Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. I'm just borrowing them to have my wicked way with them.

Authors note: This is my first Angel fanfiction. So please go easy on me! This story will be a series of little drabbles between 100 and 1000 words a chapter, and all will be Angel/Darla in some form or another. Sometimes Angel will be Angelus. You have been warned.

Rating is T, for mentions of violence and adult themes. If anyone feels the story needs a stronger rating tell me!

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So this is death

It's a strange feeling. Awaking from the dead. I was dead, I'm sure of it. I had felt my eyes get heavy, my thoughts becoming muddled, then blackness and nothing. The next thing I knew I'm hearing a strange scratching sound. My eyes are still closed and I contemplate the sound for a while, it's familiar but at the same time completely new. Then I recognize it, its dirt moving. Like when an insect borrows into the earth. But why on earth…

My eyes fly open. Nothing. Complete blackness. It's disconcerting and I don't like this at all. I move my hands and find wood at my sides. It was all around me. I put my hands above me, the wood was inches from my nose. I was in a coffin. Guess the being dead part was true. But not now. I was alive, or at least, not dead. I'm just beginning to realize there is a difference.

I don't like this coffin. The wood splinters under my fingers. Which are stronger then I remember. Cool earth tumbles onto my face and chest, I can feel the worms moving, hear the blood moving through their tiny bodies. Hungry. I claw at the wood, tugging and pulling until the hole is big enough for my shoulders to fit through. I keep my eyes closed and make my way by feel as I push dirt away from me, instinctively seeking the surface. The earth was loose and moved easily, I found myself relieved to discover I no longer needed to breath.

My finger break the surface and I collapse onto the damp dewy grass. I hear a rustling, and I turn my head towards the sound. The hem of a white dress edged in gold brocade obscures my vision. I glance up, searching for a face and find the most beautiful face I have ever seen. It's familiar and I realize with a jolt it's the noblewoman from the alley. A mop of golden curls frame her delicate heart shaped face and I find myself staring into her large sapphire blue eyes. An unneeded breath catches in my throat, and I slowly pick myself up. I tower over her by head and shoulders; she is such a delicate slip of a thing.

She smiles at me and reaches up to stroke my cheek.

"My darling boy" she murmurs, almost to low for me to hear. "Do you want to have some fun?"

I look into her soulless eyes, and smile. So this is death…