A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
The sun would soon be rising and Alaric groaned knowing he would have to leave his slave alone. But the hearing shouldn't be lengthy as the evidence against Dean Winchester was overwhelmingly against him. He smiled to himself as he intended to invoke the right to Penna de mortis. Though it was rare for a vampire to invoke such a right, it was his privilege as a Council member to use it. No one would stand opposed to his wishes for if they did….
Alaric shook the notion from his mind and rolled out of the bed as the slave continued sleeping. Her body was worn and tired from the blood he had taken but the human would recover in time for his return. The arrangements had been made to take her to the river and wait for him to arrive. In the meantime the human slaves would bathe and dress her then pack what he would need for the trek to his family home. Alaric could already feel the warmth of the tropical sun kissing his skin and warming his cold skin. At last he wouldn't be alone. He leaned in to the sleeping human's ear listening to the steady breathing despite not having a heartbeat. The witch's spell was strange indeed.
"Soon this will be over," he whispered lightly in her ear. The vampire pushed away the thin silk sheet and gazed at the naked form on the bed. How he wished he had a little more time….
There would be plenty of time for that later, Alaric told himself as he covered her back up and padded towards the posh bathroom.
Dean heard the movement outside the cell door and listened as the heavy iron lock creaked then shifted as the door swung open and Tiny stepped in.
"Oh I see my babysitter has arrived," Tiny snarled at the remark and tightly fisted the front of his shirt lifting him up until his feet brushed the floor.
"That smart little mouth of yours isn't going to save you from what Alaric has planned for you," the larger vampire grinned widely like a cat that had ate the canary. Dean felt a cold dread settling in as Tiny hauled him by the collar down the hall where sunlight started streaming in through the windows and cracks. Dawn was coming and for the vampire it meant it was nearing his date with Council. He couldn't fight back as the silver shackles kept his body in a weakened state. His soul was a bit more uplifted as Brooklyn was somewhere nearby but couldn't sense her anywhere close to where he was. Still, the vampire felt something inside screaming at him not to relent to despair and hopelessness.
The sunlight blinded Dean for a few moments before his vision adjusted to the clear skies above. They were deceiving given what was about to happen today. The vampires surrounding him leered and taunted him as Tiny hurled him in the back of the wagon.
Not so big and bad now are you….
I heard Alaric wants to invoke Penna de mortis….
I wish I could tear into him…I got a few ideas…
That's what he gets for stealing from the Saltzmans…
Sorry excuse for a vampire if you ask me….
Falling for a filthy human…..*spitting on the ground*
Dean ignored their cruel calls and taunts and leaned against the wall of the wagon and tilted his head back until it met solid wood. The vile stench of human body odor filled his nostrils and churned his stomach. The blood was enough to keep him sated until he was sentenced to his punishment.
No Dean don't think that……He told himself. His body shifted right then left as the horses started pulling in their harnesses and trudged to the front of the hall. Alaric wanted Dean to be brought in like the common thief that he was.
The vampires were gathered around outside the main entrance when the team pulled up. Tiny pulled on the reins bringing the team to a stop.
"BURN HIM NOW!!!"
"CUT HIS HEART OUT AND PUT HIS HEAD ON A STAKE!!!"
"LET HIM SUFFER FROM BLOOD STARVATION!!!"
"RIP HIM APART!!!"
"A DISGRACE TO THE VAMPIRE RACE!!!"
"DEATH TO DEAN WINCHESTER!!!"
Dean closed his eyes and shook his head as the ignorant masses continued clamoring for his death. They didn't understand nor would they ever. Brooklyn was his soulmate and reason for being but those outside wouldn't care. All they saw was a vampire who had stolen the property of Alaric Saltzman and a disgrace to the vampire race.
"Fuck em all," Dean muttered as the door was jerked open and Tiny pulled him out by his legs.
"Stand back!" Tiny shouted as he hauled Dean to his feet and dragged the common thief into the hall.
Inside it was quiet and serene which betrayed the tension behind the solid tall doors ahead. Dean noticed how intricate the details were and guessed it was the history of the vampire species starting with the first vampires Judas and Lilith.
"They would be revolted by your actions," Tiny grumbled. "Betraying your kind for human scum."
"She's not scum!" Dean hollered back angered at Tiny's words. Tiny belted him across the face and slammed him against the wall.
"You remain quiet," one paw like hand clenched around his throat.
"You keep that up you're gonna owe me dinner," Dean refused to bow to Tiny and earned a well placed punch to the kidneys. He groaned in the cool limestone wall as the punch was repeated higher up his back. Tiny then knelt over and struck the insides of his knees bringing Dean to the floor.
"If it were up to me I would've killed you a long time ago," Tiny spat with venom.
"That is enough," A powerful voice boomed from the doors. Tiny looked up to see Markus standing there with hands hanging down his sides. His timeless blue eyes reflected anger at the way the prisoner was being treated.
"Markus….I….He….." Markus waved a hand silencing the taller vampire.
"I don't care what your excuse is but this is not acceptable. Unlike most of my brethren I do not believe the manner to which you handle this vampire is by any means allowable. Now take him to the main hall and secure him."
Tiny hoisted Dean up and led him down the hall under the watchful eye of the Elder. Markus wasn't fond of the Saltzmans let alone having to see Alaric sitting on the Council. The younger vampire was haughty and self centered, always demanding the Law be changed or adjusted in their favor. He wished Judas or Lilith would awaken from their self imposed slumber to see who some of their brethren behaved. The Elder tried to adhere to Law but it was difficult at best when it came to contending with some of his fellow members.
Brooklyn sat in the tub while the slaves cleaned and bathed her. Alaric would return by sundown and wouldn't want to be waiting for his slave to be presentable and ready for him. Until such time she would be held in chains in the tiny room down the hall. It was cool and comfortable and would give no room for escape.
"Come on up," the older woman lifted Brooklyn out of the tub. She had muscular arms from years of heavy labor and to pick up the smaller woman was no great feat for her at all. Brooklyn stepped out letting the others dry her down and dress her in the thin cotton dress. There would be no undergarment as they knew their master wanted her ready right then and there.
Brooklyn felt the shackles snap into place before she was led down the hall to the smaller waiting room. She didn't want to go but the larger woman didn't give her an option. The door was swung open and she was pushed inside. The woman forced Brooklyn on the bed and latched the chain on the floor to her shackles. The slave turned and slammed the door and locked it leaving the human alone. Brooklyn broke down not caring if the mascara was running or the makeup they plastered on her face was smeared. She wanted to go home- she wanted Dean. Anywhere he was would be home to her even if it was a shack in the woods. The way he touched and held her against his body after they had made love in the cabin and in the cave. So gentle and attentive unlike the rough cold hands of her vampire master. She stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes daring to dream of the day she would be back with her vampire once again.
Dean lifted his head as the Council and Assembly started to gather in their seats. Off to the side sat Nicholas and Maximilian Saltzman. The smug grin on the latter's face made Dean seethe. The son of a bitch had raped Brooklyn after being captured in Missouri. He was sure Alaric would be less than thrilled at that little bit of information.
"Soon all of our problems will be taken care of," Nicholas whispered to his son. Maximilian nodded and watched as the Elder was the last to arrive. Markus scanned the vast hall spotting the Saltzmans sitting content like a pack of jackals. He kept his opinions to himself as he called to order the gathering of vampires. Every principality and territory had at least one Council and Assembly member representing them but it was the Council that made the decisions and passed judgment.
"Council and Assembly we are gathered to hear the case against Dean Winchester for the crime of theft against one Alaric Saltzman."
The vampires kept quiet until they were addressed or given the floor. Dean kept his head up high when the eyes shifted to him. He wasn't about to grovel and give those bloodsucking bastards and bitches one lick of satisfaction in watching him wilt under their weighted judgmental stares.
next update soon.....