*Characters belong to Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, etc.
Horrors
by Tara Ann Stridh
Drusilla squealed as she, Angelus, and William entered the small
underground home. She ran to Darla, holding William by the hand. The
blonde-haired vampire grimaced as Drusilla's lips lingered near her blonde
curls.
"Guess what William did?" Dru's smile was wide and intoxicating.
Angelus smirked at his prized, raven-haired child, lust creeping into his
dark eyes. His sire looked up at William standing in front of her, and she
gasped. His satiny brunette hair had been bleached blonde. The laughter was
something she could not hide. The two-week-old vampire pouted at Darla.
"What - you don't like it?" His English accent was more blunt than
Drusilla's coquettish one.
"I'm a new man now."
Darla traced her fingers across the boisterous flesh of her breasts, her
own child eyeing the gracefully distant movement of her fingers with a faint
growl.
"It's not completely distasteful. It's different. No doubt the slayer
will have no trouble killing you." Then she arched her eyebrow at Drusilla.
"You have told him of the slayer, haven't you?"
Angelus sighed, embracing Drusilla from behind and licking her neck.
"The
slayer doesn't concern us."
She tilted her head back against his shoulder, smiling with her eyes closed.
As Darla watched Spike noticed the bitterness twinkle within her violet eyes.
He knelt in front of her, taking her cold, delicate hands, brushing his soft
lips against her fingertips.
"I've got a new name I have. No more William the Bloody. Just call me
Spike."
Raven strands swiped at Darla's cheek as Drusilla leaned over the cranberry
chair.
"You should have seen him, Darla. He just loved to make them scream with the
railroad spikes. He does. Miss Edith laughs all the time."
Darla gazed back at William.
"Miss Edith is just a doll."
The bleached-blonde vampire was still playing with her fingers as he observed
Angelus slide his large hands over Drusilla's velvet hips. With a half smile
Angelus nipped at her earlobe, and she moaned.
"What happened to Princess Dushku?"
Drusilla's black eyes stared at William and smiled sweetly, her hand reaching
out to him.
"I drowned her in the fountain when I drowned."
As Angelus' hand crept to Drusilla's breast, William grasped his lover's hand.
"Okay, pet, we fed. Now we go away together somewhere where we won't make
too much noise."
Angelus' arms were still around Drusilla's waist, his familiar smirk causing
Darla to look away from him.
"Make as much noise as you want. Darla and I
don't mind."
William took a deep breath even though he didn't have to, gently pulling
Drusilla from Angelus' forceful arms.
"Well, chop, chop. Luv, shall we go?"
Reluctantly Angelus allowed Drusilla to leave his protection, and helplessly
watched as she nestled against William's slim body.
"I want to dance, Spike."
"Then we will dance, Dru."
"To the flower music."
"To any music you like."
William glanced at Darla, and she smiled softly at him. Then he and Drusilla
disappeared into their private chamber. Darla could feel his large hands
gripping the back of the chair she sat in, her hands resting calmly in her
lap. Finally she spoke, tired of the silence contest between them.
"Angelus, she no longer loves you. She has another. Tell me you can see
that."
"Spike? Didn't you see what he did to his hair?"
"Yes. You must let them be. I let you be with Dru. Now she has moved on."
The chair shifted beneath her petite body as he leaned against it, his finger
twirling through her soft blonde curls.
"Bored with all your lovers already, Darla?"
"I miss my favorite one is all."
He leaned over the chair, his cheek nestling against her silky hair.
"There are other more glorious curls I'd rather be twirling my fingers
through at the moment."
"Are there? Poor you."
"Why did you not come with us, Darla? You should have seen the way he
handles those nasty spikes. Dru's eyes never stopped their twinkling for a
moment."
"There is your answer."
Her hand gripped his hand as his fingers slithered to her uplifted cleavage.
He winced with a smile as her manicured nails dug into his skin.
"Don't touch, Angelus."
"So, you want to play this game tonight."
I do not want to play any games. I am going out. Find a lovely young girl
I can make my own."
His hand began to reach for her spongy flesh again.
"Can I fuck her before
you drink her?"
Before he could grab at her she stood up, turning to him, her lips firm in
their pale shimmer.
"You misunderstand me, my darling boy."
Angelus rested his elbows along the back of the chair, looking at her with
lost dark eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"I am going to sire another."
"Why would you want to do that?"
Her smile was faintly amused and half-pitiful.
"Angelus, your arrogance will
be your downfall. I hope I am around to see it so I can weep for you."
The tall, broad-shouldered vampire stood up, pointing a finger at his sire.
"I forbid you to sire another!"
She closed her eyes at his shouting voce, a shiver running through her body.
Then her violet eyes focused on the fear in his dark eyes. For a moment she
saw the eyes of the man she had looked into before she had made him her
child. Only for a moment.
"You do not own me. I own you. Have you forgotten already? Drunk on your
power. Drunk on the magical power I have given you?"
He approached her, his fingers intertwining with hers.
"Remind me then."
Darla smiled, her lips close enough to meet his. Her fingers glided from the
tangle of his, barely brushing against his crotch.
"Not tonight, my darling boy."
His smile faded as she walked away.
Darla screamed as he pulled at her hair, her hands clawing at his.
"Angelus, let me go!"
"No, I need my mother!"
His hands grasped deeply into her shoulders, pulling to him.
"Kiss me, Darla."
Her hair disarrayed, she did not smile, steadily staring into his dark eyes.
"You kiss me."
Angelus immediately changed face, his teeth rudely biting into her left
breast. Without changing her own face she pushed him away from her, her eyes
beginning to sparkle with forming tears. Her child fell to the floor and
looked up at her. She wiped at the blood, licking her own taste from her
fingers.
"Naughty boys never get the treats."
Despite the invitation of her words she did not want to lure him to her. The
thought of him continuously in and around Drusilla's body repulsed her. It
wasn't that she did want him to take other lovers. It was that he was
obsessed with the insane girl, never thinking of anything else.
Angelus stood up, wiping his hands on his thighs. Slowly he walked to the
fire, gazing into the wiggling purple-orange flames. His cruel wound upon
her flesh had already healed, and she placed her hand on his shoulder,
rubbing her cheek against his dark ponytail, her finger stroking the lavender
satin ribbon.
"Angelus, you must forget her. She will always be yours, but not in the way
you want."
"Curse William!"
"You knew it would happen. You encouraged her to birth him. He told me.
She told me. You told me."
"Shut up!" He turned to her, his face smooth and human. The angelic face
she had been bewitched by in the Galway tavern. "What do you know, Darla!?
You're nothing but a well-dressed wench! And Dru - she's a crazy whore!
Corrupt to the very end. Because of me."
Darla began to stroke the side of his face.
"I pity you because you are a man. I forgive your words to me. You don't
know, my darling boy. You don't know."
His usually charming tender voice was firm.
"I now what I want."
He grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back. Her groan deepened
as he mangled her limb, her back to him. As he pushed her to he carpeted
floor she felt her knees begin to tremble. She silently cursed herself for
being weak. For letting him lift her satin skirts above her waist. For
feeling him thrust himself inside her, without her being able to look at him.
"Angelus, stop!" Her blonde strands cascading loosely over her shoulders
with every thrust he gave to her body.
"I warn you!"
Darla felt herself begin to blush from the inside since she couldn't blush on
the outside, but she would not cry. She wasn't the girl she once was - she
was a woman with immaculate power. Yet, she allowed her own child to defy
her, to humiliate her, to abuse her, and she let him because she loved him.
If she wasn't already a damned woman she would be.
His teeth tearing into her pale shoulder accompanied his next violet thrust;
she didn't cry out. As he continued to desperately ram himself within her
Darla began to think of the vengeance she would cast upon his dreaded ego, as
well as his complete existence.