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Possession
By: Jen
Email: balover214@yahoo.comDisclaimer: Joss owns all Buffy references and characters. The title of this fic and the lyrics belong to Sarah McLachlan.
Timeline: During "Passions"
Spoilers: Major ones for "Passions" and general past of BTVS Season 2
Synopsis: Angelus decides to act on his impulses when he visits Buffy in her room that night.
Distribution: You want my story??? Really??? Are you serious??? Okay then you can take it!! Just let me know where it's going.
Feedback: PLEASE!!! Good or bad, I want to know what you think!!
Rating: R (mainly for language and some dark content)
Author's Note: This is a random fic that came to me while walking to class the other day. It's a little on the dark side, but so was Angelus. This is in his point of view.
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//it's morning that I dread
another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread//
It's been driving me crazy all day long. The minute the sun rose above the horizon, I felt trapped. I hate day, and this one just seemed so much worse than any of the others. The two useless sidekicks weren't much help either. When I was pacing the mansion, itching for something to kill or fuck, I walked in on Drusilla riding Spike on the couch. Rollerboy always had his obsession with humanity and human necessities like furniture. Personally, I didn't care if it was against a wall or in the mud somewhere, as long as I was fucking. Anyway, their behavior just drove my heartless body right over the edge. I grabbed Dru by the neck and lifted her off the dick (if you could even call it that, it was so small) that she was thrusting on, and threw her to the floor. Before she could even process the change, I had stripped off my leather pants and silk shirt and started pounding her into the concrete.
But it didn't help. She wasn't Buffy. She wasn't as tiny, as strong, as searingly hot. I swear, when that dickcheese used to possess this body, I thought it would start to disintegrate when she took him inside her. Even with all my experiences, and there were thousands, Buffy had the best body I've ever had the pleasure to take. It's certainly one I will never forget, one that I hope to have beneath me for the rest of eternity.
//the night is my companion
and solitude my guide//
So, that's why I'm walking to her house tonight. I just can't take it anymore. No more of this cat and mouse game we keep playing. She's going to be mine. There is no other option. It doesn't take me long to get there. I don't even stop for a midnight snack, when I passed a helpless little girl walking home. My mind is focused on one thing, and one thing only. Possession. I want Buffy in a way I've never wanted anything else before. More than blood, even. I think that these last few weeks have merely been a test for her. To see if she's worthy to stand by my side. And she definitely is.
//Nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied//
I enter her bedroom silently, as I have so many nights before. She's dreaming about me tonight. I can tell when she makes these little sighs and tiny moans that she is. There's nothing she can hide from me anymore. It scares her sometimes, which just turns me on more. I love her fear. It's almost as delicious as her arousal. Almost.
I stalk my way over to her bed and as quietly as possible, sit down beside her stretched out form. As if she senses me, she rolls over and whispers my name. I'm tempted to wake her now. To bring her into my world and watch as her eyes widen, realizing what I'm doing to her. Instead, I lift my hand and move a stray hair out of her eyes and back behind her delicate ears.
For a while, I just sit there, watching her sleep. I take out my drawing paper and begin to sketch her profile. I want to remember her mortal features, knowing that this is the last night she will ever have them again. As much as I want her, somehow it seems wrong (WRONG??) to turn her. She wouldn't be as good, as pure as she is now. But the benefits greatly outweigh the downside to my little experiment. As far I know, no Slayer has ever been turned, but all the research says that they would be twice as powerful. She would be my equal. We would hunt together, fuck all day long, and take over this God forsaken planet. She will be my dark queen.
//And I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away//
When Buffy's small hand moved to rest on my thigh, I can wait no longer. Bending over her prone form, I kiss her mouth, tenderly at first. I want her to think she's still dreaming. It would be a lot easier for her to change smoothly if she's willing. Buffy responds strongly, reaching up to pull me closer. Laughing in the back of my throat, I deepen the kiss, bringing her body underneath mine, pinning her to the bed. On purpose, I shift my features, letting my vampire visage come to the front. She immediately notices the difference, and opens her eyes slowly. I look into her brilliant green eyes, as I prick her lower lip, sucking it into my mouth. Her blood is the strongest, purest that I've ever tasted. It was like an aphrodisiac. I actually had to try to direct my attention on the situation. For a brief moment, her eyes were hazy, as she tried to focus on my face. I felt it instantly when she did.
//And after I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear//
It was beautiful the way she realized what was happening. Her eyes widened slightly, but only for a brief moment. Then they welled up with tears, as she lay limply in my arms. I was amazed at how strong she was. Or how desperate. She wasn't even trying to fight me. Slowly, she closed her eyes and turned her head, giving me perfect access to her tiny neck.
//my body aches to breathe your breath
your words keep me alive//
I leaned over, running my blood-covered tongue along her throat, tracing a prominent artery. I could feel it pumping rapidly beneath my mouth, as the saliva started to gather in it. As I sink my fangs into her delicate skin, she finally allows the tears to fall, as she murmurs my name in a pained voice. It was a plea, a prayer, a hope. It made her blood that much more tasty and powerful as I greedily drank her in.
When I felt her growing weak and tired, I pried myself away from her. Looking deeply into her eyes, I take her finger in my hand, using her nail to cut my wrist. The wince on her face as she felt the slicing flesh almost made me smile, but I held it back. I would get all the pleasure in the world after this was over.
Lowering my bleeding wrist, I place it over her mouth. Surprisingly, she doesn't resist, just grabs my arm with her hands and holds me to her. I grew painfully hard as she sucked my blood, but I knew that had to wait. She would be too weak, and I want to feel her full participation when I fuck her. It didn't take long before she passed out underneath me, her mortal body starting to die.
Gathering her small body in my arms, I cradle her against me, as I stand up. I leave one of the pictures I drew on her pillow. Her mother would need a small parting gift for the life of her daughter. I slip out the window, never letting Buffy go. Casually, I carry her back to the mansion, to my bed. I sit beside her, waiting for her to wake. It was then that I realized something. I was no longer angry at the sun. Days won't bother me anymore. They will be just as much fun as the nights, now that I have been joined by my equal. I have succeeded in robbing the world of its most precious possession. And now, she's mine. Forever.
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