mydearboy (Angel/Darla)
I still haven't seen her and I was wondering if Wolfram and Hart have already captured her, but then I would have heard about it - somehow. She was still in this city, I could feel it and everynight I'd go walking around, trying to find her but everynight, something would happen and it would almost be like I just missed her. Everywhere I went, it was like she was just there and it was getting more and more frustrating and then it all came down to ... Why am I doing this? Why should I? She was the one that did this to me, she turned me, made me a monster and then when I needed her most, she let me go when I got my soul. I couldn't help that and now I was more than just a little bitter about it all. I should just let Wolfram and Hart do whatever experiments they want on her because in the end, Lindsey and whoever is not going to be able to keep her safe, I know that for a fact. All Lindsey had was a couple of suave looking suits and his smart talk. I had the capability to actually watch over her, but she didn't want that. And I didn't understand why.
A few nights later, I was out, walking around and I finally decided to go back to the hotel and get my car, which I did. It was nice to be back in it and I figured that I could find her a lot faster if I had it. That's when I saw her walking the strip one night and I turned around, making sure that was her, before pulling over, or trying to anyway. I had to just talk to her. Getting out of the car, I waited and waited until she walked past before getting behind her and walking through the crowds. She kept on looking at all the bright lights and for a second, I wondered what she was thinking even though I didn't want to care. I didn't want to care about any of this, but I still did because in the end, she was all I really had.
"Strange to see you out like this," I said finally and walked along side her before glancing at her. "What the hell is going on, Darla?" I asked her and stopped, grabbing onto her arm and pulling her toward me.
A few nights later, I was out, walking around and I finally decided to go back to the hotel and get my car, which I did. It was nice to be back in it and I figured that I could find her a lot faster if I had it. That's when I saw her walking the strip one night and I turned around, making sure that was her, before pulling over, or trying to anyway. I had to just talk to her. Getting out of the car, I waited and waited until she walked past before getting behind her and walking through the crowds. She kept on looking at all the bright lights and for a second, I wondered what she was thinking even though I didn't want to care. I didn't want to care about any of this, but I still did because in the end, she was all I really had.
"Strange to see you out like this," I said finally and walked along side her before glancing at her. "What the hell is going on, Darla?" I asked her and stopped, grabbing onto her arm and pulling her toward me.