Fearful Symmetry: Chapter 1
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good__evil, the first chapter of my Darla/Spike/Angel story Fearful Symmetry. I also got the next chapter of Possession to my betas this morning so I should have that soon as well.
Title: Fearful Symmetry
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Darla/Spike/Angel
Summary: Sequal to Sinews of the Heart. Darla and Spike head to L.A. in the hopes that if they manage to corrupt Angel, Wolfram & Hart will remove Spike's chip.
Chapter 1:
"I'm not sure where my car is from here," the young businessman said, as he helped the pretty drunk blond out the back door of the club.
For a moment he felt bad and wondered if taking her back to his apartment was really the thing to do. On the other hand, she wasn't that drunk, and she was really, really hot.
"Don't worry about it," Darla said. "I have my own ride," she told him as her fangs descended.
She ignored that man's startled yell as she easily forced him against the wall and bit into his throat.
A moment later she felt a cool hand on her back and a form that was becoming increasingly familiar pressed against her. She didn't need to look to know who it was; she could feel him deep in her bones. Sire. Spike.
A second later she felt his fangs in her throat as he shared in her kill the only way he could. As he drank from her, his hands caressed her back.
His presence and the power of the kill made her wet with desire. In their few encounters, Spike had proven to be a exceptional lover, and she could see no reason why they couldn't share one more lazy night of passion before they got down to business.
She released her victim, letting his corpse fall to the ground. She turned in Spike's arms as he released her neck, only to capture her mouth. His tongue forced its way in, eagerly seeking out the last of the hot blood in her mouth.
She captured his head with her hands before letting one trail down his neck, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. She traced the outlines of his chest through the cotton of his shirt, before her hand finally found the fly of his jeans and the hard bulge underneath.
Eagerly she brought him out, wrapping her hands around his length. He lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall. A moment later her legs were around his waist and he pushed inside of her.
She broke their kiss to let out a long moan. When she looked back at him, his eyes were focused on the bloody wound on her neck, and in their blue depths she could see the hunger and the pain.
She pulled his mouth to her neck, stroking the back of his head as he began to nurse the wound anew.
"Don't worry, baby," she gasped. "I promise you; soon you'll make this town bleed."
He moaned as he slowly rocked in and out of her. She continued to touch him in gentle comforting ways. He was now her sire, but he was also the youngest member of her family, and she was going to make the world pay for what it had done to him.
But, first things first. There were a lot of people Darla wanted to hurt, and as always Angel was first on her list.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Two nights earlier
Silk sheets rubbed against the sensitive head of his cock, as Angel began to move and wake. It was a perfectly normal morning erection, but as Angel's mind roused from sleep, it filled him with despair. It reminded him that Darla was missing and brought back all those days he had woken up, cock limp, just as tired as if he'd never gone to sleep.
Somehow he'd never wondered about the fact that he wasn't hard even though he'd woken from the most erotic of dreams, but in retrospect if he'd thought about it at all, he probably would have attributed it to the fact that he always came in those dreams.
It still made him mad, knowing that she'd been there with him and that he'd been asleep through the whole thing. Not that he didn't remember the vivid dreams she'd painted for him as she'd ridden his sleeping form, but it wasn't the same somehow.
Maybe it was because in his dreams he'd thought she was still a vampire. Somehow she'd still felt cold to him, even though the body that was with him was alive and warm. He couldn't stop thinking about that, imagining that–Darla, hot and human.
He'd fucked that woman in every way imaginable, and now that she was human he couldn't help but want to do it all over again. It was like having the most familiar and comforting thing made new again.
It was precisely because her presence was so comforting that she unnerved him so. The demon inside was so willing to fall in line, to do whatever she wanted, to do anything to please her. After all, they were the same; the demon in him a fragment of the demon that once resided in her.
He wanted nothing more than to wrap himself up in his sire again. And that was the danger. He'd meant it when he'd told her that she'd never made him happy. He'd tried to explain it to her, that the soul gave him something that Angelus had lacked. That Angelus could never be happy the way Angel had been with Buffy, because Angelus had no need, no desire for peace.
And the thought that terrified Angel the most was the fear that if he managed to get through to Darla–if he managed to save her–it would doom him. If Darla could be saved, it meant that he could be saved, and that might bring the moment of happiness that would end him.
He had nightmares about it. Saving Darla, only to become Angelus and kill and unmake her. He had no doubts as to what Angelus would do if he found his sire as a human. Even Angel found it seductive, the thought of siring his own sire; claiming her and making her his the way he was hers.
None of that mattered however if he couldn't find her. She was out there somewhere, alone, frightened, in agony from her soul.
He had to find her, so he quickly showered, his mind still filled with visions of her as he jerked off. When he was done, he dried off, got dressed and hurried down stairs to see if Wesley, Gunn, or Cordelia had discovered any clue as to Darla's location.
"Anything?" he asked as soon as he stepped into the Hyperion's lobby.
"And hello to you too," Cordelia replied sourly.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But if we don't find Darla soon. . . She wasn't happy when I refused to turn her. She might try to find another vampire to sire her."
"Look, I know we're in the business of saving people from vampires," Cordelia started. "But let's face it. If Darla did get vamped, it would make life a lot easier. We could deal with her then."
Before Angel could snap at Cordelia for being Cordelia, Wesley stepped in. "On the contrary. Darla as a vampire is anything but easy. Few vampires ever matched her cruelty."
"Except Angelus," Angel finished.
"Okay, I take it back," Cordelia said. "Let's find this girl, 'cause a small blond Angelus, not my idea of a good time."
"Yes, well, now all we need is a way to find her," Wesley said.
As they began to discuss possible methods of tracking down Darla, Angel found himself zoning out. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, he was. Nothing was more important to him than finding Darla. But Cordelia was wearing a low cut lacy blouse. Nothing out of the ordinary, Angel had seen her cleavage hundreds of times. It was almost always on display. But he'd never really noticed until Darla came back.
That's what she had done to him. She had woken him back up. Pulled him out of the safe slumber in which he'd locked away so many parts of himself. She'd made him feel again.
It wasn't an accident either. She knew him better than the people he worked with. She knew who he'd been, even before he was Angelus, and the truth was, he'd always been a lustful glutton. Neither Liam nor Angelus could get enough of anything, especially sex.
He tried not looking at Cordelia, but that only brought his attention towards Wesley. How long had it been since he'd fucked a man? A century at least, two if you counted the time he'd spent in hell.
Darla. He had to focus on Darla.
This wasn't getting them anywhere. He didn't have to look at the clock to know that the sun was setting. He could sense it as the demon came more fully awake. That was one of the advantages of working with humans. A part of the demon always slept during the day, it was just a tiny bit easier being Angel during the day than it was at night. Once the sun went down there was no denying what he was.
Then out of nowhere came a phantom sensation. It was as if a hand had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. He gasped, and stumbled back clutching his chest.
"Angel?" Cordelia asked as she and Wesley reached out to steady him.
Once the first shock had passed, Angel realized the feeling wasn't painful, just unexpected. In fact it was familiar, too familiar.
"No," he whispered bowing his head; he could feel the tears pooling in his eyes.
"What is it? Angel what's happened?" Wesley asked.
"Darla," Angel whispered. "She's dead."
"What? How do you know?" Cordelia asked.
"Because I can feel her," Angel said as he forced them to let go of him, and hurried out of the lobby back towards the relative safety of his room.
"What do you mean, you can feel her?" Cordelia called after him. She started to follow, but Wesley stopped her. "What does he mean he can feel her? How can you feel someone is dead?"
Even though Wesley spoke softly, Angel could still hear him. "He can feel her, because she's been turned. Becoming a vampire again must have somehow reconnected his bond to his sire."
Wesley was still talking, still explaining, but Angel wasn't listening anymore. He closed the door to his room behind him and fell to his knees, crying.
He'd failed her. He'd had the chance to save her, and he'd missed it. Now there was nothing left but to kill her again, and this time he wasn't sure if he was strong enough to do it.
good__evil, the first chapter of my Darla/Spike/Angel story Fearful Symmetry. I also got the next chapter of Possession to my betas this morning so I should have that soon as well.Title: Fearful Symmetry
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Darla/Spike/Angel
Summary: Sequal to Sinews of the Heart. Darla and Spike head to L.A. in the hopes that if they manage to corrupt Angel, Wolfram & Hart will remove Spike's chip.
Chapter 1:
"I'm not sure where my car is from here," the young businessman said, as he helped the pretty drunk blond out the back door of the club.
For a moment he felt bad and wondered if taking her back to his apartment was really the thing to do. On the other hand, she wasn't that drunk, and she was really, really hot.
"Don't worry about it," Darla said. "I have my own ride," she told him as her fangs descended.
She ignored that man's startled yell as she easily forced him against the wall and bit into his throat.
A moment later she felt a cool hand on her back and a form that was becoming increasingly familiar pressed against her. She didn't need to look to know who it was; she could feel him deep in her bones. Sire. Spike.
A second later she felt his fangs in her throat as he shared in her kill the only way he could. As he drank from her, his hands caressed her back.
His presence and the power of the kill made her wet with desire. In their few encounters, Spike had proven to be a exceptional lover, and she could see no reason why they couldn't share one more lazy night of passion before they got down to business.
She released her victim, letting his corpse fall to the ground. She turned in Spike's arms as he released her neck, only to capture her mouth. His tongue forced its way in, eagerly seeking out the last of the hot blood in her mouth.
She captured his head with her hands before letting one trail down his neck, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. She traced the outlines of his chest through the cotton of his shirt, before her hand finally found the fly of his jeans and the hard bulge underneath.
Eagerly she brought him out, wrapping her hands around his length. He lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall. A moment later her legs were around his waist and he pushed inside of her.
She broke their kiss to let out a long moan. When she looked back at him, his eyes were focused on the bloody wound on her neck, and in their blue depths she could see the hunger and the pain.
She pulled his mouth to her neck, stroking the back of his head as he began to nurse the wound anew.
"Don't worry, baby," she gasped. "I promise you; soon you'll make this town bleed."
He moaned as he slowly rocked in and out of her. She continued to touch him in gentle comforting ways. He was now her sire, but he was also the youngest member of her family, and she was going to make the world pay for what it had done to him.
But, first things first. There were a lot of people Darla wanted to hurt, and as always Angel was first on her list.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Two nights earlier
Silk sheets rubbed against the sensitive head of his cock, as Angel began to move and wake. It was a perfectly normal morning erection, but as Angel's mind roused from sleep, it filled him with despair. It reminded him that Darla was missing and brought back all those days he had woken up, cock limp, just as tired as if he'd never gone to sleep.
Somehow he'd never wondered about the fact that he wasn't hard even though he'd woken from the most erotic of dreams, but in retrospect if he'd thought about it at all, he probably would have attributed it to the fact that he always came in those dreams.
It still made him mad, knowing that she'd been there with him and that he'd been asleep through the whole thing. Not that he didn't remember the vivid dreams she'd painted for him as she'd ridden his sleeping form, but it wasn't the same somehow.
Maybe it was because in his dreams he'd thought she was still a vampire. Somehow she'd still felt cold to him, even though the body that was with him was alive and warm. He couldn't stop thinking about that, imagining that–Darla, hot and human.
He'd fucked that woman in every way imaginable, and now that she was human he couldn't help but want to do it all over again. It was like having the most familiar and comforting thing made new again.
It was precisely because her presence was so comforting that she unnerved him so. The demon inside was so willing to fall in line, to do whatever she wanted, to do anything to please her. After all, they were the same; the demon in him a fragment of the demon that once resided in her.
He wanted nothing more than to wrap himself up in his sire again. And that was the danger. He'd meant it when he'd told her that she'd never made him happy. He'd tried to explain it to her, that the soul gave him something that Angelus had lacked. That Angelus could never be happy the way Angel had been with Buffy, because Angelus had no need, no desire for peace.
And the thought that terrified Angel the most was the fear that if he managed to get through to Darla–if he managed to save her–it would doom him. If Darla could be saved, it meant that he could be saved, and that might bring the moment of happiness that would end him.
He had nightmares about it. Saving Darla, only to become Angelus and kill and unmake her. He had no doubts as to what Angelus would do if he found his sire as a human. Even Angel found it seductive, the thought of siring his own sire; claiming her and making her his the way he was hers.
None of that mattered however if he couldn't find her. She was out there somewhere, alone, frightened, in agony from her soul.
He had to find her, so he quickly showered, his mind still filled with visions of her as he jerked off. When he was done, he dried off, got dressed and hurried down stairs to see if Wesley, Gunn, or Cordelia had discovered any clue as to Darla's location.
"Anything?" he asked as soon as he stepped into the Hyperion's lobby.
"And hello to you too," Cordelia replied sourly.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But if we don't find Darla soon. . . She wasn't happy when I refused to turn her. She might try to find another vampire to sire her."
"Look, I know we're in the business of saving people from vampires," Cordelia started. "But let's face it. If Darla did get vamped, it would make life a lot easier. We could deal with her then."
Before Angel could snap at Cordelia for being Cordelia, Wesley stepped in. "On the contrary. Darla as a vampire is anything but easy. Few vampires ever matched her cruelty."
"Except Angelus," Angel finished.
"Okay, I take it back," Cordelia said. "Let's find this girl, 'cause a small blond Angelus, not my idea of a good time."
"Yes, well, now all we need is a way to find her," Wesley said.
As they began to discuss possible methods of tracking down Darla, Angel found himself zoning out. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, he was. Nothing was more important to him than finding Darla. But Cordelia was wearing a low cut lacy blouse. Nothing out of the ordinary, Angel had seen her cleavage hundreds of times. It was almost always on display. But he'd never really noticed until Darla came back.
That's what she had done to him. She had woken him back up. Pulled him out of the safe slumber in which he'd locked away so many parts of himself. She'd made him feel again.
It wasn't an accident either. She knew him better than the people he worked with. She knew who he'd been, even before he was Angelus, and the truth was, he'd always been a lustful glutton. Neither Liam nor Angelus could get enough of anything, especially sex.
He tried not looking at Cordelia, but that only brought his attention towards Wesley. How long had it been since he'd fucked a man? A century at least, two if you counted the time he'd spent in hell.
Darla. He had to focus on Darla.
This wasn't getting them anywhere. He didn't have to look at the clock to know that the sun was setting. He could sense it as the demon came more fully awake. That was one of the advantages of working with humans. A part of the demon always slept during the day, it was just a tiny bit easier being Angel during the day than it was at night. Once the sun went down there was no denying what he was.
Then out of nowhere came a phantom sensation. It was as if a hand had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. He gasped, and stumbled back clutching his chest.
"Angel?" Cordelia asked as she and Wesley reached out to steady him.
Once the first shock had passed, Angel realized the feeling wasn't painful, just unexpected. In fact it was familiar, too familiar.
"No," he whispered bowing his head; he could feel the tears pooling in his eyes.
"What is it? Angel what's happened?" Wesley asked.
"Darla," Angel whispered. "She's dead."
"What? How do you know?" Cordelia asked.
"Because I can feel her," Angel said as he forced them to let go of him, and hurried out of the lobby back towards the relative safety of his room.
"What do you mean, you can feel her?" Cordelia called after him. She started to follow, but Wesley stopped her. "What does he mean he can feel her? How can you feel someone is dead?"
Even though Wesley spoke softly, Angel could still hear him. "He can feel her, because she's been turned. Becoming a vampire again must have somehow reconnected his bond to his sire."
Wesley was still talking, still explaining, but Angel wasn't listening anymore. He closed the door to his room behind him and fell to his knees, crying.
He'd failed her. He'd had the chance to save her, and he'd missed it. Now there was nothing left but to kill her again, and this time he wasn't sure if he was strong enough to do it.
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Date: 2006-12-06 04:36 pm (UTC)I wonder if the bond Angel has with Darla exists because she was his sire or because she has been turned by a member of Angel's line.
And, thinking about it, I wonder also what Angel's reaction will be like when he finds out that Spike is now Darla's sire.
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Date: 2008-02-20 06:56 pm (UTC)*going to read next parts*
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Date: 2009-02-19 11:26 am (UTC)(and i love it!)
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