Willow sat alone in his, no their room. Her face was a mask of concentration. The redhead savored the moments alone. There hadn't been very many of those since she had mated with Angel. He was off with Cordelia, just now. Something about a surprise for her. She wasn't sure just what the surprise was, but she had seen the dark vampire slip a bottle of Irish Whiskey into the pocket of his black duster. She had decided that she wasn't even going to ask. If she asked she might find out why and she wasn't sure that she wanted to know. Spike was off with Wesley, something about real football. She hadn't known that football was fake, but Wesley seemed to agree with him, so...
Her thoughts centered on a different blonde of the vampire persuasion. She knew that sooner or later she was going to have to deal with Darla, Goddess, that thought scared her. She had spent the morning studying the spell books that Giles didn't know she had, if the Goddess loved her, he would never know that she had them. She had found one that she thought would work. It wouldn't hurt Darla in the long run, but...a malicious grin found a home on the redhead's gamin face. She rather thought Darla would be spectacular bald.
She knew that if she used it unprovoked that Angel would be upset, so she learned the spell and made sure she had the ingredients, cause if there was one thing she knew about Darla, it was that the bitch would be back. She would not give up on Angel. Angel didn't love Darla, and Willow knew that, but Darla was obsessed with getting Angelus back. Sooner or later Willow would have to deal.
The hacker's face finally cleared and she realized that she was hungry. She took herself downstairs to rummage through the kitchen for something to eat. She could only pray that she found more than eggs. They went through an enormous amount of food now that Angel Investigations was housed at the Hyperion again. Well, Spike had a hollow leg, she had never seen anyone but Xander put away the amount of food that Spike could eat in one meal. She found a bag of cookies hidden behind the spices in the cabinet, as she was pulling them out she heard someone behind her. She turned to see which of the crew had returned and found herself facing her worst nightmare, well other than an infestation of frogs.
Darla stood, framed in the doorway, her red dress fit her like a glove. Willow couldn't help thinking that it was terribly appropriate that the vampire still dressed like the working girl she had been. *Bad Willow*
Darla glared at the red head who looked all together to comfortable perched on the counter, wearing, she was wearing one of Angel's silk shirts. She drew in a deep, unneeded breath and growled at the woman before her. "You stink of Angelus. Who are you? I just want to know so I can tell Angelus that I enjoyed my dinner, by name."
"My name is Willow and I don't think you want to eat me. Angel would be pretty pissed if you eat his mate."
"I brought Angelus into this world, and as I told him, I can take him out of it."
"Yeah, that's why he dusted you the last time. And can I just say, eww, that dress is so not you. It actually makes you look like men would to pay to have you, and we all know that you're just a big slut who gives it away." *Way to go Willow, insult the vampire who can kill you.* The witch was muttering the words to set up a protection spell under her breath as she stalled for time. If she could just get it up, she might survive this encounter. Goddess, if she only knew how long Angel or Spike would be gone.
The blonde vampire snarled at the redheads insult. She went all grr, and stalked towards Willow. Just as she snatched at Willow, the witch finished her protection spell and Darla snatched back her hands as the circle of magick, burned her hands. Hands that were already sensitive from the recent Angel induced flames. She jerked back, cursing the witch. As she tried to think of a way around the spell the girl held, the blasted girl started chanting again. Her eyes glowed with an eerie emerald light as the power of the Goddess went through her body. A green bolt, shot out of the witch's eyes and impacted Darla square in the chest, throwing her back into the wall.
Darla groaned as she picked herself up. Who knew the tiny girl had so much power. This might be an actual challenge. She would win of course but the battle would be fun. She threw herself into the witch's protective barrier hoping to drain it, allowing her to break the witch's neck. Just as she reached the witch, another emerald beam hit her. This one seemed to lack power, it didn't even budge her. She could beat this witch, who was laughing? What had the redhead done to her that merited laughter? She looked down at her body to see if she could tell and saw a large pile of long blonde hair. Hair? Slowly she raised her hands to her head and felt only skin. There was not a hair left on her head.
Willow couldn't stop laughing, bewildered looked so funny in fangs. She prepared another spell, knowing that when the shock wore off, Darla would be more determined then ever to kill her, painfully, she reminded herself. She braced herself as Darla growled and charged once again. Again, Willow drew on the power of the Goddess. This time Darla was thrown through the door and out into the lobby. From the sounds of the crash she had demolished that horrible urn. `Oh well, no great loss there.' She moved to the doorway, taking great pleasure in watching Darla pick herself up from the rubble. She didn't wait for Darla to attack her again, instead she aimed Darla for the matching urn. If she was going to do it, she might as well do it right. The impact was deafening.
Darla lay in the rubble of stone, shaking her head. This wasn't right, there should be no way on earth that this, this, mortal should be able to stop her. She growled and got up again. Once more she tried to attack the tiny witch. Once more the tiny witch tossed her around like she was a toy. This was just unacceptable. All of Darla's attention was focused on her adversary, she never noticed the door behind her open until she sailed out of it.
Angel looked at the bald vampire on the sidewalk then at his redhead. He placed his hands on his head protectively, "Remind me never to make you mad." was his only comment.
"We are so doing an uninvite spell here. That bitch is not coming back into my home."
Angel stared at his witch, "Is this your home, Little One?"
"Damn, right it is. Like I would go off and leave you with a man-eater like her. I'm going to bed now. Do what you have to do, and join me.