"If" isn't a game Darla plays very often. She thinks it's futile and just leads to brooding, which is better left to the male part of the family. But there is one thing she keeps wondering, and it's not what would have happened if she had not visited Ireland and encountered her darling boy, or if she hadn't thought serving gypsy for birthday was a ( Read more... )

When Darla met him the second time, the Immortal was called Marcello. She and Angelus had come to Rome because Darla wanted to see the paintings in the Vatican, but when Angelus decided to indulge himself with some living artwork instead, she saw no reason not to renew her acquaintance with the man who had amused and intrigued her on first sight. ( Read more... )

"Ireland," Charlotte said disdainfully. She was one of the Master's newest aquisitions, and a child of this century entirely. "There is nothing there but sheep and dirt and Catholics. Why would anyone want to go there ( Read more... )

It had been one of Darla's more bewildering weeks. Not on a par with the aftermath of Angel getting cursed with a soul, or with her first days as a human after her resurrection, but certainly memorable, mostly because of the catastrophes which didn't happen ( Read more... )

In lieu of a valentine's gift to not_a_eunuch from Darla, I offer a tabloid ; the result of his current stay in New York to help out Connor*g*

From The Daily Bugle

MUTANT INVASION !

New supervillain sighted

Fang Man: Menace Unbound

New York City, February 14th 2006. Not even two weeks after the demise of the Green Goblin, New Yorkers are threatened anew ( Read more... )

Everyone knows that relying on the kindness of strangers gets you eaten. Or should know, at any rate. Relying on a this for that trade with strangers and aquaintances alike, on the other hand, is good for your continued survival, especially if you manage to keep the advantage in said trades. That's how I lived as a human and as a vampire for eons, ( Read more... )

Wesley ( Read more... )

*after these events*When she had to face the reality of the child growing in her having a soul, she and Angel were busy fighting each other. Somehow, this ended in her screaming her rage and helplessness at him and him holding her instead of returning her blows when but a minute earlier he had tried to strangle her, futile as the gesture had been ( Read more... )

Trinity is an Irish pub, with dancing in the first floor; she tells herself she picked it as a joke, not as a sentimental indulgence. But then again, she has never been entirely sure of her motives when it came to Angel ( Read more... )