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

Dean eased the Impala down a dark alley by the river where no one would see it. He grabbed the curved blade from the front seat and slid it inside his jacket. The Law was clear on carrying weapons and he wanted to steer clear of the authorities. The vampire remained in the shadows where no human could see him.

His destination was the row of townhomes along the banks for that was where Alaric would be. It was where the elite gathered before booking passage to New Orleans and beyond. Sure vehicles were available but most, including the Council, preferred leisure to practicality. It was a sign of their arrogance and power. Dean shuddered at the blatant display and started again towards the townhouses ahead. It was that same smugness and pride that made him despise the Council and all they stood for.

The vampire's vision allowed him to see through the veil of the night and hurried between buildings. The small plaza and fountain came into view which marked the beginning of the so called upscale side of town. The opulence made Dean ill as he continued to remain concealed in the darkness knowing they would be on alert. His flashing emerald eyes spotted the SUV and watched the house for movement. He could hear voices inside but couldn't figure who was speaking. His eyes shifted up to the second floor where a shadow cast across the window then saw Alaric stand at the window.

"Bastard," Dean muttered.

Brooklyn looked over at Alaric who was standing by the window. His posture was rigid and the human could tell he was confident about his situation. She had finished the bread and water and now watched the vampire turn to face her.

"We will be staying here tonight," he slowly crossed the room and eased his larger frame on the bed. Brooklyn sat there as he ran his fingers over her face then sweep through her hair. She knew what the touching and looks meant.

"You are better," he whispered. Brooklyn swallowed hard and fought to keep her body from shaking. It would only fuel Alaric's need.

"Yes Master," she swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Alaric gripped her chin and forced her head up.

"Open your eyes," he snapped. Brooklyn forced her eyes open and found her eyes trapped within his hypnotic ones. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

She felt the cool lips press against her skin starting with her jaw. His fingers traced along her shoulder until they brushed along the thin strap. Alaric slowly pushed one side down exposing her chest and breasts. He pulled back tugging his own shirt off and tossed it aside. She kept her eyes straight ahead and steady with his. Though he said he would be easy, she didn't believe it for a second.

Alaric peeled away his pants and showed off his naked body. The vampire dragged the blanket away then ripped the dress away from her body. A cool breeze tickled her skin as goosebumps formed in response. Brooklyn felt vulnerable on the bed. She felt the weight of the bed shift as the vampire crawled up her body. He pulled her down until she was flat against the mattress then pressed his crushing weight on top of her body. Alaric felt her legs wrap around his waist followed by her slender arms linking behind his back.

"Mine," Alaric hissed in her ear. Brooklyn couldn't speak and when she tried tiny gasps escaped her lips. The vampire kept his word and went slow with his slave. He found his rhythmic pace more enjoyable than when he was rough and fast.

Dean kept hidden in the large tree watching as two human slaves came out and retrieved the trunk and bag.

"They leave tomorrow at first light," one said.

"The river's too swift right now and all the traffic has the docks tied up," The other said.

Dean knew when he needed to strike. He decided to stowaway on the boat when the humans loaded it. They wouldn't know what he looked like so it would be easy. His eyes went to the window on the second floor now that the shadows had gone still. The vampire didn't have to guess what was going on within. His blood boiled at the thought of Alaric hurting her and nearly gave away his hiding place. The humans froze and darted their eyes across the road in a vain attempt to find the source of the snapping sound. Dean held tight and could sense the fear radiating from them both.

"Let's get back inside," Dean heard one say in a nervous tone. He watched the humans hurry inside while balancing the bag on top of the trunk. Their jerky movements rocked the steamer trunk but the bag remained on top as they reached the door and stepped inside.

"Humans," Dean rolled his eyes. If he wanted to kill them he could've done it with one strike but he wasn't interested in them. The vampire kept watch maintaining the patience of a wise sage. He learned early that acting before thinking would only get a vampire hurt or killed. So he sat and kept his eyes focused on the house while his hearing remained alert for any signs of approaching trouble.

"You will like Barbados," Alaric whispered and ran his hand down Brooklyn's arm. "It's so warm and beautiful. My family owns a large plantation with a beach of its own. Have you ever seen the ocean?"

"No Master," Brooklyn answered. A part of her had always wanted to see the ocean but not in the manner Alaric wanted.

"The ocean is a clear blue and warm with fish of many colors and vast coral reefs. I used to go there a lot when I was younger."

Brooklyn remained quiet but kept her attention on the vampire.

"Have you ever ridden a horse?"

"No Master," she whispered.

"You will learn," he caressed the side of her face. "Do you know why I bought you?"

Brooklyn shook her head, "No Master, I do not."

"I desire a companion," he brushed his lips over her neck. Brooklyn shuddered afraid to ask him what he meant. "Someone to stay by my side and carry out my every want and need."

"A slave," Brooklyn muttered which earned her a smack on the face. She grimaced in pain as the stinging sensation grew.

"You speak like that again and next time I won't be so kind!"

"I am sorry Master," she lowered her head. Alaric's cold features softened back up and the vampire acted like nothing happened. He gently stroked at the angry red handprint then leaned over kissing then running his tongue over the hot skin feeling it cool beneath.

"Of course you are," he responded. Alaric wanted the human in every way possible but refused to turn her. But there were other ways to bestow immortality upon the human. Once they arrived in Barbados, he would seek out the witch to do just that.

"It's time to rest," Alaric pulled the blanket over the human's naked body then covered her form with his own. Brooklyn couldn't sleep and looked at the fire hoping that Dean would come. She didn't want to go to Barbados! She wanted her freedom but knew with every passing day that dream was getting further out of her reach.

Dean felt the emptiness pitted within his soul knowing it was her. He couldn't read her thoughts but could feel her emotions, which was a blessing and a curse. He heard the clock strike three in the morning and knew dawn would be coming soon. He looked over and spotted a ship arriving at port and come to a stop at the slip. Something told the vampire that it was the vessel Alaric planned on taking ton New Orleans. He had to get aboard.

"Change of plans," he muttered. Quickly he leapt down from the tree and hurried along the street, careful as to not be caught. The vampire reached the outer docks and ducked behind a group of crates. He picked up the scent of three humans and one vampire coming from the South and peered around the corner to see the vampire leading three slaves up the ramp to a waiting vehicle. Dean waited until the engine became distant and silence greeted his ears. He carefully scanned around to see nothing but a few cats scurrying around for mice and rats. Vampires had seen the value of the animal and had come to revere them unlike humans who had been cruel towards them and other living beings.

The large grey tabby hissed at the approaching vampire and ran behind the crates where he was just hiding. Dean listened and sniffed the air before proceeding aboard. He detected two humans and one vampire. The vampire was resting as were the humans as he jumped over the rail and on the deck. His feet made no sound against the slick wood or as he crept along the railing to door that led below. He treaded down the stairs without so much as a squeak from the wooden planks as he went deeper in the bowls of the vessel. The scents of the humans and vampire grew stronger the further he went and passed the rooms where the three occupants were at rest. Through the darkness he spied the door ahead and picked up his pace before anyone would awake.

Dean sneaked inside and scouted out a good hiding place. He hoped he was on the right vessel but then saw the insignia of the Saltzman clan on several crates and any doubts were erased. The vampire pulled out a flask and took a long drink of blood knowing it would be a long wait until the others started coming aboard. Nestled tight between to stacks of crates, the vampire closed his eyes and hoped the connection with Brooklyn was still there.

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