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Darla quietly creeps through the Hyperion. From her brief period as a human, she knows which room is his, so she is able to move quickly. Pretty soon she will have completed her mission and Angelus will be released once more.
What she did not expect was for Angel to not be alone. But there he was, sound asleep, with a man in his bed. “What is wrong with you,” she shrieks, forgetting about the element of surprise.
Angel is awake instantly. “Darla,” he spits out, glaring at her.
“What is she doing here?” Lindsey says sleepily.
“Fuck if I know,”
“Why Angelus,” Darla purrs. “I’m here to save you. You’re obviously not happy with him.”
“Back off bitch,” Lindsey growls, suddenly more awake.
Darla turns her attention to the human in the room. “Who’s going to stop me. You?”
“Damn right I am,” Lindsey says, brandishing the stake he retrieved from the night stand.
“You do know you’re just the consolation prize, right. A warm body he can nail without having to worry about his curse,” Darla sneers.
“Darla, Darla, Darla,” Angel says from the doorway, making sure she won’t be able to escape. “You are so misguided.”
“What do you mean?” Darla asks, realizing she is trapped.
“Gypsies had bad foresight,” Lindsey says with a smirk. “Curse only involves heterosexual relationships.”
“You mean…”
“Perfectly happy,” Angel responds.
Darla snaps and lunges at Lindsey. She forgets about the stake in his hand until it strikes her, giving her a split second to comprehend what’s happening before she turns to dust.
“And stay dead this time,” Angel says as he crosses the room to where Lindsey is standing. “You alright?” he asks, wrapping his arms around him.
Lindsey leans into the embrace. “I am now. Next time I’m the one guarding the door.”
“Deal,” Angel murmurs. “Now let’s go back to bed.”