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beloved_one (beloved_one) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-06-16 11:55:00

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darla, lindsey mcdonald

WHO: Lindsey MacDonald and Darla
WHERE: Some shady area in Lawrence. ~~What? If my town can have one. Lawrence can have one~~
WHEN: Last night. Because I said so.
WHAT: Darla is figuring things out and Lindsey is "not looking for her"
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Ratings: PG-13

Darla knew a lot about staying alive. She had lived for over four hundred years give or take. Even when one counted that fact that she had technically died about four times in said life time; if they figured out even the slightest about Darla they would know that she was the type that would do anything to keep herself up on top. It didn't always fall through - her plans, her thoughts, her actions - but she wasn't one to roll over or let that stop her from enjoying herself, being the best, ... keep on keepin' on. She existed to live her life to the fullest. She existed to live another day, or unlife for that matter. The fact that it spited a lot of people was just a benefit. A very good one but not the main one. Darla was just the type that enjoyed the freedom that could be found in knowing that you just had one more day in doing whatever the hell you pleased.

This now? Wasn't freedom. It was a cage to her. This soul. Always had bee. Probably always would be. And she certainly wasn't living anything to the fullest, staying in a seedy motel. However, she was living. William didn't know her as well as he probably thought he did. Not many thought that they would ever spot Darla - who adored the richer and finer things of life - in some dirty motel. Yet she had went there when she had been human to avoid being handled and manipulated by Wolfram and Hart. And she was in one now because not many would ever think to look for her there.

And the Slayer and her little dog would be looking for her. Oh, how the Not-So-Mighty had fallen. At least Drusilla had class and a charm to her. They would be looking for Darla without a soul. In all of the wrong places. And by the time they would find her? She would figure something out.

Darla had .. faith in herself. If one had to use the word. Because if Darla believed in anyone it was in herself. She always had.

She was wearing clothes she had convinced a male shop clerk to give to her. Some men just made the rest of them look worse in general. And some men were truly just far too kind hearted for their good. Benevolent sexism, she believed the word was? Whatever the case. Darla didn't rightly care. It had gotten her clothing and she hadn't even have to turn on her seduction tactics.

Unlike what she had done with a college "goth" or whatever the hell those Anne Rice vampire-wannabes called themselves. She never would have fancied that she would find any in Kansas but children these days. Bad ideas seemed to float everywhere and rot the mind of the masses so easily. Not that she complained. She'd gotten half of dinner from him.

No she hadn't killed him. No she hadn't eaten her full. If she had. He would have been dead. Darla had quite the appetite. Neverthlesss, she was capable of self-control. No. The little college boy was off, more than a little woozy, and perfectly safe. She had pushed off the rest of the hunger with ... pig's blood. It was disgusting and it wasn't anyway she wanted to live.

Yet here she was living it. For one simple reason.

Irritation was palpable as Darla continued her way back to her motel room.

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stopitevilhand
2010-06-16 06:25 pm UTC (link)

Since Eve's arrival and their discussion over dinner, Lindsey had gone from looking at his current job as a way to get by to some place he didn't want to be. She was right. He was better than that, cleaning off tables and serving food to people he could screw over so quick, they never would have been able to say what had happened when asked later. Maybe it was a paycheck, but he could do better. As if figuring out how he was going to get out of that situation wasn't enough, a certain blond's arrival had added a complication to his thoughts.

He'd cared about Darla, once upon a time, and part of him still did. In the back of his mind, he'd known that she hadn't wanted him the way he'd wanted her and that he'd blamed Angel for. It was always about Angel. He'd seen the souled vampire as not good enough for her. The high and mighty attitude, pretending to be a crusader for good while denying the darker part of his nature. To Lindsey, she'd been someone maybe as broken, if not moreso, than him. When she'd packed up and left, it had hurt and pissed him off. He knew it was coming.

Then came Eve. There was little that she and Darla had in common, except for that vicious mind and confidence. It had taken him a while to warm up to her. She was supposed to be a pawn in his game and instead had become his co-conspirator, even defying the Senior Partners to stand by his side. To mortality and then to death. Then she'd ended up here with him. Now, there were two of them. While Lindsey swore to himself and to Eve that the past was the past (except when it came to killing Angel), there was still that curiosity.

The path was a longer route back to the apartment building, one that Lindsey occasionally took when he didn't feel like returning to the apartment right away. Tonight he'd just wanted the time to think, to plan. What he didn't expect, and yet it didn't surprise him, was to run into the familiar face that had been on his mind the past couple of days. He slowed and came to a stop.

"I was wondering when I'd be running into you."

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beloved_one
2010-06-18 01:01 am UTC (link)

"Were you?" The question was rhetorical if it was anything. It was more of an idle musing. Pride in humans was usually laughable to her. Pride in most beings was. Not many could pull it off or had the proper right to it. Yet Lindsey, despite his pesky little morality issues that he seemed to let bother it, seemed to have the right about of it. That and fortitude. Darla didn't like many humans but she liked Lindsey. She knew he wouldn't have gone looking for her. Because of that pride and fortitude. And if that little girl's warning had been anything to go by, probably because of her too. Lindsey was, surprisingly, misguidedly loyal. No. Darla knew he wouldn't go out looking for her. At least not intentionally.

But she knew they would have run into each other sooner or later. Sooner, rather than later. Because intentions aside and as nice as that fortitude was, Lindsey was drawn to her. Some might call that ego but Darla considered it accepting what was obvious. She knew her value. And she knew those looks he had given to her once upon a time. That seemed like ages ago now. Which was saying something coming from someone like her. He had this need to make sure that she was all okay. Which had as much to do with something in him as it had to do with her. Even if he'd grown as a person and was loyal to his little girlfriend. Even if he didn't want her the way he once had. That habit was still there. Even if it had dulled down over the years, it would always be there. Because in her opinion humans were much more creatures of habits than vampires.

And Darla knew that she was the kind of dark habit that would always stick in the back of a person's mind. Whether they were a former lawyer for an evil firm or a vampire with a soul.

"Well here I am." If there words were more than just a little bitter. Who could blame her? She was supposed to be dead. Possibly to be further used by the Powers that Be to send hopeful messages to her son -- assholes.

"You grew out your hair." She said with a small tilt of her head and the tiniest of smiles. After studying him in silence for a moment. Words a little bit too random, even for her. But she was tired and still hungry. And why not start a conversation about hair? Better than the million other things she knew he wanted to say and ask."I like it."

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stopitevilhand
2010-06-18 02:33 am UTC (link)

That was a question he knew he didn't have to answer. He hadn't put the effort into it for several reasons, knowing what had happened the last time, the life he was trying to build with Eve. If people like them could build that coexistence that didn't involve them plotting. He'd given it a couple of weeks before they got restless and decided to take matters into their own hand. Instead, the seal had decided to randomly pull from his dimension again and brought Darla. That had certainly made things more interesting.

In a way, he owed Darla for his exit from the firm just after she'd left Los Angeles. When Special Projects had first put the plan into motion, she was just part of the plan. Then he'd gotten to know her, watched her resist the firm's manipulation and the firm itself in action. Somewhere along that line, he'd begun questioning what he was doing at the firm. "Here you are." There was a witty remark there about how she couldn't stay dead but he was still sore over his own death. That was a subject tread lightly around.

"I'm not a lawyer anymore," he replied, grinning. "I don't have to meet the professional standards anymore. Thought why not?" He shrugged idly and crossed his arms over his chest. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. "You look as good as ever." Although it was said in his usual dry manner, there was a note of genuine emotion underneath. Those feelings hadn't completely faded with the years. Even now, even knowing she was perfectly capable of doing so herself, better than him, a part of him still wanted to protect her.

"It's good to see you again. That seal continually bringing in the white hats was getting a little old."

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beloved_one
2010-06-20 06:35 am UTC (link)

Darla tilted her head and brows raised. The look on her face wasn't impressed exactly but it was a very near thing. And the smile that curved just slightly on her mouth wasn't at all mocking. "Congratulations." She said. And it wasn't so much sincerity - because a couple of days she was not already letting it affect her, she had been stronger than that the second and third time - but an acknowledgment. She recalled how he would always take showers after coming back to his apartment from his work. The thought still made her want to roll his eyes. But he had gotten out from under their thumb. She figured out how Wolfram and Hart worked during her ... stay there. She knew that was quite a feat for anyone in their payroll, whether human or not. "It suits you." Whether he choose to take being from out under their thumb or the hair ... or both, was up to him.

Although it did seem to suit him, the former, as far as she could tell.

"Death does wonders for the skin." Darla retorted, tone soft. She wasn't bitter about it. Not really. She wouldn't, couldn't with the soul, regret loving Connor and dying for him. What she was bitter about was the here and now.

"Don't tell me you were getting bored of giving them a little hell, Lindsey?" Her tone amused. Though she would have thought the same thing. Which was likely why she said, "It's good to see you again, too."

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stopitevilhand
2010-06-20 01:10 pm UTC (link)

"Thanks." Lindsey tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment. As far as days went, that had been one of his favorites. He'd finally managed to unnerve Lilah so much it had shown on her face and the board of directors had been quick to follow. Researching the firm after he was left, he could almost say for certain that his impromptu exit had been one of the more creative ones that any of the firm's employees had ever managed. Probably because they weren't expecting it out of him, of all people.

"I took a page out of your book. Use the firm but don't let them use you," he added. "Worked well, which isn't surprising. Although I'm still a little bummed that you didn't add Lilah to the numbers in the basement." The last part was added half jokingly, half seriously. The other lawyer had kept him at his best but their cutthroat competition made him wonder what it might have been like if he hadn't had her to deal with after that fateful night.

Death. He'd heard rumors, more than enough to believe it had actually happened, but the how had remained a mystery. Whatever the case had been, it had been hard to hear, even after her sudden departure without a word and screwing Angel. He never appreciated her the way he should have. "Too bad that wouldn't catch on. There would be a few annoyances we'd be spared." Mostly idiot socialites but it was an improvement on the population.

"Not bored. That's when you start changing up the game," he said, laughter in his voice. "But when there's plenty of them and very few you'd get along with, then there's a problem." The sentiment mutual, Lindsey wondered if this was the point where normal people exchanged a hug or a handshake. That just didn't seem to fit the two of them.

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