Spike and Darla

Spike waited in Wolfram and Hart. They had security against unwanted vampires but Spike had been allowed in. This could be a great opportunity. If they could remove his chip Spike would be their assasin. They might make him prove himself by killing some targets first, they might not even be able to remove the chip. As Spike waited he saw Darla, Angelus' old sire. They began talking.

Spike: Darla, long time no see.

Darla: Yes it has.

Spike: Didn't I hear Angel dusted you?

Darla: Wolfram and Hart brought me back. Still not sure why.

Spike: Awesome. If they raised you from the dead maybe they can help me with my problem.

Darla: How've you been?

Spike: Me and Dru broke up. Still trying to kill the current slayer.

Darla: You mean Buffy? She's already lived longer than most slayers.

Spike: I know. I'm a bit obsessed with it, I'll drain her blood before too long. Or I'll be a pile of dust. Probably should make nice with the dead-raising lawyers.

Darla: Maybe we could work together here.

Spike: You feeling allright? You're not normally this nice to me.

Darla: You're a link to my past. And I am still a demon. An evil soulless monster.

Spike: Actually you don't seem as pale as most vampires. Wait, they didn't bring you back as human did they?

Darla: Shut up!

Spike: Looks like I hit a nerve. Good luck with your problem.

Darla: Wait. You always found me attractive right?

Spike: Yeah, though I mostly had eyes for Dru.

Darla: And after all Angelus took from you, don't you want to take something of his?

Spike: God yes.

Darla: Than take me, as only a demon can.

Spike: You know how to sweet talk a man. Why not.