A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
The slaves drew up Alaric's bath knowing the vampire would soon rise and wish to bathe before embarking on the next part of his journey. The water was perfect in the granite tub and the humans hurried away before the vampire awakened.
Alaric woke up knowing it was about five am based on the hands of the clock. The sun would be rising within the next two hours and he hoped to be gone by then. He looked over at the sleeping slave seeing her bare back and bottom exposed from beneath the sheet. The scars were there but the infection was gone leaving nicely healed wounds behind. Alaric ran his hands over her warm skin letting her scent entice his senses and bring around his arousal. He turned the sleeping human over on her back watching her wake up slightly dazed and unsure of where he was.
"Where…." She started to say but Alaric cut her off with his lips. Brooklyn was caught off guard by his movement and felt her arms being pinned above her head and legs being parted.
"It's time to wake up," he whispered with lust dripping in his voice. Brooklyn could only nod and tilted her head back giving her throat better exposure to the vampire's waiting lips. Alaric nipped at the warm thin skin as he snapped his hips against her.
Dean was awake and tuned in to the sounds of activity on the deck above. He could hear the heartbeats of the humans above as they loaded up the ship. Dean could also hear the unnatural steps of the vampires that were aboard as well. He listened closer picking out the voices of four vampires and the rest being humans. The vampire kept tight in his hiding place at the sounds of the doors opening below and the vampire stepping out. Dean hoped the smell of the cargo would mask his scent as the vampire walked towards the door. He closed his eyes and covered his body with a blanket. The vampire stepped inside and slowly made the round through the cargo hold. His sharp nose picked up the smell of the cargo inside. They were to deliver food for the human slaves in New Orleans and Baton Rouge. The dehydrated meat and produce carried no smell but it was the scent of the fresher items he could smell. Dean heard the footsteps creaking towards him and froze. The vampire froze in front of Dean's hiding place and looked over the cargo. The ropes were secure and he nodded to himself before moving on.
Dean sighed in relief as the door closed and he carefully looked up through the blanket. He could hear the activity above pick up and sensed departure time was getting close. The vampire flung the blanket back over and remained still.
Brooklyn sat in the water Alaric ran his hands over her. The vampire had finished having her in the granite tub and now reveled in it. The slaves entered and started bathing them both, careful not to rip open the scabs on her back and bottom.
"We leave soon," he said in a low tone. "We will be in New Orleans by tomorrow then set for Barbados. I promise you will come to love it."
Brooklyn nodded and and sighed as she was still exhausted from what little sleep she had gotten within the last 24 hours. Alaric sensed his slave was tired and slid across to where she sat.
"You will get plenty of rest once we board. But for now," he turned her around and pressed her to the rounded edge. Brooklyn felt the vampire penetrate her entrance and slowly thrusted inside of her. The humans turned and made a hasty exit leaving the vampire alone to fulfill his sexual needs with the human. Brooklyn fought against her body as it responded more that eagerly to the shifting of the vampire's cock inside of her hitting the receptive bundle within.
She stifled a cry but Alaric didn't notice or didn't care as he was lost in the throws of sexual ecstasy and rooted against her as his body tensed and the tight coiling took hold inside. The piercing fangs tore her shoulder open spilling the warm elixir from the human's body. Alaric lapped and licked at it as his body let go and exploded inside. Brooklyn whimpered, feeling the hot thick ropes coat her body's walls. Alaric pulled away and ran his tongue over the two puncture wounds then rested his forehead against her back. His hands slipped up the front feeling wet hot skin against his fingertips. He went higher and teased the the erect firm buds on her breasts. He couldn't wait to get to the estate. No one to bother him and he would have his human anyway and anywhere he wanted.
"Slave!" He hollered and watched the same slaves reappear.
"Dress her and put out my clothing. I need to board soon."
"Yes Master Alaric," they said in unison.
The female helped her out of the cooling water and quickly dried her off, careful not to miss an inch of skin.
"This way," she guided Brooklyn towards the bedroom and wasted no time in dressing her. The male assisted Alaric out and dried off the vampire's body. Alaric walked into the room naked and began to dress. He looked up to see Brooklyn now clothed and hair up. She was seated by the fire with her hands resting neatly in her lap. He finished putting on his shirt and slipped on the shoes laid out before him then grabbed the leash and collar he had made for her.
Brooklyn saw the collar and her eyes flew wide with terror. But she couldn't move as her body refused to budge. Her eyes looked upon it seeing how intricate and detailed it was. Strands of woven leather were laced with thin strings of silk and cotton. Alaric knelt down and fastened it around her throat then attacked the leash. There was no need for the bonds around her wrists now that they were in Saint Louis and soon to be out of the country.
William waited by the front door for Alaric to come down. The night had been quiet, too quiet for his liking and suspected the journey wasn't going to be a simple one. The captain of the guard looked over his shoulder and saw Alaric coming down the stairs with Brooklyn several steps behind. The vampire smiled at his friend and bowed down.
"The boat is ready and current had slowed during the night," he relayed.
"Excellent, we were leaving for the docks right now."
"The guard is outside waiting for you," William held the door open for Alaric and allowed him and the slave to step outside first. The guardsmen were standing in formation with weapons ready for use.
"We will walk for I wish for all to see my slave," Brooklyn shuddered as she felt the eyes of the vampires in the vicinity stare at her. The icy stares stabbed straight into her soul as some licked their lips with thoughts of what they wanted to do to her. She was thankful the walk was short.
The vessel was standard by any means but this one was several feet larger and wider to allow for more cabins below. Brooklyn got a good look at the exterior and was in awe at the size of the boat. It was white with black trim and the sails were tied down against the masts. The deck was spacious allowing for deck chairs on one side. She could see several human slaves finishing up the scrubbing and cleaning just as they started up the ramp. Her eyes locked with the slaves' for a brief fleeting moment before they vanished below leaving her as the only human topside. Alaric heard the vampires on the docks talking in hushed tones about his slave and smiled at the jealousness that flared through them. They were but second class and lower high class vampires, those who yearned to be on the same status as he. But being a Councilman gave him so much more and this was but one of those privileges.
Dean heard Alaric's voice and listened as his heavy footfalls started towards the door. They came down the stairs and continued down the small corridor then stopped. The door opened and he could hear Alaric go inside followed by the second set of steps. It was her! The pull returned with a fierce vengeance and Dean had to stop himself from jumping up and getting her right then and there.
Alaric shut the door behind them and unhooked the leash. Brooklyn's eyes adjusted to the limited light and noticed the spacious bed against the wall alone with the dresser and small bathroom off to the side. The vampire slid the cloak off from around her neck and hung it on the wall. The cool air rushed over her arms and shoulders causing goosebumps to form. The light traces of his fingers along her skin made the human shiver beneath him. Alaric left a trail of light kisses down her throat and shoulder before guiding her towards the bed.
Brooklyn felt her dress slipped down her chest the over her hips and thighs before pooling around her ankles. Alaric bent her over placing her hands on the edge of the bed as his let his pants slide down to the floor. He grabbed her hips holding her still as he forced his way inside. Brooklyn cried out in pain at the intrusion but the vampire covered her mouth muffling her screams. She thought her body was going to be ripped apart with every single rough thrust of Alaric's hips.
Dean could hear Alaric and grew angry inside. He knew attacking in the daytime while still docked would only give his adversary the advantage. But the sorrow within his soul was just so strong he couldn't ignore it. Tears ran down his face as he heard the vampire groan and grunt in carnal lust. As soon as they left port he would strike. He vowed to take Brooklyn as far away as possible from the Saltzmans as possible.
The smell of sex and seamen filled the cabin as the vampire rested comfortably beside his slave. Brooklyn sobbed quietly as her body burned with pain. She could feel the boat start to shift as it was released from the moorings and allowed to drift away into the deeper part of the river. Alaric felt her body trembling with sobs and tightened his arms around her body. She would soon come to love her new home and live to serve him.
Dean continued to listen to the activity above listening to the calls to feed the slaves their lunch then dinner as the sun started to set. The scent of food wafted through the cracks of the planks and filled the cargo hold. The vampire's nose tingled with the mixtures of human vampire and food scents. He continued to listen as the footsteps came down the steps and the doors to the slaves' cabins opened then closed. The sounds of the vampires moving around above ceased but they were still on deck as the deck chairs had shifted under the weight of their bodies.
Alaric stood and cleaned up before heading up to get some fresh cool air. He looked over at the slave as she slept on the bed. Her fiery red hair covered her face and neck masking her eyes and the collar around her neck. The vampire wasn't afraid to leave her there as they were now on course to New Orleans. There was no sign of Winchester or any report of his presence in Saint Louis.
Dean heard the steps of his foe go up the stairs to the deck and knew it was his time to act. He slipped from his hiding place and walked on the balls of his feet knowing the others could hear as sharply as he. The door was silent and the vampire was grateful for it as he picked up Brooklyn's scent. He let his senses guide him to the door in the middle of the hall and paused.
With a shaky hand he turned the knob and pushed the door open. The overwhelming smell of sex slammed him like a brick wall as he entered and closed the door. His eyes spotted the still form of the human on the bed. Her body was naked but he couldn't see the scars from Alaric's abuse. The collar also remained concealed by her flowing red locks.
If he still had a heart, it would be thundering in his chest as he neared the one his soul had cried out for since that day at the auction.
"Brooklyn," he gently placed a hand on her back. The woman opened her eyes and saw the dark figure of the vampire and gasped. Dean quickly clamped a hand on her mouth and quickly she stopped.
"I'm not him," Dean whispered. "It's me, Dean."
Brooklyn felt the hand pull back allowing her to speak. Her heart started to pound as she felt the touch of the one she had dreamt about.
"I knew you'd come," she said with joy in her voice.