ANGEL: So you're what Wolfram and Hart brought back in that box. And they brought you back as a human. They think I won't kill one. You want to know what I think? I think they don't know me that well. You feel what this place was like before they excavated it? It's a convent. You remember how much I like convents.

(She makes the sign of the cross.)

ANGEL: (laughs) Come on Darla, you and I, we're too old to play games. I need to talk to the real you.

(He morphs into vamp face and charges her, pushes her up against a pillar.)

ANGEL: It's been a long time since I said this to anyone (rips her dress) but you can scream all you want.

(Scratches her neck with his teeth, nuzzles)

DARLA: (scared) Oh. Oh (moans in pleasure) oh oh... I'm not gonna scream. (they kiss) There's my boy. (he pulls away a bit, she kisses him again, harder. He responds)

(...)

ANGEL: (pulling back) That's enough.

DARLA: I'm pretty familiar with the international sign for enough, and you have a ways to go!

(she goes to him, he holds her away by the arm)

DARLA: You're hurting me. I like it.

(he flings her away, devamps)

ANGEL: What's the play, Darla? What kind of game are you running?

DARLA: Just having a little fun. I've been out of commission too long. You know how that feels.

ANGEL: Wolfram and Hart didn't bring you back for fun. The Dreams, the frame job - what's the big plan, huh? Get me so screwed up I go bad again?

DARLA: Kind of trite, I know. What do you expect? They're only human.

ANGEL: You better embrace that mediocrity, honey. You're talking about your own kind now.

DARLA: But I'm still me. (Presses herself up against him) And I remember everything, Angel. Everything we did. Everything we *can* do.

ANGEL: (playing along) Yeah. But the bitch is (pushes her away) you have a soul now. Pretty soon those memories are gonna start eating away at you. No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to escape the truth of what you were. Believe me, I know.

DARLA: (seductive) But you can escape. You can escape it all. Remember what it's like to get lost, huh? Every thought a million miles away, every part of your being *alive*! All you have to do is let me give you one little moment of happiness.

ANGEL: You took me places, showed me things. You blew the top off my head. But you never made me happy.

DARLA: But that - that *cheerleader* did? We were together 150 years! We shared *everything*. You're saying - never?

ANGEL: You couldn't understand.

DARLA: I understand alright. Guy gets taste of something fresh and he thinks he's touching god.

ANGEL: It wasn't about...

DARLA: Oh, you bet your ass it was! There was a time, in the early years, when you would have said I was the *definition* of bliss! Buffy wasn't happiness. She was just new.

ANGEL: (laughing) You know - you're getting awfully bent over this, Darla. I couldn't feel that with *you*, because I didn't have a soul. But then I got a second chance. Just like you have.

DARLA: What a poster child for soulfulness you are. (Walks up and presses herself against him) This is no life, Angel! Before you got neutered you weren't just any vampire, you were a legend! Nobody could keep up with you, not even me. You don't learn that kind of darkness. It's innate. It was in you before we ever met. You said you can smell me? Well, I can smell you, too. And my boy is still in there and he wants out!

(...)

ANGEL: You're gonna feel it, you know. What you did. That man you got killed.

DARLA: Please! He was an actor.

ANGEL: I'm serious.

DARLA: Yeah, like a heart attack. And just about as much fun.

ANGEL: Darla, you hurt anyone else and I'll kill you.

DARLA: Will you? Isn't that against your cub-scout code?

ANGEL: I'll make an exception.

DARLA: You're gonna miss those dreams, honey. You should have heard the things you said in your sleep. Nasty things, Angel. Things like...

ANGEL: (grabbing her by the throat) Stop!

DARLA: (burning him with a cross) No, *you* stop! See? No matter how good a boy you are, God doesn't want you!

(Angel lets go of her and throws himself back away from her cross)

DARLA: But I still do.

(she runs into sunlight)

DARLA: (pausing on her way out) What? No good-by kiss? (exits)

• Angel, Angelus & The Curse
• Darla & Angel

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