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Fearful Symmetry Chapter 2
"Stop that," Darla giggled as Spike tried to pull her into another kiss. She turned her head, and he contented himself with nibbling the skin just below her ear.
"I'm never going to figure out which key gets us inside, if you keep that up," she insisted. Spike didn't relent; instead she could feel his fingertips sliding inside the top of her dress.
Darla pushed him roughly away and he nearly lost his footing as he was forced down the three steps that led up to the apartment building door. She quickly tried another one of the dead man's keys in the lock, but it wasn't the right one either.
Before she could give the next one a try, Spike's arms were around her waist and he was pulling her back against his body and grinding his erection into her ass.
"You're a cheeky little fledge, aren't you?" he growled playfully in her ear.
She pressed her body back against him, seemingly giving in to his advances.
"I guess you'll just have to discipline me," she said innocently.
Then she elbowed him in the stomach and shoved him roughly back. This time he did lose his balance and ended up sitting on the sidewalk a few feet behind her.
"Once we get inside," she finished firmly.
Darla turned back to the door. Just as she got the correct key in the lock she felt him.
"Look out!" she warned Spike, but she was too late and she could hear the sound of a fist hitting a nose behind her.
As she looked back over her shoulder, she could see the large black figure bending over Spike and the bloody fist raised to hit him again.
"Angel, stop it!" Darla ordered as she grabbed his upraised arm.
For a second they struggled against each other, but before either of them could gain the advantage, Spike made his move. Darla's interference allowed him to punch Angel in the face. Darla let go of Angel's arm as he stumbled back from the force of Spike's blow.
Spike scrambled to his feet, and the two men squared off, both of them snarling as they bared their fangs.
Darla moved between them, raising her hands to separate them before they could start hitting each other again.
"You killed her," Angel growled.
"Me? You're the one who left her to die," Spike replied incredulously.
"Now, now boys," Darla said looking from one to the other. "There will be no fighting," she paused and smiled. "At least not unless you take your shirts off first."
For just a second she actually though Angel was going to remove his shirt, but he was actually reaching into his coat to pull out a stake.
"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely. "I didn't want to have to do this again."
Spike was moving behind her and he grabbed her arm to pull her behind him, but she shrugged him off. She turned to face Angel and stepped right up to him.
"You're not going to kill me," she said as she tossed her hair behind her shoulders. "I've been in your dreams, remember?" Her hand ran up his arm and her fingers curled around the stake, gently pulling it from his grasp. "I know how much you regretted killing me. You won't do it again."
"Try me," Angel said as he grabbed her throat, choking off her laughter.
That was obviously the last straw for Spike. He ripped Darla out of Angel's grasp and just like that, he and Angel were at each other's throats.
"I should thank you," Spike said between blows, "for sending Darla my way. She really is a hell of a fuck."
Angel forced Spike to the ground and slammed his head against the pavement.
"I could have saved her," he spat at Spike.
Spike managed to roll Angel, so that he was now on top.
"I did save her, you ponce," Spike said as he began to hit Angel.
Darla found the savagery of the fight beautiful. But it was also counterproductive. She moved in and grabbed the shoulder of Spike's duster, and threw him off of Angel. As Angel started to rise, Darla backhanded him. She forced him back down with her foot on his chest and knelt down over him.
"You don't have to save me, Angel. I'm the one who's going to save you." She reached down to wipe some of the blood off of his face with her thumb. "I'm not giving up on you this time."
She stood up and turned back towards Spike. He started towards Angel again, but she put her hand on his chest and brought his head down to kiss her.
"Leave him," she whispered.
"Darla-" Spike started to protest, but she silenced him by placing the thumb covered in Angel's blood to his lips.
"We have better things to do," she told him.
Spike's mouth closed over her thumb as he sucked the blood off of it. "Can't say no to a lady," he said to Angel as he put his arm around Darla's waist.
Angel growled one last time, but he made no move to stop them as they went inside.
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Spike felt like his entire body was shaking with anger, but if she noticed, Darla didn't say a thing. He waited until they'd made it into the apartment to speak. As the door closed behind them, he swung her around and against the wall.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
She looked down at his hands on her arms and said, "You're hurting me." Then she smiled. "So I must be doing something right."
"This isn't a game. We don't need him; we don't need Angel."
It wasn't what he meant to say, and he surely hadn't meant for his voice to break like that.
He was an idiot and he knew it. He'd told Darla that if he turned her, he wasn't going to let her run off, and she'd said that was fine.
He should have known better. He should have realized she was just using him to keep her bed warm until she could chase down Angel. Not for the first time, he wondered why every woman he cared about had been through Angel's hands first.
"I don't want Angel," she told him. "He's no good to us. But Angelus?"
Spike growled as he heard the clear sound of adoration in her voice.
She stroked his cheek. "I told you, we get rid of that nasty soul of his, and Wolfram & Hart will take out that chip of yours. I'm sure of it. Besides, don't you miss him?"
"Angelus? Yeah, I miss him. But you can't bring him back." She tried to interrupt but he wouldn't let her. "I was there, in Sunnydale when he lost his soul, and what came back wasn't Angelus. Not really."
He let her go and began to pace. Thinking about Angelus and Sunnydale made him feel trapped, like he was still in that damned chair.
"Look, I can't explain it but he was. . . different. Maybe when the soul left him it took everything human with it."
"And that's bad?" Darla asked. "That sounds like my boy."
"It was bad, and it wasn't him. Look, he tried to destroy the world, suck it into hell. There was nothing left in him that cared about anything, so he was going to destroy it all."
"That's absurd," Darla argued. "Angelus wouldn't destroy the world. He loved it. He always thought the Master was foolish for wanting to bring back the Old Ones."
"Yeah, well, guess he must have changed his mind."
He turned and began to rummage through the dead man's bar and lucked into some Gentleman Jack.
It hurt Spike a little to tell her this, but it hurt worse to think she wouldn't believe him. He remembered that feeling of hope when he and Dru had first thought Angelus was back, and the slow gnawing despair when he realized the vampire he'd idolized as a fledgling was gone for good. And finally the horrible choice when he was driven to turn against his grand-sire.
Darla took the bottle from him and poured a couple shots worth into a glass, before taking a large sip.
She looked at him, her green eyes filled with far more emotion than he was used to associating with Darla.
"It doesn't matter," she said at last. "We can't leave him like that, the soul twisting and burrowing into him. You don't know what it's like." She downed the rest of her drink. "Besides," she smiled, even though her eyes were still filled with pain, "we're not just helping him. We're helping you too, putting you back the way you're supposed to be."
"And I'm sure I'm your first priority," he said sarcastically.
"You're my Sire," she said seductively before ripping open the front of his t-shirt. She bit the junction of his neck and shoulder with blunt human teeth. Then she laughed. "And you're too smart for this. I could screw your brains out, but it wouldn't make you believe I care."
He supposed he should be grateful that Darla gave him credit for knowing how manipulative she could be. In fact he was pretty sure she was playing him now, somehow. He just couldn't quite work through it with her body pressed so close and her hands running down his chest. But considering what he got for not thinking too much, he wasn't too worried.
"You never know," he said pulling her towards what he hoped was the bedroom. "I could be dumb enough to fall for that. Won't know unless we try."
"Or," she said with her eyes full of mischief, "you could show me all the reasons why I need you."
"All of them?" he asked, smiling. "Not enough hours in the night for that."
Much to his disappointment, she pulled away from him. "You're right."
"Doesn't mean we shouldn't give it a go," he protested as he tried to grab her wrist and pull her back. He didn't know how he'd lost Darla's attention but he wanted it back.
"No, Angel knows about us and where we are. He may have backed off tonight, but that won't last long. We need to be ready when he comes back. Come on," she said heading back towards the door. "It's time to pay a visit to Wolfram & Hart."
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How are you?
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And I'm doing good. Busy with the holidays and all. How have you been? And where's the next chapter of Society Dogs :)
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And SD is coming up soon. I was finishing Undeniable and that I loved him more so I can concentrate on SD and World Made New for a few months. I really should write instead of reading, huh?
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And I guess I can forgive you for reading since you're reading me.
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I read that you're sick and hope your better soon.
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It may be a little time on the next chapter. I'm working my betas kind of hard since I seem to be on a bit of a writing spree. But probably not more than a week.
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Ah, there's the rub. She's not really a fledge, he's not really her sire, and yet...
This is playing out in a wonderful way. I suspect that having an intelligent and bossy blonde will be just the ticket for Spike, after all the kinks are worked out, so to speak.
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