“ You should, because this will be the last time you lay your pretty eyes on me, you perv. ” she said, releasing her fangs, quickly taking a better taste on his neck.
The couple was intrigued in two the woman seemed rather confused while the man was mesmerized by her. “ i don't remember. should I? ”
Darla smiled mischievously as she circled him.
*he hangs back, arms folding as he leans against the balcony. Watching with curiosity as she slides in to ruin their evening. Smirking once her gaze lands back on him*
“ Aw I feel pitty for them, they seem to really like each other. however, first things first it comes my hunger. ”
She started walking to get closer to the couple. “ do you remember me, love? ” Darla couldn't deny —— her male prey was kind hot.
She eyed Damon from a distance.
*he spies the two in question quickly, chuckling low and shaking his head. Because of course she'd go for ruining something in getting fed. Looking to her with a dark smirk* Looks like...
Darla smirked, she knew better than anyone what he was talking about.
“ you can still have it, if you want. ”
She circle him placing a hand on his shoulder, comforting him.
“ that’s exactly what i want to do , having some fun by the moonlight, what can be better than this? ”
"The times before the curse, mostly. How much I miss those days. All that good stuff."
He gave a little shrug and he was being honest.
"Oh I still know you. It's been years but I still do. We could always do a little hunting. Have fun. Like the old days."
When they reached the balcony, they saw a couple, a couple who seemed happy dancing while kissing passionately.
“Well, it looks like we're going to have to interrupt these lovebirds.” Darla laughed gleefully as she looked at Damon; she wanted to know what his reaction would be.
Darla gave a short laugh and grinned.
She loved being the center of attention and especially being the one in control.
“ mmh, I smell something strong nearby. let’s go upstairs to the balcony, they’re there. ”
“ And what were you thinking about us? May I know? ”
Darla knew exactly how to manipulate Angel's mind if she wanted to.
“ come on, Angel. do you know me, or you don’t know me anymore? ”
"Us too, I was thinking about us too. Don't worry."
He watched as she circled around him, hands sliding into his pockets.
"Yeah, I remember. We often got into a lot of trouble when we got bored. Well, what can I do to cure your boredom?"
The blonde looked around, running her fingers across his half-naked chest.
" well, my dear, this is where we have to observe and see who is truly worth sacrificing. ”
Plenty to choose from, Darla. *leaning into her cold touch, enough to sink her sharpened nail into his skin. Drawing beads of his own crimson that immediately heal over* But an appetiser couldn't hurt.
“ I hope in that sentence you just said —— you put /us/ in between. ”
Darla smirked walking him in circles as she was stalking her prey.
“ Not much, just bored and when Darla is bored . . . Not very good things happen. ”
@lawyerforsatan “ i think it can work. i’m just scared of the real world now. everything feels so different. ” darla showed concerned, because since she was brought back she hasn’t feel the same.
Darla turned to face Lilah, her expression calm and collected. she then gave a small nod in response to the question.
“ i’m doing well, thank you . ”
“ it's strange being back after everything that happened . . . ”
@sadisticlore it’d been a few days since they’d brought Darla back from the dead and Lilah had been charged with looking after her. She walked into her office and looked over at the petite blonde. “How’re you doing today?” She asked.
She loved when a man knew what he wanted, have some guts and attitude, as well.
“ i like that. but where’s our fresh meat? we gotta save the best for last. ” she exclaimed as she lightly ran her fingernail across Damon's face, caressing him.
*not one to need direction, but he lets it slide. Preferring not to become a stain on the floor. Shrugging a shoulder, he grips her tight and keeps her close. A faint smirk on his lips at the promise* Threatening me with a good time, blondie.
I ain’t showing you that —— yet. Don’t you like some mystery?
Well.
the kind ones were we roam over some fresh meat and then we dance and drink like there’s no tomorrow.