Vampire Song:
Possession
by Lara

SUMMARY: Now the very thing they once fought against, Wesley and Winifred belong only to each other. Nothing will stand in the way of what they are planning.

RATING: FRAO [ESS] [GV] [AU]

WARNING: Sex, language, violence and vampirism

SPOILERS: Through "Deep Down" from Season Four.

DISCLAIMER: I only wish I were as successful as Joss Whedon. He and Mutant Enemy own this; I just write fanfic for fun while waiting for my own big break.

FEEDBACK: Very much appreciated. Please e-mail lara@darling-moon.com. Flames, however, will be used to fuel the fire in Wesley’s next spell casting session.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Part two of the Vampire Song Series that actually began a couple of years ago with "Uninvited". This is an AU that started from the end of Season Three and takes the events afterwards in an entirely different direction. Title inspired by "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan. Thanks to Regina for the beta.

Why do women always insist on walking alone in dark alleys?

They really are begging for something to happen, pretty much sending an open invitation to anyone or anything that might be lying in wait in the shadow. Some of them just don't consider what they're doing or risking. Others - like this one - think they can handle any trouble, no matter what. And that makes them even more idiotic.

We had been tracking her most of the night, waiting for our chance, when she practically handed it to us. After meeting with one of her informants, she ducked off the main thoroughfare, heading for one of the less welcoming neighborhoods in the area.

Overpowering her was ridiculously easy. Obviously, her skills weren't worth much when she didn't have surprise on her side.

"Hello, Justine," I hissed in her ear as I shoved her up against the alley wall.

"You!" she gasped out. With a grin, I tightened my hold around her throat, taking delight in the choking sound she coughed out.

"Now, now, Wesley. You don't want to kill her."

Justine's eyes flicked frantically over to the owner of the voice. "Fred! Please! Tell him to let me go."

Stepping up to my side, Winifred reached out to play with an errant strand of Justine's red hair. "Now, why would I want to do that? After what you did to Wesley."

"I was under orders!" Justine wheezed helplessly when I squeezed again. Both of us could hear her heart pounding wildly, the sound almost as entrancing as it was enticing. However, we couldn't let ourselves be distracted. Time for that later.

"And you mean to tell me you didn't enjoy cutting my throat? Didn't delight in the fact that you tried to kill me?"

"You're...you're still alive! Please, just let me go. Daniel's dead, and Angel's gone. I won't bother you anymore, I promise." Renewing her struggle, she tried to break free, so Winifred grabbed her arms and pinned them down to her sides.

"Thank you, love." I nuzzled Winifred's neck for a moment, relishing the soft purr that only I could hear.

"Hold on...I...I thought you with that-the black guy. Gunn," Justine said in surprise.

Winifred gave her a smirk as she shifted to draw her foot up the back of my calf. "Things change."

"We can play later, love," I growled, fixing my attention back on our prisoner. "Things have indeed changed. And you see, Justine, you're going to help us with a special little project."

"What makes you think I'll ever consider helping you?"

Glancing over at Winifred, I leaned in to whisper in Justine's ear, "Because if you don't, we'll kill you the same way your sister died."

At the mention of her sister, she started thrashing, her heart hammering in an almost overwhelming rhythm. "My sister was killed by vampires, you sick bastard!"

"Exactly," I responded with a grin.

*****

"Wesley, I think we may have taken a little too much."

Standing in my bedroom's closet doorway, I watched Winifred as she knelt next to the cage we had procured, holding Justine's limp wrist. "Is she still alive?"

She nodded and dropped the arm, which hit the floor with a rather loud thump. "She'll recover. Just needs a bit of rest, don't you?" After petting Justine's head, she stood up and faced me, a wicked smile crossing her face. She was wearing a green flyaway babydoll that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "We'll just have to be a bit more careful. Don't want to kill her before we've had our fun."

"Or got the information we want," I agreed. Grinning, I pulled her back with me toward the bed, where I sat down on the edge. A moment later, she straddled me, placing her hands on my shoulders while I began running mine along her legs and then up underneath the flimsy material of her negligee to her breasts. The purr of pleasure she let out was a sound I knew I would never tire of, not in the whole eternity I planned on spending with her.

"Can we get a leash and collar for her?" Winifred began unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers gliding ever so lightly across my skin. "She'd look so cute with a blue collar and a little gold tag with her name engraved on it."

I let out a chuckle and untied the lace holding her babydoll top closed, allowing it to fall off her shoulders. "Want to make her our pet, do you?" Before she could answer, I leaned down to run my tongue around one nipple then take it in my mouth.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned and rocked against me, which sent my mind spinning and caused me to growl. "It's been so long since I've had a pet." Pushing me back slightly away from her breasts, she rose up onto her knees on the bed and reached down to unzip my trousers. "Can we make her our pet?"

"Perhaps." I nipped at my Winifred's neck as her hand slid into my boxers. A jolt like electricity raced through me. Oh, the things this woman did to me. "If she behaves and helps us find Angel."

With a smile, she leaned in to kiss me, her fingers still caressing me as she released me from the pants. She knew how much I wanted her, always would, so she began teasing me a bit, lowering herself down to rub against me. I tried to grab her, but she managed to catch my arms first, holding them out from our bodies.

"Winifred," I hissed, feeling myself straining for her, needing her desperately.

"Wesley," she cooed in answer and lowered herself down onto me.

Wrenching my arms out of her grip, I seized her waist, guiding her movements. She groaned in desire, her eyes closing as she threw her head back, exposing her throat. Sometimes, I remembered how it used to be when we were human, me loving sweet, innocent Fred, wanting to be with her while she turned to another. But now she was mine. I had claimed her, created her, possessed her.

And the best part was that when it came down to it, she had joined me willingly.

As she continued riding me, the feel of her driving me mad, one of my hands traveled up to her breast, toying with it for a few moments before moving up to cup the back of her neck. Opening her eyes, she gazed at me, a fire burning intensely there, something I don't think was ever there in the human Fred.

Suddenly, a moan came from the closet. We looked over to see Justine was awake, had been for at least a few minutes if her enlarged eyes and heavy breathing were anything to go by. Her left hand - the one Winifred had held to check her pulse since we had drunk from the right arm - twitched slightly and began sliding up her own thigh. Winifred grinned while she watched our prisoner, her hair falling over her shoulder, and continued thrusting against me.

"Looks like someone likes to watch," she murmured. "Enjoying the show. Maybe thinking she wants to join us."

Holding onto her, I rose off the bed and kicked the closet door closed, shutting Justine away though we could still hear her groans. Then I turned and lay Winifred down on her back before covering her with my body and entering her again.

"I won't share you," I told her. I had staked my own sire for that very reason - so we wouldn't have ties to anyone other than ourselves. "Not with her, not with anyone."

"I don't want anyone else." Wrapping her legs around me, she drew me closer and deeper.

"Mine." I continued plunging into her, her movements underneath me driving me to go faster and harder. Before long, everything exploded in a rush of sensations, and with a roar, I sank my fangs into her neck to taste her like no other man ever could.

*****

The pounding woke us up sometime just before sunset. At first, I thought that maybe Justine was rocking her cage in a futile attempt to escape, but then I realized that the noise was coming from the front door. As Winifred opened her eyes, rising up on her elbow to prop her head with her hand, I slid off the bed.

"Stay here."

The knocking continued while I pulled on my trousers and until I actually answered the door. I wasn't as surprised as I might have been at the sight of who was standing there. I supposed I should have expected this sooner.

"Gunn."

"I need your help, man," he said, pushing past me into the flat.

I closed the door and turned to face him. "So, I'm to stay away, but you can come over here whenever you'd like. This is getting old."

"This is no joke! Fred's missing!"

I had to force myself not to laugh at the way Gunn was standing there, the worry practically oozing from every pour of his body. He had to hate being here; it had to drive him nuts that he couldn't seem to figure anything out on his own and always had to turn to me.

"Why should I be worried about that?" After all, I knew exactly where Winifred was.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Didn't you hear me? Fred. Is missing! She disappeared from the hotel over a week ago. Man, you should have seen her - she was acting so damn weird for about a week before that. Jumpy, paranoid, withdrawn. Something bad's happened, I know it."

Letting out a snort, I crossed my arms. Behind Gunn, I could see Winifred's shadow moving in the bedroom as she moved over to the door to watch us. "She's been gone for over a week, and you're just now coming to me? So nice to know you care so much."

"Shut the fuck up! I've been searching for her everywhere! I called her parents; I called everyone on her cell phone list. No one knows where she's gone. You're my last option, English, now that Angel's gone. Please just help me find her!"

"He doesn't have to," Winifred suddenly said, stepping out into the lounge. She had put on my discarded shirt, which came down to just above her knees. Gunn's jaw literally dropped as she walked across the room and over to me, cuddling up against my side. "I'm not missing, Charles. I've just moved, so you can go on home now."

"You...you bastard," he fumed, his hand clenching at his side. "What do you think you're doing?! That's my girl."

"She's mine now."

Within moments, his fist was coming through the air. Reaching up, I caught his hand before it came anywhere close to me and, gripping it tightly, forced him down into a kneeling position on the floor.

"Now that wasn't very nice," I told him as he grimaced in pain.

"Let me go, man!"

"I don't think so." With a smirk, I twisted his wrist, forcing him down closer to the carpet. "You come in here all high and mighty and try to lay claim to someone who was never supposed to be yours in the first place? You come here only when you need something after tossing me and our friendship aside like a worthless piece of rubbish?"

"Fred, stop him! Tell him to-."

"Oh, no, Charles," she replied, going over to the couch and sitting up on the back, crossing her legs almost demurely. "I actually want to see how this turns out."

"What the...?!" He struggled against my grip but only succeeded in wrenching his arm out of his socket. "What the fuck has happened to you two?! You're acting like..."

Suddenly, he stopped fighting as he sucked in a deep breath.

"Holy shit, you've turned! You goddamn bastard, you got turned and then you chomped Fred! No wonder she was acting all weird! You fucking bastard!" He tried to kick his leg up to catch me, but I managed to step out of the way, bringing my own foot down on his calf to pin it back to the ground.

Jumping off the couch, Winifred walked over to us, kneeling down in front of Gunn and taking his face in her hands. "I'd like to say that it was fun with you, Charles, but you know, I really can't. Here, though, let me give you something to remember me by."

She brought his chin up and slowly kissed his mouth. I narrowed my eyes as I watched them, suppressing the urge to rip Gunn's arm out. A moment later, she broke the kiss, and his head connected with the floor when she slammed it roughly down. His entire body went limp in my hold, so I let go of him and reached out to help Winifred up, pulling her tight against me.

"Nicely done."

"I thought so." She nudged him a bit with her foot, but he didn't move. He was still alive, however, judging by his still beating heart. "You know, it seems a shame to kill him. We could have such fun toying with him, especially once we find Angel. Make him our nemesis of sorts."

"Hmmmm," I said thoughtfully. "That has promise."

A half an hour later, after the sun had gone down, we reached the Hyperion Hotel, and Gunn was still unconscious. Dragging him inside the darkened building, we dumped him on the floor at the bottom of the steps. Either someone would find him or he would wake up on his own. Although, given what Fred had told me about business lately, it seemed quite unlikely that anyone would discover him. At least not for quite a while. He would probably wake up long before that.

On our way back to the flat, I realized that we couldn't stay there any longer. Not now that Gunn knew what we had become. Knowing him, he would round up some of his street buddies - the ones who still talked to him - and come after us. We couldn't let him get in the way of what we had planned. At least not until we had recovered Angel, and Justine was our key to finding out exactly what had happened to him.

"We need to pay a visit to Wolfram and Hart."

© February 2004

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