A/N: This is just an idea that came into my head. Enjoy and REVIEW please!

Hello, fan peoples.

Holy shit, it's Damon!

Sup.

What are you doing here?

Just telling the fans that if they review, I'll come visit them in the middle of the night…wearing little clothes…

Are you helping me?

…No.

Ok. But you know this story isn't about you, right?

Wait, what?

Anyway, onto the story!

What?

Halle's POV

The darkness overtook me, and I couldn't breathe. No, I wasn't chocking, I was scared out of my somewhat stable mind. The noises of the small crowd behind the curtain in front of me were chattering incessantly, debating about the girl going before me. Yep, girl. Just like me.

A binding was around my eyes, keeping me from seeing anything at all. Before I had gotten out here, the people who had kidnapped me from my own house had forced me to strip down to my bra and panties, both black. There was a chill in the air, and the soft noises of people moving around behind me filled my already pounding ears. I heard the auctioneer decide on the price of the woman.

Yep, price. I had a little warning before I came out here. This was a slave auction.

Barbaric, right?

And I was in it.

"Five thousand, to the gentleman in the front." The auctioneer said, banging a mallet. I couldn't see him, but I could hear everything perfectly. I felt someone pushing me forward roughly, and I stumbled a little before taking shaky steps forward. I stopped six steps later, like they told me, and stood still, trying not to hyperventilate.

"Our next lady is Halle!" The auctioneer said. Apparently our last names didn't matter after we were "sold". "She is seventeen years old with long dirty blonde hair and shining gray eyes!" No one said anything. "And look at that tan skin and curves!" I didn't want them to, and the crowd was still silent. But when the auctioneer said the next thing, people started freaking out. "She is also a virgin!"

There were immediate shouts from the crowd, and I knew that I was done for. I was going to be sold to some random guy that would probably rape me until he left me to die. Fanfreakingtastic. There were shouts of money getting higher and higher until a voice rang over all of them.

"One hundred and fifty thousand." He said. I froze. His voice sounded sweet, like honey almost, but I could sense a major hint of malice hidden underneath. It scared me, and I didn't even know what he looks like.

The auctioneer was quiet for a moment before regaining his senses. "One hundred and fifty going once, twice, sold! To…oh dear."

Shit.

The auctioneer continued, though. "To the gentleman in the back!" I didn't know what to do until an arm was hooked with mine suddenly. The same voice from before whispered in my ear.

"Just come with me, love." The sweet and sour voice sent a chill down my spine, and he chuckled quietly. He started to pull me away, through the crowd. The next girl must have come on stage, because the auctioneer started talking again.

I almost screamed when I felt a hand on my bare stomach. A totally different hand touched my butt, and I jumped forward. "You don't have a choice, love. It's how slaves are here." The honey-like voice said in my ear. I whimpered quietly. The man chuckled again, but hissed something in another language at the crowd, and there were no more hands on me. I made a quiet sigh of relief, but he talked to me again. "Don't think I'm doing this because I feel sorry for you." He said. "I just want you all to myself."

I felt tears in my covered eyes, but forced them back. This was my life now. Stuck in the Dark Dimension.

This mystery guy pulled me along for a long time until he stopped suddenly. "Step up." The man told me. I didn't argue, and was surprised when I found a step. He pushed me up, and then I was inside a cart of some kind. It moved around when the man got in after me, and then he made me sit down. The cart started moving again.

Finally, then blindfold was pulled off of my eyes. I blinked a few times, but it was still dark. There was a little light from the cracks in the curtain on the window. The man was sitting across from me. I couldn't see much. Only his eyes. They were a shining golden color.

"Hello, love." He said, smiling. I could see his white teeth in the dim light. The carriage was moving slowly, and I was still breathing hard. "You have lovely eyes." He told me. I looked around the carriage, and saw that it was pretty empty minus the plush seats and us. Wait, plush…

There was suddenly a hand on my chest, forcing me to lie down in the long seat. The man was leaning over me, his eyes bright. I saw how long his hair was, because it framed his face even past his chin. He placed his knees on either side of my legs, effectively straddling me. I felt my breathing get even faster. He placed a finger on my lips. "Shh, quiet now." He said. His hand traced a circle on my stomach, and moved up, playing with the strap of my bra.

"Who are you?" I asked quietly as both of his hands slid behind my back. I sobbed.

"Shh, quiet. Call me Shinichi." He said, unclasping the bra.

WHAT? You chose him in this story but not ME?

Yep. Get over it, Damon.

You suck.

You do too. Literally.

Oh my God…

Will you still tell them to review?

…

Please? They listen to you.

Fine. Review and I will come. Hehe.

Yay! Thanks for reading!