A/N: This Blaine will be very possessive as you will soon see. His mannerisms can be very dark from time to time. There will be NO rape involved in this story. There will be lemons (smut), but it will all be very consensual. I will put warnings before the chapter if things get iffy.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to their owners. I'm just dropping them into my crazy supernatural world.

Rachel's POV

The day I so wildly hoped would never come was here.

The bed that used to comfort me on cold winter nights seemed to shrink while I slept. Perhaps it was the impending slavery that reminded me that I wasn't a little girl anymore. No more twin sized mattress for me. More than likely, at my buyer's estate, I would call the cement floor and its coldness my home. With that thought, I rolled to my side to stare out the window, snuggling into the itchy cotton blanket one last time.

The room I grew up in was small and plain. It was unlike me in almost every way, but I still took comfort from its simplicity. Beige walls, a small closet that I used to hide in when my guardians were angry, and an equally as tiny bed in the corner of it. The window was at the far end, it's almost picturesque view marred by the cast iron bars welded across it. But even with all that the sun's beautiful rays still shined threw unperturbed.

This was my favorite part of the day. When my guardians were sleeping and I was the only one moving about the house. I would miss this time.

Standing up as quietly as I could, I walked almost hesitantly to the window, constantly worried that the sun will reject me like everyone else. It didn't, and when I stepped in front of the window fully, I could almost feel the heat of the rays embracing me as its own.

I always felt better in the sun. I rarely was let out of the house but on those special occasions when they did let me out, I basked in its rays happily. I didn't know exactly why or how but it seemed to strengthen me from within. It was almost as if I was solar powered. I giggled softly.

Soon enough I heard the movements from the servants downstairs. It wouldn't be long until they would wake. With a sad sigh, I abandoned my spot by the window and walked to the bed, folding the blanket and setting it neatly at the foot of it. I knew my ordinary clothes would not be suitable for the main event of the day, so with nothing left to do, I sat on the mattress waiting for my guardians to make there presence known. It only was a few minutes until one barged in rather dramatically.

Samantha seemed to all by skip into my room. She was a tall and lanky woman, with unpleasant wrinkles and too much make up on her face. Today she dressed for royalty, in a long sashaying red dress complete with a corset and her dull lifeless hair pinned on the top of her head. She thrust a garment bag at me and pointed toward the door.

"Go get yourself cleaned up and then put that on. You don't have the breasts for it but it will have to do. We won't have you embarrassing us when our guests arrive."

How early were they supposed to arrive? I gulped and nodded up to her and with an exaggerated huff she left me alone. I gave into temptation and unzipped the bag slowly. It was a beautiful emerald green dress that seemed to shine even in the bag. Pulling it out to inspect if fully, I knew right away that my cleavage would be on display, with its barely there straps and thin material that would just barely cover the moons of my breasts. Luckily it had a built in bra so I did not have to worry about that. Holding it up to my body, I groaned when I noticed how short it would be. With a silent tear, I stuffed the dress back into the bag and made my way to the washroom.

With a frustrated tug, I pulled at the hem of my dress, wishing hopelessly for it to become longer. With a deep steadying breath I stepped into the library where all the guests have already arrived.

"There she is! Our little angel has finally come to grace us with her beauty!"

I almost rolled my eyes at Samantha's antics but that would require me to look up, which I still have not done. My long dark hair framed my face for one safe moment before my chin was roughly pulled up by my other guardian Alexander.

Alexander was just as tall as Samantha but where she could hide her cruelty behind a sometimes pretty mask, Alexander could not. His face was littered with scars from his infantry days, his balding head always seemed to gleam with sweat and his teeth were an unsettling green. He whispered for me to hold my head up, unless I wanted a black eye to match my pretty dress. I flinched and did as he said.

He turned toward the waiting crowd that filled the library. "I would like to thank you all for coming. Before we get to the bidding, I think you should all get to know what you could be buying for your household, whether it's for helping around your estate or other more….pleasurable avenues. First and foremost, she is untouched, completely pure. She is proficient in mathematics, reads at a college level, able to complete tasks with minimal supervision and knows her way around a kitchen. I would suggest that you don't let her out of her room for the first couple weeks, for fear of her escaping. Setting clear ground rules and punishments is important with this one. My wife and I tried to snuff out her spitfire nature, we only succeeded somewhat as you can see. But don't let that stop you, she is an obedient servant just like the rest of them. Now…shall we start the bidding at ten thousand?"

By the end of speech I could barely stand upright. The room seemed to get smaller and the voices surrounding me turned into a dull whisper. I was on the verge of passing out when I heard something that brought me back to the present.

"I bid three million for the girl."

Gasps were heard throughout the now silent room, all attention drawn to the man at the back of the room. He stood there unfazed by the stares he was receiving in his classic black suit and tie, his dark curly hair was almost the same shade as mine as he stared unashamedly in my direction. His hazel eyes gave off so much heat I thought I would be set on fire right there but instead the heat travelled to the space between my thighs, my panties growing wet from his stare alone. I thought I saw him smirk but it was gone so quickly I must have imagined it.

Finally shaking out of his stupor, Alexander shakily replied, "Three million for the girl! Anyone want to go up against Mr. Anderson with four million?"

"I will go up against Mr. Anderson with four."

I swear I saw nothing but dollar signs in my guardians' eyes as everyone now turned to the front of the crowd. This man although handsome did not have the same effect as Mr. Anderson did. There was something in the way he looked at me that made me want to run in the opposite direction.

"Mr. St. James I wondered when you would speak up. It's five to you sir," Alexander looked to the man in the back of the room once again.

"Ten million and let that be the end of it."

Samantha promptly passed out after that, but everyone seemed to ignore her in favor of what the other man would do. After a few tense minutes he spoke up.

"I concede."

It was all a blur after that. I was being rushed out of the room to pack what little things I had into an old tattered suitcase that Samantha handed me. I was making my way to the stairs when I heard harsh whispers coming from Alexander's office. Looking around once, I dropped the suitcase and tiptoed toward the sliding doors that closed off the room. Through the crack of the door I could just make out the fire roaring behind the two men who fought over me just a few minutes before.

"Anderson? That is what you went with? You are so predictable Blaine, running back to the name you left this godforsaken place with."

Before I could think on what that could mean, the other man I now know as Blaine spit back angrily. "What the fuck does it matter? I came here to get her and I succeeded. So tell me Jesse, why are you really here?"

Jesse shrugged and turned toward the fire. "I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Her beauty is staggering, and the glow surrounding her is plain to see even if these people cannot. So naturally I wanted her for myself. She does smell divine doesn't she? And a virgin no less? How….delicious."

I watched in horror as Blaine snarled loudly, large black angel like wings seemed to suddenly appear on his back and spread out to its full length as he effortlessly picked up Jesse from the floor with one hand around his neck. Jesse showed his wings as well, although unlike Blaine's his was almost pure white. He growled low trying to fight his unbreakable and harsh hold while his aggressor spoke.

"Rachel is MINE! I own her now! I will be the only one who gets to be between her thighs! EVER! If you ever so much as look at her I will send you to your final death…damn the consequences!"

My mind had apparently heard enough by that point, and before I knew what was happening I blacked out on the spot. That last thing I saw was a pair of hazel eyes rushing to my side before I hit the ground.