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As I stuff another dress into a duffel bag, I snort softly. My childe has already paid me in pain and heartbreak. All Lindsey wants is some kind of childish revenge.

And he wants to die. He wanted me to kill him. In that wine cellar, in his office, tonight as he pounded me into the sofa. He waited for the killing bite.

"Did you enjoy it?" Lindsey bit out, unable to look at the woman curled into the far corner of the couch.

"I guess with your wide variety of experience, you'd know," was the snide response.

The vampiress winced slightly, not wanting to acknowledge how much Lindsey's anger was affecting her. As much as she could, she cared for the scarred and bitter lawyer. His dark love for her melted some of the discontent she suffered in this existence.

Since her turning, he'd done nothing more than caress the back of her hand, but she knew...She could now see it in the fiery depths of his oddly light colored eyes.

A shiver went through her and she wrapped her cardigan tighter around her, waiting almost eagerly for the first blow.

Darla arched one eyebrow, frowning as the movement pulled the scarred flesh on her face. "I don't give, Lindsey, I take, remember?"

Lindsey turned sideways, leaning forward, his weight on his left hand on the back of the couch. "I can take, too," he whispered, his voice hard and cold.

At that, Darla smiled slightly, but the humor didn't reach her eyes. "Can you? Do you have it in you? *He* hit me, threw me through a glass door, flung me on the bed and ripped my dress. He didn't care about my pleasure. He plundered and pillaged..."

Shrugging elegantly, Darla began to rise to her feet, only to have her wrist captured in his hand. As she sank back down, she watched his thumb rub gently at a purple bruise.

"He held you down." It wasn't a question. "Did you like that?" He looked up at her, meeting her solemn gaze.

"I'm not a whore, not anymore. More importantly, I'm not one of your demon whores." She smirked at the surprise on his face. "What? You think I didn't know? That I couldn't smell them on you?" She leaned in and whispered, "Did you fuck them because you didn't dare fuck me?"

She could almost see his heart sink in his chest and the blind anger rise. "Such potential trapped in a mortal shell..."

Lindsey's fingers tightened and he smiled darkly as he realized his bruises would join his enemy's.

"If you want to be like him, stop asking permission," Darla taunted, tugging his hand towards the front of her tank top. She smiled in answering darkness as his fingers curled around the flimsy silk.

The red dress has a strap broken, a tear in the hem. The tank top's front is ripped to the waist.

I kick them out of my way and reach for another dress. Such lovely and simple clothing in this era. Not the grace of petticoats and bustles, but the freedom more than makes up for that. No longer the protection of layers of cloth.

As Darla lay beneath his plunging body, her hands gripping his rippling biceps, her legs angling around his hips, she marveled at the ease Angel had pulled her dress from her, shredded the scrap of silk covering her mound, and plunged to her core. For a man who clearly hadn't had sex in years, he certainly hadn't forgotten anything. He'd been inside her three minutes after throwing them both down on the bed.

She had been soaking wet for him from the first kiss. The blow had only heightened her lust. Her body had remembered his, molding to his thick length, opening for him and clenching around him, making him growl and grunt in mindless need.

His movements were hard and fast, just like she liked it. His hands were rough on her breasts, squeezing and fondling her supple flesh until she moaned and arched into him. Darla felt the beginnings of an orgasm and bucked against him, clutching him to her and dragging his head down to her neck. As Angel's fangs sank through her tender skin, she yelled and climaxed wildly.

Sinking beneath him, a languid smile on her face, Darla stroked his back as ripples of pleasure rolled through her. Through glowing eyes she watched him raise his head, blood coloring his lips a dark red. His eyes screwed up, his neck arched, and she urged him on with her hands and words, her inner muscles fluttering around his throbbing cock.

As he slumped over her, she continued to stroke him, her feet sliding up and down the backs of his trembling thighs, her fingernails grazing the small of his back.

When he began to move inside her again, his hardness having never diminished, Darla smiled and moaned in rising lust.

"Again and again and again, my darling boy," she crooned, her body moving with his in eager desire.

Shaking himself like a wild animal, Angel pulled out of her and gripped her shoulder, easily tossing her onto her stomach. His hands closed on hers, dragging them to the bars in the headboard. As Darla wrapped her fingers around the cold brass, she felt his fingers dig into her hips, lifting her.

A loud gasp exploded from her as he thrust powerfully into her. Angel's hands cupped her breasts, squeezing roughly as he draped himself over her back and pounded into her again and again.

Pain blossomed between her legs, but it felt so good all Darla could do was whimper and thrust backwards to meet him. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her hips filled the room, mingling with Angel's grunts and growls and her own growing moans.

As a second powerful orgasm overcame her, Darla screamed into the pillow and shuddered violently. Angel's thrusts became harder, more erratic, and he growled deep in his chest as he shattered inside her.

Still joined, they collapsed, Angel crushing her into the tangled bedding. Finally he moved aside, and as she felt him slip from her aching passage, she murmured, "Again," and reached for him.

With a sweep of a hand, I empty a drawer of flimsy under things, shoving them into the bag, uncaring if they wrinkle. It's unlikely any man will be looking at them anytime soon.

Lindsey's mouth found Darla's throat, his blunt teeth scraping against the cool skin. His tongue found the healing bite marks, and he growled weakly in anger. Hands tightening on her shoulders, he shoved her down into the corner of the couch.

Spilling from the gap in the torn top, Darla's breasts rubbed against his starched shirt, her nipples hardening as fresh desire flooded her. She tugged at the back of his shirt, pulling it from his waistband. Her hands slid beneath the cotton, her fingernails scraping along his back.

She could feel his confined erection pressing against her stomach as he leaned over her, and she arched into him.

Laughter peeled from her and Lindsey's face turned red with anger. Kneeling over her, he jerked her up, then slammed her back down.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." He punctuated each phrase with a hard shake of her limp body, finally flinging her away from him.

Gasping unnecessarily, Darla lay between his legs and reached up to cup him through his wool trousers. Her fingers moved lightly, up and down, finally finding the hook and unhooking it. Pulling down the zipper, she reached into the opening and slid her fingers down the front of his silk boxer shorts.

As her hand closed around him, Lindsey groaned and pulled his shirt over his head. His undershirt followed, as Darla pushed his pants and boxers over his hips.

Caressing his cock with gentle yet firm strokes of her hand, Darla admired his lean, muscular body. Her other hand slid up his torso, massaging his pectorals, then rubbing across his nipples.

Lindsey stared down at her, watching her caress him, her fingers catching the glistening drops of semen, spreading them over his shaft to ease her pumping. His breathing grew heavy and his good hand clenched into a fist, as lust pounded through him.

Moving down over her legs, he peeled her pants down, taking the thong with him. Darla raised her knees and spread them, lifting one over the back of the couch.

Smiling, she slipped one hand through the glistening blonde curls to finger her swollen, hungry flesh. "Here it is, Lindsey. What you've wanted for so long." Her free hand cupped one of her breasts, the thumb brushing back and forth across the taut, rose-colored nipple. "Take it. Make me yours."

"You're taunting me," he growled in frustration, a wave of anger mingling with his harsh lust.

Lindsey fell on her, his left hand lifting her hip, his fake one braced awkwardly on the arm of the couch behind her head. Reaching between them, Darla took hold of his cock and guided it inside her.

As soon as he felt the slippery passage enclosing him, he slammed forward, burying himself inside her. His mouth found her throat, dashing kisses across her neck down to her breasts, as his hips churned rapidly, driving his cock back and forth inside her.

Darla wrapped her other leg around his hips, her hands sliding around his neck and into his hair. She arched up to meet him, milking his body into hers, her own desire making her writhe wildly.

"Lying cunt." He pulled out of her and scrambled up to kneel over her breasts. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her head up.

Smirking, Darla flicked her tongue against the underside of his bobbing cock. She tasted herself and him...and Angel. Opening her mouth, she sucked him inside to the root, her lips smacking hungrily around him.

Cursing, a stream of nearly unintelligible words, Lindsey gripped the back of her neck and let his head fall back, as she worked her mouth and throat on his cock. He rocked on her breasts, feeling her pebbled nipples poking at his ass, and concentrated on the suction of her mouth.

Darla drank him down eagerly, his seed hot and salty in her mouth. With a smack, she pulled her lips free and grinned up at him. "Yummy."

Gasping loudly for breath, Lindsey slumped against the back of the couch, his body shaking in release.

I should have killed him for that alone. My lovers never leave me unfulfilled. But, I had to admire his balls. He left me on the couch, body trembling with desire, tongue tasting of his cum, and stalked into the bedroom.

When he returned, wearing those faded jeans and cowboy boots, his hair mussed, his eyes full of seething hatred, he barely looked at me, didn't even care that I had three fingers inside myself and a thumb rubbing my clit.

I know where he went, of course. Fucking me didn't bring Lindsey the relief he had hoped. His anger was still too raw.

As I pick up the bag and slip the strap over my shoulder, I realize that I actually care. I don't want either of them to die.

I should wait here to see if Lindsey returns. I should welcome him with open arms and a mouth full of fangs. He would make a fascinating vampire, perhaps even one to rival Angelus.

But, then, it's the odd little things, the details that keep this existence tolerable.


	The Last Time I Saw You has moved to... http://www.fangedfour.com/lasttime You will be redirected in 10 seconds. Fanfiction by Author Title Rating/Pairing Title: Details Author: Laure Alexander Rating: NC-17 Pairings: Darla/Angel, Darla/Lindsey Summary: Set after Epiphany, Darla explains to Lindsey her night with Angel. Details. He wanted the details, so I gave them to him. And now he's gone off to confront my boy, to take him out, to make him pay. Make him pay... As I stuff another dress into a duffel bag, I snort softly. My childe has already paid me in pain and heartbreak. All Lindsey wants is some kind of childish revenge. 'You took her away from me, I'm going to beat you up.' Childish... He is so young, so naive, for all his sins. And he wants to die. He wanted me to kill him. In that wine cellar, in his office, tonight as he pounded me into the sofa. He waited for the killing bite. I refused him once again, so he seeks death at the hands of my childe. Silly boy. Death will take him soon enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Did you enjoy it?" Lindsey bit out, unable to look at the woman curled into the far corner of the couch. "It was wonderful. It's always wonderful with him," Darla murmured sadly. "I guess with your wide variety of experience, you'd know," was the snide response. The vampiress winced slightly, not wanting to acknowledge how much Lindsey's anger was affecting her. As much as she could, she cared for the scarred and bitter lawyer. His dark love for her melted some of the discontent she suffered in this existence. Since her turning, he'd done nothing more than caress the back of her hand, but she knew...She could now see it in the fiery depths of his oddly light colored eyes. He was past the point of wooing her. A shiver went through her and she wrapped her cardigan tighter around her, waiting almost eagerly for the first blow. "Give me what you gave him." Darla arched one eyebrow, frowning as the movement pulled the scarred flesh on her face. "I don't give, Lindsey, I take, remember?" Lindsey turned sideways, leaning forward, his weight on his left hand on the back of the couch. "I can take, too," he whispered, his voice hard and cold. At that, Darla smiled slightly, but the humor didn't reach her eyes. "Can you? Do you have it in you? He hit me, threw me through a glass door, flung me on the bed and ripped my dress. He didn't care about my pleasure. He plundered and pillaged..." "You told me this already," he interrupted hoarsely. "Is that how you like it?" Shrugging elegantly, Darla began to rise to her feet, only to have her wrist captured in his hand. As she sank back down, she watched his thumb rub gently at a purple bruise. "He held you down." It wasn't a question. "Did you like that?" He looked up at her, meeting her solemn gaze. "I like it all ways, Lindsey." "I've heard that whores don't like sex." "I'm not a whore, not anymore. More importantly, I'm not one of your demon whores." She smirked at the surprise on his face. "What? You think I didn't know? That I couldn't smell them on you?" She leaned in and whispered, "Did you fuck them because you didn't dare fuck me?" She could almost see his heart sink in his chest and the blind anger rise. "Such potential trapped in a mortal shell..." Lindsey's fingers tightened and he smiled darkly as he realized his bruises would join his enemy's. "Yes," she murmured, arching towards him. "Bruise me, Lindsey." "Is that what you really want?" he asked, recklessness in his voice. "If you want to be like him, stop asking permission," Darla taunted, tugging his hand towards the front of her tank top. She smiled in answering darkness as his fingers curled around the flimsy silk. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The red dress has a strap broken, a tear in the hem. The tank top's front is ripped to the waist. Both rags. I kick them out of my way and reach for another dress. Such lovely and simple clothing in this era. Not the grace of petticoats and bustles, but the freedom more than makes up for that. No longer the protection of layers of cloth. Now...it takes hardly any effort for a man to bare my skin. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Darla lay beneath his plunging body, her hands gripping his rippling biceps, her legs angling around his hips, she marveled at the ease Angel had pulled her dress from her, shredded the scrap of silk covering her mound, and plunged to her core. For a man who clearly hadn't had sex in years, he certainly hadn't forgotten anything. He'd been inside her three minutes after throwing them both down on the bed. She had been soaking wet for him from the first kiss. The blow had only heightened her lust. Her body had remembered his, molding to his thick length, opening for him and clenching around him, making him growl and grunt in mindless need. His movements were hard and fast, just like she liked it. His hands were rough on her breasts, squeezing and fondling her supple flesh until she moaned and arched into him. Darla felt the beginnings of an orgasm and bucked against him, clutching him to her and dragging his head down to her neck. As Angel's fangs sank through her tender skin, she yelled and climaxed wildly. Sinking beneath him, a languid smile on her face, Darla stroked his back as ripples of pleasure rolled through her. Through glowing eyes she watched him raise his head, blood coloring his lips a dark red. His eyes screwed up, his neck arched, and she urged him on with her hands and words, her inner muscles fluttering around his throbbing cock. "Come, my love, come for me. Fill me as no one can." With a roar, Angel came, flooding her body with his long pent up desire. As he slumped over her, she continued to stroke him, her feet sliding up and down the backs of his trembling thighs, her fingernails grazing the small of his back. When he began to move inside her again, his hardness having never diminished, Darla smiled and moaned in rising lust. "Again and again and again, my darling boy," she crooned, her body moving with his in eager desire. Shaking himself like a wild animal, Angel pulled out of her and gripped her shoulder, easily tossing her onto her stomach. His hands closed on hers, dragging them to the bars in the headboard. As Darla wrapped her fingers around the cold brass, she felt his fingers dig into her hips, lifting her. A loud gasp exploded from her as he thrust powerfully into her. Angel's hands cupped her breasts, squeezing roughly as he draped himself over her back and pounded into her again and again. Pain blossomed between her legs, but it felt so good all Darla could do was whimper and thrust backwards to meet him. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her hips filled the room, mingling with Angel's grunts and growls and her own growing moans. As a second powerful orgasm overcame her, Darla screamed into the pillow and shuddered violently. Angel's thrusts became harder, more erratic, and he growled deep in his chest as he shattered inside her. Still joined, they collapsed, Angel crushing her into the tangled bedding. Finally he moved aside, and as she felt him slip from her aching passage, she murmured, "Again," and reached for him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a sweep of a hand, I empty a drawer of flimsy under things, shoving them into the bag, uncaring if they wrinkle. It's unlikely any man will be looking at them anytime soon. Not that either paid much attention tonight. What a waste of money, silk, and lace. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lindsey's mouth found Darla's throat, his blunt teeth scraping against the cool skin. His tongue found the healing bite marks, and he growled weakly in anger. Hands tightening on her shoulders, he shoved her down into the corner of the couch. Spilling from the gap in the torn top, Darla's breasts rubbed against his starched shirt, her nipples hardening as fresh desire flooded her. She tugged at the back of his shirt, pulling it from his waistband. Her hands slid beneath the cotton, her fingernails scraping along his back. She could feel his confined erection pressing against her stomach as he leaned over her, and she arched into him. "Fuck me, Lindsey. You know you want to," she coaxed, cooing into his ear. "Bitch." Laughter peeled from her and Lindsey's face turned red with anger. Kneeling over her, he jerked her up, then slammed her back down. "Shut up, shut up, shut up." He punctuated each phrase with a hard shake of her limp body, finally flinging her away from him. Gasping unnecessarily, Darla lay between his legs and reached up to cup him through his wool trousers. Her fingers moved lightly, up and down, finally finding the hook and unhooking it. Pulling down the zipper, she reached into the opening and slid her fingers down the front of his silk boxer shorts. As her hand closed around him, Lindsey groaned and pulled his shirt over his head. His undershirt followed, as Darla pushed his pants and boxers over his hips. Caressing his cock with gentle yet firm strokes of her hand, Darla admired his lean, muscular body. Her other hand slid up his torso, massaging his pectorals, then rubbing across his nipples. Lindsey stared down at her, watching her caress him, her fingers catching the glistening drops of semen, spreading them over his shaft to ease her pumping. His breathing grew heavy and his good hand clenched into a fist, as lust pounded through him. Finally, he grabbed her hands. "Enough." His voice was hoarse and full of need. Moving down over her legs, he peeled her pants down, taking the thong with him. Darla raised her knees and spread them, lifting one over the back of the couch. Smiling, she slipped one hand through the glistening blonde curls to finger her swollen, hungry flesh. "Here it is, Lindsey. What you've wanted for so long." Her free hand cupped one of her breasts, the thumb brushing back and forth across the taut, rose-colored nipple. "Take it. Make me yours." "You're taunting me," he growled in frustration, a wave of anger mingling with his harsh lust. "Then fuck it out of me." And there was laughter in her voice. Lindsey fell on her, his left hand lifting her hip, his fake one braced awkwardly on the arm of the couch behind her head. Reaching between them, Darla took hold of his cock and guided it inside her. As soon as he felt the slippery passage enclosing him, he slammed forward, burying himself inside her. His mouth found her throat, dashing kisses across her neck down to her breasts, as his hips churned rapidly, driving his cock back and forth inside her. Darla wrapped her other leg around his hips, her hands sliding around his neck and into his hair. She arched up to meet him, milking his body into hers, her own desire making her writhe wildly. "Am I as good as him?" he panted suddenly. "Am I?" "Of course, darling." "Lying cunt." He pulled out of her and scrambled up to kneel over her breasts. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her head up. Smirking, Darla flicked her tongue against the underside of his bobbing cock. She tasted herself and him...and Angel. Opening her mouth, she sucked him inside to the root, her lips smacking hungrily around him. Cursing, a stream of nearly unintelligible words, Lindsey gripped the back of her neck and let his head fall back, as she worked her mouth and throat on his cock. He rocked on her breasts, feeling her pebbled nipples poking at his ass, and concentrated on the suction of her mouth. With a loud grunt, he came, filling her with wild jerks of his hips. Darla drank him down eagerly, his seed hot and salty in her mouth. With a smack, she pulled her lips free and grinned up at him. "Yummy." Gasping loudly for breath, Lindsey slumped against the back of the couch, his body shaking in release. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I never thought he'd have that in him, to fuck my mouth and leave me wanting. I should have killed him for that alone. My lovers never leave me unfulfilled. But, I had to admire his balls. He left me on the couch, body trembling with desire, tongue tasting of his cum, and stalked into the bedroom. When he returned, wearing those faded jeans and cowboy boots, his hair mussed, his eyes full of seething hatred, he barely looked at me, didn't even care that I had three fingers inside myself and a thumb rubbing my clit. He just stalked by me and out the door. I know where he went, of course. Fucking me didn't bring Lindsey the relief he had hoped. His anger was still too raw. He's gone to kill my boy. I wonder if he'll succeed. As I pick up the bag and slip the strap over my shoulder, I realize that I actually care. I don't want either of them to die. I should wait here to see if Lindsey returns. I should welcome him with open arms and a mouth full of fangs. He would make a fascinating vampire, perhaps even one to rival Angelus. But... It's his humanity that draws me. Odd, I know. But, then, it's the odd little things, the details that keep this existence tolerable.