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Fandom Troopers Station - Saturday

Darla is still locked up. A polite trooper might let you talk to her. Don't expect to get the cell doors opened, though. Tex might be around at some point. If you're a certain lawyer, you'll have to try a lot harder.

((Just putting this up for anyone who needs to talk to Darla.))

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Bel calmly walked into the police station. "I'd like to see Darla, please," he requested.

The trooper behind the counter tilted his head and studied the kid. "What's your name and relation to the prisoner, sir?"

((Note that I have no clue when Darla will be online, tohugh.))

"Belthazor," Bel responded. "Darla is my guardian."

[[No problem!]]

If the trooper had been trained to think for himself, he'd ask how a vampire got to be a guardian to anyone. Instead, he wrote down the name.

"If you'd like to follow me," he replied and led Belthazor to the cell where they were keeping Darla. There were quite a few troopers standing guard nearby and it didn't look like they were going to allow a lot of privacy.

Bel followed the trooper to the cell. Darla looked like she might be asleep, so he softly called her name once, then stood near the bars and waited patiently for her to wake up.

Slowly, Darla sat up and looked around. She smiled when she saw Bel by the door to her cell, and rose. Still wearing the same dirty white dress, with a man's oxford shirt over it, she walked over to Bel. "Come to visit the penitant vampire?" she asked.

"Penitant?" Bel repeated. "What's going on? How did they get you in here?"

"I promised I wouldn't fight them," Darla said quietly. "Bel... someone did this to me. Someone... put a soul in me."

She's definitely aware at all times of the trooper nearby.

Bel took a step back from the bars. "A soul? They gave you a soul, too?"

Darla nodded. "Thursday night. I suddenly felt... like something was being shoved inside me ~~OMG DIRTY~~. This sense of...," she closed her eyes and shuddered. "Pain. Torment. GUILT." Her voice shook a bit. "Then Drusilla was screaming at me, calling me filty and tainted." Darla put the back of her hand to the healing scratchs on her cheek, which also put on display the scratchs on her arms. "Then she attacked me. Then she threw me out."

It was afternoon.

He'd finally checked his voicemails.

Angel had discovered two things: 1) His girlfriend had made out with other girls the night before and had done him the courtesy of calling him to let him know and 2) Darla had been arrested and was claiming to have a soul.

Angel wasn't sure which of those two he found less believable.

At least one thing was easy to check. He hit the sewers, went to the Troopers station, and looked for Darla.

Bel rested his forehead against the bars, shock and resignation on his face. "So what's your idea of perfect happiness?" he muttered.

That startled Darla into laughing. "Oh. I hadn't thought of that." She closed her eyes and the laughter faded away. "But I can't, can I? I'd be a soulless monster again. I can't bear the thought of that, from where I am now." She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered at the thought.

She had been sitting on the cot in the cell, staring off into space. She turned her head and looked out of her cell into the hall.

Bel took off his coat and turned the the troopers. "Can I give this to her?" He let them take it and examine it for any weapons or hidden surprises, then was allowed to pass it through the bars to Darla. "You look like you're freezing," he said. "Put that on.

"What is it with me and vampires?" he sighed. "They become my guardian, they get a soul."

~~Assuming the polite troopers don't mind~~ Angel walked back to where he could see her.

He stared for a long while.

"So. That part's true."

Gratefully, Darla took it and wrapped it around herself. "Apparently, the law of contagion holds. You attract soulled demons? Either that, or you attract dangerous vampires that are hard to kill so other methods must be used to stop them."

Darla rose to her feet. "Angel." Her voice broke. "My dear boy."

Angel stayed right where he was. "Normally you're not stupid enough to get arrested."

"Either way, I'm sorry," Bel said. "What are they going to do to you? Does Angel know you're here?"

Darla crossed half the length of the cell, Bel's long coat swamping her. "Normal. This isn't normal. None of this is normal. Oh, God. I didn't know if felt like this."

"Well, the one in charge, Tex, keeps talking about staking or beheading me. She was kind enough to toss a blanket over me when dragging me in so I'm only a little scorched. Lilah couldn't find any leverage with her, so I don't know how long I'll be here." She closed her eyes. "I asked the boy who found me to call Angel. I hope... I hope he comes."

Angel recognizes the coat and exactly who it smells like. This is doing nothing to improve his mood.

"No, no. Nice try but Dru's just a touch crazier than that. Plus she sways more when she walks. Points for the attempt at imitation though."

"Great, so now I gotta fix both of you," Bel muttered under his breath. Louder, he went on, "And I bet you'd rather stay the way you are and fight crime with Angel, right? 'I have a soul now, I must atone for my wicked ways.' Dammit!" He slapped the bars.

Darla bent her head, down, and slightly to the side. "I'm not imitating anyone. This is me. This is what I am. Now."

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