Seduction of the Damned

Possession

Negan's POV:

It had been a couple of days since my last interaction with Victoria. We had both been swamped with our duties. It ate away at me, watching her from afar as she scurried around taking inventory and passing information off to the guards. We made eye contact a few times. Each time, she turned bright red and would raise an eyebrow at me as if she were testing me, teasing me. She was the only one who could get away with something like that and I loved it.

As I made my rounds today, the sun was scorching the earth yet again, making it miserable out. People hustled around the compound, each one of them focusing intently on their jobs. They knew they needed them to earn their keep here. Every one of them avoided drawing my attention. Smart move. I wasn't in the mood for screw-up's today. Hell, I wasn't in the mood for much of anything lately.

Except maybe her.

Vikki had all but consumed my mind lately, far more than I liked. It still didn't sit right with me, constantly gnawing at the back of my head. Every damn time I let my thoughts wander, there she was. Her big beautiful eyes, the way she looked up at me, unflinching. That fire that burned in her eyes seeing me covered in someone elses blood. It ignited something inside of me, and that might become a problem.

This wasn't me. I didn't do this crap. Attachment. Hell, I didn't even do feelings. I was Negan. The ruler of this Sanctuary. I was feared, respected, and people steered clear of me. I kept everyone in line with Lucille and a grin. That's just they way it was. The way it is. So why the hell did she keep showing up in my head?

The most I did was fuck em and let em go. They don't stick around. They aren't supposed to. Fucking shit...
I shook the thought off as I headed to the warehouse. The crew was buzzing around, counting supplies, stacking crates- same old shit, different day. I barely gave them a glance, my eyes scanning the room absentmindedly for one person in particular. As I rounded the corner my steps slowed.

There she was. Victoria. Bending over some crates, flipping through some junk. Her hair fell over her shoulder in loose waves, cascading down her back. I somehow had missed just how long her hair was. Most people cut theirs once the world went flip side, not wanting to deal with the extra shit to deal with. My eyes grazed up her body, her slender hands scribbled something on her clipboard. But she wasn't the reason I had stopped in my tracks. No, it was the way he was looking at her.

Billy, one of my lower-ranking guys - useful enough not to be dead... yet - he was standing a little too close to her, his eyes lingering a little too long at her lips. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going through his head, and the longer I watched, the more my blood boiled.

He didn't have the guts to say anything, not with me lurking nearby in the shadows. But I could see it - the way he'd glance at her when she wasn't looking, the slight curl in his lips like he thought he had a fucking chance. My grip tightened on Lucille, and for a second I considered marching over there and smashing in that pretty little face of his just to make a point.

Instead, I leaned against the wall, my lips pulling into a slow, wicked grin. If Billy thought he could play this game, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

"Hey Billy!" I called out, my voice sharp and loud enough to make him jump a little. His head whipped around, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. "You eyeballing something? Or maybe...someone?" I sneered.

He froze for a second, stuttering over his words. "Uh- no, boss. Just uh..doing inventory."

"Inventory." I repeated, rolling the word off my tongue slowly before pushing off the wall and strolling over, Lucille casually slung over my shoulder. I glanced at Victoria, who was oblivious of the exchange, still focused on her clipboard. My grin widened "Funny, didn't know 'inventory' included checking out things that don't belong to you."