This one does not involve transgender changes or magic, it was written after I saw the episode of Angel (© Joss Weldon) where Darla gave birth to hers and Angel's son. I was so moved by what happened, I just HAD to write this.
So, with that hint I must point out that if you haven't seen the episode, and plan to do so, go away! There is a MASSIVE spoiler on this page!
Obviously, Angel, Darla, Cordy, Wesley, Gunn & Fred are all Joss Weldon's characters and this is written as a fanfic parody story and is not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books/episodes. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.
Now, if you are still here, read on and hopefully enjoy.
A word of explanation, Bobbie was introduced in "Angel" (My story dealing with angels, rather than Angel the Vampire). Read it first if you need a reminder, or haven't read it before. If you click on the link, it'll open in a new page so this one stays ready for you to read afterwards.
Bobbie waited, unseen in the alley, watching the drama playing itself before her eyes. The rain was really beating down, the three people, if that was the right description for two of them anyway, where huddled together on the ground. Fred, strange name for a young woman, was wrapped in the man's coat, cradling the pregnant woman's head as she talked to the man bending over her. As she talked, in such obvious pain, Bobbie wanted to go to her and to ease the pain, but something stopped her from moving.
"It is only because our son has a soul that I can love him. If he was born, I would lose his soul, and would not even remember loving him. He is dying inside of me now, I cannot give him birth, but I can let him live. Tell our son I love him so much. He is the only thing that I have ever loved. Tell him!"
As she said these final words, her arm, which had been feeling around on the ground beside her, lifted up, holding a large shard from the wooden door they had moments ago broken through to avoid the fire raging in the club, and with a gasp, Darla plunged the wooden spike into her own heart. She dissolved into dust in an instant, her vampire's body gone, leaving behind it the special child that she and Angel had created between them.
Angel picked up his son and looked at Fred who looked behind him at Holtz, the Vampire Hunter from another time who stepped through the hole in the wall from the club he had just firebombed. However, that's another story, one for Joss Weldon to tell.
As Darla plunged the stake into her own heart and dissolved she found herself standing besides a blonde woman, still in the alley watching Angel and Fred walk away from Holtz, with her baby. Strange, she wasn't wet anymore, nor did the rain seem to reach her. Also, she noticed that there was no pain, nor did she feel ready to attack Holtz nor the strange woman beside her.
Together they watched Angel and the gang drive away with the child into the night. Darla watched as Holtz and his demon associates disappeared into the night, then turned to the blonde.
"So, what's going on? I staked myself so as to give birth to the child. Why am I still here?"
"So many questions Darla. Simple answer, I'm an angel, sent by God to help you and to take you to Him." Bobbie replied.
"What, I'm a Vampire for God's sake! I killed and maimed for 400 years! God wants nothing to do with me. I should know, I died twice already and the first time came back as a Vampire, then spent an eternity in Hell. Why should this time be any different?" Darla said.
At this point, Bobbie lit up with a Heavenly glow, emanating from above her head, yet there was no visible source of light.
"God knows all that Darla, but carrying the child to term, and then sacrificing your own immortality for the child, well, that redeemed your soul in the eyes of God. God loves you Darla, and your child and your Angel too. It is time for you to come to gaze on the face of God and become part of the wonderful tapestry that is Heaven."
At first Darla was terrified by the light for, as a vampire, sunlight would cause her to burst into flame and surely the light of Heaven would do the same. Then as Darla bathed in the glow, realised that what Bobbie was saying was true, God existed and did indeed love her. He had even forgiven her for her 400 years of slaughtering innocents for the one act of giving her life for the child.
"Wow," she tipped her head on one side, "but, just how special is the child?" she asked.
"Come, God will explain all to you. In time, you may be allowed to return to see how he grows. For now, come, let me take you to God." Bobbie said gently, holding out her hand for Darla.
Darla tentatively placed her hand in that of the real angel, and they gently faded from view, off to the wonders that are Heaven.
The end.
I was so touched by Darla's selfless act, I just had to write a little something. Petra Jane - March 2002
