Darling One

by DaBillmann

A/N: I've often wondered how things would have gone on Buffy if Angel had never been cursed. Which got me thinking, "what if it were somebody else?" Darla seemed the obvious choice, as she was the one who actually kidnapped the girl. I also got to thinking about Darla as the vampire with a soul, and about how Liam had been kind of a jerk before he was turned, maybe not evil, but not the best person, and THAT got me thinking "Just because Darla was a prostitute, dying of syphilis when the Master turned her, doesn't mean she was a BAD person." Face it, at that time, a young girl with no money and no family had few choices in life. She might feel responsible for Angelus' mayhem and her mission may be very different from Angel's mission of redemption. So, anyway, this story will cover Darla filling much of the Angel role, and an OC of mine filling a sort of combination of the Doyle and Whistler roles. That will become more clear as the story goes along. Writing at least two stories at once so, can't promise how frequent updates will be. Story will be rated M for language, and sexual situations including femslash. Will have spanking references if not actual spanking. And, of course, an OC who could be considered a Mary Sue by some. If any of these things offend you, I'm fine with you not reading it. Reviews, positive or negative are always welcome, but if negative, please have the decency to say something more constructive than "You SUCK!" lol.

A/N2: I will be following the timeline of the tv show but, as I can't always remember when a song came out, or what slang that we use today was not in use at the time (I AM almsot fifty years old!) there may be some anarchonisms.

Prologue:

Romania 1898

The elders and the wise women of the Kalderash clan stood around the cauldron, changing. Petru snarled as they performed The Ritual of Restoration. Very soon, he would have his revenge.

His beloved daughter, the Jewel of the Kalderash, had gone missing, and no matter how they searched, they could not find her. Finally, the Magda, one of the wise women, managed to locate her using a scrying spell. Petru and others rushed to the site, but when they got there, all they found was her body, completely drained of blood, clearly the work of a vampire.

Petru had gone into a blind rage and it had taken four men to hold him down. The entire clan was enraged that anyone would take their Jewel from them, and it took little convincing to get them to perform the ritual.

"All the Gods, both light and dark, hear my plea," intoned Magda. "Punish the one who took our Jewel from us. Restore their soul so they may feel the pain of all the deeds they have done. Give us our vengance!"

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Darla screamed in ecstacy. Angelus had berely been able to contain himself, and had started tearing her clothes from her in front of Spike and Drusilla. Not that the four of them had not been sexual in front of each other before. Both fell back on the ground panting.

Suddenly, Darla contracted in pain. "What's wrong, Darlin'?" asked Angelus in his Irish brogue.

Darla just screamed and dou bled over, her eyes glowing a strange mystical yellow. "Angelus!" she screamed holding out a hand to her to him. A glowing light surrounded her body, then vanished, leaving her on the ground, crying.

"What the bleedin' hell is goin' on here?" came Spikes voice as he and Drusilla came rushing in, neither of them fully dressed.

Dru looked at Darla, a look of horror on her voice. "She's gone," the mad vampire wailed. "Grandmummy has all gone away!"

"Are you daft, girl," snapped Angelus, crouching down by Darla. "She's right here." He had no patience right now for Dru's meanderings.

"No," said Dru, calmer, but sadly now. "They took her from us. The nasty gypsy's took her from us!"

"What the hell does THAT mean?" asked Spike, looking to Angelus, who jsut shook his head.

Darla huddled on the ground, reliving every moment of her life as a vampire.

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Hours later, after having confronted Petru and learned the truth, Darla stood before the smoking ruins of the Kalderah clan. After learning of what had been done, Angelus and Spike went on a tear, taking Drusilla with them, none of them thinking about the fact that they were murdering the only people who could reverse the curse.

Darla shook her head in disgust. "Idiots," she murmered.

A/N3: It's kinda short,but I wanted to see if anybody would be interested in a story like this. Let me know what you think.