gaze remained fixed on Angelus and how calm the vampire appeared, lounging in the chair surrounded by corpses and drinking the brandy, with the fire from the fireplace casting a warm, happy glow about the room.
When William didn’t move, Angelus gave a laugh and leaned back, downing the last of his drink. The glass crashed to the floor behind him, shattering. “No need to sound so glum, boy. It’s Christmas, after all.”
William gave him a look, not particularly in the mood for the vampire’s taunts. “I was not aware we celebrated it. We are damned, after all.”
A boisterous laugh echoed around the room as Angelus pulled himself out of his seat. “The damned do as they damned please.”
The younger vampire made no comment as Angelus approached him. He stared at his sire, fighting the smirk that threatened to break apart his aloof facade.
"We’re celebrating," Angelus went on. "But not the birth of the Lord and Savior. We’re celebrating us.”
There came a small whimpering sound and William turned his head toward the noise. Angelus gave a glance toward a closed door. A smirk played on his lips. “And what’s a celebration without a gift?” The vampire moved toward the door and wrenched it open. The child gave a small shriek as fingers tangled in her hair, dragging her from the confines of the closet.
The facade broke and a grin spread over William’s face at the sight of the terrified child. “You really shouldn’t have.”
Angelus laughed, shoving the girl toward him. “Merry Christmas.”
Buffy the vampire slayer.
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