Creative Differences
A little Fanged-Four fun where William and Darla don't see eye to eye.
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Creative Differences
by FemailoftheSpecies
Pre-canon
R to be safe
Darla and Angelus but its all about William in the end
“Where is he?!” Darla stomped her way around the townhouse, her small booted feet scraping the wooden floors, wild eyes searching every corner. Her left hand tightly clutched at her skirts, lifting them so that she didn't trip, while the right embraced a partially balled up piece of parchment.
Soaking up the heat like a big lazy cat, Angelus sat in the large chair by the fire in the library. “Where’s who?” he asked, although he was pretty certain who who was, if moderately unconcerned.
She whirled around on the other vampire, her countenance a soaring example of seething rage. “The little mongrel that your loon of a childe dragged home!”
As if enlightened, he nodded. “Oh, him. He is one of the family now, Darla. You should try to be more accommodating.”
She stared at him waiting for the answer and he finally gave in. “I saw him run out with our precious girl not an hour ago. I suspect they’ll be gone a while.” He had no idea what the boy had done this time to infuriate his sire ... and so close their trip to see the Master ... but if enough time passed, William might be able to side-step most of her torturous wrath. He inclined his head toward her hand. “What’s that?”
She held it out to Angelus, her fingers shaking from the effort of restraining that delectable violence inside her. “This is another one of his poems,” she stated with false calm. When he only gave her the blank stare that shouted are you really getting this upset over few words?, she shoved it under his nose and growled, “Read it.”
With a sigh, he took the wrinkled paper.
Roses are red
But blondes are daft and thick
Coz if Darla thinks I’ll let her bat-faced sire shag me
That bitch can suck my -
“I’ll stake him!"
This is for icemink. Happy Birthday! Now write more Fearful Symmetry ... please.
Creative Differences
by FemailoftheSpecies
Pre-canon
R to be safe
Darla and Angelus but its all about William in the end
“Where is he?!” Darla stomped her way around the townhouse, her small booted feet scraping the wooden floors, wild eyes searching every corner. Her left hand tightly clutched at her skirts, lifting them so that she didn't trip, while the right embraced a partially balled up piece of parchment.
Soaking up the heat like a big lazy cat, Angelus sat in the large chair by the fire in the library. “Where’s who?” he asked, although he was pretty certain who who was, if moderately unconcerned.
She whirled around on the other vampire, her countenance a soaring example of seething rage. “The little mongrel that your loon of a childe dragged home!”
As if enlightened, he nodded. “Oh, him. He is one of the family now, Darla. You should try to be more accommodating.”
She stared at him waiting for the answer and he finally gave in. “I saw him run out with our precious girl not an hour ago. I suspect they’ll be gone a while.” He had no idea what the boy had done this time to infuriate his sire ... and so close their trip to see the Master ... but if enough time passed, William might be able to side-step most of her torturous wrath. He inclined his head toward her hand. “What’s that?”
She held it out to Angelus, her fingers shaking from the effort of restraining that delectable violence inside her. “This is another one of his poems,” she stated with false calm. When he only gave her the blank stare that shouted are you really getting this upset over few words?, she shoved it under his nose and growled, “Read it.”
With a sigh, he took the wrinkled paper.
Roses are red
But blondes are daft and thick
Coz if Darla thinks I’ll let her bat-faced sire shag me
That bitch can suck my -
“I’ll stake him!"