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Two men came down the stairs leading to the platform, and grabbed Ares by the upper arm, and lead her forcefully back up.

Valcan wanted to rip their arms off.

Ares looked back at him, with fear blatantly in her eyes. Then she turned her head back around to face the bidding aristo Blood. Mother Night.

A man came up towards her, nicely dressed, and said in a loud voice as he examined her, "We have an able witch, in good health, and mentally stable." He read this off of a parchment in his hand. "Shall we start the bidding at 80 gold marks?"

Ares tried to focus on the horizon, on some distant point that wasn't the crowd in front of her.

Somemen sneered at her, others looked at her with a look in their eye she didn't appreciate, while the women gave her searing, critical looks. Some of the spectators had been calling out numbers for which they would pay for her. Then she heard a voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"120!" Immediately her gaze fell down to the man who called out. She sucked her breath in.

Roselv.

Mother Night.

Valcan looked up at the platform. He felt a strong stab of fear come from the girl. (What's wrong, Ares?)

(It's him.) She answered back, her tone on the verge of panic.

She met Roselv's gaze, and he smiled a wicked smile.

A woman bet against him. Another man called out a number. Then Roselv yelled, "180!"

Ares' heart began to beat faster. (He's bidding on me!)

(Who?) Valcan asked, his tone becoming dangerous. (Roselv, the Warlord from last night.) Ares suddenly felt a dangerous flicker from off the platform.

"200!" Roselv called with a menacing smile to the girl.

She was terrified.

Then another man called out, "240!" Roselv looked back towards the man, delivering a narrowed stare. The man didn't take notice.

Immediately, Roselv called a bid, "300!" The man in the back called one in response. "330!"

Ares didn't know whether to be thankful or to be afraid. Roselv narrowed his eyes as he called again, "360!" The man nonchalantly called "400!"

Valcan could openly feel Ares' emotions through the link they had. She was terrified. And her fear awakened his Warlord Prince's instincts. His temper flared, as he found himself riding the knife that was the Killing-Edge. He was building his power, waiting for it to be enough to finish the kill. He could identify who this male was. The Summer-Sky Jewel. It had specific scent to it that made him stand out from all the others. It would be ridiculously easy to knock him off.

Finally, Roselv called out a number, but one could tell it pained him to do so. "4...15!" Ares looked immediately to the other bidder, who smiled mockingly at the Warlord, and called, "450!" Ares looked back to the Warlord, who hunched his shoulders. She saw the muscles in his jaw tighten. He was beat.

Ares almost smiled, but then she felt the power off the platform.

(Valcan!) She called, just now feeling his building strength. (Stop! He lost. He's not a threat to me anymore.)

(No.) Valcan growled. And he let his grey strength lash out, zipping directly at the Warlord.

Roselv didn't even feel it coming. He didn't even realized his jewels had been drained. The only thing he knew was the sensation of a grey strength ripping through his barriers, and burning what was left of his being.

His carcass fell to the ground when the nicely-dressed announcer declared that the girl was sold.

My Legions, I am sorry for my last note. It was an uncalled for outburst. (that and i was in a bad mood)

But that doesn't make it alright.

Thank you, my Legionaires, for leaving me your wonderful reviews.

Tonight has been lovely because they have played Collective Soul, Live and Godsmack on the radio, which lead me to name this chapter 'Voodoo'.

Because that is a great 'Smack song.

And on a side note-

Gavin Rossdale is back!

he's in a new band, a side project, called Institute, and it's awesome! How I love that man!

pssssss. I am sorry this sub chapter is so short, but it's the end of the chapter.See you with chapter 3!