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FIC: Bloody Unnatural

Title: Bloody Unnatural
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel crossover
Characters: Spike, Darla
Word Count: ~1500 words
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Buffy early S6, Angel early S3

Disclaimer: None of these characters are belong to me. They are belong to Whedon, Greenwalt, ME, and co.

Someone’s burning candles in his crypt. He pauses at the door, listening for life. Used to be he’d find Dawn here, curled up in a chair, asleep or staring at a wall, but she has another, warmer corpse to huddle next to now. More lately it’s been Buffy he stumbles in on now and again staring dully into space, face closed, eyes dead as ash. But it won’t be her; he’s just tailed her safely home from patrol and watched her bedroom window go dark. There’s also that Selnak that's had it in for him since he ran its nest-mates through - a side gig, not Scooby stuff. None of their business if he goes about killing a few nasties on his own time.

But there’s no scent of blood, human or demon, living or spilt, and no sound but the faintest muffled heartbeat - rat, likely, probably nestled in his cushions somewhere. Home sweet home.

He'll just have to take his chances. He pushes the door in.

The woman wrapped in a serape on the sofa glints her familiar, brittle smile. “Spike.”

He’s already reaching in his duster pocket for the stake. It’s instinct; he’s barely grasped who she is. “Darla.”

“Aren’t you glad to see me?”

“Can’t say I am.” His fingers tighten around the worn wood.

She catches sight of it and rolls her eyes. “Don’t bother with that thing, I’m not here for trouble.”

“Aren’t you, then. ‘Fraid maybe you haven’t heard the word. I’m in the staking business now.”

She heaves a sigh. “Is Dru here?”

“Haven’t seen her in months. Don’t know where she is. Now, would you mind getting out of my crypt?”

She closes her eyes, rubs at her temples. “Look, Spike, could you just wait a minute? Please?”

Please. There’s a word he wouldn’t have thought ever to hear from her, not directed at him or anyone. Nor is she as glamorous and glowy as her usual. Her hair falls in yellow strings and her eyes are shadowed some way that isn’t just lack of sleep.

Stake still in hand, he steps just far enough inside his front door to lean against the sarcophagus. Not relaxed, but sitting, after a fashion. “I don’t know where Dru is,” he repeats.

“She came to get you.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t want to go. Doesn’t look like you stuck around so long yourself.”

She snorts. “‘The next time I see you, I’ll have to kill you.’ Seems I was no longer welcome.”

“Our Angelus tell you that?”

She glares at him. “I didn’t come here to talk about Angelus.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know what you did come here for.”

She huffs a sigh. “Neither do I.” Then she sniffles. A tear rolls down her cheek. Then another. And then she lays her head on the back of the sofa and starts to bawl.

If it’s a trick… she would pull that sort of trick, just a moment and she’ll turn around and laugh at the look on his face. But she doesn’t, and after a bit he goes and finds the tissue box he lifted when Dawn first started coming around.

Darla takes a tissue and rubs it at her eyes. After a moment she’s back to a sniffle, and then her eyes are open again, reddened but clear. “It’s these damned hormones,” she says.

“Ah, love.” He doesn’t know why he called her that. Darla never had any patience with pet names. “No pulse. No breath. And no hormones.”

“Next you’ll be telling me we don’t get pregnant.”


She flings open the serape.

He lifts one careful eyebrow. “Dru didn’t mention you’d one in the oven when she turned you.” Doesn’t seem the sort of thing Dru’d leave out, either, though trying to predict Dru is a fool’s game. “Developing quite a flare, our Dru. Gets it from her da.” He feels his expression souring.

“No, I got this from her da.”

He settles slowly back against the sarcophagus. “Did you now.”

“He’s my next stop. I figure if anyone can explain this to me, it’ll be him and his little band of do-gooders. But I thought maybe Dru, with the sight…”

“Sorry, love.” A thought catches at him. “ S’got a heartbeat.” That was what he heard, standing outside the crypt.


“Does it hurt?” Like it hurt her, he means, the merry buxom girl Angelus turned when she was just weeks from birthing. An experiment, he called her, one of several during that obsession with the scientific method. Risen, the fledgling curled in on herself and screamed until she’d no voice left. She wouldn’t move, wouldn’t even take blood, and Darla eventually staked her. She said the girl would draw attention, but Spike didn’t believe even then that that was why she’d done it, nor that her taste for veal was the only reason she didn’t let Angelus try again.

Darla snorts a laugh. “Everything hurts. Back, neck, ankles. Cramps. I threw up blood every morning for six months.” But then she shakes her head, and he knows she knows what he meant. “No,” she says softly, “It doesn’t hurt.” She pulls the rough red cloth around her again and he isn’t sorry. Even living on a Hellmouth hasn’t prepared him for this.

“Is there anything I can do?” he finds himself saying, and then glares at her for surprising it out of him. This isn’t a sodding family reunion.

But she’s hauling herself - ungainly, unbalanced - to her feet, not even looking at him. “Just need to get to the station before my bus leaves.” She glanced up at him, eyebrow cocked. “Am I likely to run into your Slayer?”

Not my Slayer don’t I wish what do you mean my Slayer…?

“This place reeks of her.” She peers into the shadowed corners of the crypt as though expecting someone to leap from one of them, and then she turns that searching glance on Spike. “It’s a bit unusual, don’t you think, the Slayer fraternizing with a vampire?”

“You think I bloody well don’t know?” A flash of light in her eyes, and he knows he’s given himself away. But then, she probably already guessed.

She laughs that low, controlled laugh that betrays no amusement. “Funny how I lose all my men to the same woman, one way or another.”

“Never under the impression I was one of yours.”

She shrugs the objection away. “Dru’s the only pure one anymore, you know that?”

Lesson number one: vampire means impure.

“Angelus with his soul, me with this - thing. And you chasing after that Slayer slut. What’s become of us? The scourge of Europe and beyond, and we’re the tabloid gossip of our own kind.” She starts to tear up again, but she blinks them away. “And now I’m sentimental, and nostalgic - stake me now, Spike.”

He’s seen that dullness in another's eyes; he knows she isn’t kidding, even if she doesn’t. He doesn’t care to ask why it matters to him. “None of that, now. I take a holiday when family’s in town. Let’s see you off to the great metropolis, shall we?”

She grabs his arm and pulls him to her - no question of being weak in her delicate condition, no. With a grip like steel she pulls his hand in and lays it on that broad round belly she hasn’t any right to. “Do you feel it?”

He’d pull away but she isn’t letting go, and after two surreptitious, panicked breaths he relaxes long enough to hear that gentle beating again through his fingertips, and then startle backwards at a jab of movement against his palm. Darla releases him and watches, gaze unreadable, as he stumbles away.

“It’s bloody unnatural,” he says, shoulders hunched against his own jumpy nerves.

“And your pretty dreams about the Slayer aren’t?” She doesn’t give him a chance to answer. “We’re vampires, Spike - we’ve always been abominations. No one cares if we’re a little bit more unnatural now. Who’s checking to see we’re good little vampires, following the rules? When did we ever admit that there were rules? When did you?” She looks up at him with the barest hint of a smirk.

He gives her the blue inscrutable, waiting for some sense to fall out of this Socratic engagement. Then - Your pretty dreams about the Slayer? Surely she isn’t giving her blessing… “What did you come here for?”

She grimaces. “I told you. Nostalgia, sentiment. It’s not pretty.” She hefts the duffle sitting at the sofa’s end and flashes him a smile with a touch of her old humor - not that those smiles were ever visited much on him. “Be a good boy, William.”

And then she’s gone. He doesn’t follow; it isn’t as though she’s ever had much need for chivalrous protection.

Bloody obnoxious woman. Served the brooding bastard right - not that he ever seemed to notice what a dreary time he was having. Deserved each other, they did.

Still... Bloody abomination, that's him. Doesn't hurt to have company, he supposes. Even hers.



( 33 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 16th, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
I love this. Exactly the conversation I would imagine they'd have.
Nov. 17th, 2008 12:42 pm (UTC)
Yay! Glad you enjoyed. :)
Nov. 16th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
Very nice!
Nov. 17th, 2008 12:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Nov. 16th, 2008 07:54 pm (UTC)
Bloody abomination, that's him. Doesn't hurt to have company, he supposes. Even hers.

Excellent - their shared human elements are what disgust their vampire selves yet redeem each of them in their own way. Lovely conversation, with very good voices.
Nov. 17th, 2008 01:21 am (UTC)
Loved this. Not nearly enough stories told with these two. And I love the idea of Spike knowing that Darla was pregnant before Angel. The little touches like her getting emotional due to hormones, wanting Spike to feel the baby and mentioning how Dru is the only "pure" one were really well done.
(no subject) - snickfic - Nov. 17th, 2008 12:34 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Nov. 17th, 2008 01:09 am (UTC)
This is excellent missing scene. You capture the character so well, I can hear them talking to each other as I read.
Nov. 17th, 2008 12:34 pm (UTC)
Aw, yay. Glad you enjoyed. :)
Nov. 17th, 2008 03:29 am (UTC)
How the mighty have fallen! I loved how he unfolds at the sight of her tears. Out come the tissues, then the pet name, finally the offer to see her to the station. He can't help himself, it seems. This story does make me wish that Darla had managed to find Dru. A little sisterly affection would have made a huge difference to her at this point.

Well done.
Nov. 17th, 2008 12:41 pm (UTC)
Ya know, I hadn't even noticed that progression (tissues, pet name, offer) until you mentioned it. :p Glad you enjoyed!

On Darla and Dru: Expectations is a piece that approaches the 'tween-seasons from a different angle that's kind of neat. (There's not nearly enough gen Darla fic, IMO, so I sort of started collecting it.)
Nov. 17th, 2008 04:57 am (UTC)
Wow! Another Spike and Darla story! I've never seen any of those before, and now two almost at once.

And it's perfect, too. None of them know who they are any more, do they? (Dru may be "pure", but she's off her rocker anyway.) There's something delightfully twisted about it all.
Nov. 17th, 2008 12:37 pm (UTC)
There's something delightfully twisted about it all.

Yay for delightful twistiness! Glad you enjoyed.

A confession: now that I've found a place to put it, I'm gradually posting my backlog of fic. I do not usually produce this regularly. *g*
Nov. 17th, 2008 07:31 pm (UTC)
Lovely missing scene between them, with great character voices. Well done.
Nov. 17th, 2008 10:26 pm (UTC)
Yay, thank you! To me, character voices are key, so I'm glad mine worked for you. :)
Nov. 18th, 2008 12:44 am (UTC)
This was just fascinating. One of those interesting little pieces that makes me very grateful for fan fic.
Nov. 18th, 2008 02:50 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you. :)
Nov. 20th, 2008 03:12 pm (UTC)
That was more perfect than words can tell!
Nov. 20th, 2008 03:37 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you!
Nov. 21st, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
Love it. Great idea to have this little encounter - I love Darla and her interaction with Spike is charming, so many layers. You've managed to capture it authentically. Of course he would immediately fall into chivalrous-mode and of course she would reject that!

And it manages to be warm and caring without detracting from either character. :D
Nov. 24th, 2008 04:29 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! Authentic yet warm-and-caring moments are one of my loves, so I'm doubly glad it came across that way for you. :)
Nov. 24th, 2008 06:15 pm (UTC)
Again, I love the way you write these two interacting. I especially liked the mention of Angelus turning a pregnant woman and the result--I'd never considered what would happen in those circumstances, but your spin on it is very, very interesting.

This is my favorite section, right on:

“You think I bloody well don’t know?” A flash of light in her eyes, and he knows he’s given himself away. But then, she probably already guessed.

She laughs that low, controlled laugh that betrays no amusement. “Funny how I lose all my men to the same woman, one way or another.”

“Never under the impression I was one of yours.”

She shrugs the objection away. “Dru’s the only pure one anymore, you know that?”

Lesson number one: vampire means impure.

“Angelus with his soul, me with this - thing. And you chasing after that Slayer slut. What’s become of us? The scourge of Europe and beyond, and we’re the tabloid gossip of our own kind.”
So very, very true, all of it, and very in character for both of them.

Great work!
Nov. 24th, 2008 08:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! It's great knowing which particular bits got you the most. :)
Mar. 11th, 2009 07:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, the disfunction...

Could be something vaguely profound in the fact that Dru, the only 'normal' vamp of the lot is off her rocker, or maybe I'm just feeling overly philosophical.
Mar. 11th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC)
I kind of don't think the insane vamp being the "normal" one was intentional, but it seems like you could write some really interesting fic using that premise.

Speaking of Dru, you're writing a Spike/Dru futurefic, yes? I have the link to the prologue saved somewhere so I could read it when I got a chance. I'm very interested to see what you do with that. I loved Spike/Dru in canon but have never quite been able to figure how to write anything substantial about them, because they're so static in a lot of ways, especially Dru.
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Mar. 24th, 2009 10:41 pm (UTC)
Nice conversation that they could have had. We really never see Spike and Darla interact.
Mar. 24th, 2009 10:59 pm (UTC)
And it's such a shame that we didn't - they could be so much fun together, I think. Spike&Darla (and even, very rarely, Spike/Darla) fics are one of my kinks. *g*
Dec. 1st, 2009 11:19 am (UTC)
I don't know how I missed this when you first posted it. Possibly, we weren't friended then. Spike/Darla being one of my favourite pairings, I loved this, though it's so beautifully written I probably would have loved it even if I didn't like the pairing. Great character voices for both of them.

Edited at 2009-12-01 02:19 pm (UTC)
Dec. 1st, 2009 10:15 pm (UTC)
I think probably we weren't friended yet - this is one of the first fics I ever posted. (In case you missed it, the other one is also about Spike and Darla.)

I adore Spike/Darla in a gen way - I'd love to have seen them meet up in canon sometime, like here. I have dreams of someday writing an early BtVS S5 romp with the two of them, when Darla's human and Spike's hasn't yet accepted being in love with the Slayer. Let the sniping and snarking commence!
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