Notes: Hey guys! Thanks for reading my story3 Umm as I stated before, this is completely AU and has major BDSM themes and is going to be rather graphic in some spots. There is possible death, torture, and violence though I'll put a warning before each chapter. Umm thanks for reading again! This is my first FF story and I hope y'all like it!
Chapter One.
Animal I Have Become.
Features: Chris, Allison, Talon, Derek, Calla.
Even the thought of what of her father was about to do was enough to turn Allison's stomach. People weren't meant to be used as barganing chips in a negotiation but her father didn't understand that, all he understood was that it could mean the end to him worrying about what would happen if the wolves got tired of behaving. Which was why he was preparing to meet with the two local alpha's and offer up someone he had no right to. "Dad you know this isn't right." Her voice was cold but lowered, trying to make sure that no other person in the house could hear her.
Chris Argent turned to face his daughter, startled to find her right behind him. His eyes were hard as he ran a hand over her dark hair, stopping to cup her face. "It's the only way to make sure no one gets hurt." his voice was soft but firm, trying to show his daughter that nothing she said could change his mind.
No one would get hurt? What about Calla? What about the innocent blonde that haden't done anything to deserve what Chris was about to put her through? Allison gave voice to her questions while turning from her father, breaking the contact they shared. "What about Calla? She'll be hurt."
Checking the clock showed that there was no time for this argument, no time to explain that he'd prepared as much of a safety net for the girl as he could. "Allison this isn't your problem to worry about but I assure you I'm going to give the girl as much protection as I possibly can. And even if I couldn't do that isn't one person's injury or death better than many people's?" He didn't wait for an answer to his question, turning back to the table and picking up a .45 and a clip for it, slipping the clip into the gun before putting the gun into the holster at his hip. His eyes looked into the mirror in front of him and met his daughter's. "Just trust me Allison. Please." he turned back to her, pressing his lips to her forehead before stepping out the door, shutting it firmly behind him. Leaving his daughter chewing her lip worriedly as she stared after him.
About thirty minutes later.
The testosterone in the air was almost palapable as the two men stared each other down. Blue eyes met green, both flashing to red every couple of minutes. They'd been sitting there like that for almost twenty minutes, not looking away from each other, not moving from where they stood. Their stances were seemingly casual, one leaned against a black camaro's hood while the other seemed to be relaxing with his foot rest on the bumper of a red chevy truck. Headlights cutting across them finally got their attention, both of their head's snapping to face the newly arrived car. As the door openned, the car still running as the driver stepped out, it seemed the tension around all of them increased even more. "Wolves." Chris said the word the way most would say "gentlemen." in greeting as he walked to stand in front of his own car, arms seeming to be relaxed at his side though each rested only inches from a weapon. He was face two alphas alone, it wasn't his smartest idea but it was worth what he could get out of this.
Derek Hale stepped forward first, offering a curt nod to Argent. The tall, muscular wolf didn't like that he now had his back to the other alpha but he trusted they both wanted what they were there for bad enough to put their differences aside for the moment. "Chris. Have you thought about what was discussed the last time we all spoke?" He tried to contain himself as the other alpha walked forward, his muscles jumping with the need to turn on the other male but he kept his focus on the hunter.
Talon Wilde came forward as Derek spoke, the twenty-four year old's gait one that spoke of casual dominance, saying that he saw himself as the one in charge of this little meeting no matter what the other's thought. He stopped a step in front of Derek, a small sign that he thought of himself as the dominant one. He stayed silent though, his eyes locked on Chris' challengingly as he awaited the older male's response.
This really wasn't a good meeting. Chris felt uncomfortable as he confronted the two supernatural creatures and what he was about to do made it even worse. "I have. This is what I've decided. You'll both be allowed to court the girl," he watched as grins began forming on the wolves' faces before pushing on, "But, you can't force anything on her, its her decision on who she wanted to be with. And, in return for allowing you to take one of our own, you must sign an agreement that states you'll refrain from turning anymore humans and control your packs so none of them kill anyone. Agreed?"
Derek simply nods his head, more than willing to agree to anything if it meant he got a shot at Calla.
Talon on the other hand smirked and cocked his head to the side. "I have one more question hunter. Is she trained?" To any other person the words wouldn't have made much sense but Chris understood exactly what he was asking.
Wolves had an unconventional view of sex, relationships, and bonds. Most people had heard of BDSM but they didn't know that it actually originated with the wolves, with their need to dominate and submit. But the Argents did. In fact, they'd picked up on it and almost all the hunters got into it, taking up dominant and submissive roles depending on what they preferred. Chris himself was personally a dominant or Master, taking on any submissive that caught his eye and training them to be good slaves. He currently only had one, and that was Calla. He'd only begun her training about three months ago, two months after she'd moved into his house. Her family had died on a hunt and see as her dad was Chris' best friend he took Calla in. "She has some training, nothing too advanced. She's found she likes the submissive role though she isn't one to just give up and submit, you have to work for it. She has to think you deserve it."
His words caused both of the alphas to grin. She was going to be a challenge and there was nothing they loved more than a challenge.
"So do we have a deal?" Chris asked again, his voice hard. He wanted to get out of here but at the same time the longer it took for this to finish the longer he had before he had to go home and break the news to Calla.
Derek nodded his head again, not one to waste words when a simple action would do. Talon grinned, just a hint of his canines glinting in the moonlight, and jutted his hand out towards Chris. "You have yourself a deal."
Chris warily took the alpha's hand, giving it a firm shake before turning around and getting back in his car, leaving the two alphas alone in the dark.
About twenty minutes later
Buzzzzzz. Buzzzzzz. The sound of her phone vibrating on her desk caused Calla's head to rise from where she was bent looking at her laptop screen. She sighed slightly as she rose from her bed, getting to her feet and walking to her desk, unlocking her phone to check her knew text message. "Playroom. Ten minutes." That simple text sent a thrill through the blonde as she looked at it, her lips quirking up in a smile before she put her phone back down and started rummaging through her closet, looking for the clothes her Master approved of her wearing.
She finally turned away with a lacy black skirt in her hands and a corset with red ribbons used to lace it up. She quickly pulled off her baggy sweatshirt, dropping it carelessly to the floor, and pulled off the pajama shorts and underwear she'd be lounging in so that she could pull the short skirt on, loving the way it made her smooth legs look even longer. She slipped the corset around her body and held it to her breasts, walking out of her room and heading down the hall to Allison's. The other girl's door was open so Calla simply walked in. "Hey Ali can you lace me up? I only have about five minutes to be ready." She asked her question casually, like this was a completely normal thing for her to be doing. Because it was, Allison knew of her family's "pastimes" and even indulged in them quite often herself.
The brunette rose from her computer chair and walked over to the slightly taller girl. "Sure, turn around." She grasped the ribbons and pulled tight, closing the leather around the other female's torso as tight as she could before tying a knot and stepping away. "There you go! Have fun Calla!" Allison smiled before turning away and returning to her seat to continue with whatever she'd been interrupted from.
Calla smiled and said thank you before turning around and heading out of the room, going down the hall and stairs until she reached the bottom floor. There she headed down another hallway that lead to a large room, an addition to the original design to the house. She opened the door and stepped in, flipping the switch to let the lights flicker to life.
The room was large, almost the size of three of her rooms, and there was a door off to the side that led to a large bathroom. The walls had no windows, instead there were lines of shelves with interesting things hanging on them. Whips, chains, cuffs, floggers, dildos, and all other sorts of instruments and toys. There were shackles hanging from the walk and a big wooden "X". In the center of the room was a large four poster bed with a black comforter on it, rolled down to the foot of the bed to reveal the red silk sheets.
Calla knew what she was supposed to do and, as she heard the front door of the house open and shut, she knew she only had a few moments to do it. The room was specially designed so that you could hear what was going on outside of it but no one could hear was what happening inside those four walls. Calla quickly stepped onto a little mat off to the right of the door and dropped to her knees, turning so she faced the door she bent forward, stretching her arms out in front of her, crossed at the wrists, and her forehead rested against the mat. Prepared for what was to come when that door opened.