Fearful Symmetry: Chapter 9
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iceminkI've been writing a lot today, so now I'm in one of those moods where I simply have to post something. So here's the next chapter of Fearful Symmetry.
A/N: Since I haven't been too regular in updating, I thought I'd mentioned that the events in this chapter are loosely based around the episode "Happy Anniversary".
Chapter 9:
Spike's fingers tapped out a tune on the car door. He was a bundle of nervous energy. First there had been the fight, which had been a blast. Being with Darla was great, but every now and then a bloke needed a good spat of violence.
But the thing that really had Spike wound up inside was that strange little moment of flirting with Angel. That comment about messing around hadn't been intentional, it had just slipped out as he was trying to get the Poof wound up. It was supposed to make Angel angry not horny, and it left Spike incredibly confused.
He thought he'd had Angelus all figured out. Understood what had happened between them back in Sunnydale, or rather what hadn't happened. It had been there in some of the very first words Angelus had ever spoken to Spike, when he'd said that it might be interesting to share the slaughter of innocents with another man. That's all Spike had ever been to Angelus, a phase, something to try out, a bit of experimentation. By the time they met up again in Sunnydale, Angelus was obviously bored of Spike and his appetites had moved on.
At least that's what Spike had told himself, but if Angel was attracted to him then what did that mean? Why hadn't Angelus shagged him at least once in Sunnydale? The more he tried to figure out Peaches, the more his head hurt, and the more he wished he could convince Darla to just leave town with him and never look back.
His fingers continued to beat out a rhythm on the car door and he found himself singing to keep his emotions under control. "I wanna be sedated. . ."
"Yeah, well I'd like that too," and annoyed Angel snapped back.
"Stop!" Lorne yelled from the back seat.
Angle slammed on the breaks bringing the car to a screeching halt. "What?" he asked. "I didn't see anything."
"Sorry, Angel cakes," Spike couldn't help but snicker at that. "There was nothing on the road, this is simply where I get out, and if you have any sense, this is where you get out too."
"Lorne, what are you talking about?" Angel said clearly annoyed. "You're the one who dragged me out here to stop the world from ending."
"And you did. Congratulations the world is safe. Look, Angel it's like this, waiting for you up ahead is a whole world of bad. I thought I could get you back on your path, steer you back into the champion biz, but I don't see everything. What I am sure of though, is that if you go find Darla tonight, I don't think you'll ever be able to get back on track. You need to let to go Angel."
Spike didn't understand where this Lorne fellow was getting his information from, but he was green so maybe he was Angel's new Yoda. It didn't matter, Spike knew Angel well enough to know that he'd already made up his mind, and that nothing was going to change it.
"Lorne, I don't have time for this. I have to go and stop Darla, whether the world is ending or not."
The green demon opened the car door and got out. "Then like I said, this is where I get out, cause three maybe company but four. . . I hope I'm wrong, I hope this all works out for you."
Angel didn't bother to respond. As soon as Lorne had closed the door his foot was back on the accelerator and they were on their way again.
"He's something of a downer isn't he," Spike commented.
"You know this is all your fault," Angel said.
"How's that?" Spike asked.
"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut could you? You had to go and sing."
"What? Your boyfriend have a thing for singers? I know you can't hold a tune to save your life, but hey don't worry. You've got that pointy hair. I'm sure he loves you for your hair."
"You're an idiot," Angel grumbled.
"Wow. How will I ever counter your razor sharp wit?"
That pretty much killed the rest of the conversation, and Spike spent the rest of the drive annoying Angel by messing with the radio.
And then they were there, bounding up the stairs of the apartment building, both of them understanding without saying anything that it was a race. They ignored the twenty-something girl who was madly jabbing at the elevator button while crying, as they each tried to be the first one to the apartment door.
Their mad dash ended rather anti-climactically when they were forced to knock on the scientist's door.
"I knew you'd be back-" a male voice said as a young man opened the door. "Who the hell are you?" he finished. Obviously Angel and Spike weren't who he was expecting.
"You need to invite me in!" Angel commanded, but Spike could hear the strained tone in the other vampire's voice, and he understood why.
Behind the grad student sat a rather mussed looking Darla who was smiling in amusement as she fixed her dress. It was only the fact that the mixed scents coming from the room told him that she hadn't actually had sex with the fellow, or even been enjoying herself, that kept Spike from trying to rip the guy's head off.
On the other hand what the hell did she think she was doing?
"Who the hell are you?" the grad student asked.
"I wouldn't let him in if I were you," Darla told him. "He's here to destroy your. . . time . . . freezing machine."
"How the hell do you know about that?" he asked turning to look back at her.
"Listen to me," Angel tried to reason with him. "She's very dangerous. You have to invite me in."
Darla got up and leaned against the young man. "I don't look dangerous do I? But then, neither do you, and you almost stopped the world tonight."
"Darla, whatever game you're playing-" Angel started.
"I'm not playing a game, Angel. I'm here for the same reason as you. I didn't want the world to end either. Of course, you probably were going to try and reason with him. Me, I just offered him a better way to get back at his girlfriend. I mean let's face it, if he was going to freeze her forever, he couldn't have been that in love with her."
"Hey, I-" the grad student's words where cut off as Darla grabbed his throat.
"I didn't say you could talk," Darla told him.
Angel banged his hands uselessly against the invisible barrier that kept him and Spike outside of the apartment as the young man began to struggle in Darla's grasp, but she stood there like a statue while his hands clawed ineffectually at her arm.
"Darla," he pleaded with her. "Let him go, it's over. Nothing happened, there's no need to kill him."
"Who said I was going to kill him? Although you do bring up an interesting point. Sure he didn't mean to end the world, but he was going to keep an unwilling girl in bed with him for all time. Not quite rape, but not really the actions of an innocent soul. He's dangerous, why shouldn't I get rid of him? I'd be doing the world a favor really."
"Darla, please. . . Just let him go."
"Why should I? What will you give me if I do?"
And just like that she tipped her hand. This had all been about getting Angel into a position to give her something, and Spike wasn't sure he was going to like whatever it was.
Angel had obviously come to the same conclusion. "What it is it you want?" he asked wearily.
"You. Just for the day. Until say. . . the sun goes down tomorrow night? I want you to do whatever I say."
"You've got to be kidding," Angel said, and Spike hoped she was. "You think I'm going to let you order me to go on a killing spree?"
She sighed. "Of course not, it's not as if you would kill someone just because you made a deal with me anyway. Look I promise, I won't order you to hurt or kill anyone. So what do you say? You do what I say until tomorrow night, or I keep squeezing?"
To emphasize her point she tightened her grip on the hapless student's neck, and his struggles became even more frantic.
"You sure this is a good idea, luv?" Spike finally spoke up. If Darla wasn't going to ask Angel to kill, then she could only intend to use him for one other thing, and this was supposed to be his night with her. "What's to say he won't break his promise?"
"Trust me, William," she said, seeing right through his flimsy argument. "You'll enjoy this."
Everything in Spike's experience told him that he couldn't trust Darla. She was selfish and she was just trying to get Angel for herself. And yet so far she hadn't done anything that hadn't been in his interest. He vacillated between his gut telling him he shouldn't trust her, and his heart wanting to. Because as much as he feared this was about to become the Darla and Angel show, if it didn't. . . if he could really trust her. . .
"So what's it going to be, Peaches?"
"Fine," Angel said reluctantly. "No killing and no maiming, but whatever else you want. . ."
Darla's face lit up as she let go of the grad student's throat. "Perfect. Just give me a moment to smash our boy's toys and you can start out by driving Spike and I back to our place."
As they waited for Darla, the two men both fidgeted nervously in the hall, both apprehensive of what she had planned for them.
A/N: Since I haven't been too regular in updating, I thought I'd mentioned that the events in this chapter are loosely based around the episode "Happy Anniversary".
Chapter 9:
Spike's fingers tapped out a tune on the car door. He was a bundle of nervous energy. First there had been the fight, which had been a blast. Being with Darla was great, but every now and then a bloke needed a good spat of violence.
But the thing that really had Spike wound up inside was that strange little moment of flirting with Angel. That comment about messing around hadn't been intentional, it had just slipped out as he was trying to get the Poof wound up. It was supposed to make Angel angry not horny, and it left Spike incredibly confused.
He thought he'd had Angelus all figured out. Understood what had happened between them back in Sunnydale, or rather what hadn't happened. It had been there in some of the very first words Angelus had ever spoken to Spike, when he'd said that it might be interesting to share the slaughter of innocents with another man. That's all Spike had ever been to Angelus, a phase, something to try out, a bit of experimentation. By the time they met up again in Sunnydale, Angelus was obviously bored of Spike and his appetites had moved on.
At least that's what Spike had told himself, but if Angel was attracted to him then what did that mean? Why hadn't Angelus shagged him at least once in Sunnydale? The more he tried to figure out Peaches, the more his head hurt, and the more he wished he could convince Darla to just leave town with him and never look back.
His fingers continued to beat out a rhythm on the car door and he found himself singing to keep his emotions under control. "I wanna be sedated. . ."
"Yeah, well I'd like that too," and annoyed Angel snapped back.
"Stop!" Lorne yelled from the back seat.
Angle slammed on the breaks bringing the car to a screeching halt. "What?" he asked. "I didn't see anything."
"Sorry, Angel cakes," Spike couldn't help but snicker at that. "There was nothing on the road, this is simply where I get out, and if you have any sense, this is where you get out too."
"Lorne, what are you talking about?" Angel said clearly annoyed. "You're the one who dragged me out here to stop the world from ending."
"And you did. Congratulations the world is safe. Look, Angel it's like this, waiting for you up ahead is a whole world of bad. I thought I could get you back on your path, steer you back into the champion biz, but I don't see everything. What I am sure of though, is that if you go find Darla tonight, I don't think you'll ever be able to get back on track. You need to let to go Angel."
Spike didn't understand where this Lorne fellow was getting his information from, but he was green so maybe he was Angel's new Yoda. It didn't matter, Spike knew Angel well enough to know that he'd already made up his mind, and that nothing was going to change it.
"Lorne, I don't have time for this. I have to go and stop Darla, whether the world is ending or not."
The green demon opened the car door and got out. "Then like I said, this is where I get out, cause three maybe company but four. . . I hope I'm wrong, I hope this all works out for you."
Angel didn't bother to respond. As soon as Lorne had closed the door his foot was back on the accelerator and they were on their way again.
"He's something of a downer isn't he," Spike commented.
"You know this is all your fault," Angel said.
"How's that?" Spike asked.
"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut could you? You had to go and sing."
"What? Your boyfriend have a thing for singers? I know you can't hold a tune to save your life, but hey don't worry. You've got that pointy hair. I'm sure he loves you for your hair."
"You're an idiot," Angel grumbled.
"Wow. How will I ever counter your razor sharp wit?"
That pretty much killed the rest of the conversation, and Spike spent the rest of the drive annoying Angel by messing with the radio.
And then they were there, bounding up the stairs of the apartment building, both of them understanding without saying anything that it was a race. They ignored the twenty-something girl who was madly jabbing at the elevator button while crying, as they each tried to be the first one to the apartment door.
Their mad dash ended rather anti-climactically when they were forced to knock on the scientist's door.
"I knew you'd be back-" a male voice said as a young man opened the door. "Who the hell are you?" he finished. Obviously Angel and Spike weren't who he was expecting.
"You need to invite me in!" Angel commanded, but Spike could hear the strained tone in the other vampire's voice, and he understood why.
Behind the grad student sat a rather mussed looking Darla who was smiling in amusement as she fixed her dress. It was only the fact that the mixed scents coming from the room told him that she hadn't actually had sex with the fellow, or even been enjoying herself, that kept Spike from trying to rip the guy's head off.
On the other hand what the hell did she think she was doing?
"Who the hell are you?" the grad student asked.
"I wouldn't let him in if I were you," Darla told him. "He's here to destroy your. . . time . . . freezing machine."
"How the hell do you know about that?" he asked turning to look back at her.
"Listen to me," Angel tried to reason with him. "She's very dangerous. You have to invite me in."
Darla got up and leaned against the young man. "I don't look dangerous do I? But then, neither do you, and you almost stopped the world tonight."
"Darla, whatever game you're playing-" Angel started.
"I'm not playing a game, Angel. I'm here for the same reason as you. I didn't want the world to end either. Of course, you probably were going to try and reason with him. Me, I just offered him a better way to get back at his girlfriend. I mean let's face it, if he was going to freeze her forever, he couldn't have been that in love with her."
"Hey, I-" the grad student's words where cut off as Darla grabbed his throat.
"I didn't say you could talk," Darla told him.
Angel banged his hands uselessly against the invisible barrier that kept him and Spike outside of the apartment as the young man began to struggle in Darla's grasp, but she stood there like a statue while his hands clawed ineffectually at her arm.
"Darla," he pleaded with her. "Let him go, it's over. Nothing happened, there's no need to kill him."
"Who said I was going to kill him? Although you do bring up an interesting point. Sure he didn't mean to end the world, but he was going to keep an unwilling girl in bed with him for all time. Not quite rape, but not really the actions of an innocent soul. He's dangerous, why shouldn't I get rid of him? I'd be doing the world a favor really."
"Darla, please. . . Just let him go."
"Why should I? What will you give me if I do?"
And just like that she tipped her hand. This had all been about getting Angel into a position to give her something, and Spike wasn't sure he was going to like whatever it was.
Angel had obviously come to the same conclusion. "What it is it you want?" he asked wearily.
"You. Just for the day. Until say. . . the sun goes down tomorrow night? I want you to do whatever I say."
"You've got to be kidding," Angel said, and Spike hoped she was. "You think I'm going to let you order me to go on a killing spree?"
She sighed. "Of course not, it's not as if you would kill someone just because you made a deal with me anyway. Look I promise, I won't order you to hurt or kill anyone. So what do you say? You do what I say until tomorrow night, or I keep squeezing?"
To emphasize her point she tightened her grip on the hapless student's neck, and his struggles became even more frantic.
"You sure this is a good idea, luv?" Spike finally spoke up. If Darla wasn't going to ask Angel to kill, then she could only intend to use him for one other thing, and this was supposed to be his night with her. "What's to say he won't break his promise?"
"Trust me, William," she said, seeing right through his flimsy argument. "You'll enjoy this."
Everything in Spike's experience told him that he couldn't trust Darla. She was selfish and she was just trying to get Angel for herself. And yet so far she hadn't done anything that hadn't been in his interest. He vacillated between his gut telling him he shouldn't trust her, and his heart wanting to. Because as much as he feared this was about to become the Darla and Angel show, if it didn't. . . if he could really trust her. . .
"So what's it going to be, Peaches?"
"Fine," Angel said reluctantly. "No killing and no maiming, but whatever else you want. . ."
Darla's face lit up as she let go of the grad student's throat. "Perfect. Just give me a moment to smash our boy's toys and you can start out by driving Spike and I back to our place."
As they waited for Darla, the two men both fidgeted nervously in the hall, both apprehensive of what she had planned for them.
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Date: 2007-03-18 07:12 am (UTC)2. You win at life for "I wanna be sedated" :D
3. Oh my. I can't even begin to imagine what Darla's plans are. But I am sure it will be something wickedly fantastic.
Looking forward to the next part.
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Date: 2007-03-18 08:39 am (UTC)As for Darla's plans, let's just say they'll be surprising.
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