Disclaimer: All of the really good characters belong to Joss Whedon. I'm just borrowing them for a while. There is no intent to profit from this. Only the story is mine.
Time frame: Season One, episode 7, 'Angel.'
Character Bashing: None. Well, not in my opinion.
Feedback: Of course! Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Flamers will be added to the lists of those to be painfully exterminated, once I am appointed to my rightful position as King of the World. (Yeah, you wait and see if I’m kidding. Dogbert had nothing on me!)
Author’s note 1: This is another story that has been sitting on my hard drive for some time now, while I decided whether to expand it or not. I may or may not come back and add to it at a later date.
Author’s note 2: Thanks to Lori Bush, Tim Joy, Bill Haden and Drake the Archr for beta-ing this story.
Author’s note 3: Some of the dialogue and scene description is from the BtVS Episode Guide and transcripts site, http://www.buffy-vs-angel.com/guide.shtml , for episode 7, "Angel."
Title: Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Joyce was in the kitchen, doing her taxes and having coffee when she heard a creaking on the porch outside and got up to investigate. After a quick look out the door window and seeing nothing, she then headed to the front, hearing a knocking on the door. Looking out, Joyce could see Darla in her human guise and opened the door.
"Hello?" she said, staring at the blonde dressed like one of her daughter’s friends with a questioning expression.
"Hi! I'm Darla? A friend of Buffy's?" the vampire smiled brightly at her.
"Oh! Nice to meet you," she smiled back, a relieved expression on her face.
"She didn't mention anything about me coming over for a study date, did she?" Darla said, her mouth turning down in a bit of a frown.
"No, I thought she was studying with Willow at the library," Joyce replied apologetically.
"She is," Darla agreed with a perky smile. "Willow's the Civil War expert, but then I was supposed to help her with the War of Independence. My family kinda goes back to those days."
"Well, I, I know she's supposed to be home soon. Would you like to come in and wait?" Joyce invited.
"It's very nice of you to invite me into your home," Darla smiled at her as she stepped across the threshold.
"You're welcome. I've been wrestling with the IRS all night. Would you like something to eat?" she asked as she headed back towards the kitchen.
"Yes, I would!" the blond vamp agreed as she stared at Joyce's neck.
"Let's see what we have. Do you feel like something little or something big"
"Something big!" Darla stated as she vamped out and lunged at the Slayer's mother.
Outside, Angel was walking up to the house when he heard Joyce scream. Running around to the back door, he kicked it in as he saw Darla biting Joyce.
"Let her go!" he ordered as he rushed in.
"I just had a little, there's plenty more. Aren't you hungry for something warm after all this time? Come on, Angel. Just say 'Yes'!" Darla mocked him as she shoved Joyce into Angel's arms so he could see the bite and smell the blood. The ensouled vampire struggled with himself and looked away from Joyce's bleeding neck as Darla watched with a big smile. When Angel looked up at her again, he was wearing his game face
"Welcome home!" Darla smiled at him, then walked around them and left the house. Angel continued to struggle with himself as he held the semi-conscious woman in his arms, only to look up as Buffy came in from the dining room.
"Hey! I'm home,” she called out. As she turned toward the movement she'd noticed from the corner of her eye, she froze with fear at the sight of her mother lying unconscious and bleeding in the arms of a vampire.
Seeing the expression on her face, Angel reflexively bared his fangs and growled.
"You bastard!" Buffy half-screamed as she instinctively lunged forward, her right hand pulling a small stake from its concealed sheath at the small of her back.
As Angel dropped Joyce to the floor and tried to back away, he lifted his hands defensively before him and tried to explain.
"Buffy, it wasn't me! I didn't do that!" he began, before the screaming and furious Slayer was on him.
"Liar! I caught you! You were trying to feed on my Mom!" she yelled, the combination of terror for her mother's safety and rage at what she believed to be the deception the vampire had perpetrated against her amplifying her normally superhuman abilities to previously unsuspected levels.
Before he could move or say anything further in his defense, the petite blonde had effortlessly smashed his arms aside and buried her stake in Angel's heart.
His last sight before his body crumbled into dust was of Buffy's furious eyes blazing at him with hatred and heartbreak.