Fic: Possession Part 1/?
Title: Possession
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: Possession
Warnings: a bit of sexy badness. Read before you let the Teen read. I don’t know how strict you are with your teens.
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: FRT
Summary: Written for tamingthemuse: Possession. Angelus finds a pretty bauble.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. No characters, no music.
Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
Willow drops the phone as she pulls out a string of fish from a crisp white envelope. She knows who it's from, but she is confused about why he would be taunting her. She was nothing, just Willow. She grabbed a cross and put it in the back pocket of her jeans. She had to get to Buffy’s.
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied.
Angelus watches as the cute little redheaded girl leaves her house and hurries into the night. She tries to keep to the lamp light while he follows in shadow. She was all innocent and pure with a spicy touch of magic to her scent when he grabbed her at the high school after he lost his soul. He couldn’t wait to taste her.
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear.
His patience was up. He stalked a head of her, picking the perfect spot, then quite as a mouse he pulls her into a dark alley between houses. Her heartbeat thunders in his ears. The fear makes her smell that much better.
Through this world I've stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive.
“Hello, little one.”
Willow’s eyes widen when she realizes who has her. She has to be dreaming and must have said as much. “No, Willow, you are not dreaming. I’m really here, in the flesh.” The corner of his mouth pulls up into a sneer as he grinds his hardening length into her backside.
“What do-do you want with me?” Willow stuttered. She wanted to believe she would be brave, to be like Buffy, when faced with death; maybe throw a pun or two around to throw off her attacker, but this was Angelus and she was just scared.
“Oh so many ideas come to mind when I think about what I want to do to you. Slow endless torture, I used to love it, and it's been a *long* time. I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even *have* chainsaws. Willow whimpered.
Angelus chuckled. “Oh don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it a lot more when I turn you, or maybe you won’t, but either way it will be fun for me.” Willow struggled harder in his grasp, but he just wrapped himself around her tighter, like a snake. “MMMM…I like it when you wriggle.” His demon visage suddenly appeared as he grabbed Willow’s head and pushed it to the side. It was a matter of seconds before she felt the agony of his fangs sinking into her flesh. The sickening slurp became dulled by the throbbing in her ears.
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear.
Willow was enveloped in darkness. There was no pain, no sound, and no bright light at the end of a tunnel. A short, skinny man came to her from the darkness. His taste in clothes rivaled Xander’s and she never thought she would say that about another human.
“That’s cause I’m not human, toots.”
Willow blinked at him like a baby bird getting used to the sun for the first time. “You can read my mind?” He just shrugged, so she took that as a yes. “The name’s Whistler, and you’re Willow, and you want to know why you are where you are.” Willow smiled and nodded slowly.
“It wasn't supposed to go down like this. He was supposed to save everyone. Then he and Buffy made with the smoochies... now he's a creep again. You weren’t supposed to die. Nobody will see you coming. They tell me now that this is worse. So I figure we got to slap you with a soul before you wake up. Hopefully it will be enough to undo whatever he has planned now. You see, when he grabbed you, he kind of went off destiny’s radar.”
Willow was pacing back and forth listening to him tell about all the badness and where it was leading. “So, I’m going to be a vampire?” She stopped and looked at him with tears forming in her eyes. Whistler sighed and ran his fingers thru his hair.
“Of course that would be the part you focus on.” Whistler looks around as if hearing something and Willow can’t help but do the same. He finally stops and looks back into her green eyes, still wet with tears.
“Alright Cinderella, we got to do this. Your coach is speeding toward us.” Whistler shoves his hand against Willow’s chest. A pure white light hits her, knocking her to her knees. She feels like there is fire in her lungs. She gasps for breath but can’t seem to catch it. Then darkness once again is the only thing she can see before her.
Into this night I wander
It's morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here
And I won't be denied.
Willow blinks and her eyes seem to adjust to the darkness. It feels like she is in a small wooden box. It smells of combinations of earth, rotting flowers, and formaldehyde. One thought came instantly to mind. “Oh my god, I’ve been buried alive.” She quickly notices a lack of heart beat and knows that it isn’t true. She’s not alive. The strange little man was right. He gave her a soul. After all, she felt like her, she felt like Willow. She didn’t feel evil, and hey still babbling.
“Willooooww. Darling little one, wakey wakey.” Angelus sing-songed from above. Willow rolled her eyes. First things first get out of the stupid wooden box he put her in. Then step two deal with the annoying voice coming from above.
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear.
Part Two
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: Possession
Warnings: a bit of sexy badness. Read before you let the Teen read. I don’t know how strict you are with your teens.
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Rating: FRT
Summary: Written for tamingthemuse: Possession. Angelus finds a pretty bauble.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. No characters, no music.
Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
Willow drops the phone as she pulls out a string of fish from a crisp white envelope. She knows who it's from, but she is confused about why he would be taunting her. She was nothing, just Willow. She grabbed a cross and put it in the back pocket of her jeans. She had to get to Buffy’s.
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied.
Angelus watches as the cute little redheaded girl leaves her house and hurries into the night. She tries to keep to the lamp light while he follows in shadow. She was all innocent and pure with a spicy touch of magic to her scent when he grabbed her at the high school after he lost his soul. He couldn’t wait to taste her.
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear.
His patience was up. He stalked a head of her, picking the perfect spot, then quite as a mouse he pulls her into a dark alley between houses. Her heartbeat thunders in his ears. The fear makes her smell that much better.
Through this world I've stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive.
“Hello, little one.”
Willow’s eyes widen when she realizes who has her. She has to be dreaming and must have said as much. “No, Willow, you are not dreaming. I’m really here, in the flesh.” The corner of his mouth pulls up into a sneer as he grinds his hardening length into her backside.
“What do-do you want with me?” Willow stuttered. She wanted to believe she would be brave, to be like Buffy, when faced with death; maybe throw a pun or two around to throw off her attacker, but this was Angelus and she was just scared.
“Oh so many ideas come to mind when I think about what I want to do to you. Slow endless torture, I used to love it, and it's been a *long* time. I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even *have* chainsaws. Willow whimpered.
Angelus chuckled. “Oh don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it a lot more when I turn you, or maybe you won’t, but either way it will be fun for me.” Willow struggled harder in his grasp, but he just wrapped himself around her tighter, like a snake. “MMMM…I like it when you wriggle.” His demon visage suddenly appeared as he grabbed Willow’s head and pushed it to the side. It was a matter of seconds before she felt the agony of his fangs sinking into her flesh. The sickening slurp became dulled by the throbbing in her ears.
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear.
Willow was enveloped in darkness. There was no pain, no sound, and no bright light at the end of a tunnel. A short, skinny man came to her from the darkness. His taste in clothes rivaled Xander’s and she never thought she would say that about another human.
“That’s cause I’m not human, toots.”
Willow blinked at him like a baby bird getting used to the sun for the first time. “You can read my mind?” He just shrugged, so she took that as a yes. “The name’s Whistler, and you’re Willow, and you want to know why you are where you are.” Willow smiled and nodded slowly.
“It wasn't supposed to go down like this. He was supposed to save everyone. Then he and Buffy made with the smoochies... now he's a creep again. You weren’t supposed to die. Nobody will see you coming. They tell me now that this is worse. So I figure we got to slap you with a soul before you wake up. Hopefully it will be enough to undo whatever he has planned now. You see, when he grabbed you, he kind of went off destiny’s radar.”
Willow was pacing back and forth listening to him tell about all the badness and where it was leading. “So, I’m going to be a vampire?” She stopped and looked at him with tears forming in her eyes. Whistler sighed and ran his fingers thru his hair.
“Of course that would be the part you focus on.” Whistler looks around as if hearing something and Willow can’t help but do the same. He finally stops and looks back into her green eyes, still wet with tears.
“Alright Cinderella, we got to do this. Your coach is speeding toward us.” Whistler shoves his hand against Willow’s chest. A pure white light hits her, knocking her to her knees. She feels like there is fire in her lungs. She gasps for breath but can’t seem to catch it. Then darkness once again is the only thing she can see before her.
Into this night I wander
It's morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here
And I won't be denied.
Willow blinks and her eyes seem to adjust to the darkness. It feels like she is in a small wooden box. It smells of combinations of earth, rotting flowers, and formaldehyde. One thought came instantly to mind. “Oh my god, I’ve been buried alive.” She quickly notices a lack of heart beat and knows that it isn’t true. She’s not alive. The strange little man was right. He gave her a soul. After all, she felt like her, she felt like Willow. She didn’t feel evil, and hey still babbling.
“Willooooww. Darling little one, wakey wakey.” Angelus sing-songed from above. Willow rolled her eyes. First things first get out of the stupid wooden box he put her in. Then step two deal with the annoying voice coming from above.
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after I'd wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear.
Part Two