Vampire Song:
Uninvited
by Lara

SUMMARY: Wes comes to Fred at the Hyperion in the middle of the night, and nothing is the same again.

RATING: FRAO [ESS] [V] [AU]

SPOILERS: Season 3.

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: The songs “Uninvited” by Alanis Morrisette and “Cry, Little Sister” from The Lost Boys are responsible for this particular black bunny being born. This story takes place sometime in the week after the season finale and is very dark and sexual in nature.

Nominated for Best Fred/Wesley Fanfiction

Round Three

“I don’t like leaving you here alone, Fred. Are you sure you won’t come stay at my place?”

Looking at my boyfriend, I shook my head in response to his question. “No...someone needs to stay here in case Angel or Cordelia come back.”

“Then I’ll stay here with you,” he insisted.

“No...” I shook my head again – this time rather emphatically – wishing that he wouldn’t press the issue. I really wasn’t in the mood. “Go home, Charles. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

He hesitated, making no move toward the door. “You promise?”

“Yes,” I said with a nod though I was starting to get exasperated. I made a crossing motion over my heart. “Go on. I’ll be fine.”

After giving me a quick kiss on the lips, Charles picked up one of the crossbows and handed it to me. “Keep it with you.” Then, hefting his Remington over his shoulder, he headed for the main doors. “Night, babe. Love you.”

I didn’t answer him...my mind was already far away. Once he left, I dropped the crossbow on the table then flopped down onto the couch with a sigh. How could I have explained to him that I just didn’t want to be around him that night? Too many things were overwhelming me all at once, and I needed a moment to catch my breath, think things through. My mind had been racing at what seemed a million miles a minute over the last few days, going every which way, and Charles would have just distracted me, like he always did. It was almost like he really didn’t want me to think about anything when he was around.

Figuring that maybe doing something would help me focus, I rose and moved to the office, began straightening up the files that had been left out on the desk. Cases that had been neglected, queries that had been ignored. Angel Investigations would lose everything soon, and no one seemed to care. Only Wesley... Sighing at the thought of him, I shook my head. Only Wesley had ever really seemed concerned about whether A.I. stayed afloat from day to day. Now, he was gone, too. I dropped the folder I was holding back onto the desk and rubbed my eyes, wondering why I was bothering to care either.

“Winifred.”

The sound of the voice, low and raspy, startled me, causing to me to jump slightly. Whirling around, I almost gasped in surprise when I saw who was standing there, wearing dark trousers and a purple shirt with the collar undone. His hair was slightly longer than I had ever seen him wear it in the past, curls brushing his forehead, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses. His blue eyes, instead, seemed almost piercing – with an intensity I had never seen before.

“Wesley?” I managed to say.

That was it. Weeks of having not seen him, and all I could say was his name. We stood there for several moments, neither one of us speaking, even though a million questions rushed through my mind, even though I wanted to tell him everything that had happened in the last few days.

“Why...why are you here?” I finally asked as I stepped out of the office toward him.

“I had to see you.”

“See me?” By this time, I was only a few feet away from him, both of us in the middle of the pentagram that had been permanently etched into the lobby floor.

He stepped forward, close enough to almost touch me. But he didn’t. He didn’t move to hug me. He didn’t even put his hand on my shoulder like he used to when we were working together. “Before I go.”

My eyes opened wide in surprise. Wesley was leaving? “Where are you going?”

“Away...away from here. I have to start my new life...and I can’t do that here. Not with...not with him here.” He began pacing around me. “I had almost forgotten just how beautiful you are.”

“Beautiful? You think I’m beautiful?” I asked.

“Always have, love,” he whispered in my ear. Suddenly feeling the hairs on my neck stand on end, I shuddered slightly and closed my eyes. I could almost feel his hand hovering over me, barely brushing my shoulders, moving down over my arms... My entire body began to tingle, and I felt my skin flush.

“What...Wes...what are you...doing to me?”

“Claiming you,” he told me. “Like I should have before. Like I should have that night at the ballet.”

“The ballet...”

My mind was becoming scattered. All thought of Charles fled as did any realization that this was wrong. All I could focus on was Wes’ closeness, the way his hand came to rest possessively on my breast, caressing me through my top. Moaning, I arched back into him, his bare skin cold where we touched. Something told me to run...but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.

“You’re...you’re not Wesley,” I managed to say.

“Yes, I am. Turn around, Winifred,” he commanded. Feeling light-headed, I did as he instructed, looking up into his blue eyes. My entire body felt like it was on fire, my blood pounding in my ears. I didn’t understand this...any of this. But I didn’t care. For some reason, I didn’t care.

Cupping his hand behind my head, he pulled me closer and kissed me, deeply, hungrily, parting my lips with his tongue. Charles had never kissed me like this. As I fell against him, his free hand snaked up under my shirt, pushing my bra aside, to cover my breast again. He began teasing my nipple while he ran his other hand down my back and picked me up, moving me backwards until we were up against a wall next to the office. Feeling an aching desire growing deep down inside me, I gasped out his name. All I could think was that I wanted more. I wanted him to fulfill the need he was creating in me so bad, I could almost taste it.

Once he had me pinned against the wall, the hand that wasn’t touching my breast ran down to lift up my skirt and push my panties down. His fingers traced me gently between my legs before delving further, causing my insides to quiver like jell-o. After several minutes of him stroking me, I didn’t know how much more of this I could stand.

“Please, Wesley...” I begged him. “Please...”

He didn’t say a word in response. But he kept up the same, slow torturous pace, teasing me, causing my entire body to feel like it was being wound tighter and tighter...like a one of those tension testers I used to use in my Physics labs at university. Finally, everything seemed to splinter around me, and as his hand fell away, I cried out to him, every nerve inside me shuddering while my legs turned to rubber.

Before I had a chance to catch my breath, he was lifting me up and pushing himself into me. The feeling of him filling me up when I was still sensitive from what he had done to me mere moments before was almost overwhelming. Whimpering, I buried my face in his shoulder as he began moving within me. My legs came up, almost as if they belonged to someone else, to wrap around him, pulling him closer against me, deeper into me. I wanted him to move faster, bring me back to the place he had brought me to before.

But then, a small part of me began to questioning why this was happening. Why Wesley was doing this...why I was letting him do this to me. “Wesley...”

“Sshhhh, love,” he said as though he sensed the question. His movements quickened, setting every nerve in me aflame, taking me to the pinnacle. And just as I lost control again, my body feeling as though it might just shake apart, his lips trailed down to my neck, his tongue tracing my jugular vein.

“My soul was already lost,” I heard him say before an exquisite pain inundated my senses and my entire world blacked out.

*****

When I woke the next morning in my own room, sprawled on my bed, for a brief moment, I thought it had all been a dream. But then, my neck started throbbing slightly, and I rose to look in the mirror, my fingers running over the two barely noticeable puncture marks. It had happened. It had really happened, I thought, my head spinning with uncertainty as I tried to make sense out of everything. Had I let it happen? Or had he...? I didn’t know. Wesley’s words before I had passed out rang clearly in my head. Had he chosen to become what he had? If he had, why...why had he felt that he had already lost his soul? Why...?

Even though a part of me screamed that I should tell Charles what Wesley had become, what he had done to me, I hid what had happened, covering the bite with make-up concealer and my hair. And I went about as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred... although I couldn’t get the feelings, the images from the night before out of my head. They spun round and round. I found myself unable to focus on anything else. I wanted more. I wanted Wesley to return. Just the thought of what he had done to me made my skin flush and dizzied my senses.

“Are you okay?” Charles asked at one point later that day while we were sitting together, watching television. Or actually, he was watching; I was sort of staring blankly at the screen. “You look a little red.”

“Fine,” I answered, knocking away the hand he pressed to my forehead to check my temperature and wiggling away down the couch a little bit. “Just warm.”

“Then why don’t you put your hair up? Get it off your neck?” He started to push it back, but I shook my head.

“I’ll be fine. It’s just too warm to sit so close together.”

That night, after I sent Charles home, Wesley appeared again, speaking my name. I knew what he was now, but I still found myself walking over to him, even though a part of me was frightened, even though part of me said that this wasn’t Wesley, that I should run away. He had become everything that we hated, the very thing we fought against.

And yet, I still went to him. He had given me a taste of something, done something to me...and in the process, awakened a part of me that I had never known existed.

As he swept me into his arms, I shivered, the cold of him chilling me to my very soul. At the same time, my senses were coming alive with excitement, arousal. I was confused...but I didn’t want him to put me down either.

“Why...why are you doing this?” I asked, leaning into his touch.

“Because you’re mine now,” he told me. “There’s a part of you that Gunn can never have that I can.”

And as I lost myself in him, again felt the sweet pain of his teeth in my neck, I knew he was right.

*****

The same routine continued for several nights. Angel and Cordy wouldn’t come back; Charles would try to get me to go home with him. But each night, I sent him away alone, knowing that when he was gone, Wesley would come. And when he did, I never questioned, never hesitated. Didn’t even ask what had driven him to turn or who had sired him. There was just him and me and the pleasure and the pain. He never drank too much from me – just enough to satiate his need to taste me, to take that part of me that Charles could never...would never have.

Charles, however, began to notice that something was wrong as the week went on. I was pulling away from him, withdrawing into myself. I found that I didn’t want him there during the day. All I could think of was Wesley coming to me at night. I wanted the days to disappear, for there to be nothing but the darkness and us.

“Fred, babe,” Charles said one day, “We need to talk.”

Blinking my eyes, I glanced over at him, sitting in the chair across from me, his arms hanging down between his legs as he stared at me intently. He reminded me of an ape. That wasn’t nice, I knew, but I couldn’t help it. “’Bout what?”

“I don’t think Angel and Cordy are ever gonna come back. The agency is dead. And I can see...I can see that all of this is affecting you pretty badly. I know it has to be hard on you to lose almost everyone you care about again so soon after returning home. I mean, I’m upset, too.”

He wasn’t even close to understanding what I was feeling, but I just nodded, looking down at the doodles and equations that decorated the notebook sitting before me on the desk. There almost seemed to be two distinct “voices” in those scribbles...the two parts of me that conflicted over what I was allowing to happen every night.

“I was thinking that we should cut our losses. Get the hell out of here...start a new life.” He rose from the chair to cross over to me, and I quickly closed the notebook, clutching it to my chest. “We need to get away from here. What do you say?” Kneeling next to me, he put his hand on my knee.

“Don’t touch me!” I suddenly screamed at him while I jerked away. I didn’t want him to put his hands on me. It was wrong, unwelcome. Charles seemed foreign to me now. How could he ask me to leave here? To leave Wesley? I jumped up from the chair and paced over to the bookshelf, keeping the notebook in front of me like a shield.

“Fred, what’s wrong?” he asked. I could see the hurt in his dark eyes. Eyes so different from the blue that filled my nights and haunted my dreams. “Talk to me...please, babe.”

“I can’t leave. Not now.”

Picking himself up off the floor, he walked towards me, his hand out, but I ducked away again before he could get near me. “Damn it, Fred! What is wrong with you?!”

“I can’t leave! And just...just stay away, Charles! Don’t touch me! You can’t touch me!”

Without waiting for him to respond, I ran upstairs to my room, locking the door behind me. Moments later, Charles was pounding on it. He begged me to let him in, tell him what was wrong.

“Go away, Charles,” was all I would say as I stared into the mirror, my hand going up to brush my hair back from my neck to reveal the bite marks – Wesley’s brand on me.

“C’mon, Fred. Lemme in!”

But I refused. Finally, I heard his footsteps heading away down the corridor and downstairs. Rushing to my window, I peaked out to see him climbing into his truck...the truck he had sold his soul to get. Suddenly, the irony of that hit me. Charles had sold his soul for a damn truck but had managed to keep his. Meanwhile, Wesley had lost his for trying to save Angel and Connor from pain and death, driving him to become something he had spent his life destroying. If that was the way life worked, I didn’t want any part of it anymore.

Long after the sun had gone down and I was sure Charles wasn’t returning, I ventured back downstairs to wait for Wesley. But he was already there, standing in the middle of the pentagram, staring up at me as I descended the steps. I came to a stop on the landing, our eyes locking.

“I don’t wanna live in the light anymore,” I told him softly.

Nodding in understanding, he held out his hand. “Come to me, my Winifred.”

And slowly, I walked down the rest of the stairs and into his arms, knowing I had made my decision. Before this, he had been uninvited, but still he had come to me, made me his.

Now...I was inviting him in.

*****

“Fred?!”

Charles’ voice echoed through the empty hotel as he searched for me. Silently, I watched from the shadows as he checked my room and the office and the kitchen...anywhere he could think of where I might be. But he wouldn’t find me. I didn’t want him to. He didn’t understand that I wasn’t “his girl” anymore. I was Wesley’s, and Wesley was mine. I understood now all the pain that he had gone through, seeing me with Charles when he had known that we should have been together. I also knew about Lilah, but I didn’t care about that. I knew that she meant nothing to him. Everything was the way it was supposed to be now.

It hadn’t hurt as much as I had thought it might. Wesley had held me in his arms the entire time, whispering to me that it would be all right. That I would fall asleep briefly as I died, and when I woke, everything would be different.

How right he had been.

“Do you want to stay and watch?” asked Wesley, his voice so quiet that only I could hear.

I shook my head as Charles sat down on the circular couch to stare at the door. A door I would never be using again. “No.”

And together, we left the hotel through the sewers to start our new “life” together, leaving Charles alone. To sit there and wait...for someone who would never return, who never belonged to him in the first place.

© July 2002

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