Title: Rebirth and Justice
	Author: Criss Moody wyoluvr@yahoo.com
	Date: February 18th, 2001
	Disclaimer: Ha, hardy har.  No, I don’t own them, Joss
	does.  Sue him.
	Distribution: List archives.  Ask nicely, and the girls can
	come over to play.
	Spoilers: Up through "Reunion."
	Pairing: Darla/Drusilla, Darla/Other, Drusilla/Other
	Summary: Darla and Drusilla and second-hand revenge.
	Rating: NC-17 for blood, f/f sex, and darkness.
	Notes: Betated by the wonderful Random.  All goof-ups are
	entirely my fault.  Inspired by the quote at the beginning
	of the story.
	Feedback: Gives my ego reason to live.

The concept of rebirth on earth...it would enable us to believe there is justice in the universe. - C.J. Ducasse

Darla shivered in the pre-dawn air. Strange to feel the loss of the night’s chill as a mortal feels the loss of the sun’s warmth. The sun already bled into the edges of the horizon, the cityscape glowing against the still dark sky. In minutes, a smog beautiful morning would wash over L.A. Not that Darla would know. She had other things on her mind during her recent brush with mortality.

A mocking smile graced her pale pink mouth. Ah, mortality. She could feel it, just a shadow, scratching like mice in a cage. Her soul was gone, but she missed her mortality. A vague sadness for the tainted warmth she'd had recently. Tainted with the same dirty stink of venereal disease ruining the flesh, rotting the beautiful body cell by cell. But all the same, Darla had genuinely enjoyed being mortal in the modern age. If she tried very hard, she could remember the terrified regret rising in her throat as Drusilla sank into her, delicately bringing Darla back into the fold.

Dru was inside somewhere, prowling around the teen girls they'd brought in for dinner. One cried constantly at first, begging for freedom, promising everything, words eventually fading into a high-pitched whine as she rocked back and forth, curled around herself. The other, a petite blonde disgustingly reminiscent of the Slayer, sat silently, pale gray eyes burning into the wall. By now, Dru must be so very hungry, hungry enough to tear into them, paint the walls in shades of red. Bright, fresh, cheery, darkening to a rusty maroon.

Hmmm...how yummy...a lingering glance at the glow rising over the city and Darla descended the rickety steel staircase into the abandoned warehouse. She hummed a tune she'd heard on the radio, stolen from a recent meal, "oh make me over, I'm all I wanna be, a walking study in demonology." Chipper, angry, pounding music, women venting their anger through the phallic microphone. Charming.

Her granddaughter turned mother crouched along the edge of the table. As Darla walked up to the surface, Dru pounced on the feast, straddling the spread-eagled weepy teen. The girl's thin red hair tossed in the air as her head thrashed against the wooden table, saliva bubbling out of her mouth. What a creative daughter, to put a pretty rubber ball in the girl's wide bubble-gum mouth. Sweet and chewy, just like the candy, but far more nutritious. Full of things good for little girls, hot and fresh, crimson bright.

"Darling Dru, what do you have here?" Darla leaned over the girl's head, sliding her finger around the rubber gag, smiling happily into her terrified prey.

"Ooooo, Daughter, she's pretty isn't she? So much better now, silent like a little lamb, pink and white and wiggling." A ruby stained smirk on Dru's face. "But not for long. My tummy's all growly."

"Alright darling. But don't play too much with your food, it's such a waste."

The dark vampire keened her delight, torso swaying down to the girl's, facing the sweating mortal face. She licked her lips and sighed as her demonic self surfaced. The girl's eyes nearly burst open and her weakening struggles reversed, growing stronger in the face of the demon. Dru hummed a lullaby as her razor fangs sliced into the girl's cheek, ripping off a hunk of flesh. Her prey's back arched, falling back down to the table with an audible smack. Drusilla chewed slowly, thoughtfully, drawing her fingers up to her mouth and smearing the speckled blood around her cheeks.

Without further ado, she growled into the girl's exposed, vibrating throat. Only the thread of blood, seeping ruby into oxygenated cherry, told Darla that Mother darling wasn't wasting her treat. The girl's struggles eased, then stopped just as Dru ripped away, leaving a gaping hole in the neck. If Darla looked hard enough, past the quickly brightening blood, small glimpses of bone white could be seen. Dru had a talent for digging to the...heart of things. Or in this case, the spine.

Darla reached up to the girl's face again, only to find Dru clamping her hand in a super strong grip. The dark creature snarled, and raked her claw against the dying girl's chest. Mine. My kill. Understandable. Hunt something, love something, invest considerable skill into honing the fear housed in a mortal's precious little soul...the kill, rife with the orgasmic pleasure of fearful death, should belong to the hunter. Luckily, Darla had hunted her own prey tonight.

Turning to the nude blonde girl, forgotten for a moment, Darla rubbed her hands together and threw them up, stretching up, up on to her toes. Gliding her hands down her sides, she pulled at the silk cardigan, ripping off her designer clothing. Closer she came, until she stood above the girl, still doing her pathetic best to ignore her captors. Darla sank to her knees and gently took the girl in her arms.

All movement, breathing, halted. A precious little rabbit, waiting for sure death. "Sweet, don't worry. It won't hurt, not at all. A fiery burst of flame and life will end. Let me tell you a story to make it easier."

The resilient blonde bit into Darla's hand. Drawing back her hand, the vampire sucked on the small wound, thoughts dancing behind her eyes. Mmm...no, this one deserved more than death.

She needed a lesson.

"My story is simple really. It's about blood. What happens when you betray blood and what happens when blood betrays you." She slid away from the mortal, pushing the girl down onto her back with both hands. As Darla inhaled the mortal's scent, her nose pressing into the generous curve of belly, the girl bucked up. Snarl, and Darla reached for her cardigan, winding it first around her prey's wrists, then tying it tightly to an exposed pipe. The weight of her body kept the struggling girl flush against the cold, dirty floor.

She returned to scenting the girl, learning the nuances of terror and frustration, anger and helplessness rolling along the skin. Gentle butterfly kisses down the belly into the curve of white gold fluff at the juncture of the girl's thighs. Ruthlessly, Darla thrust the quivering thighs apart. Trail tiny wet love bites alongside the alpha portal, from which all natural things come into the world. Womb dark, womb bloody, all we are, and all we shall be nestled deep within blood and tissue and cartilage. Nip up to the swollen, pulsing center, bite down hard, glory in the mortal howl of unsought pleasure, swimming into a chorus of pleas, begging split with cries of fury. Close, close, as Darla licked, and sucked, and rubbed the girl into a fast, furious orgasm, her limbs shaking spasmodically, twitching in long draw out ebbs as the convulsions sank into gentle trembling.

Darla's demonic visage lifted from the girl's vulva, glistening with warm, yeasty juices and specks of blood.

"See? I could be anyone, and your body would react the same. Blood would pound in your heart, adrenaline would pulse, telling you only that this felt good."

Chuckle, and the vampire bites into the feast before her, fangs sinking home to the magical flow of life. Smooth, rich, thick, molten, it burned the back of Darla's throat and coursed into her veins, reawakening her lust. She ground her clit against the girl's foot, frustrated at the bad angle. A tiny, flicking tongue came against her, catching her by surprise and causing her mouth to fall from the girl's thigh. Through wide-open, gold eyes, Darla saw her grandchilde and Mother creep under her body and giggle.

"Oh, Daughter, she smells lovely. Nasty and warm, just like my little sheep. Can I taste?"

With a growl of consent, Darla swung off the girl and let Dru move in between the spread thighs. Shock combined with blood loss made the prey more docile, but not so calm that she submitted completely. She bit into Darla's labia as the vampire lowered her dripping pussy to the girl's face. To the girl's white-faced horror, Darla gasped in pleasure, and rubbed her mound against the young woman's chin.

"Bite me again, and I'll kill you quickly." At first the girl didn't comply, but Dru's fangs sinking into the unbitten thigh made the girl bite hard into Darla's plumped outer lips. She danced on the girl's face, eventually ramming her pelvis into the girl's open mouth, grazing her clit on the teeth with every upward movement. With a short, surprised scream, she came, wetting the mortal face beneath her with the excretions.

Pleasure hum down the sweaty, burning hot body, sighing into a one-sided kiss. Darla's golden eyes met the girl's tear bright gaze. Stubborn, still resisting. Darla’s sherry-red wet mouth, dripping the life tang into the girl's mouth, staining the pale pink lips. Corruption so darkly sweet. Drusilla rolled on her back next to them, humming a lullaby as she rubbed sticky blood into her bare breasts. Slide down, gentle kisses, loving, I respect you, yes, I do love you. You complete me. Darla's tongue, damp with blood and saliva, roughly ran over the plumped clit, the girl still aroused despite her fear and anger. Incisors sank into the too tender flesh, and the girl howled. The room filled with the sound, and the luscious agony brought another fierce orgasm rocking through Darla. Demon roaring in her dead flesh, the vampire bit again into the girl's thigh, ripping into the artery.

Darla rose to tower over the pale, defeated creature. Fragile and full of life, she pitied this creature. Blood sluggishly spilled to the floor, pale white hips framed by a spreading circle of red. Humans think that because they are alive, they are better, that somehow mortality is this shining beacon to be protected, fought for.

They are wrong.

Life hurts. Diseased and rotting flesh, rotting from the beginning, so slowly it's not seen, but humans are dying. How boring, to fight to save such pitiful flames. Fierce bile rose in her throat. Angel loved these humans. He killed for them, fought by their sides to destroy his own kind.

Sad, pitiful Angel.

A furious snarl accompanied the lightening movement of Darla's hand plunging into the girl's chest. The hand emerged bloody, bright droplets hitting the floor, victorious clenched fist, essence of life covering the dead limb.

Darla carefully licked her hand clean as she sauntered back to her mad companion. Salty and almost warm. She wondered if she would have tasted this way, or if the stink and rot of the disease would have tainted her blood. Never to know, and that's fine. There are so many other beautiful blondes to taste...and Darla intended to have her fill.

After rebirth, she wanted justice.