L.A. - 2001
Darla stood at the window, the drapes drawn back so she could see the street below. She watched the cars and the lights as they traveled the wet streets, no expression on her face.
That was how Angel found her when he returned to the room, carrying two mugs of pig’s blood. He placed them both on the table next to the bed, stepping up behind her.
His arms went around her, placing his chin on her shoulder as he looked out the window with her in silence.
For a long moment, no words were spoken until Darla sighed. “How do you do it?” she questioned him once again. He’d answered her before, but this time, Angel didn’t respond.
Darla spoke again when no reply came. “I can’t bear it, this soul.” Once more, these were words she’d already spoken to him before. It wasn’t easy. It never was.
She turned in his arms to face him, a pleading look in her eyes. “Answer me,” she demanded. “Tell me what I’m supposed to do!”
But what could he tell her that he hadn’t already told her before?
"Together," he said, rubbing her arms. "We do this together."
"I can’t," she said, her head resting against his chest. His arms went around her, holding the other vampire tightly in his embrace. "I can’t."
"Yes you can," he told her, his voice soothing and quiet as he began to rub circles on her back. "You can. We can. We can do this together."
And once more, Darla fell silent and Angel held her.
It was going to be a long road.