A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*

Alaric waited in his personal chambers as his slaves prepared her. He continued writing the letter to his father who was away on business in another city. His family dominated this part of the country. Humans once referred to it as the Great Lakes region but now the Saltzman clan dominated the old state of Michigan and resided comfortably in the central part. Their raiding parties crossed the country capturing humans as the Law permitted for raiding parties to hunt for humans in other territories. It was stealing of marked humans which was prohibited and punishable by death. Alaric was determined not to let anyone steal this one, above all Dean Winchester. He knew his rival wanted her as bad as he had only he had the financial resources to acquire her.

Missouri led her down the hall with a hand firmly on her shoulder ensuring she wouldn't escape. The young one had continued to fight as she was bathed and dressed nearly tearing the dress in the process. Missouri had to intervene and hold her tightly by the back of the neck so the others could finish dressing her. The overseer knew this one was trouble the second she laid eyes on her. It was the hard stare given to the older woman then the manner to which she refused to bow to Master Alaric. Well if she got caned across the back it was her own damn fault.

They reached the door to his chambers stopping directly at the center of the door. Missouri knocked on the door.

"Enter," he called out from the other side. Missouri turned the door knob and pushed it open while at the same time pushing her inside. Alaric looked up to see Missouri standing with her hand on the younger one's shoulder. She could see he was dressed in slacks with dark blue shirt partially buttoned up exposing his smooth toned chest. His feet were bare indicating he was at ease.

"Did she give you any trouble?" Missouri nodded and pressed her lips tightly together.

"Yes she did, Sir. She continued to fight the slaves until I restrained her."

"Thank you Missouri, you may leave now," Missouri nodded then took a slight bow before leaving her alone with the vampire. She stood rigid watching as the vampire rose then approached. His eyes darkened the closer he came until she realized he was within inches of her face.

Alaric tilted his head in inhaling her scent. The earthen tones of her essence purged the vampire's being threatening to break the restraints within. The ancient hunger was building ready to burst forth if he remained so close to her. She watched the vampire pull away and retreat to a corner of his chambers and pour whiskey in a glass tumbler. Alaric eased his ancient form in a chair all the while never allowing his eyes to drift from her. The vampire took a drink then slowly pulled the glass away before speaking to her.

"Even as you stand here you remain defiant. Why?"

She merely glared at him refusing to answer. Alaric set the empty glass aside and stood before the fireplace. The flames made him look even more sinister in her eyes. She remained frozen in place as he invaded her personal space placing his hands on her bare shoulders. His fingers pushed the spaghetti think straps aide letting the expensive gown fall to the floor. The only thing left on her was the diamond studded choker.

"Get away from me," she jerked her head away when his fingers caressed the side of her face.

"Such rebelliousness," he whispered. She waited for the right moment to strike as he started lightly kissing her neck and shoulders. She had to fight the urge to belt the vampire instead opting for a more appropriate hit.

I know you plan on striking me…..If you don't want to face my wrath you will submit…..

What are you gonna do? Beat me? Starve me?

No….But I will track down the rest of your little hunting party and slaughter them all….

NO!

Alaric knew she was right where he wanted her.

"Then you won't resist me," he hissed in her ear. "Will you Brooklyn?"

"How did you?" She demanded. Alaric didn't answer instead continued to run his mouth over her body. Brooklyn couldn't let him hurt the others, the ones who got away as they had to keep the hope alive and carry on fighting the vampires in their leader's absence.

His hands reached up pulling her to the side of the bed. Brooklyn felt her body being pressed into the bed face first but her head was turned to the right allowing her to breathe. Alaric peeled away his shirt and pants kicking the expensive slacks aside. He didn't wear anything underneath as it made it easier for what he was about to do. Brooklyn felt the cold weight of his undead body wrap around hers. The chilled lips trailed up and down the nape of her neck hitting her in all of the right places. Brooklyn fought and railed against it but she couldn't hold on for much longer. Alaric felt his fangs lower as the warmth and strong earthen scent of the human sent his primal urges into overdrive.

Brooklyn gasped, feeling the vampire dig his nails in her hips as he slowly eased inside. She remained pinned against the bed unable to move as Alaric slowly slammed his hips against her. Alaric lifted her slightly upward allowing him to penetrate deeper filling her completely with his rock hard cock. The heated velvet of her body's walls drove the vampire mad with bloodlust the longer he remained inside of her. She was definitely worth the money he spent. Brooklyn stifled a small cry when he nipped the tender spot on her neck drawing tiny droplets of blood to the surface. The vampire greedily licked the crimson spots up feeling the energy course though him with such force. He needed more! Brooklyn felt her hair being swept to the side exposing more of her slender neck to him. Terror filled her being as she knew what was about to happen and braced her body for what came next.

Sharp fangs tore into her shoulder sending short but fierce pangs of pain where ivory met flush flesh. Brooklyn cried out sensing the light traces of blood running down her back and shoulder pooling on the sheet below. Alaric continued feeding from his slave feeling the energy from her blood fill every cell of his ancient undead being. He heard her cry out again this time as her body reacted to his steady pumping tightening around him edging his body closer to climax. It was music to the vampire's ears which on only served to fulfill his needs. Alaric withdrew his fangs, licking his lips as his body erupted and spilled hot ropes of seamen inside her. Brooklyn whimpered at the thick heated sensation as it spread through her lower body. She felt the vampire's wet tongue lap at her blood stained skin until no trace of crimson remained. She was shocked when the gently pressure of his lips replaced the blood stained tongue where moments before his deadly fangs had been embedded in her flesh.

"I own you," his voice hissed quietly in her ear. Brooklyn closed her eyes knowing he wasn't going to let her out of his sight. Sadly she realized she would be his "favorite" slave.

Alaric pulled back his slave then the lush bedding and lowered both their bodies into the waiting silken sheets. The smooth cool bedding enveloped their forms creating a soft barrier between the cool damp air of the house and two warm bodies. Brooklyn knew Alaric's body was warm thanks to her blood coursing through his veins. She slid across the bed but immediately his strong arms shot out bringing back against his body.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered in her ear while caressing her body. "You belong to me."

The younger slave glared daggers at the door to Alaric's room knowing what was going on for she had been there once as well. Hell, she had been the one he sought solace with and she reveled in the position. That is until the red haired bitch was brought to the estate. She didn't even want to be in his bed while she was so willing!

"Ava!" Missouri barked. "You have cleaning to do!"

Ava glared again at the door before marching off. Missouri watched the younger slave seethe as she had been demoted in a manner of speaking. Before the new arrival she had been Master Alaric's top slave but now she was nothing more than a lowly house slave.

"Dean you're doing it again!" Sam barked. His brother had been pacing back and forth for the last few hours in the front room. He knew Dean was thinking about her again and it was starting to get under Sam's skin.

"That bastard! He knew I wanted her and he pulled it!"

"Dean, there's nothing you can do. She belongs to Alaric and don't think about stealing her either. The Law is rather clear on that little crime."

Dean knew the Law all too well. He knew stealing the slaves of another vampire equaled a death sentence. But it didn't stop him from finding a way to see her. He knew Alaric would be in town tomorrow and chances were she would be there as well. He'd wanna show her off given he was always a smug bastard who loved flashing his material wealth and property around. Honestly Dean didn't know how the Council put up with him.

"Dean!" John barked as he entered the room. "Tomorrow I need you to take Andy and Ash into town and gather supplies for winter. Once the first snow comes it will be harder to get the necessities for the slaves."

"Yes Sir," Dean nodded. John noticed something was wrong with his eldest. "Dean is something wrong?"

"Uh no," he quickly said as he made a hasty exit towards his room. John's eyes followed until Dean vanished up the stairs and down the hallway.

"What's gotten into him?" John asked Sam. Sam knew he couldn't lie to his father so he fessed up.

"There was a slave for sale today, a red haired one," Sam started.

"Those are rare," John interrupted.

"Well this one she was beautiful I will admit but Alaric won her. He placed a bid of one million dollars knowing Dean couldn't beat him or even come close."

John nodded but worried his son would obsess over the slave of another. He didn't want another episode like he had with Cassie. John had become so enraged he nearly killed two slaves. Later after his temper had cooled, John had taken extra steps to ensure the slaves were well taken care of.

"Just keep an eye on him Sam. You know what Dean is capable of when he wants something."

Sam nodded and returned to the book which was placed neatly in his lap. He decided to head with Dean tomorrow as he had the sinking feeling his brother would get in trouble with the Saltzmans if their paths crossed.

Wonder what's gonna happen next??? Update sooon.......