Darla was still annoyed - she didn't need Angel showing up to rescue this girl and ruining her carefully laid plans - but she supposed she couldn't fault Spike for wanting to have a little fun. Just the memory of sharing a soul with that brat she'd carried inside of her was enough to make her feel positively ill. She couldn't imagine how he must feel, considering he'd actually gone in search of his.
"We'll get him back soon enough Dru, dear," the blonde replied, smiling fondly at the dark haired vampire before turning her attention to Veronica.
"Well, aren't you just a sight," she murmured as she drew near the bound girl. Reaching out, she slid one fingernail down the length of Veronica's cheek, slicing the skin just enough to draw a few drops of blood. Raising the now-red tip of her finger to her lips, she daintily sucked on it. Her nostrils flared and her eyes widened slightly at the taste.
Turning back to Spike, Darla said, "I have to hand it to you, you still know how to pick them. This one is just filled to bursting with power. I'm not sure I've ever tasted anything quite like it." She moved away from Veronica, then, and toward the long table covered with various torture devices. Leaning lightly against it, she opted to simply observe Drusilla enjoying her gift. For now.