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Chapter 6

Enslavement

"You awake yet?"

I groaned as a low voice pierced my consciousness. Slowly, sounds started to penetrate my foggy brain as a dim light floated through my closed lids. I could hear low murmurs of voices around me. Someone was scuffling their feet nearby. The sound of dripping water caused me to wince involuntarily.

"Hello?" the voice said again. "Are you even alive?"

I moaned as I started to slowly open my eyes. The light above me, though dim, caused me to flinch back. I blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the dim lighting. When I was, my eyesight still wasn't fully restored. The edges were blurry as a large opaque shape was positioned in the center.

"Yeah," the voice said again. "It takes a while to get all your senses back."

After a few minutes, my eyes started to adjust. Slowly, I could see the figure in front of me was a smirking boy. I started to get to my feet, but the sudden movement caused a sharp pang to shoot from the middle of my spine to the very top of my head.

"Shit!" I gasped as I collapsed back down. I placed my hand to the back of my head where the majority of the throbbing was.

"Easy, there!" the boy shouted as he tried to steady me. "There's no need to rush anything."

I shook my head as I slowly pulled myself into a sitting position. I leaned against a wall as I tried to collect myself.

I was sitting on a long rectangular room. The first thing I noticed was how dingy the room looked. Water was dripping down from the walls and ceilings and falling down into puddles of various shapes and sizes. Long, dirty, rectangular light were spaced periodically, most of the bulbs broken, on the low-hanging ceiling. It was high enough for a little headroom, but I was sure that if I raised my arm, my fingertips would brush the concrete surface. This room reminded me of where a serial killer would torture his victims.

The last thing I noticed was that the room held more people than I thought. There were about twenty or so of them all around. Some of them were sitting while others were walking and looking around, possibly to look for a way to escape this dank room.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked as I looked at the boy again. He looked to be around my age. He had long, wavy, dirty blonde hair that ended right at his shoulder blades. He had dark emerald green eyes. His face was strong with sharp angles. He sported broad shoulders and a decent build.

The boy shrugged as he got to the balls of his feet so that he could look me in the eye.

"I don't know exactly where we are, but I know that we're in the basement of an auction house."

"Auction house?" I repeated softly. "Auction house for what?"

The boy smiled impishly. "An auction house for slaves, man,"

My eyes widened as memories started to flood back like a tidal wave. Quil…the horde of vampires…Sasha…

Sasha!

"Shit!" I shouted with anger. So the bastards finally got me. I snarled as I looked around. Most of the kids were looking my direction, impassiive expressions painted on their faces. The boy raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"So I was captured?" I asked him with a raised brow of my own. I don't know why I even asked. I knew the answer.

He nodded as he extended an arm. "Yep. The name's Chase. Chase Willows."

I took his hand in mine. "Jacob. Jacob Black."

Chase nodded with a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Jacob."

I nodded in greeting. I took in a deep breath as I glanced around the room. "How long was I out, Chase?"

"About three hours."

"Damn," I muttered softly. I continued to glance around the room, unable to look Chase in the eyes. "Were there others that were brought in?" I asked lowly, my heartbeat accelerating slightly. Chase seemed to understand my uneasiness.

He slowly shook his head as he sat down on his ass and crossed his legs. "No one in your pack was brought in."

I glanced at him with narrowed eyes. "My pack?"

Chase nodded. "Yeah, you're an Alpha, aren't you?"

I gave him a bewildered look, confusion flittering across my face. "What?"

Chase chuckled. "I can smell it on you, man. You're an Alpha."

I shook my head in perplexity. How in the hell did this guy know that I was a werewolf? Unless—

"Are you a werewolf?" I asked softly, not wanting the others to overhear us. Chase laughed loudly at this, drawing unwanted attention in my direction.

"Dude!" Chase chuckled. "We're all wolves!"

I continued to stare at Chase, my eyes wide. "What?"

"All the captured werewolves are brought in this room, Jacob. The captured humans are put into a different room."

I nodded slowly at this. "Okay…but then why can't I smell if you're a wolf or not?" I asked suspiciously.

"I told you that it would take a while to get all your senses back. And it's all because of that thing on your neck."

My hand went instantly to my throat. A hard surface greeted me. My hands wrapped all around my neck, fear implanting itself in my brain. What the hell was on my neck? Chase seemed to sense my fear as he slowly started to take my hands away from my neck. "What…?" I started to ask, but I couldn't get all the words out.

"It's a collar," Chase explained. He moved his hair out of the way and leaned his neck back. A shiny black collar was wrapped tightly around his throat. His fingers slowly started to touch the choker tentatively. "We all have one," Chase whispered as his eyes fell on the floor. "They put it on us when we're unconscious. It stops us from phasing."

I shook my head, now uncomfortably aware of the thing clasped tightly around my throat. "Is that even possible?"

Chase sighed as he let his hair fall back in place. "Some doctor came up with a type of elixir to hold back the wolf in werewolves before the war started. The doctor's family became insanely rich and is now part of the most elite societies in the vampire world. This potion was soon interlaced into these collars and was absorbed into the skin. It was made to hold back the energy where phasing comes from. It went directly to the spinal column and the brain. That's why you woke up with sharp pains in your spine and head. Your body is just now getting used to this foreign liquid." Chase smirked at me after a little bit. "So, right now, you're just a human with a fever and fast healing capabilities. Your senses are still better than the average human's, but you're a lot less weak now than before"

I rolled my eyes as I touched my collar again. Now I really felt like a damn dog. I sighed heavily as Chase crawled over to my left side and leaned against the wall. "So how did you get in here?" I asked absently. I figured there was nothing else to talk about.

"My stomach got me here," Chase chuckled beside me. I glanced at him, wanting an explanation.

"I've been roaming the woods around here for a while," Chase began, his eyes on the wall opposite from us. "I was chased from my home in Chicago a few years back. I had to be an actual animal to survive. Hunting, fighting for territory, the whole nine-yards. But, like always, I wanted something new to shake things up. I was tired of eating deer and squirrels and shit. I wanted real food. So, like a dumbass, I went into the city without planning anything. I found what I wanted, but I think I ate too much, because a few leeches caught me and took me down where I stood. I felt too bloated to do anything." Chase snickered softly. "The next thing I knew, I woke up here a few hours later."

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"Threes days."

I whistled. "I would hate to be in this room for three days with nothing to do."

"Tell me about it," Chase agreed. "So, what got you in here?"

I sighed as I rested my head back against the wall. "My pack and I are originally from Forks, but when the war started, we ran into the forest. We found a cave and hid out there for five years. We met two other packs and over fifty humans."

"Damn," Chase muttered.

"A little over two week ago, a member of my pack, Quil, got captured when we were running a mission, to see if we could take out a few vampires. I don't know what happened, but suddenly, there was a mass of vampires around us. I couldn't do anything but pull back as Quil was captured. A week later, I was assigned to get him back, but that failed miserably." I snorted loudly as I continued. "But today, I tried again with two more members of my pack and two humans. Kim and Natalie were excellent in getting Quil since they were human and would be less noticeable. But as soon as we were about to walk away, the vampires surrounded them. Without thinking, I jumped in to get them out, but the process, I got myself trapped. My pack mates tried to save me, but I ordered them to take the girls and Quil safely back home. It didn't take long for the vampires to take me down." I sighed heavily as I closed my eyes. "And the rest is history."

"Damn, Jacob," Chase muttered. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged as I looked at him. "Wasn't your fault. Anyways, I'm sure my pack will think of a way to rescue me like I did Quil." I laughed loudly. "Maybe they'll even rescue you."

Chase laughed along with me. "I would love that very much."

Our laughter was cut off suddenly when the two, large, steel doors opened at the end of the room. A bright light entered the room, making me shield m eyes with my arm.

"Dogs!" A sharp voice screeched. I cringed as the voice grated against my eardrums. "Get into two lines! Now!"

As my eyes started to adjust, I could make out five figures. I knew immediately that they were vampires. No one moved. A female vampire stepped forwards; her face was set into a snarl. I knew without thinking this was the leader of the group. She seemed to be in her early twenties, but the power she was radiating was intense. She had long brown hair that was pulled into a braid that ran down the middle of her back. Her eyes were a piercing red, her skin insanely pale. She was wearing a tan, button up shirt that was tucked into army tan pants. Her feet were adorned with combat boots. She looked like an incredibly badass cop without the shades.

"I said move, you disgusting flea bags!"

Immediately, her comrades, two males and two females, raced throughout the room, pulling the wolves forcibly into two lines. Loud shouts of complaints echoed off the stone walls of the room. I watched in fascinated horror as the wolves were thrown unceremoniously around. Instantly, a red-haired male, grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the mix. Chase was tossed into the line right next to me. He glared at the blonde female before glancing at me, a small smirk in place. When everyone was in two lines, the leader stalked forwards slowly, her eyes glancing us over with disgust. She walked down the aisle that the two lines made, her arms clasped tightly behind her back, a sharp snarl on her face.

"Let me lay down some rules for you smelly dogs. And you better pay well enough attention because I am not going to repeat myself. There is to be no talking as we walk down the hall to get you ready for the auction today. Only the elite of the elite are allowed to come. You are not to say one damn word. There is to be no eye contact of any kind with any vampires that may cross your path. They are your superiors and you will treat them as such." She glared at all of us before she exhaled sharply. "I said no eye contact!" Instantly, eyes fell to the floor. I glanced around until my eyes fell on the leader.

She ran to my spot in the back of the third line in less than half a second. "I said 'eyes down'," she repeated in a low growl as we stared each other down. After a few seconds, I lowered my eyes to the ground, a snarl painted on my face. The woman glared at me for a few seconds before she walked off, rattling on about more rules. "You are to have your head lowered and arms behind your back." She waited for her demands to be complied. Slowly, everybody assumed the positioned. I was hesitant for a split second before following suit. "You are not to speak to a vampire unless spoken to. And you are to address any superior by Sir, Miss, or Master. Understood?"

"Yes…Miss," everyone muttered softly. My lips remained sealed. I noticed that Chase didn't utter a word, either.

"Wow," she said in a bored voice. "Dogs can learn new tricks." The minions in the back sniggered lightly. "Now, let's move! We have to get your worthless asses presentable enough for your new Masters."

With that being said, the brunette turned on her heel and walked out the door, her posture seeming like she had a steel pole up her ass.

"Let's go!" the red-haired male shouted from behind us. His companions shoved us forward as we were forced out of the concrete prison we were in.

We entered a long hallway with bright lights shining on the ceiling. I glanced around, trying to be as less conspicuous as possible. Two of the vampires were following behind us as the other two were on either side of us with the leader ahead. I contemplated my odds of escaping the vampires surrounding me.

"Don't," the redheaded male warned me as he walked beside my line.

I glanced at him with narrowed eyes. He returned my glare with a cocky smirk.

"I can sense urges," he told me as we turned a corner that lead to another long hallway. I rolled my eyes as I looked forwards, the vampire next to me grating on my nerves. I heard him chuckle slightly. "Like right now. You have the urge to punch me."

I shook my head as I tried to ignore him. We were soon stopped by two large double doors like the one in the rectangular room. The leader turned around to face us, her face still set into a snarl. I wondered if this woman ever smiled.

"This is the shower room," she told us severely. "You are to remove all of your clothes, and clean yourselves up. You only have three minutes, so make it quick." With that, she pushed open the doors to reveal a large room with large showerheads on the ceiling. We were once again shoved into the room as the doors were closed behind us. I noticed multiple vampires in this room. Some were at the end of the room while others were to the sides. Large wheels, like the ones you open valves with, were behind them.

"Strip!" the woman shouted. "Everybody strip!"

No one moved as we glared at all the vampires in the room.

"Don't make us help you remove your clothes for you," the leader warned. With that threat hanging in the air, everyone slowly started to remove their clothing, all the while trying to cover up the best they could. I remained impassive as I watched everyone crumble to the vampires' will.

"You and I are just going to have a problem, aren't we?"

I whipped my head around to find the female in front of me, her face now contorted into a smirk. So she does have more than one facial expression.

"You want us to help him strip, Vennessa?" the blonde female asked with a bored voice. I tensed at the words.

Vennessa continued to watch me closely. "Not right now," she muttered softly. She sniffed the air around me, her eyes lighting up at what she found. "So…," she said with a small smile. "You're an Alpha."

I shook my head curtly. "Not exactly," I spat at her. She seemed unfazed by my apparent ire.

"I should have guessed," Vennessa continued. "Alphas are naturally born strong-willed."

With a fluid swiftness that only vampires possessed, she leaned down and tugged at my sweats, ripping them clean off my body. I gasped at the sudden movement. Black fabric cascaded down to the floor. I looked down at my now naked form, surprise etched onto my face. I glanced back at her, my surprise still showing. She was now smiling up at me, her stance relaxed as she balled up my now ruined pair of sweats in her right hand.

"I told you that if you didn't strip now, that we would help you." She threw the ball of fabric over her shoulder with a smirk. "I always fall back on my word. Now go shower, you disgusting mutt."

I snarled, but followed her demands. I found an unoccupied showerhead and waited for the water to shower down on me. When everyone was in place Vennessa moved to the end of the room and nodded to the vampires to the side. They started to slowly turn the wheels and suddenly, ice-cold water fell onto my skin. I jumped at the cold contact.

"You have three minutes!" Vennessa shouted over the cascading water. I tried my best to get as washed up as possible. To get as much of the filth of lying on that dirty floor off of me. Three minutes came and went as the water was turned off. We were forced into two lines again as we walked to the end of the room. We were handed a towel and some new clothing which consisted if heavy sweatpants for the boys and shorts and a tank top for the girls. When we were dried off and presentable enough for Vennessa's calculations, we were on our way to the next room.

When we entered it, the first thing I thought of was being backstage of a theatre. Only, the walls were lined with benches as vampires roamed all over the place. Some of them had clipboards while others had cleaning supplies. The entire area was bustling with activity. We were ushered to the benches nailed to the wall and forced to sit down. A large red and gold curtain separated us off from another room.

Chase huffed as he was forced to sit down next to me. I glanced at him, asking silently if he was okay. He just nodded as he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. I sighed as I copied suit.

~b~

It must have been about forty minutes, but we were ordered to sit straight with heads bowed and hands in our laps. A hush fell over the room as a large, booming voice floated around from behind the curtain.

"Welcome, my esteemed ladies and gentlemen. Please sit back and enjoy our show for the evening. For tonight, we have wolves up for auction." The voice paused for a minute before it started up again. "Let us begin. We have up first, a nineteen-year-old female from Mckinney, Texas. She goes by the name of Tasha White."

The first person on the bench, Tasha obviously, was picked up from the bench and tossed behind the curtain.

"We shall start at one-thousand. Let the bidding…begin!"

Immediately, multiple voices resounded throughout the building. I listened in disgust as voices cried out their desire to have Tasha as their own personal slave. The number rose as high as ten-thousand before the auctioneer said that the bidding was closed. The day continued on like this for the next twenty minutes. I wanted to vomit at the thought of vampires actually buying us as slaves. That was so fucking disrespectful, not to mention, degrading. But, obviously, the vampires didn't care.

It was soon my turn as I was grabbed by the arm and escorted to the curtain. I waited behind the large curtain with a caught breath. I couldn't actually grasp the idea of me being bought as a slave to these disgusting leeches. I looked behind me to find Chase giving me a sad look.

"Good luck," he mouthed sadly.

I nodded in denial.

"Next we have a twenty-three-year-old Alpha male from La Push, Washington. He goes by the name of Jacob Black."

I was shoved through the curtain forcibly when the voice was done speaking. I stumbled to the center of the room, just barely missing face planting the stage. I looked around quickly as I tried to survey my surroundings. All around me were vampires with an air of snarkiness about them. They were in multiple boxes carved of elegant wood and gold. The boxes were spaced all throughout the room, some extending to the very top to the ceiling. I could see that the boxes that were higher in the air were tinted, so I couldn't see who was in them. To my right, a long table of phones was in a line, the vampires sitting at them were apparently manning them. I had a hunch that they were connected to the tinted booths above.

"Now," the auctioneer said to my left. I noticed that he was extremely overweight with a bad haircut. He reminded me of a used car salesman. "As you can see, he has an incredible physic and in amazing health. And since he's an Alpha male, let's start the bidding at fifteen-thousand."

That offer took my breath away. I didn't like the idea of being auctioned off like cattle, but I didn't know I was worth that much…

"Fifteen-thousand five hundred!" a voice shouted out loud.

"Eighteen-thousand!" another one topped.

"Twenty-thousand!" another shouted. On and on it went. I listened in disbelief as the numbers escalated to the hundred-thousands. The phones were ringing off the hook as the leeches working them shouted out the bidder's bids. Well, this was one way to boost an ego drastically. Soon, only one vampire in one booth and another on the phone were the only ones competing.

"Two hundred-thousand!" the vampire in front of me shouted. Everyone waited to hear what the response on the phone would be.

"Two hundred fifty-thousand," the man on the phone said.

"Five hundred-thousand!" the guy in front of me screeched. Everyone gasped at the offer. The man seemed please with himself as he looked me over, thinking that he won the battle with this mystery man on the phone. Everyone held their breath—though they didn't need it— as they waited for the other man's bid. They guy on the phone listened intently to the silk-like voice that came through from the other end. The man's eyes widened before he put the phone on his shoulder and spoke softly.

"One million."

Everything was silent. I almost fainted at the offer. After a few minutes the auctioneer roared, "Sold! To the man on phone three!"

One million dollars. I was apparently worth one million dollars. Another male vampire stepped onto the stage and shoved me towards a small wooden door that leads to a winding staircase carpeted in red velvet. I was shoved up the steps, but I could only go so fast. I was still reeling from the fact that I was sold off at one million dollars.

"You should feel lucky," the bloodsucker muttered from behind me. "That's the highest the bid has ever gone. You should feel happy that you broke a record."

I just nodded as I stopped at the top of the stairs. A large mahogany door was now the only thing that blocked my path to my new Master. As I was about to open the door with a shaky hand, I was grabbed by the arm, my eyes forced to look at the vampire behind me. He glared down at me with narrowed eyes.

"Remember, no eye contact, head down with arms behind your back, no speaking without being spoken to, and you will address your new Master as Sir or Master. Got it?"

I nodded in mute understanding as the large leech knocked softly on the door.

"Come in, my new pet," a silk voice filtered through the door like melted butter. The leech slowly opened the door, glanced at me, and shoved me inside before walking out and closing the door behind him.

Leaving me with my new Master and owner.

Can anyone guess who Jacob's new Master is? I'll give you three guesses:) Ha ha ha ha! I guess it's pretty obvious who Jake's new owner is, but for those of you who don't, I won't spoil the surprise;) Anyway, Edward is going to be in the next chapter. Oh, wait! I just spoiled it…*EVIL SNICKER* REVIEW!