Please note - Vampires in this story are not affected by light after they have been chipped, and only pureblood Vampires actually consume human blood
As the sun began to fade behind the rooftops of a large bustling town in a large market square people began to gather for the auction that was currently underway.
Dark red eyes surveyed the crowd of humans assembled in the marketplace, as the menacing albeit semi naked, figure was chained to the auction post, which was basically an iron pole that jutting out horizontally in the centre of the stage. Baring his non-existent fangs, the monster hissed threateningly at the crowd, causing the crowd's voice to raise a few octaves higher, not in fear, but in exhilaration. It had been four years since humans had defeated the vampires, and although many remained, mostly the servant class forced into slavery or put on displays at zoos, it was incredibly rare to come across an aristocratic vampire, but unfathomable to come across a pureblood, for the purebloods in the first few years after their defeat had been sentenced to execution.
The auctioneer casually began to ascend the stairs on the left side of the podium, using his long walking stick as more of a prop than using it for assistance. The vampire growled fiercely at the auctioneer, who had demanded two days prior that he was to have his fangs removed without antiseptic. The purebloods mouth was still slightly swollen from the painful removal of his fangs, and was seething in hatred for the man who did this to him. After his teeth had been removed he had been injected with a growth stinter, which as long as it was injected every 5 months, would prevent the regrowth of his fangs permanently, leaving the vampire no possible way of killing its prey, and slicing its throat open. This was one of the reasons he was unable to escape; now semi defenceless, apart from the fact that he was still groggy from the drugs.
Kaname had managed to keep hidden for almost four years, but he had made a mistake in taking that human, for unbeknownst to him vampire hunters had taken shelter in the small village, and before he knew it, Vampire hunters had released multiple electro bullets, which were basically a small device, fired from a gun, which upon impact caused an electric current to paralyse the target for a short period of time, and had subsequently captured him. The hunters had used a chip gun to insert an electric device into the left side of his collarbone. Kaname didn't remember much of the past few weeks, in between the torture, torment and seemingly endless drugging. He could understand where he was though, and his mind was clear enough to distinguish certain voices and smells around him.
Cold Amethyst eyes took in the Vampire on the podium; a small smirk forming on the young man's face. He couldn't believe his luck, he had head that the hunting society had caught a pureblood, and had come to investigate, and perhaps he may know the vampire for sale. Zero Kiryuu Stared at the vampire on the stage, his proud head held high even in a semi drugged state, long mattered brown hair swept back in the light chilly breeze of the evening. Zero decided in that instant, that he would buy the Vampire, for even though he did not recognise him, he was beautiful. Yes he would buy him, and he would enjoy breaking him.
Zero was incredibly rich, for during the war, he had killed Vampires mercilessly, and as the law dictated had claimed all their possessions placing all of the money into high interest accounts, so in his own right he was now a billionaire. He did not enjoy killing average Vampires, it was the purebloods he held a vendetta against. Purebloods had killed his family and his adopted sister. Yes this slave would feel all the pain that he wished to inflict on the pureblood kind.
Zero spotted a mature bidding assistant, one who looked experienced. He didn't wish for the slave to know who had brought him, because as far as he was concerned the pureblood turned slave would only need to know him as Master. Zero walked up to the auction assistant, and smiled at him, drawing his attention.
A young man approached me, he looked young, but his eyes displayed wisdom beyond his years. He was dressed in a fine black suit, white silk shirt with ruffles around the collar, which undoubtedly meant that he was from the higher point of society. This was to be expected, for over the past week there had been a lot of talk over this particular slave, and the stories that followed. The young man had reached me and now stood in front of me. He was by no means a short man, but not tall either. I took a deep calming breath. "How can I assist me 'lord?" The silver haired man smiled at me, and in a disinterested tone stated that he wished to buy the slave currently on stage, for whatever the price. My eyes widened, I stammered back that the bidding could well go over five hundred thousand silvers, but he just smiled in reply, and said that money was not a matter. He then handed me his bidding card and personal card, told me to have the slave delivered at ten the next day and walked off into the shadows. I grunted. As long as I got paid it didn't matter. Time crept slowly over the next few minutes, as I struggled to the front of the crowd, and the bidding commenced.
The bidding rose quickly, and I lost my nerve, it had reached 1.5million, and I was unsure if the gentleman wished to pay that much, "1.5 million, going once! Going twice!" Just as the Auctioneer was about to sell, I forced my bidding card into the air , "2 MILLION!", "Sold to bidder 7017 for 2 million!!!" the auctioneer cried, slamming his cane down on the wooden deck immediately, obviously pleased with this sum. With a big grin on my face I went to the back of the auction block, and gave them the bidding card, telling then my assistant bidding number. They then scanned the bidding card, subsequently tearing it up so it could not be used by anyone again, and printed out receipts. I then told them he was expected at ten tomorrow. I thanked them, and then I hurried back to my post, still grinning from ear to ear, I had just earned over ten thousand silvers.
I glowered at all the humans who bid on me, but alas, that did nothing to slow the bidding, so I tuned out. I closed my eyes, and went into my mind, remembering before the war. I came to when I heard a bidder shout out 2 million though, and startled by the nearness of the cry, I opened my eyes, and glared at the man below the stage. He was obviously not wealthy by his clothing, so he must be one of those humans sent to represent the rich. Suddenly I felt my chains being unattached from the post, and hissed at the men who dragged me off stage, and then took me to tents out back. I was chained eagle in one of the tents, and hosed down and roughly dragged outside, forced into an iron cage then chained to its base. I didn't pay attention to the time, but by the moon I estimated it was about two hours before they came for me, injecting another dose of some drug into my system before my cage was covered with an off smelling leather tarp, and hoisted onto a truck to be driven away to someplace they properly cleaned and clothed... Vampires. The next fourteen hours passed by slowly in a hazy blur.
The drive home was uneventful. I paid gave the taxi driver my card, and told him to bill my sectary, he nodded politely and drove off. I felt slightly fatigued, as I climbed the fine stone stairs leading to my two story home, designed in the 17th century gothic style. I pulled out my keys and inserted a black one into the lock turning it before removing it and pushing open the door which squeaked loudly, I flinched at the noise. I needed to get one of my slaves to fix it soon.
I have around 6000 words written for this story at the moment, please review if you want me to continue. I promise lost of kinky... you know what.