Vampire Song:
Unstoppable
by Lara

SUMMARY: Now that Winifred and Wesley's secret has been discovered by their former colleague and friend, they offer something to Wolfram and Hart that they can't possibly refuse.

RATING: FRAO [ESS] [MV] [AU]

WARNING: Sex, language, violence and vampirism (entire series)

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: This one is for Meg ( a.k.a. just_smiling), who keeps giving us wonderful Vamp Wes/Fred fanart that feeds the vamp muses. Partially inspired by “Unstoppable” by The Calling. Follow-up to "Uninvited" and "Possession" .

Wolfram and Hart.

I had only been there once before, back when I had actually believed in the idea that good could triumph over evil and thought that Angel was some White Knight. Well, now I knew better. It's amazing what losing a pesky thing like a soul can do for one's clarity. It was all so liberating and so much fun, and I knew it would only get better, especially if our plan worked out though given what had happened regarding Charles, we now required a little extra assistance.

Which was why we were there, walking into Wolfram and Hart without any worry that we would be recognized. In fact, we were counting on that.

The receptionist, however, barely even looked up from her magazine as she mumbled, “What do you want?” I briefly wondered what the little nothing bitch would taste like until I saw the pack of cigarettes lying on the desk.

Ignoring the rather obvious brush-off we were getting, Wesley leaned against the desk counter. “Tell Lilah Morgan that Wesley Wyndam-Pryce is here to see her.”

At the mention of his name, the woman immediately sat up and tossed her magazine aside. “Ah, yes...Ms. Morgan left instructions that you be sent up if you arrived.” She pressed a button and almost immediately a young man appeared. “Show Mister Pryce to Ms. Morgan's office.”

Giving me a knowing smirk, Wesley pulled up from the desk and reached out to take my hand. The idiotic little receptionist saw this and stopped us.

“My instructions referred only to Mister Pryce.”

With a growl that always sent my mind a-spinning, Wesley snaked an arm around my waist and drew me up against his side. The receptionist backed down, simply staring at us as we followed our now much noticeably more nervous guide to one of the elevators. Cigarettes or not, the urge to suck her dry was tempting.

“Later, love,” Wesley suddenly whispered in my ear, the promise implicit. Oh, he knew me so well.

When we reached Lilah's office, the boy knocked three times on the door before quickly scurrying away. A moment later, a voice called for us to come in.

Lilah was sitting at her desk, pen in hand, when we entered, an amused look on her face. “You know, I was wondering when you two were going to show up.”

Crossing over to the chairs in front of her desk, Wesley sat down in one while I perched myself on the arm next to him. The way Lilah's eyes narrowed when she noticed Wesley's hand settle on my thigh was priceless. One night with him, and she was jealous.

“We figured you knew,” Wesley stated. “Your shadow was very good.”

“How else was I to coincidentally show up when I needed to find you?”

“Indeed. Although he was surprisingly easy to turn the tables on.”

“I wondered why he hadn't checked in for three days.”

“It was fun to hear him beg for mercy and pray to God,” I remarked as I let my hand creep along the back of the chair to Wesley's neck and began to caress the base of his skull. “I didn't think Wolfram and Hart employees believed in God.”

“Hey, we're an equal opportunity employer as required by law. You'd be surprised how many of them don't read the fine print in their contracts, though.” Leaning forward, she folded her hands on top of the desk. “So let's cut the small talk. I know you didn't come here to catch up on current events. What do you want?”

“We...” Wesley glanced at me. “We have a proposition. You see, it turns out that we need to find ourselves new accommodations. You seemed the likely ones to be able to help us in that regard.”

“What's wrong with your place?”

“People know where it is.”

“Ah,” Lilah nodded in understanding. “Last remaining member of the Good N Plenties had gotten a clue, has he? Upset you stole his girl?”

Both Wesley and I glared at her without comment, causing her to shift uncomfortably.

“All right...you want new digs. We can do that. But I wouldn't imagine that either of you have the money to pay for our services. So...what do you propose? And this better be good.”

“Oh, it is.” Removing his hand from my thigh, Wesley sat forward. “We can get you Angel's soul.”

*****

“Hey, there,” I said, standing in Wesley's closet and tapping on the cage. Justine groggily opened her eyes to gaze up at me. “We're moving today. Isn't it wonderful? We're going to a new home.”

Opening the cage door, I knelt in front of her. She was still quite sluggish from the blood loss, which was good. It would make her less of a hassle during our drive to the penthouse Wolfram and Hart had agreed to provide for us. After I fastened on the leash and collar, I gave her head a pat.

“That's a good girl. I think you'll like our new home. And if you behave, we might give you your own room.”

Taking the leash, I gave it a slight tug, pulling her out of the closet. I led her out to the living room where Wesley was waiting with his laptop and a few other things. Everything else, we were leaving behind. Our deal with the firm included new clothes and furniture as well as a new car.

“You were right, love,” he said. “The blue collar does look good on her.”

Taking the back way, we headed down to the garage where we had parked the Jeep. I tied Justine up in back and then turned to see Wesley watching me.

“I'd like to do that to you sometime,” he whispered in my ear as I climbed out of the Jeep's tailgate. His tone sent delicious shivers down my spine.

“Hmmmm...promise?” I purred. “Maybe I'll even wear the collar.”

A moment later, he had me pressed against the Jeep as he ravaged my lips and neck.

A noise down the alley finally reminded us we didn't have time to stay around, as much fun as it was to play. Reluctantly, we pulled away from each other and got into the Jeep to head to our new home.

*****

The penthouse was everything we could have wanted. It had a main level and an upstairs loft for our bedroom. Plus a nice closet for our pet. After we made sure she was settled in, we walked over to the large window that overlooked the city. We could see the Wolfram and Hart building, various lights burning brightly throughout though most of the other buildings around it were already darkened.

“Think these windows are actually necro-tempered like Lilah said?” I asked, running my hand along the glass. It had a slightly different feel to it than regular glass, so it was obvious that it had been treated with something. “They don't exactly have any reason not to betray us, all things considered.”

“They want Angel's soul, and we're the only ones besides Connor who know what actually happened to him. They're not going to get rid of us when we'll give them the information they want. They're practical.”

Pulling away from the window and leaning into Wesley, I reached my hand back to rest across the back of his neck. “Just as long as Lilah knows that the agreement doesn't include you.”

He chuckled as he nuzzled behind my ear. “Never.”

*****

The boat motored over the water, the darkened shoreline just visible on the horizon. The wind whipped my hair around as I stood out on deck, watching the moon reflecting on the water ahead of us, always just out of reach. I could hear Justine in the pilot house with Wesley, making a repetitive clicking sound as she tugged on the handcuffs we had used to shackle her to one of the rails inside. We hadn't fed on her for a couple of days, so she was stronger now than she had been; it was a possible liability, but we needed her alert.

The boat slowed for the third time that night as we reached a spot about a mile off Point Dume. When it came to a complete stop, bobbing on the water, I dropped the anchor to keep us from drifting. Just as I finished, Wesley came out on deck and walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, one going to my waist and the other to grasp the railing.

“Radar contact. Something metallic. I think we've found him.”

I grinned as he pressed up against me, his fingers creeping underneath my top to caress my skin, sending shivers up my spine. “Hmmmm...shouldn't we be checking that it is actually him and not some piece of junk?”

“He's been out here for over a month now. He can wait a few more minutes,” he told me, his voice rough.

He smoothed his hand down over my skirt to slip underneath, lifting it up as he began kissing and licking my neck. Raising my leg, I braced it against the railing, moaning when his fingers traced over me, rubbing and teasing. I reached back to grab his ass, pulling him tighter against me. He rewarded me with a growl before suddenly pulling away slightly to pull down the zipper of his jeans.

Within moments, he had me bent slightly over the railing and had slid into me from behind. I let out a shudder and closed my eyes, pushing against him with each of his movements, letting the sensations flow through me, not caring that Justine was nearby, no doubt able to hear – and possibly see – what we were doing. Wesley cupped a hand over my breast, dragging his thumb across the material covering my nipple while the other wrapped back around to delve between my legs again.

“He's down there, love,” he whispered in my ear, moving faster and faster within me. “Once we've retrieved him and put our plan into motion, we'll be unstoppable.”

Unstoppable . The word rang through my mind like a song as everything wound to the breaking point within me and I screamed out Wesley's name.

*****

The blip on the radar was indeed Angel's ocean coffin, resting in a bed of seaweed about 10 feet down. We used the ship's hoist to pull it out of the water onto the boat's deck. There was a viewing window through which we could see Angel's face, which looked slightly bloated though that may have been a trick of the water that was currently running off the container and pooling around us on the deck.

With the help of a blowtorch, Wesley sliced through the bars locking the lid, and we slid it off. Connor and Justine had done a thorough job, using steel cords to hold him immobile so he couldn't attempt to break the glass in the window to escape, not that he would have fit through. I leaned down to check Angel's eyes, which were open, staring straight ahead at a point somewhere beyond us. I wondered what he was thinking – or if he even could think at all anymore.

“He's been without blood for too long,” I said.

Wesley nodded. “Then we'll feed him.”

He glanced over to where Justine was watching us from the pilot house door. Her eyes widened when she realized what he meant, and she began pulling harder at her restraints, managing only to chafe her wrists, causing them to bleed. The smell of the blood caused Angel to squirm a bit, his head turning in the direction of the pilot house, his fangs extending slightly though not completely – he was too weak.

Walking over to Justine, I reached down to run my hand through her hair, resisting the urge to lean down and lick the drops that now bloodied her wrists. “Don't worry, girl,” I soothed. “We're not planning to feed you to him.” She seemed to relax at this, and I grinned. My next words made her start trying to pull away again. “Not yet, anyway. We don't want him strong enough to interfere with what we have planned.”

After raising the anchor, Wesley joined us in the pilot house and started the boat back towards land. We still had a lot to do that night.

© October 2004

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