Darla and Dru

"Oooh, who are these two sexy girls photographed together?"

With a pause, Lorne looked at the photo. He laughed. "Trust me, you don't want those two. You couldn't get those two, but you wouldn't want them if you had them."

"Who are they? They're so sexy!"

"Darla and Drusilla. Angel's ex and Spike's ex. They're what they call man-eaters, and that's without the vampire thing."

"Where are they? Let me at 'em!" said a thrilled Andrew. He was dead set on this.

Lorne had given him an address in South America where Drusilla was hiding. He was disapointed Darla had staked herself but didn't care anyways. One was good enough. As he used Wolfram & Hart's plain to get to the city, he knocked on the door of her large house.

A woman opened. It was Darla! She was supposed to be dead!

"Darla! I thought you were dead!" said Andrew.

"They brought me back in a box," she muttered. "Again."

"I guess this is my lucky day!" Andrew almost fought his way inside.

"What are you talking about?"

Andrew entered the large, rich entrance of the massive mansion just as Drusilla came down the stairs. "Lovely li'ul pet," she whispered to Darla. "What's this cute puppy doing crawlin' all o'er our floor?"

"I work for Angel, and I'm here to bed you!" said Andrew. As stupid as he knew it was, it sounded like a really cool pick-up line.

The two girls screamed: "Angel!"

"We don't want him knowing grandmadaughter is alive!" cooed Drusilla in anger.

"We have to kill him! He'll go back and tell!" screamed Darla angrily.

Andrew backed off. "Wait! I won't tell if you do a little something for me."

The two girls sighed. "You want us to fuck you, nerd?" asked Darla. "It'll be easier to kill you."

"But Angel'll track me down, and find me!" lied Andrew. Angel would never do that if he disapeared, he'd probably go to find the plane.

Darla and Dru looked at each other and considered what to do.