Fearful Symmetry Chapter 7
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Darla thought that she should probably punish Spike for his behavior at the opera, but right now kissing him in the back of their limo seemed like a much better idea. Besides, not only was Spike nearly impossible to discipline, but she was rather fond of that look he got when he was about to misbehave and didn't care who knew it.
Spike broke off kissing her to lean forward for the bottle of champagne. He had obviously taken advantage of the expense account Wolfram & Hart had set up for them when he planned this evening.
She smiled as she watched him pour the champagne. People who said money couldn't buy you happiness were wrong; you just had to be willing to spend it freely. On the other hand, the same people were right when they said it was the thought that counts. She cared far more about the fact that Spike had endured something he hated because she loved it than any of the fancier trappings of the night.
He handed her the flute and held up his own as if he was about to make a toast. She couldn't quite read the expression that passed over his face as he searched for what he wanted to say.
Finally Spike settled on, "To us?"
Darla smiled back. "To my Sire," she replied as they chinked their glasses together.
She watched with amusement as Spike puffed up a bit at that. He loved the title. She supposed he thought he could own her with it, and there was nothing wrong with that. Just because a man thought he possessed you didn't make it so. Although being possessed by Spike wasn't such a bad thought.
That was why she needed to get him fixed back up.
That train of thought brought her mind to Angel, and that was when she realized he hadn't followed them from the theatre.
Spike saw the look of concern on her face.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Angel, he's not. . . He's going somewhere else."
"Good," Spike said gruffly. "Can't interfere with the rest of our plans for the night then, can he?"
She looked at Spike with annoyance. Angel hadn't interfered with them once since that first night in LA. The fact that he'd given up his stalking was important. It had only been a week, and Darla knew that was nothing to her boy, not when he had some new obsession. If he wasn't following them, there was a reason and she needed to know what it was.
"You have to go find him," she told Spike.
"What! Why?"
"Because we need to know what he's up to," she explained impatiently. "And why he's lost interest. I'd follow him, but you're better at that than I am. And besides, he's sure to notice me; he might overlook your presence." Spike didn't look convinced. Darla placed one hand on his chest and gazed into his eyes with her best damsel in distress look. "Please?"
"Oh, all right," he sighed in frustration. It was clear he didn't want to go, but that was okay with Darla as long as he did.
They quickly worked out the details. They were close to the club that Spike had planned for them to go to, so Darla would wait there while Spike tracked down Angel. Once Spike knew what was going on, he would call her on the small portable phones that Wolfram & Hart had given them. Darla was a bit intimidated by them, but Spike assured her that all she had to do was press the green button when it rang, and press the red button to hang up. That she could handle.
It wasn't until she was sitting on her own in the club that the two problems with her plan became clear. The first was the fact that she was putting Spike in danger. The chip wouldn't stop him from being able to hurt Angel if the two men got into a fight, but Darla couldn't help but remember that Angel was the older and therefore the stronger of the two. What if he made good on Angelus' warning and did in fact kill Spike? What would she do then?
She hated trying to imagine what she would do if something happened to Spike. But then she didn't have much of a chance to dwell on it. The other problem with her plan was that as she sat alone at the club, one man after another kept approaching her.
It wasn't the constant stream of bad pick up lines that bothered her; it was the way that every man who came near her was practically begging to be bitten. Not killing was proving harder than Darla could have imagined. She didn't know how Spike had managed to stay sane, or how even with a soul Angel resisted all those warm beating hearts.
Of course it wouldn't necessarily destroy her plans if she killed just one person. A single body she could easily hide from Angel. It was Spike she was worried about. What would he think if she killed without him? Not killing was her choice, but Spike had lost the ability to make that choice. How would he feel if the first time they weren't together she went off and had herself a bit of fun he couldn't share in?
On the other hand one quick kill would warm her up nicely, and her blood would taste much sweeter. It wasn't as if he wouldn't benefit from her kill. He would understand, wouldn't he?
"You look beautiful. That's an amazing dress," another delicious looking stranger said to her. "It would look even better on my floor."
Instead of rolling her eyes, Darla smiled at the young man. "You think? My car's out back," she told him.
They were halfway to the back door of the club when a rather horrible tune started playing from Darla's purse. For a moment she was confused until she realized it was her phone.
"Can't it wait?" the man asked her.
"You may not realize it, but this is your lucky day," she grumbled as she stopped walking and fished the phone out. "Hello?" she said hopefully as she pushed the button Spike had shown her.
"You know, kitten," Spike's voice said. "It's a bloody miracle that the world is here. I mean they'll let anyone try and destroy it these days."
"What are you talking about? Have you found Angel?" Darla asked.
The man she'd been about to leave with looked at her impatiently and motioned for her to hang up the phone, or at least continue moving. She flashed him a bit of fang and growled. He stumbled backwards and nearly fell over in his impatience to get away from her.
"What was that kitten?" Spike asked.
"Sorry, just getting rid of some jerk who was trying to talk me up."
"Did you tell him you were taken?" Spike asked. She could hear the concern in his voice, and she wondered how he could possibly be jealous of someone who was nothing more than a meal to her.
"Of course," she assured him. "But you know men, didn't want to take 'no' for an answer. Never mind him, what's going on?"
"Wanker," Spike said before returning to the topic Darla was interested in. "No worries about Angel, luv. He hasn't lost interest, he just decided to go off and play hero again for a bit. Not a bad thing either. Some geek from UCLA is about to destroy the world."
"What do you mean? What's going on?" Darla asked, concerned. The last thing she needed was an apocalypse mucking up her plans.
"Like I said, some egghead found out his girlfriend was about to dump him after one last tumble. Guess he's invented this machine that freezes time or some such. He's going to try and freeze the two of them before she can break up with him. Which would be all well and good, but some demon cult has been tampering with his fancy do-dad and they are going to use it to stop the whole world."
"Where exactly are you?" Darla asked.
As Spike gave her more and more of the details of the situation, Darla began to smile. This was perfect, exactly the opportunity she had been waiting for, even if she hadn't known it until now.
"All right, Spike. Listen carefully. This is what I need for you to do. . ."
Darla thought that she should probably punish Spike for his behavior at the opera, but right now kissing him in the back of their limo seemed like a much better idea. Besides, not only was Spike nearly impossible to discipline, but she was rather fond of that look he got when he was about to misbehave and didn't care who knew it.
Spike broke off kissing her to lean forward for the bottle of champagne. He had obviously taken advantage of the expense account Wolfram & Hart had set up for them when he planned this evening.
She smiled as she watched him pour the champagne. People who said money couldn't buy you happiness were wrong; you just had to be willing to spend it freely. On the other hand, the same people were right when they said it was the thought that counts. She cared far more about the fact that Spike had endured something he hated because she loved it than any of the fancier trappings of the night.
He handed her the flute and held up his own as if he was about to make a toast. She couldn't quite read the expression that passed over his face as he searched for what he wanted to say.
Finally Spike settled on, "To us?"
Darla smiled back. "To my Sire," she replied as they chinked their glasses together.
She watched with amusement as Spike puffed up a bit at that. He loved the title. She supposed he thought he could own her with it, and there was nothing wrong with that. Just because a man thought he possessed you didn't make it so. Although being possessed by Spike wasn't such a bad thought.
That was why she needed to get him fixed back up.
That train of thought brought her mind to Angel, and that was when she realized he hadn't followed them from the theatre.
Spike saw the look of concern on her face.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Angel, he's not. . . He's going somewhere else."
"Good," Spike said gruffly. "Can't interfere with the rest of our plans for the night then, can he?"
She looked at Spike with annoyance. Angel hadn't interfered with them once since that first night in LA. The fact that he'd given up his stalking was important. It had only been a week, and Darla knew that was nothing to her boy, not when he had some new obsession. If he wasn't following them, there was a reason and she needed to know what it was.
"You have to go find him," she told Spike.
"What! Why?"
"Because we need to know what he's up to," she explained impatiently. "And why he's lost interest. I'd follow him, but you're better at that than I am. And besides, he's sure to notice me; he might overlook your presence." Spike didn't look convinced. Darla placed one hand on his chest and gazed into his eyes with her best damsel in distress look. "Please?"
"Oh, all right," he sighed in frustration. It was clear he didn't want to go, but that was okay with Darla as long as he did.
They quickly worked out the details. They were close to the club that Spike had planned for them to go to, so Darla would wait there while Spike tracked down Angel. Once Spike knew what was going on, he would call her on the small portable phones that Wolfram & Hart had given them. Darla was a bit intimidated by them, but Spike assured her that all she had to do was press the green button when it rang, and press the red button to hang up. That she could handle.
It wasn't until she was sitting on her own in the club that the two problems with her plan became clear. The first was the fact that she was putting Spike in danger. The chip wouldn't stop him from being able to hurt Angel if the two men got into a fight, but Darla couldn't help but remember that Angel was the older and therefore the stronger of the two. What if he made good on Angelus' warning and did in fact kill Spike? What would she do then?
She hated trying to imagine what she would do if something happened to Spike. But then she didn't have much of a chance to dwell on it. The other problem with her plan was that as she sat alone at the club, one man after another kept approaching her.
It wasn't the constant stream of bad pick up lines that bothered her; it was the way that every man who came near her was practically begging to be bitten. Not killing was proving harder than Darla could have imagined. She didn't know how Spike had managed to stay sane, or how even with a soul Angel resisted all those warm beating hearts.
Of course it wouldn't necessarily destroy her plans if she killed just one person. A single body she could easily hide from Angel. It was Spike she was worried about. What would he think if she killed without him? Not killing was her choice, but Spike had lost the ability to make that choice. How would he feel if the first time they weren't together she went off and had herself a bit of fun he couldn't share in?
On the other hand one quick kill would warm her up nicely, and her blood would taste much sweeter. It wasn't as if he wouldn't benefit from her kill. He would understand, wouldn't he?
"You look beautiful. That's an amazing dress," another delicious looking stranger said to her. "It would look even better on my floor."
Instead of rolling her eyes, Darla smiled at the young man. "You think? My car's out back," she told him.
They were halfway to the back door of the club when a rather horrible tune started playing from Darla's purse. For a moment she was confused until she realized it was her phone.
"Can't it wait?" the man asked her.
"You may not realize it, but this is your lucky day," she grumbled as she stopped walking and fished the phone out. "Hello?" she said hopefully as she pushed the button Spike had shown her.
"You know, kitten," Spike's voice said. "It's a bloody miracle that the world is here. I mean they'll let anyone try and destroy it these days."
"What are you talking about? Have you found Angel?" Darla asked.
The man she'd been about to leave with looked at her impatiently and motioned for her to hang up the phone, or at least continue moving. She flashed him a bit of fang and growled. He stumbled backwards and nearly fell over in his impatience to get away from her.
"What was that kitten?" Spike asked.
"Sorry, just getting rid of some jerk who was trying to talk me up."
"Did you tell him you were taken?" Spike asked. She could hear the concern in his voice, and she wondered how he could possibly be jealous of someone who was nothing more than a meal to her.
"Of course," she assured him. "But you know men, didn't want to take 'no' for an answer. Never mind him, what's going on?"
"Wanker," Spike said before returning to the topic Darla was interested in. "No worries about Angel, luv. He hasn't lost interest, he just decided to go off and play hero again for a bit. Not a bad thing either. Some geek from UCLA is about to destroy the world."
"What do you mean? What's going on?" Darla asked, concerned. The last thing she needed was an apocalypse mucking up her plans.
"Like I said, some egghead found out his girlfriend was about to dump him after one last tumble. Guess he's invented this machine that freezes time or some such. He's going to try and freeze the two of them before she can break up with him. Which would be all well and good, but some demon cult has been tampering with his fancy do-dad and they are going to use it to stop the whole world."
"Where exactly are you?" Darla asked.
As Spike gave her more and more of the details of the situation, Darla began to smile. This was perfect, exactly the opportunity she had been waiting for, even if she hadn't known it until now.
"All right, Spike. Listen carefully. This is what I need for you to do. . ."
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