AN: So this is my second Hunger Games fanfic story. I know I shouldn't really be posting another one but I just couldn't help it. I hope you all enjoy this, I love feedback, thoughts and opinions so please let me know...

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Possession

I was the girl on fire, their girl on fire and now I'm the girl who sets them on fire. I ignite there wants and desires. I please them, tease them and bring them to their own burning releases.

I awake their senses.

I am theirs.

There is no escape.

I am the Capitols possession.

One

I won. I won the 74th Hunger Games. I was happy, of course, I would get to go home, for a little while at least, but he wouldn't. Peeta; my District partner, a boy I had grown to care for... the boy who admitted he loved me and in the end died for me.

He had died in front of me, him and Cato. It was the District 2's last kill. I remembered his words 'Go on. Shoot. Then we both go down and you win. Go on! I'm dead anyway – I always was, right?' I couldn't find it in me to hate the career, he spoke with such despair that I felt sorry for him. His eyes were filled with a crazed need to make his District proud and so with that, he and Peeta had fallen over the edge of the Cornucopias.

"Sweetheart," I turned to see Haymitch, the man who had helped me win. Who watched over me like a silent, albeit drunk, guardian angel.

I had been brought back to the training facility, level 12. It was oddly empty. It had been four days since I'd won, I would have to get ready for the interview soon and my crowning as Victor. I would have to see him.

I fell apart and he cradled me in his arms, soothing me as best as he could. "I thought it would be over, if I won the Hunger Games then I would be free."

Haymitch sighed beneath me. He smelt familiar, like mint and alcohol, the scent calmed me slightly. It was familiar in this new unfamiliar world.

"None of us are ever truly free," he whispered sadly.

I closed my eyes and the conversation I had with President Snow earlier entered my mind before I could push it away...

I had been polished, buffed and shined. Any scares I bore were removed. It was like I had never been in the Hunger Games. If only the mind was so easily cleansed but I knew I would always have the mental scars.

I smelt him before I saw him; his overpowering scent of roses and blood filling the room. I turned slowly, wondering why the President of all people would want to see me first.

"There is something about you Miss Everdeen, a fire. It burns as brightly as a hundred candle flames. You give people hope, you set their hearts ablaze with emotion...but flames are easy to snuff out."

I knew a threat when I heard one but the reason behind it was unknown. All I had done was win, surely he would not kill me for winning? It seemed to defeat the point of a Victor after all.

"Things will be expected of you my dear," he began. "I expect you to follow instructions. You have a debt to repay Miss Everdeen; those who kept you alive now want their prize."

I knew instantly what he was talking about. What he wanted me to do. It was then I realised winning the Hunger Games was only the beginning; in the Capitol you would always be playing a game.

"What if I don't agree?" I asked.

His smile was sickening and set in twisted happiness. "You love your family don't you Katniss," I stilled at his words. "What's your sister's name again?"

My hatred for him tripled but so did my fear. He couldn't hurt her, not her. "Primrose," I whispered my voice shaking.

Snow smiled, "it would be a shame if something happened to her and of course your friend, Gale is it?"

I received the message loud and clear. I do as I'm told and no one gets hurt. I step out of line and my world, my sister and my bestfriend, will suffer.

"Congratulations Miss Everdeen, you fought bravely" and with that he left the room...

"Hey sweetheart," Haymitch whispered. I realised I was shaking; the memory had descended upon me leaving me with no escape. President Snow made my skin crawl, from the look in his eyes to the amused twitch of his lips. He was a twisted man.

"I'm scared Haymitch," it wasn't often that I showed my weakness or my emotions. But everything was weighting down on me, I felt like I was drowning with waves crashing over head, I couldn't escape; I wanted to, but I couldn't.

I had never kissed a boy before. I'd never seen them in that light. I knew what would be expected of me, I would become a plaything, a possession, a whore. I would do it, for Prim and for Gale, I would do anything to protect them but how could I protect them by doing something I knew nothing about?

"I know sweetheart, I know but it'll be ok," even I could hear the uncertainty in his voice. It won't be ok, I decide then but it will have to do. I volunteered so Prim would be safe, I had faced many obstacle and almost certain death; this next hurdle would not stop me.

I wiped away my tears and then stood, Haymitch watched me carefully, his eyes concerned. I tried to smile but I feared it was more of a grimace. It struck me then that I was never very good at pretending, I could hide emotions but I couldn't pretend. The Capitol will never fall for it! I began to panic and Haymitch, knowing me better than I sometimes knew myself, grabbed hold of me once more and pulled me into his parental embrace.

"Katniss, sweetheart, it's going to be," he tried to sooth me but it wouldn't work. It couldn't work. I was too het up to listen to comforting words or even feel safe in his familiar embrace.

"They will never believe me Haymitch, I can't act like I know what I'm doing or that I'm enjoying it; they'll all see right through it and then..." he didn't let me finish my sentence, instead he began to speak.

"Not yet you can't but you'll have training before anything happens," Haymitch began, I listened. "You won't be asked to do anything before the Victors tour, that's six months. Cinna and I will help you in any way we can."

I stayed silent, a million thoughts running through my mind and just about as many questions but one stuck out more than the rest. I blushed deeply, knowing what I was about to ask was going to highly embarrassing, for me at least.

"Who is-"I coughed uncomfortably, my eyes looking anywhere but at Haymitch. "Who is going to teach me how to...you know."

I couldn't say it, it was ridiculous but I couldn't. If I said it, if I truly admitted it to myself I wasn't sure if I would be able to cope, I needed time to come to terms with what would begin in only six short months away.

Haymitch chuckled, patting my shoulder. "Not me or Cinna sweetheart, you don't have to worry."

I bit my lip and nodded thank god. I loved Haymitch and Cinna but never in that way. In fact I had never loved anyone in that way or ever even thought of myself with another man. It wasn't something important in District 12, I had more pressing matters; like keeping my sister, mother and myself alive.

I looked up at Haymitch, my brows furrowed. "Who then?"

Haymitch just winked infuriatingly. "All in good time sweetheart but for now," he turned to the door just as Cinna walked in. "Your stylist is here."

Possession

I was always shocked when I looked into the mirror after Cinna worked his magic but what I saw made me feel more than shock but also awe and disbelief. I looked beautiful, deadly...I realised I certainly was the latter, I'd won the Hunger Games and not without spilling blood.

I was the girl on fire once more but this time everything was darker, holding more depth and meaning. The dress said I had won, I was still the girl on fire but it had changed me. I turned to smile at Cinna, his smile was soft but I could see the concern in his gentle brown eyes.

Does he know?

I decided not to dwell on it. I knew, if I needed him, Cinna would be there for me. He would listen and try his best to help, she knew that. He wasn't just her stylist but her friend.

"Thank you Cinna, it's incredible as always."

Watching the games again was torture, watching every death. Rue's was especially hard but nothing could have prepared me for the moment Cato and Peeta tumbled over the edge of the Cornucopia. Will I never be free of that moment? Watching it again had enlightened me somewhat, I hadn't really known if it had been Peeta who pushed them over or Cato who had dragged him.

It was comforting and saddening at the same time to know it was Peeta who had made the pair fall into the jaws of the mutant beast. He had chosen his own fate, the games hadn't changed him, Peeta was still the self-sacrificing boy I had come to know until the very end. He had chosen me to be the 74th Hunger Games victor it made me feel both honoured and guilty.

After I wiped away my tears Caesar asked several questions, keeping them light and cheery; everyone had seen my tears. I had wanted to keep talking to Caesar forever, not because I liked him but because I knew what was coming next.

When President Snow stood before me, placing the simple Victors golden band upon my head, he leaned forwards; I suppressed the urge to gag as the metallic scent of blood filled my senses. "I will be seeing you soon Miss Everdeen," he whispered his smile holding the same twisted happiness.

Afterwards Haymitch rushed towards me, seeing the interaction between me and Snow. I smiled and shook my head. I knew I had to be strong; I couldn't let Snow break me because if he did my family would suffer, as would Gale.

I would learn the art of seduction; I would learn to wear a mask, one the Capitol adored. I would become theirs, for Prim, for Gale. For those I cared about.

"Well if it isn't the girl on fire," I turned slowly.

Finnick Odair stood before me, a perfect smile in place. I had enough experience at hiding emotion to know that Finnick was also somewhat of a master at it too. I instantly warmed to the man before me, I knew who he was and then I realised what he was and then I knew why the famous Finnick Odair was before me.

"You're the one who's going to be teaching me," I said slowly, quietly, realisation dawning on me.

Finnick raised his eye brows and smirked. "Haymitch said you were smart, quick." He took a step forward and I found myself holding my breath.

I wasn't a love sick teenage, I didn't swoon not like I knew other woman did around him but I could appreciate why they did. He was a gorgeous man. It wasn't just his looks but the air around him, he held himself in a way that was attractive in itself. I did not just say Finnick was attractive... what is happening to me?

"We'll soon see how quickly you learn Miss Everdeen!" his voice held challenge as did his eyes. They twinkled and held nothing but mischief.

I knew my return to the Capitol would be the beginning of a nightmare but leading up to my new life I could have fun, I could learn to play the game and still enjoy my life... couldn't I?

I would bend under the Capitol's will but I would not break.

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