A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of Save Me, Enslave Me! I had this on DA, and it received a great welcome. I know there are a few minor changes I need to make - this does not have a batereader as of yet. Feel free to point any mistakes out to me, and I shall fix them. Anyways, enjoy.

WARNINGS: MATURE, malexmale relationships. Might get graphic later. Angsty, bloody, ect. ect. This is pretty much a master/slave relationship to start. You have been warned.

Save Me, Enslave Me

Chapter 1
Welcome to Hell

Joss had never expected this. Never in a million years. As one who lived to kill vampires, and did so with speed and accuracy, he had thought he could never fail. Of course, he reflected morosely, that was probably his undoing. Now, he was sitting in a damp cell with wet stone walls and bits of hay. The cold of the stone floor was seeping through the seat of his tattered pants, and his arms, bound tight behind his back, were long numbed from their strained position. He didn't know how long he had been kept there, only knew the waiting had long since made his mask of indifference crumble into pieces, revealing his true emotions; fear and defeat, covered by a thin mask of rage.

Rage at the creatures who had captured him, stolen him out of his bed at night and dragged him into the darkness towards a still-unknown fate. It was ironic, he realized now - many times he had dragged one of them from their daylight sleep to their deaths. Perhaps this was their way of getting revenge. Were they going to pour acid on his skin and stake him through the heart next? The idea made his stomach turn.

For a moment, he thought that maybe, just maybe, that would be a just end. He had done the same to so many of them, perhaps their revenge was deserved? But, no. That was absurd. They were monsters, demons who lived to kill. Actually, they killed to live, but what difference did it make? They were still soulless creatures that would sneak into a sleeping girls room and suck her veins dry as he brother watched in terrified silence. They deserved every second of pain he had given them, and then some.

Drip…Drip…Drip…

Joss slowly looked up at the ceiling, eyes finding the source of the annoying dripping noise and following the droplets of dirty water to the ground. He sighed and rubbed his tongue over the roof of his mouth, feeling it stick uncomfortably. It had been at least a day since he had eaten, and longer since he had anything to drink. Hi pride was the only thing keeping him from cupping his hands under the drip and drinking. He wondered if the water was contaminated, and if it would make him sick. Then, he wondered if he should really care any more. He doubted he would get out of this alive anyways.

His musings were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside his cell. He didn't move, didn't look up as they stopped outside of the door. He had a feeling he knew what he would see - the large beast of a guard peering at him through the small, ragged barred window in the wooden door with a fanged leer. Joss looked at the wall, eyes hidden by ragged, filthy blond bangs; he needed a hair cut, and was grateful now that he hadn't gotten one. He didn't want his captors to see the defeat and pain swimming in his green eyes.

Unlike the times before, however, the door swung open, and the man walked in. "Come on, mortal." The man growled, grabbing one of his bound arms and dragging him to his feet. Joss would have winced and protested if his shoulders weren't already numb. He sagged in the mans hold a second; his legs were asleep and it took a second to get them to work. The man didn't give him time, though, and began to drag him out the door, and it took a few steps for Joss to catch his footing. He followed on shaky steps down the long stone hall. The other cell doors stood open; he was the only captive at the moment. There had been one other when he had come a few days before; he had been a scraggly, sandy haired male with a wry grin and a single fang. He had been a slayer as well, and had had the fang implanted, a memento from his first hunt. He had been proud and grinned constantly to show it off, thinking it was the coolest thing. Joss just thought it was creepy.

The large wooden door at the end of the hall opened to a set of stone steps leading to a twin door at the top. They went up and out, and Joss had to squint against the light. It was only from a few lamps in the large room but, compared to the dark of the cells, it was like staring at the sun for a moment. He stumbled along, the guard not seeming to need to let his eyes adjust, and soon found himself across the room - which looked like some sort of lobby - and into an elevator. The annoying, happy elevator music seemed painfully ironic to the slayer; his stomach churned with dread, and the feeling increased with every floor they climbed. His eyes had finally adjusted, thank God.

The doors opened to a long hall with only a set of doors at the end. On the walls were black and white portraits of people, very few of them smiling. As they passed, Joss was slightly disturbed to find the few who were smiling all sported long, deadly fangs.

The guard stopped him at the doors and knocked, three loud raps. There was silence, then the door slowly opened. Joss thought for a moment that they had opened on their own, like they were under a spell like in a creepy horror film, until he saw the two men who had simply been out of sight behind the doors. They were tall, muscular, and sporting sharp glares and fanged smirks.

Joss wished the doors had indeed been spelled.

He was pushed roughly by the guard, and took a few stumbling steps into the room. The guard remained outside. The doors were shut softly and the two vampires tending them each grabbed one of his arms and led him to a large, hard chair in the center of the room. He was pushed into it, arms beginning to sing their song of pain once more, loosing their numbness to the movement. They weren't unbound. Joss hadn't expected them to be.

In front of him, was a long table with 5 large, high backed chairs. In each one, sat a vampire, three males and two females, each appearing somewhere in their elder thirties, though Joss knew they were much older from the look in their eyes. Eyes that had seen more than he could ever imagine.

Joss felt his fear return full force as he realized what was going on. He was going to be tried for vampire slaying in a court held by the very monsters he had hunted down. He suddenly wished he had thrown his pride and sipped the dripping water. He was suddenly positive it would have been the last drink he would ever get.

Unless, of course, they made him drink poison.