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Fearful Symmetry Chapter 5
Here it is, what I'm guessing is my last chapter for the year. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 5:
Spike had been pacing back and forth in the small apartment for what seemed like hours as he waited for Darla to return. How had he let her convince him to let her go in the first place? It was a bad, bad idea for her to go near Angel alone. He'd already killed her once, and had been willing to let her die rather than turn her. No mater how you looked at it, Angel was not safe for Darla to be around.
Spike was just about to give up on waiting for her and go drag her back when he felt her returning to the apartment. Instead of rushing to make sure she was all right like he wanted to do, he sat down, turned on the TV and pretended that he had simply been watching it the whole time.
As the door opened he looked up, and felt like an idiot for not following his first instinct and rushing to her. Although there wasn't a mark on her, there was a tired, haunted look in her eyes. He had never seen Darla rattled before. She was always calm and collected, and whatever Angel had done to her must have been awful.
But then again Spike could smell the scent of sex clinging to her, so he had a pretty good idea of what Angel had done. As he wrapped his arms around Darla and pulled her close, he wondered what it was that Angel had that caused these women to chase after him when all he did was hurt them.
But maybe he was happier not knowing. It wasn't that he wasn't curious about what she'd found out, but he wasn't sure he could trust her, and he'd rather not give her the chance to lie to him. So he hid his anger, and let out the concern instead. Besides, if being with Dru had taught him anything, it was that women never listened when he pointed out what an asshole Angel was.
"It's all right, luv," he told her. "Whatever it is, it's all right."
She looked up at him as if she was about to speak, but he placed his thumb over her lips.
"It's early," he told her. "Sun's been up for a couple hours. Time for all evil fledglings to be tucked in bed." He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
The gesture brought a smile to her lips, which was what Spike was hoping for. Maybe once he'd had more time to prove to Darla how much better for her he was than Angel, maybe then he could keep her away from the bastard. He set her gently down on the bed, brushing her hair away from her face. Then he straightened up and pulled off his shirt.
When he looked at her again, her smile was fading. "Spike, I-"
He quickly sat down next to her, and cupped her face with his hands. "Just don't fancy sleeping in my jeans," he explained.
She nodded and stripped off her own clothes.
For a moment he was hurt that she assumed it was sex he was after. But then he realized in the last few days they'd been together all they'd done was fuck, and have Darla kill for him. There was no reason for her to think she was anything more to him than a bed warmer.
As he got into the bed next to her, and put his arm around her waist, he promised himself he'd change that. Tomorrow they'd go out and. . .
What did Darla like anyway? In the old days she'd always been wrapped up in passing as a contessa, or baroness or something of the sort. And there was no way Spike was going to a ballet or the opera. On the other hand maybe that was the perfect way to show her that he did care about her. And surely he could endure a couple hours of Wagner?
Or maybe not.
Darla shifted slightly and her hair fell away from her neck, revealing the far too familiar marks of Angel's bite. Spike growled, forgetting what he had been thinking about.
Darla placed her hand over his and squeezed it lightly.
"He was worried about you," she murmured. "He said we should go. That Angel was going to kill you."
For a moment Spike was confused. Then he remembered that Darla had told him she was going to try use Angel's dreams to get Angelus to speak with her. Still, he couldn't imagine Angelus being that worried about him. But he was too tired to argue with Darla over it.
"Yeah, well, just shows Angelus is as big a fool as ever," he told her. "It's Angel that needs protecting from me, at least if he hurts you again."
She didn't answer verbally, she simply murmured in contentment as she drifted off to sleep. He kissed her shoulder and thought of all the things he'd do to Angel if he hurt Darla again.
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Angel slowly came awake. He felt groggy, almost like he hadn't slept at all. As he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes, he reflected that he hadn't felt this tired since Darla had last visited his dreams.
The thought managed to at least awaken his senses as he realized that he could smell the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Now that he thought about it, he remembered dreaming of her.
They had been in Venice at Carnivale and she had begun to offer him a blow job, only to insist he take his mask off first. All he really remembered after that was taking the mask off, but unlike the other dreams where he had remembered almost every erotic detail, this one seemed to fade away at that point.
And yet he knew there must have been more. Now that he was looking for the signs, he could clear the tiredness enough from his head to realize that he and Darla had had sex. But why couldn't he remember?
Hoping to clear his head, and clean off Darla's scent, Angel took a shower. As the water washed away some of his sleepiness he couldn't help but realize that Darla was still coming to him for sex even though she now had Spike to play with. Evidently Spike just wasn't enough for her. But then why should he be surprised? It had always been that way with Dru.
And that's when he began to have an idea. Fighting Spike head on was a tricky matter in and of itself. Angel had to admit that Spike just might be a match for him, and if Darla was on Spike's side, there was little chance of Angel winning in a direct fight.
But what if he could split them up? So what if Spike was Darla's Sire? Angel had taken her away from the Master, and he was sure that he could take her away from Spike too.
And there was no way Spike could be as attached to Darla as he had been to Dru. It wouldn't take much for Spike's jealousy to get him to abandon Darla, at least Angel hoped that was the case.
Finally having a plan made Angel feel enormously better. Sure it was a little sketchy at the moment. But he knew both Darla and Spike very well. Well enough to drive a wedge between them.
Chapter 5:
Spike had been pacing back and forth in the small apartment for what seemed like hours as he waited for Darla to return. How had he let her convince him to let her go in the first place? It was a bad, bad idea for her to go near Angel alone. He'd already killed her once, and had been willing to let her die rather than turn her. No mater how you looked at it, Angel was not safe for Darla to be around.
Spike was just about to give up on waiting for her and go drag her back when he felt her returning to the apartment. Instead of rushing to make sure she was all right like he wanted to do, he sat down, turned on the TV and pretended that he had simply been watching it the whole time.
As the door opened he looked up, and felt like an idiot for not following his first instinct and rushing to her. Although there wasn't a mark on her, there was a tired, haunted look in her eyes. He had never seen Darla rattled before. She was always calm and collected, and whatever Angel had done to her must have been awful.
But then again Spike could smell the scent of sex clinging to her, so he had a pretty good idea of what Angel had done. As he wrapped his arms around Darla and pulled her close, he wondered what it was that Angel had that caused these women to chase after him when all he did was hurt them.
But maybe he was happier not knowing. It wasn't that he wasn't curious about what she'd found out, but he wasn't sure he could trust her, and he'd rather not give her the chance to lie to him. So he hid his anger, and let out the concern instead. Besides, if being with Dru had taught him anything, it was that women never listened when he pointed out what an asshole Angel was.
"It's all right, luv," he told her. "Whatever it is, it's all right."
She looked up at him as if she was about to speak, but he placed his thumb over her lips.
"It's early," he told her. "Sun's been up for a couple hours. Time for all evil fledglings to be tucked in bed." He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
The gesture brought a smile to her lips, which was what Spike was hoping for. Maybe once he'd had more time to prove to Darla how much better for her he was than Angel, maybe then he could keep her away from the bastard. He set her gently down on the bed, brushing her hair away from her face. Then he straightened up and pulled off his shirt.
When he looked at her again, her smile was fading. "Spike, I-"
He quickly sat down next to her, and cupped her face with his hands. "Just don't fancy sleeping in my jeans," he explained.
She nodded and stripped off her own clothes.
For a moment he was hurt that she assumed it was sex he was after. But then he realized in the last few days they'd been together all they'd done was fuck, and have Darla kill for him. There was no reason for her to think she was anything more to him than a bed warmer.
As he got into the bed next to her, and put his arm around her waist, he promised himself he'd change that. Tomorrow they'd go out and. . .
What did Darla like anyway? In the old days she'd always been wrapped up in passing as a contessa, or baroness or something of the sort. And there was no way Spike was going to a ballet or the opera. On the other hand maybe that was the perfect way to show her that he did care about her. And surely he could endure a couple hours of Wagner?
Or maybe not.
Darla shifted slightly and her hair fell away from her neck, revealing the far too familiar marks of Angel's bite. Spike growled, forgetting what he had been thinking about.
Darla placed her hand over his and squeezed it lightly.
"He was worried about you," she murmured. "He said we should go. That Angel was going to kill you."
For a moment Spike was confused. Then he remembered that Darla had told him she was going to try use Angel's dreams to get Angelus to speak with her. Still, he couldn't imagine Angelus being that worried about him. But he was too tired to argue with Darla over it.
"Yeah, well, just shows Angelus is as big a fool as ever," he told her. "It's Angel that needs protecting from me, at least if he hurts you again."
She didn't answer verbally, she simply murmured in contentment as she drifted off to sleep. He kissed her shoulder and thought of all the things he'd do to Angel if he hurt Darla again.
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Angel slowly came awake. He felt groggy, almost like he hadn't slept at all. As he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes, he reflected that he hadn't felt this tired since Darla had last visited his dreams.
The thought managed to at least awaken his senses as he realized that he could smell the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Now that he thought about it, he remembered dreaming of her.
They had been in Venice at Carnivale and she had begun to offer him a blow job, only to insist he take his mask off first. All he really remembered after that was taking the mask off, but unlike the other dreams where he had remembered almost every erotic detail, this one seemed to fade away at that point.
And yet he knew there must have been more. Now that he was looking for the signs, he could clear the tiredness enough from his head to realize that he and Darla had had sex. But why couldn't he remember?
Hoping to clear his head, and clean off Darla's scent, Angel took a shower. As the water washed away some of his sleepiness he couldn't help but realize that Darla was still coming to him for sex even though she now had Spike to play with. Evidently Spike just wasn't enough for her. But then why should he be surprised? It had always been that way with Dru.
And that's when he began to have an idea. Fighting Spike head on was a tricky matter in and of itself. Angel had to admit that Spike just might be a match for him, and if Darla was on Spike's side, there was little chance of Angel winning in a direct fight.
But what if he could split them up? So what if Spike was Darla's Sire? Angel had taken her away from the Master, and he was sure that he could take her away from Spike too.
And there was no way Spike could be as attached to Darla as he had been to Dru. It wouldn't take much for Spike's jealousy to get him to abandon Darla, at least Angel hoped that was the case.
Finally having a plan made Angel feel enormously better. Sure it was a little sketchy at the moment. But he knew both Darla and Spike very well. Well enough to drive a wedge between them.