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Auction

Chapter 1: Politics and Secrets

Election day is just around the corner, and the demand for the auctioning to end is growing like there's no tomorrow. I wouldn't even have to care about it if my uncle wasn't running for governor, but since he is, I have to keep a closer eye out for the things that are going on. ... Why? Because his opponent is Zelda; a witch that's gaining popularity for her non-auction campaign. It's clearer than day that she's trying to turn the other species against us vampires, but I could less about that.

The "real" reason why this concerns me is that I've committed a crime. A crime that involved me having a being become sold, kidnapped, sent to the auction, and bought by me. And although this all seem complex, I've planned it out ever since I've laid eyes on him a week before my uncle, Ganondorf, ran in the election. At first I thought about abducting him into my second home, or at least in solid vampire-territory, but it wasn't long till it was announced that a member from the vampire clan was going to associate themselves into the election.

This screwed my plans over due to the rise of attention on our species. If one were to find out that I forced a pup into auction and bought him, then it's an automatic that political war will break out. Not "just" because I'm a vampire, but also because my uncle is one of the top runners of the election.

But it's like I said. I could care less about all of it. ... The only ass I'm going to cover is my own. After all, I'm not little any more. I am fourty-five-hundred years old, or in human terms, twenty-nine.

I silently sat back in my desk chair, watching the flames dance inside the nearby fireplace, lighting up the whole room into a sunset color. The light had extended my shadow across the room; One out of the two office spaces inside my mansion. The only reason why I liked this one was that it had the fireplace inside, the floors was a nice dark-cherry wood that was waxed, the walls were stone-black with two of my swords hanging against it above the fireplace. It was also on the second floor, which made me like it even further. Not because it's too high, but because it gave a better view of the moon through the window.

Although I can't spend too much time at home, it's certainly safer for me to do things here. This mansion is further away from the city's and near the ocean. I highly doubt those journalists will try following me here, and even if one of them did, I'll simply just kill them. ... It also puts less stress on me since I never hired anyone for this mansion, unlike the mansion back in the main city. ...Well, except for one worker.

Right when I had got through thinking, a soft knock came from the door, followed by the doorknob turning and being pushed open.

My gaze lingered towards the opening and saw a certain blonde timidly walking inside the room, strolling the tea-cart inside. He paused mid-step and gave a brief bow before quietly saying, "Y-Your drink is ready, Master"

The corners of my lips tugged upwards into what I knew was to be a smirk as I motioned my hand for him to bring the drink over.

His blonde hair was freely out and hung over his shoulders, framing his face beautifully. His eyes reminded me of the sky one would only get to see during the day. ... They were just so blue and crystal-like, and they complimented his milky, porcelain skin. Even though he's less than two-thousand years old, which is most likely in his teen years, he's quite small. Then again it could be the outfit he's required to wear that made him look smaller than what he already was.

Black laced panties with a hole that allowed his tail to sway, a sheer black crop-top that showed his soft, flat stomach, A custom-made leather collar, and a pair of black thigh-high laced stockings.

He stopped the cart on the side of my desk and began setting up the cup and pouring the blood into it. As he had done so, I took the information document off my desk and looked it over, smirking even further, "I have to remind myself as to why you have a savoury scent to you. I almost forgot that you're only 73.2% wolf, and 26.8% human. Such a unique percentage for a being, but I'm more intrigued to know what capability the human blood holds you back from? Shouldn't be much, considering how you still have your tail and ears." I questioned the blonde.

Quickly he sat the kettle back onto the tray and paused for a second, trying to think.

I didn't expect much from him, considering how he have only been here for three days. He's still not adjusted to his settings yet.

"U-Um" He started. "I can't pounce that far, n-nor fully turn into a wolf, Master." He answered.

I nodded my head in response and said, "Very interesting. Sadly I can't say much about myself since I'm one of the ancient vampires from the demon family tree. Though I can say that your first name resembles my middle name."

This had caused his eyes to light up with him saying, "R-Really?"

"Yes. My name is Dark, but my middle name is Link. Subside from that, I must say that you've been doing a good job around the house for your third day." I then reached over and laid a hand on top of his head, scratching his ear a little. "It's only a matter of time till you get adjusted to everything, but know that I'm the one that's going to take care of you from now on. ... I'm your saviour. Without me, you would've been auctioned off to someone terrible." Even though I'm the one who got you there in the first place.

The blonde eyed me shyly as a faint blush came across his cheeks.

"You're too kind, Master. ... B-But everything happened so suddenly. I-I mean my parents signed me away and allowed me to be taken into the auction. ... I had problems with my family before, b-but I didn't think they'd sell me. But then you came and bought me. I-I thought you would've been someone completely horrible, but I was more than wrong." The pup explained.

That's too cute. I knew those damn wolves would sell you to the auction. Especially for the price I gave for them to do so. I held back a laugh and brought my hand away from his head and lied it against his cheek.

"I'll never sell, nor leave you. You're mine, Link." I lightly caressed his cheek and allowed him to rub his face against my palm. "Stereotypes are only stereotypes. ... Wolves family values are as mere as any ordinary family. ... And not all wolves are hideous, as far as I can see after laying my eyes on you."

He nodded his head shyly and quietly pipped up, "Th-Thank you, Master."

"Mhm. Well, your tasks for the night are over. Make sure you take a bath before you go to bed, and you don't have to wait for me. Just go straight to bed if you're tired. I'll join you soon afterwards." I told the blonde.

Again, he nodded his head.

Taking a step back, he gave a small bow to me before walking over to the cart. After a minute or so he began strolling the cart back out the room, leaving me to myself.

Although his parents sold him off for a cheap price, I still may have to kill them off for safe measures. ... They may get too comfortable and think it's okay to open their mouths to the press about the bargain. Not only will they keep the money I gave them, but most likely they'll try scouting me out and give me a fight to take Link back. ... I can't have that happen.

I guess I'll schedule a time for me to assassinate them. But till then, I have to attend one of Ganondorfs speeches to see what's coming up for the near future. Not exactly how I'd like to spend part of my day, tomorrow.