SERIES : CRUSH
PAIRING THIS PART: Darla/Lindsey
flirtation, Dru craziness
RATING : R
SPOILERS : Buffy season 5
episode “Crush” and Angel/Buffy season 2/5.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.
NOTES & WARNINGS : bloodplay
and craziness, MURDER
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Chapter 15 : Enemies
“Angel?” I ask
softly.
“Yes?”
“Why did you want me
to go to him?”
“I still do.”
“Why?”
“Spike. You
mentioned the chip in his head, that someone was working on it. I assume you meant
Lindsey.”
“Yes. He was looking
for a doctor.”
“You should check on
that.”
“Yes, but… he may be
a little upset with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I moved
out. When Dru went to see Spike the first time it was after the fire and…”
“I’m sorry about
setting you on fire.”
I look up at him and
he looks genuinely sorry. That’s such a new face to see on my boy. Perhaps
Angel was right before, when he told me I didn’t make him happy. He still has
his soul, I can smell it. Being with me, Spike and Dru hasn’t made him
perfectly happy. Or maybe souls just don’t matter anymore. Or maybe they just
doesn’t matter right now. “You did what you had to do.”
“I’ve done terrible
things to all of you. I have to make them right. I have to make Spike right. He
shouldn’t be trapped like some animal in a cage. They had no right to mess with
his head. I have to make this right.”
“Then I’ll go to
Lindsey.”
“I still don’t trust
him as far as I can throw him.”
*~*~*~*~*
I knock on the door
and slowly open it. I’m not sure if I’m even still invited. I am able to walk
through the door and the place is dark; but I know he’s here. I close the door
behind me and walk towards the window where he’s standing. “Lindsey?” I
whisper.
He turns and smiles,
“Darla. I was worried.”
“No need. I can take
care of myself.”
“Yes, you can.”
I walk over to him
and stand ever so close. I can smell him filling the air with his desire for
me. Such an easy human to own, probably the easiest. He was quite taken with me
when I came back.
“What is going on,
Darla? I haven’t seen you in a few days. Your stuff is gone.”
“Dru and I needed
space.”
“Space? For what?”
“To be on our own.”
I lean in towards him and lick his neck. His scent permeates the air around us
and it’s delicious.
“What do you want?”
He whispers as he smells my hair. So easy.
“The name of the
doctor you said you’d find. Drusilla wants her toy back, but it’s no fun if he
can’t play.”
“Right, for the chip
in his head.”
“Yesss…” I start to
nibble on his ear and I feel his real hand creep around my body. He pulls me
closer to him and I can feel his erection. I smile and grind against it. He
groans and I do it again, only harder this time. “So, Lindsey? Do you have the
name?”
“What’s going on
with Angel?”
I push away from
him. “This isn’t about Angel. This is about Spike.”
“You were brought
here for a purpose, Darla. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
“I’m a little
hesitant to go after Angel again, since the last time worked so well.” I lie. I
have to. Angel doesn’t need to deal with the lawyers yet, since I’m still sure
his grasp of good and evil has not yet been decided. “I need Spike. He can help
us with Angel.”
“By all accounts, he
wouldn’t want much to do with Angel.”
“Look.” I growl and
step towards him. Lindsey steps back and for the first time ever, I think he’s
afraid of me. Good. “Just because I didn’t kill you in that basement, doesn’t
mean I won’t.”
“Dr. Luis Ricardo.
We use him all the time to handle our special cases.”
“Yes, but is he a
neurosurgeon?”
“He’s talented in
every aspect of his practice. He assured us he could take care of the problem.”
“Give me his
address.” I demand.
“That’s not going to
work.”
“WHAT?” I push
Lindsey back against the window.
“If it gets done, it
goes through the firm.”
“Do you realize if I
just push a little harder, you’ll fall twenty stories? Then I can guarantee
that your hand won’t be a problem anymore.”
“What’s gotten into
you, Darla? What we want is the same thing: what’s best for the firm.”
“Oh no, Dear Boy.
What I want is my family. I could care less about your firm. Now give me the
address.” I flash my fangs at him and he’s unfazed.
“Through Wolfram
& Hart, or no deal. We can help you, but you have to help us.”
“You’re not going to
give it to me?” I ask in disbelief. He’s never denied my anything. Something
must have scared him, more than I have so far. But that’s fine, I can still put
the fear of God into that boy if I have to. I *will* have my family restored.
Or he could be
refusing because he’s sure that I’ll be back. Why?
“No.” He states.
I back away and rub
my finger around my shirt-covered nipples gently. “Things could have been so
good, Lindsey.” He looks at me appreciatively. “But you just made yourself
another enemy.” And I walk out.
Chapter 16 : the Angle
The door is kicked
opened and I’m half expecting Angel to come at me with a stake. Instead, it’s
Darla. “Where is he?” She growls. Dru sits up.
“Someone’s gone and
got Grandmummy all worked up like a bee. Buzz. Buzz. Buzzzzzzz…”
“Where’s who?” I ask
her.
“Angelus. Where is
he?”
“I don’t know.”
*~*~*~*~*
There’s a certain
stillness to life above the city that gives me peace and an understanding that I thought I’d long
lost. I remember clarity from long before. The clarity of blood. Of bones. Of
knowing what was to happen tomorrow and the day after that and the day after
that and every day after that.
Shanshu. Once he
fulfills his destiny, the vampire with a soul will shanshu. All summer long we
were working towards that but Cordelia doesn’t remember when I was human.
Perhaps my destiny was to help the slayer and prevent the apocalypse. Wasn’t
the Ascension apocalyptic? Perhaps the Mohra demon’s blood *was* my reward. And
I gave it up. And I’m destiny-less. But I have my family.
“Lindsey’s got an
angle.” She growls as she slams the roof door behind her. “Damn it!”
“What?”
“He’s got an angle.
I seduced him. I threatened him. I practically threw him out the window but he
seemed so damn sure of himself. He didn’t even budge.”
“Think he’s playing
you?”
“Yes.” She says
sternly as she stares out beyond the buildings. “And I won’t be played.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Buzz like a bee up
to the honey tree. Little bears get honey and little lambs get none.” I look
over and see my Spike. Sweet, wicked William. He’s watching me play. He likes
to watch me play.
All the little girls
have been naughty. They listened to Miss. Edith and she’s never been a good
example.
I’ve been watching
her line all her dolls up along the dresser’s edge. I’m sure one spoke out of
turn or something. I wonder what the hell Darla was so pissed off about. *She*
doesn’t have a chip in her head, what could be wrong with her life?
“All the little
ducks lined up in a row. ‘Which,’ Mother Duck says, ‘will be the first to go?’”
Dru giggles and flings one doll across the room. “Circus rides for naughty
girls. No. No. No.” She flings a few more across the room. “All you had to do
was tell the truth.” She growls at one. “But you couldn’t do that, COULD YOU?
You all listened like little lambs who lost their mummies. And now you cry like
babies and beg for mercy. NO MERCY!” A few more dolls hit the wall across from
the dresser.
“Dru, Pet, wanna
keep it down?”
“NO MERCY! NO MERCY!
THERE’S NONE WHEN THE RAIN KEEPS FALLING! NONE FOR THE MEN WHO WEAR THE CROWN!
NONE FOR THE GIRL UPSIDE DOWN!” She screams and growls and I’ve never seen her
like this. She starts shaking her head and pulling at her hair as she falls to
the floor. “No. No mercy. Eyes can’t see.”
“DRUSILLA!” I scream
and dive to the floor next to her. “Drusilla, Baby!” I cup her face with my
hands and make her look at me. “Dru?”
“Spike? I’m cold.
Darkness is coming.”
*~*~*~*~*
“SIIIIIIRRRRRE!” The
scream shakes the hotel and Darla and I rush downstairs. I kick the door to
their room open and find Spike, crying hysterically, while clutching Drusilla.
“Spike?!” I say and
fall to my knees in front of him.
“She’s gone.” He
whispers. “She’s all gone. Nothing left but scraps.”
“What?” I gently
pull Drusilla away from him and I look at her eyes. They’re completely glazed
over, covered in a white blanket. “DRUSILLA!” I shout but she doesn’t move. She
doesn’t speak. She doesn’t do anything. “Spike, what happened?”
“Nothing. I was
watching her play and she started ripping at her hair. She said darkness was
coming and that eyes can’t see. What is it, Angelus? What’s happened to her?”
He asks, his voice filled with pain.
“That’s the angle.”
Darla whispers from behind me.
~El Fin~
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