"Darla?" Angel took hold of his chair to keep his balance as he
was stunned
from shock. "But how?"
"We stopped asking 'how' after we became vampires. Remember?" She
strutted
towards him.
Lindsey took the stunned opportunity to step forward slowly behind
him.
Raising his arm to hit Angel, he swung and Angel sidestepped it,
making him
miss and fall forward just enough so Angel could grab him from
behind and
wrap an arm around his neck.
"Nice move there, prostatic." He straitened his hold on him. "So
how were you
able to get Darla from 'birth'? You did say 'birth', didn't ya
dear Lindsey?"
"Yes, but I also did say monster. You're human mother may have physically
birthed you but Darla is the one that birthed, or made, you as
a monster."
Angel threw Lindsey over to the wall.
"Well, you got what you wanted. A surprise cameo of my sire to try
and shake
me up. Come back when you're done taunting and ready to fight.
Till then, get
out."
"But my darling boy. That wasn't why we came." Darla strutted to
him and
touched his chest with her palm, running her fingers over his shirt
at the
buttons. "There are much better things to do than 'shake you up',"
she
grinned. Angel growled, whipping her hand away. She chuckled. "Oh
Angelus.
How boring you've become." She started to walk back to Lindsey
slowly.
"Hey Angel." He looked at him. "Remember that powder I gave you?"
Darla swung
around and her arm came out, extending a hand. Before Angel could
react,
Darla blew a cloud of white dust at him.
Angel collapsed in a heap, his eyes rolling back as he fell. As
he dropped
Darla spoke, "He gave me some, too."
* * *
Cordelia knocked on the door to Welsey's place waiting for an answer.
She
figured he'd be back to grab some things before he headed back
to Angel's for
the night so he could work on the translations and she remembered
she'd
forgotten the phone number to a sales agent who had offered her
an interview
for a casting-call and she needed it for the next day. She knocked
a little
louder and didn't hear an answer.
Shugging, she figured no one was home and had to get the number
so she pulled
out the set of keys he'd given to her. She pushed open the door
and just
picked up her bag when she saw a figure lying on the floor.
"Oh my God," she whispered, dropping the bag and throwing up the
light
switch. She saw it was Welsey and hurried to drop to her knees
to help. "Oh
God, Welsey." She rolled him over so his head was on her lap and
she brushed
his hair out of his face. He started to move his head on her lap
and she
stroked his cheek comfortingly. "Welsey. You okay?" He looked up
and saw who
had him and sighed. He closed his eyes briefly and sat up. He took
hold of
his head and sighed again.
"I'm fine, Cordelia." He looked around. "Willow?" She looked around too.
"Willow isn't here. Are you sure the bump you took didn't distort
you're
memory?" He held his head for a moment and shook it.
"No, no Willow was here. We came to get the scroll and Quentin Travers
and
his goons were here waiting for us."
"Who?" She asked puzzled.
"A watcher and Watcher Council Special Operations men. Remember
the three
that were here for Faith?"
"The three weirdoes that tried to get you to kill Angel?"
"Yes. Quentin said he was here to be the slayer's watcher. Which
I don't
understand. To use Willow to get to Buffy will only make her really
made. And
Faith --"
"Is behind bars making her in no shape to be watched. Much less
care sense
she kinda doesn't like Willow." She helped Welsey up into a seat.
"Do you
think they're gonna use her to get Buffy to work with them again?"
"It doesn't sound their style. The Council may not like how something
goes
but they don't kidnap and blackmail to get their way. Something's
terribly
wrong with this picture."
"We should head to Angel's. Fill him in on what's going on."
"Right." Welsey stood and headed to the couch and grabbed the scroll.
"Cordelia?"
"Yeah Wes?"
"What were you here for?" She hit her head with her palm.
"Dah!" she hurried over to the phone and pulled the paper down that
had been
hanging on a message pad near it. "Audition casting-call number.
I needed it
for tomorrow" shoving it in her pocket, she and Welsey left, heading
over to
Angel's apartment to fill him in on the information.