A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
Saint Louis was subdued when Alaric arrived. The auction market was closed due to holiday but some still carried on trade and other commerce in the square. The vampire jumped off his horse and handed it off to a waiting human slave before stepping inside the manor. He dropped the riding gloves on the long table and kicked off the riding boots on the entrance mat.
"Alaric," the vampire looked up to find his father standing on the bottom stair.
"Father," Alaric was stunned to see the patriarch away from home. Nicholas tilted his head at his son's shock.
"Were you not expecting me?" Alaric quickly shook his head and hurried to his father's side.
"You never stay far from home. I was just surprised to see you here," he choked. Nicholas chuckled at his son's loss for words.
"There is much you don't know about me," he grinned uncovering the perfect canines. "But here I am and like you I am awaiting the arrival of our guests."
The smile slowly crept up on the younger vampire's lips as he slowly nodded his head.
"Before I left home, I learned something about your human and Dean Winchester," Alaric's smile instantly dropped and the sneer of anger rushed in its absence.
"Your slave and the vampire appear to be soulmates," Nicholas watched as his son's expression soften slightly but remained angry as the words soaked into his mind.
"How is it possible!?" Alaric demanded.
"Your sister, when provoked, can prove to be quite the songbird. And by the way, she's doing better in case you were wondering."
"I didn't try to kill her," Alaric defended his actions, "I wanted her to be out of the way until I got my slave back."
"Of course you weren't trying to kill her," Nicholas dismissed his son's defense. "But still, there are other ways to keep her hindered other than pumping her body with liquid silver."
The tone of Nicholas's voice made Alaric stand in place, erect with fear. His father was sending him a warning. Next time the patriarch wouldn't be so kind.
"I am sorry," Alaric looked at the floor as he realized he had overstepped his bounds with his little attack on Jessica. Nicholas let him squirm for a few moments longer before approaching his son. He placed a hand on his shoulder startling Alaric.
"There will be no next time," he looked hard into Alaric's dark eyes.
"I understand," Nicholas smiled thinly and nodded.
"Good," he said shortly. "Now come, we have much to discuss."
Maximilian kept riding on as he wanted Dean to feel pain and agony the entire way. No rest for the thieving vampire. Brooklyn continued whimpering and lightly sobbing the entire way feeling the pain of her vampire as every scratch and cut ripped his skin. Her head ached when his ached, her body screamed when his body screamed. Brooklyn swore her body would break from the torment but to her amazement it held steadfast, as the connection between them persevered through the physical trials.
The outskirts of Saint Louis drew closer with every hoof beat against the road and Maximilian smiled wider. Since he was the one to bring back the human and vampire, the bounty would remain in the family, not that it mattered but still, it was the principle of the thing. Some of the vampires that lived along the route spotted the human and vampire and rushed along the edge of the road to gaze upon the notorious Dean Winchester and the human Alaric Saltzman had moved Heaven and Hell for to get back.
Dean's sharp hearing picked up the comments and whispers amongst the throngs that gathered.
She's beautiful…..
It's no wonder Alaric wanted her back….
He could do better……She isn't that stunning….
Oh be quiet! The human's beauty is one that no one has ever seen…..
I'd like a taste of her……
I could do so many things to her…..
I can hear her heart beating…..Such a lovely sound….
Her scent is overwhelming….
Dean wanted to rip them all to shreds but the silver burned deeper in his skin preventing the vampire from acting on his impulses. He couldn't see his human's face but already knew it reflected the sorrow within her heart and soul. Some vampires hissed and cursed at their own while some felt sympathy for Dean. The rope around his neck tightened its merciless grip threatening to sever his head from the shoulders. Dirt kicked up filling his mouth and eyes, blinding him from seeing the buildings loom taller ahead.
Alaric and Nicholas stood at the entrance to the city watching as Maximilian proudly sat tall in the saddle with the human draped over the horse. They spotted the vampire being dragged behind and grinned at the sorry sight of their foe. His tan skin caked in mud dirt and leaves while his spiky hair was flat and dull with mud tangled in between his tresses. His clothing was torn and soiled exposing the solid frame beneath. Alaric inhaled the air picking up the scent of his runaway slave. The vampire closed his eyes allowing his senses to be filled with the aura he missed so much.
Maximilian came to a halt and slid the human off the horse and into the vampire's waiting arms. He watched as his brother gathered Brooklyn in his arms then rushed back to the house. Nicholas walked around the horse and knelt down beside Dean. Dean blinked his eyes and struggled to see but could only pick out shadows thanks to the dirt. He groaned in pain as the patriarch fisted his filthy hair and forced his face towards him.
"Dean Winchester…..You dared to steal from me and for that you will pay," Nicholas slammed the helpless vampire's head against the road before wiping his hands on his pants in disgust.
"Get him secured," Nicholas turned and walked away leaving Dean still bound by the silver shackles. The guard appeared and hoisted him to his feet only to have William belt him in the solar plexus.
"Time to go," the guards dragged Dean away towards the holding cell.
Brooklyn couldn't move as fear had taken over and kept her rigid in place. The slaves washed the dirt and mud from her body and noticed the stitches on her side. One ran her fingers over the human's side then withdrew her fingers when she winced. The tub was drained then refilled twice until Brooklyn was completely clean and presentable for Alaric. Swift hands dried away ever drop from her smooth skin then clad her in the black mesh slip. It opened in the front but it was kept closed with a silken belt. Brooklyn felt exposed as her hair was done up and tiny diamonds were slid into place. She wanted die right then and there.
Alaric sat in front of the fire with a tumbler of whiskey firmly in one hand. The other held the collar he recovered the night she had escaped. He took the last drink and hurled the glass in the fire. The remaining alcohol made the flames briefly rise higher before they died back down. His eyes remained transfixed on the dancing hues of orange and yellow until his nose itched and fangs dropped at the familiar scent that now filled the air.
He spun around to find the human standing in the middle of the room, a shadow of her former defiant being. Alaric walked over making sure she saw the collar flapping in his hand. The human's eyes widened at the sight and he noticed the panic spilling over in her eyes. The vampire stopped within inches of the slave and backhanded her across the face. Brooklyn's head snapped violently to the right as she stood there stunned at the violent greeting.
"That was for running from me," he growled in her ear the smacked the other side of her face.
"That was for fucking that bastard Winchester. Yes, I know about that," Alaric stared at her with malice in his eyes. Brooklyn shook in the mesh slip as her body felt chilled all over despite the warmth of the roaring fire.
"It is time to make you understand once and for all who you belong to," Alaric placed the collar on the stand and returned his attention to the human. He leaned in to her neck and lightly kissed the the area over the vein.
"It's been too long…." His voice had turned dark and predatory. Brooklyn closed her eyes and swallowed hard when he nuzzled her throat. The tips of his fangs ran lightly over her skin, teasing her moments before the vampire pierced her skin and tasted the warm sweet thick elixir coating his tongue and lips. Brooklyn cried out as he was forceful in taking her blood. Alaric groaned as the human's blood coated his tongue lips and throat sending the vampire into a state of blood lust and carnal sexual lust. While keeping her pinned against him, Alaric made quick work of his belt and pants letting them drop and pool around his ankles. He pawed at the sash and ripped open the slip allowing him to slip past the thin barrier of mesh and touch the soft burning skin. Alaric roughly fondled her breasts before sliding his hand between her legs.
Brooklyn was pushed back on the edge of the bed until she was pinned between the mattress and vampire. Alaric didn't remove his hand and instead thrusted three fingers roughly inside. Brooklyn couldn't fight back and felt her eyes rolling back into her head and body slump against his body. The vampire grinned as she tried fighting back which only turned him on even more. Alaric felt the human's body reacting to his touch and pulled back his hand. The human's skin now gave off an invisible powerful scent only he could detect. It was like blood in the water to a shark. Ripping apart the thin garment, Alaric grabbed Brooklyn's hips and thrusted inside. He nipped and licked her skin tasting the salt from the droplets of perspiration beading on her skin. Brooklyn thought of Dean as the tears rolled down her face and gathered on the sheets. The mascara lining her lashes blended with her tears leaving black streaks in their wake.
Alaric knew he would have to break the human again but this time he was determined to break the human once and for all. The vampire felt his body tighten then erupt into the human's. His fangs dropped upon release and embedded into tender warm flesh. Her heart pounded loud in her chest and thundered in her ears.
Dean looked around at his bleak surroundings knowing he was trapped. The sharp jolts through his body again and again and the vampire knew it was Alaric who was responsible. The pull to be with Brooklyn screamed inside his soul driving him to the brink of madness. He hollered in agony and battled against the silver shackles not caring if the cold cuffs made his skin burn. The need to be with Brooklyn was blocking out all other feelings and sensations. William watched as Dean continued screaming and hollering while the chains clanked and scraped against stone. The captain of the guard had been watching him for some time now and it was downright entertaining.
"He hasn't ceased since we brought him down," William turned and addressed Nicholas.
"That is the thing with soulmates – The need to be with one another is just too strong to ignore. It has the power to drive one or both to madness as it is here with our guest in there."
William nodded and excused himself leaving Nicholas alone with Dean. He opened the door and stepped inside letting the heavy door slam behind them. The heavy thud echoed through the stone walls drowning out his footsteps. Dean continued growling and writhing on the floor unaware of Nicholas's presence. The Saltzman patriarch knelt down and grabbed Dean by the back of the neck. He got his face into Dean's and narrowed his dark dangerous eyes at him.
Next update soon.....