A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
Sam had succeeded in purchasing three new slaves, two girls of about 18 and one girl of about 15. The younger one would be useful in the household while the other two worked alongside Ash and Andy. Bobby would be placed in the household. His father didn't believe in running slaves ragged as it would only cost him more in the long run. No, he valued his property and took good care of them but did not hesitate to delegate punishments when needed. Sam shuddered at the time Andy was lashed across the back 150 times for breaking several of the fine China plates. Dean had to rush him to the doctor where he stayed for two weeks. Andy never broke another item afterwards.
Dean was starting to get bored as he let his eyes wander anywhere but at the platform where the last group was being brought out.
"And finally ladies and gentlemen the last and best assortment of slaves for your viewing and purchasing pleasure," Alistair announced. Dean shifted his eyes back to the platform as the humans were marched out. Sam was quickly taking notes on each one deciding on which ones would be worth bidding on. Dean continued watching the procession feeling a slight pang of empathy for those poor creatures. He knew some would go with violent and cruel owners while some would be fortunate and be brought into more civil and warmer homes. Dean liked to think his father's estate was the latter.
It was then he saw her being marched on the platform and everything else fell into the background. She walked with a defiant stance showing the vampires she wasn't going down so easily. Her eyes a piercing grey that reached down deep within his soul, places he didn't know existed. Her body was toned and lean; obviously from years of training and fighting for survival. And her hair was a rich shade of copper and auburn that flowed freely behind her shoulders. It didn't help her dress was hugging her body in all the right places either. Dean realized they had to have her or rather he had to have her.
One by one the last group was sold off some went in pairs but most went alone. Dean waited anxiously and rubbed his hands over and around one another as they finally reached her.
"Sam you need to bid on her," Sam looked over at his brother.
"Dean we have enough slaves and besides Dad's gonna freak if we spend over what he gave us."
"So? I'll make up the difference! Just please get her," Sam swore he heard a tiny hint of beseeching in his brother's voice. It was apparent he saw something in this one that Sam wasn't picking up on.
"Alright fine," he caved in. "But you know Alaric's got his eye on her as well."
"What?!" Dean jerked his head to the left as Alaric smirked and waved his fingers at Dean. Dean knew he was against serious competition for the red haired one but he would what it took to make her his. Something pulled at his being, an invisible pull that the vampire never experienced in his 2,000 years until this day.
"And for sale is this stunning red haired woman caught outside of New Orleans. As you can see her body is well built, suitable for hard work in every meaning of the word," Alistair announced. Some snickered and chuckled at the last part of his statement. Dean felt ill at the mere thought of some of these vile disgusting excuses for vampires slouching all over her.
"I will start the bidding at 10, 000," Alistair started. He knew the price would go much higher as red haired slaves were a rarity and this one was no exception. Her beauty and body would fetch a commanding profit for the dealer and he didn't have to lift a finger. He watched as the vampires started a bidding frenzy, determined to outbid the other. The woman cringed as they fought over her like a damn commodity. She was a human! A human with emotions and a soul!
"30,000!" One voice shouted.
"40,000!" Came another voice. Dean waited until the bids slowed and fewer and fewer vampires remained in the bidding war. Sam looked to his brother and waited for the signal. The price was up to 70,000 and the younger vampire was beginning to grow anxious as the price climbed even higher. Dean merely smiled calmly then nudged his brother to make the bid.
"95,000!" Sam called out effectively ending the bidding. Dean watched Alaric knowing the son of a bitch was up to something.
"Ah I hear 95,000! Do I hear 100,000?" Alistair listened for several moments before staring the closing call.
"95,000 going once, 95,000 going twice….." Alistair raised his gavel and started to lower it when Alaric made his move.
"150,000 dollars!" Dean glared at the councilman while Alaric simply smirked knowing Dean couldn't pool that much money before the closing gavel. The red haired woman started shaking visibly hoping the other would win. She looked to the blonde haired vampire pleading with her eyes for him to outbid the other. Dean saw those rich slate pools crying out to him and before he knew it he was shouting out, "200,000!"
"Dean!" Sam hissed. "Are you out of your damn mind?! You don't have that kind of money!"
"I don't care Sam! I have to have her!" Dean ignored his brother's arguing and waited for Alaric to make his next move. Alaric's dark eyes remained locked with Dean's emerald pools as it was now down to them.
"Oh Winchester….You always did fall for a pretty face. But this time you're not winning," Alaric stood up and keeping his eyes trained with Dean's shouted out, "1 million!"
Dean's eyes widened and soul shattered as Alaric had won. He didn't have that kind of money, even if he did call upon every favor every owed to him. Sadly he bowed his head in defeat as Alaric smirked and reveled in his victory. The woman's heart stopped as the blonde one lost out to the other. Fear crept inside her as those dark hungry eyes moved to her.
You belong to me now……His voice whispered in her mind.
"And sold to Councilman Saltzman for one million dollars!" Alistair beamed from ear to ear as the amount spent on one lowly human had brought him unimaginable wealth. He knew the Saltzman family had endless wealth and resources as they were one of the most powerful vampire clans.
Alaric watched his latest conquest be dragged away and he quickly hurried down the steps to fill out the necessary registration forms and ownership paperwork. Dean bristled as he watched Alaric round the corner and out to the hallway but not before flashing one last smirk towards him before turning his back to the vampire.
"Damn it!" Dean carded his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Come on Dean, let's pick up our slaves and head home," Sam tugged at his brother's arm feeling initial resistance but sensed it give way to reluctance as Dean slumped over and remained quiet as they headed towards the registration office.
The red haired woman was pushed in a holding cell and waited to meet her fate. She wasn't going to give up without a fight and hoped the bastard was caught off guard. The door swung open and Alaric stepped in shortly followed by two servants. She sat up and held her head high blatantly showing her defiance.
Your defiance will be short lived……
Get the Hell out of my mind vampire!
Alaric chuckled then motioned to the servants to bring his newest addition along. She struggled with the humans kicking one in the shin and the other in the jaw with her elbow. The two groaned and collapsed to the ground in pain. Alaric growled, irritated at his inept slaves. He moved with lightning fast reflexes pinning her to the wall. His face contorted and twisted in anger while his pupils dilated until nothing remained but two hollow orbs which she could see the fear within her eyes.
"That was inappropriate," he snarled. She couldn't move and barely able to breathe as his hand was tight around her throat. "You have a lot to learn about respecting me, human."
She felt his iron grip loosen allowing the precious air to fill her airways and lungs. She breathed in but gasped in pain at the sharp pain stabbing her chest. The two human slaves stood up and grabbed her by the arms. She struggled the entire way to the waiting vehicle.
Dean sulked the entire way home not wanting to talk to anyone, not even Sam.
"Dean, why did you want that human so bad? What was so special about her you nearly went bankrupt trying to buy her? I mean I just don't understand you sometimes ya know?"
Dean kept silent not wanting to partake in this discussion. He wasn't even sure why he did it but when he thought of the red haired human, the vampire sensed the same yearning he did at the auction arena.
"Dean are you even listening?" Sam looked over his shoulder at his brother. "Dean!"
"I don't wanna talk about this Sam," Dean muttered. "And don't mention this to Dad alright?"
"I didn't plan on it," Sam drawled.
"Good," Dean said ending the conversation. They rode home in silence with new slaves in tow.
John was waiting for them on the front steps when they finally arrived.
"Bout damn time," he called out as the brothers pulled up. Sam opened the back of the trailer and started bringing the slaves out for John to examine. The patriarch approached and slowly a grin crossed his face as he looked over the fresh stock. He meticulously inspected each one looked more and more pleased with each inspection.
"I'm impressed," he turned to face his sons. "You two did excellent."
Dean gathered the humans and led them towards the house where Bobby was waiting. He was now the human overseer of the younger slaves and it was his responsibility to teach the new arrivals the rules. The older slave waited patiently inside the entrance way watching the younger ones being brought inside single file. He hoped that these slaves would listen when he said there are consequences for missteps. They looked so scared and uncertain. But there were some of the fortunate ones as John was a good master until he was crossed. He waited until they were gathered around him then Bobby went into his speech.
"You are fortunate as Master John is a good owner who will take care of you as long as you take care of him. Follow the rules of the estate and you shall be treated well. But break them and Master John will hand down swift and painful punishment."
The young humans listened close as Bobby went over the house and property rules. They were easy to follow and Bobby hoped they would remember to follow them.
Alaric watched as the defiant slave continued fighting the human servants as they pulled her in the bathroom to clean her. He was going to thoroughly enjoy breaking her as he had not had a challenge in a very long time.
"Master Alaric," he turned to see a stout dark skinned woman bow slightly then straighten up.
"Yes Missouri," he answered.
"This new slave is a problem. I can sense it within her soul, Sir."
"Do not be concerned as I have everything under control. Now see to it she is dressed and bathed then bring her to my chambers."
Alaric turned and strolled down the hall leaving Missouri to tend to the new arrival. She knew what his intentions were but it wasn't her place to question his actions.
Next update soon....Did you really think I was going to make it that easy for Dean?