This isn't going to become a big story, I don't think. I was working on my It Started with a Kiss story and this just kind of popped out from there. Enjoy, review?
He marched into the double-door ballroom, robes trailing behind him. The service maid apologized silently as she struggled to catch the material. He stopped abruptly and tore the robes from where they were stuck on his shorts, before running towards the gates. He was late, if there was one thing these old fashioned vampires didn't like it was tardiness. He could not afford to be beaten again. He entered the line up of wolves as the metal gates opened revealing the youngest of their court. She was blond, her real age and name he would never know. It wasn't his place to know. The maid assembled herself at the end of the hallway to the very left. In her arms she held the scrambled up robes he was supposed to wear. Jacob looked forward, the guy across him, Derek, smiled wickedly at him. He was one of the older ones, locked up to play dog for more than twenty years. It was reasonable to assume that he knew the punishment for refusing to wear your robes.
A cool breeze pressed against his cheek and the blond appeared before him without a moment's notice. Her neck snapped to the left turning her head to face the maid. "Why isn't he wearing his robes?"
"They don't fit him. I tried to make them work but they just fell to shreds," she held out the material as evidence but the blond couldn't care less, the bitch. Two seconds was long enough to know that, Jacob had been here for two weeks. The maid was the closest he'd gotten to, but that was mostly because she was the one who trained and dressed him, to be a slave. The blond turned to one of the guards, they wore the same robes but in a different color. Pink. She called one over and pulled his robes off to put on Jacob. The others removed their robes and disposed of them as well, consistency was important. The robes, however, still didn't fit. Jacob's body had been built as an alpha's but he'd renounced that to Sam. It was incredibly possible these people had never captured an alpha before, which would explain why he was tackled by ten of them rather than the usual two.
"Good thing you're in good shape, this is the first time they've ever decided to buy in our business," She turned to look around at all of the pups in line. Out of all of them, Jacob was certain he was the only one who didn't want to be bought. The training and beating were painful, but he refused to serve a leech for the remainder of his life. He would never give himself completely to the demands of their kind, he knew what their real purpose was. Jacob would not allow himself to become a whore.
"We need them to want to come back," she turned back to look at Jacob, resting her hands on his shoulders, "Once this one dies." She patted him then headed to the doors, Jacob struggled to control himself. The training hadn't broken him completely, but that didn't mean he could step out of line either. The doors opened, a wind pushing a familiar scent towards him. Jacob closed his eyes, he knew this person, this specific stink. Only it didn't smell as bad as Jacob's brain had reminded him it did.
"Cullen, nice to know you picked our establishment to buy your first," the blond's voice rung in Jacob's ear, but he didn't care. A Cullen was here, to buy one of them. The assholes! It should be considered violating the treaty, not if it's a lone wolf, which, minus Jacob, they all were. There was another breeze and Jacob opened his eyes, Edward Fucking Cullen was staring at him. He at least had the decency not to smirk, though Jacob was sure he was hiding it underneath.
"Ah, this is John," The blond pointed to the old timer across from Jacob, but Edward didn't look. He didn't care, it was obvious.
"I'll take him," the blond's eyes widened as she looked at him. Jacob licked his lips and bit down on them to stifle the chuckle threatening to spill from his mouth. Bitch put an unbroken wolf on the line up to look good, just turns out that wolf is the one to get bought. Get bought. Oh fuck. It was Jacob's turn to panic, Edward Cullen, the bastard.
"He's not," she shut her mouth and glared at Jacob, "He's relatively new, still some quirks in him we need to break." Her sickly voice comforted him for once, he begged mentally for Edward not to buy him. He didn't want to be a slave.
"You wouldn't put an unbroken wolf on the line would you?" Edward looked at her. He was clearly disgusted by the situation, but Jacob would not put it past him to enslave someone he considered his enemy. If the court could, he could.
"Well no but, for your first you want someone like John," She pointed to the other wolf, Jacob was ready to agree with her, but he had to be a statue or else.
"He looks beaten, you took too much of his pride out, no wonder he's been here for a long time," He turned to Jacob, "This one looks like fun."
"Well, he's not that kind of slave, John however," Edward would have none of that.
"I'll make him that kind," Jacob's heart skipped. He was genuinely scared; being a slave would force him to follow the vampire's every command. Every single god damned one. The court couldn't do that because they refused to blood bond to themselves, but it was required for customers not 'buying in bulk'. And yes, Jacob knew that Edward would hear all this but he didn't care. Anything was better than this.
"Get him out of those stupid robes," the maid came up behind Jacob and began pulling him away, "If I find out you beat him while getting him ready for me, I'll report you to the Volturi, you're lucky we didn't as soon as we found you."
"Why didn't you?" She smirked, Jacob was being pushed back. He was thankful at the defense, even if he didn't need it, but he wanted to know the answer to her question. "Oh that's right, they don't like you all that much either." Jacob scoffed at that, even Vampires hated the Cullens. The pain came before Jacob's ears registered the snap. He fell to the ground, kneeling with his head down in 'respect' to his masters. He moved his head slowly up to see who had made the order.
Edward grabbed the blond from the front of her robes, "I told you not to hurt him."
"He's not yours yet, and I don't think I want to sell him to you anymore, we have the right to refuse service," She choked on the last words. Edward had her held tight.
"You'll sell, or I'll go to your head,"
"You're already in my head Eddie, you can hear all of our thoughts, so tell me. I'm I afraid of you?" Jacob watched the vampire's face. He was pretending to be tough. It was all just a bluff.
"Yes, you are. You didn't think I'd recognize his scent but I did. You weren't only breaking our codes with your establishment, but their codes as well. Especially, since you took an alpha." That was not a bluff.
"He's not an alpha, he's a beta," she argued.
"He renounced control, but he's an alpha." She looked down at Jacob no more content than when she had snapped at him to bow. She nodded and Edward let her go, the maid crouched down next to Jacob.
"When they prick you, make sure it's not your ring finger," She stood then smiled up at Edward before pulling Jacob over to the guards. He was pulled away from the vampire, wondering why the maid would whisper that when they all clearly heard it.
He was released with the clothes he'd been captured in. He entered the ballroom he'd dread his entire time there, walking slowly up to the desk situated by the doors. There Edward stood, waiting impatiently for him but he felt no rush to make him more comfortable. The blond signed off a couple of papers before calling Edward to attention to sign the paper. Jacob came up behind, keeping a distance from his master. Edward tensed at the thought.
The blond waved her hand out to Jacob, he handed her his left hand to her for her to prick and sign the bond. Edward watched her reach for Jacob's index finger and stopped her.
"Let me do it," Jacob turned to the vampire, it didn't matter who did it, so why did Edward care. He felt the small prick, and Edward pressed his hand quickly to the document. The bond was done, Jacob looked down. The prick healed but dry blood let Jacob know which finger it was. Ring finger. He looked up to attack but Edward held his finger up.
"Quiet, walk." He followed his orders. Of course Edward would order him to shut up as his first command. Too bad for the leech it only left his mind to wander.
What do you guys think? Should I finish/ continue? I know its bad but this is just a random idea that popped into my head. I have another chapter to post up soon, tell me if I should even bother. Other wise this'll be it.