Chapter 8

Mesmerised by beauty

The impatient taps on the car door, the tapping of freshly cleaned shoes echoing the car and the clicking of a demons fresh sharp teeth were beginning to aggravate Ash Venus Compton; an astonishing amount. She could understand that her friend and carer was nervous but god he needed to man up. He was Blaine Devon Anderson for crying out loud, Lord of Demonic, son to the best well established parents and family. To think someone as fierce as him would be as nervous as he is now would be a shock to most people. Ash who was getting agitated by the minute, punched Blaine on the arm, rather forcefully; of course not enough to hurt a demon.

"What the-"

"Would you stop that!"

"Stop what?"

"The taps of your feet, your hands and the clicking of your teeth. Its driving me crazy."

Blaine sighed, he had never been as nervous as this before in his life. The only time he gets nervous is when he has to attend meetings with his parents or a get together with family. The pressure of the ball on Sunday and the pressure of getting a slave were building up. He did agree with his parents that it was about time he did purchase one but apart of him didn't want there to be a big change, he knew that there would be but it still is a lot of pressure for him.

"I'm sorry Ash. I'm just scared.", Ash's eyes flew open wide. Blaine was never scared of anything, never. She frowned slightly before leaning over and placing her pale hand over Blaine's much darker one. He smiled.

"You will be fine Blaine. I will be there to help you, i will help you communicate with him, i will care for him when you aren't around, I will watch over him; stopping him from getting into any trouble."

"That would be easier said than done."

"Yes you're right, he will be a handful at first but can you blame him?"

"I don't know, I've never seen a slave house."

"Its awful, I don't like talking about it because it is something that is difficult to bring up without struggling with words."

He sighed, refraining from chattering his teeth. Running his tongue along the roof of his mouth, the taste of blood still remained from the day before. He wondered what his slaves blood type would be. Blaine favourite was AB, it was more sweet that other types, it left an explosion of flavour and energy in his mouth. He hadn't endured this pleasure in years when being served it at a gathering, other demons grimaced but Blaine disagreed with their reactions; to be grossed out by such a sweetness must be a crime. Blaine guessed he was just specific of his wants and needs.

Many questions circled Blaine's mind; what would his slaves skin taste like, just before the inserting of his canines? What were the favourite hobbies of his slave? What was his slaves reaction to being tasted and savoured by him? Would he enjoy it? Would he dislike it? Time would tell.

He had been taken from the slave house in the early hours of the morning, along with about another 10-15 others; including Xavier and Rosie. The slave holding area outside the auction was like a converted barn, just like the punishment area back at the slave house, Kurt shivered at the thought. There were hay bales, chains to keep a slave tied down, water tubs (which looked like troths) and slaves everywhere, tied up to every wall with their chains. They were to be left here for hours until the auction. Luckily Kurt had been placed in between Xavier and Rosie, just like the cells. It was all very cramped and too hot for Kurt's liking. They also had watchers walking around with whips in their hands just in case of any incidents.

"Kurt, psst."

Kurt whipped his head around to stare into Rosie's terrified eyes.

"We have around two hours."

Xavier whipped his head round and hissed at her. "How do you know!?", Xavier had been weirdly abnormal since they arrived here.

"I just heard one of the watchers saying so."

Xavier groaned, turning his head away and staring at the floor. Kurt guessed he either was really tired from lack of sleep (considering the bags under his eyes) or he was scared for tonight's auction, he figured it was the latter. Kurt smiled at Rosie, trying to move his hands around above him but all it did was attract attention from the clanking of the chains and cuffs. A watcher came over, staring into Kurt's eyes.

"Problem boy?"

"N..no sir."

"Good then, keep it that way."

He let out the breath he had been holding and stopped moving, not wanting to disturb the watcher again. Xavier glared in anger at the watcher, nearly shouting something at him but was stopped by Rosie. Kurt settled back against the wall, all they could do was wait.

A few hours later and they had arrived at the auction, to say that Blaine was nervous would be an understatement. He had received a phone call from his father who was making sure he had left and was doing as he was told. Blaine walked along the cobbled path; Ash by his side. A few yards away was a small but fancy establishment, to Blaine it looked like a bar that brought in a good income despite its size. On the outside it looked like a cabaret club with a red carpet trailing from the door and fancy small spotlights shining down to add some light to the dark night. Once at the door a tall, burly, bald headed, male demon stood holding a board. Most humans and some demons would be scared of him but Blaine was not fazed.

"Name and preference."

"Lord Blaine Anderson, Demonic."

The thugs eyes widened before sticking his hand out for Blaine to shake. Blaine took the demons hand in his. It was no secret that Blaine was well known throughout. He was the lord of the main demon point in all of America.

"Well here is a guidance pamphlet, Sir."

"A what?"

"It gives you details of how to handle slaves, where to contact if you need help and other basic general information, Sir." Blaine almost growled in frustration, he still wasn't used to every demon addressing him so formally. For once he just wished they would leave out the 'sir' part in every conversation.

"Thank you."

"The auction begins in fifteen to twenty minutes, grab a table and when bidding just call out your price. If you win, someone will come to you for your details, each slave comes with a few facts about them called out by the auctioneer. Pretty straight forward, i wish you the best. Sir."

Blaine looked back to Ash who had kept her head down the full entire time he had been chatting with the demon bouncer. He instructed her to 'come', it was usual behaviour for Blaine. He may be friendly with Ash but outside of the house, he had to act like a Lord and a high authority. Blaine murmured for Ash to stay close to his side as they entered the area full of round tables and chairs around them with a marble stage at the front. Blaine found a table in the middle and sat down, Ash knelt by his feet and kept her head down (obviously knowing the procedure for any type of slave.) Glancing around the dark room with only the stage area lit and one candle on every table, Blaine could smell and sense that there were vampires, wolfs, a couple of demons and a shifter. Shifters were rare among there world but everyone seen one or two in their lives.

He glanced around a few more times and as a slave waiter passed by he asked for a strong whisky. Maybe drinking would calm his nerves?

Kurt's breathing was ragged and shallow. His heart was beating ten times faster than i should be, now that he was moved to an office room with some others beside the auction room. He could hear the conversations of the people (no, creatures) outside of the room. It sounded packed. He had been brought in the room a few minutes ago along with every slave that had been in his row, Xavier by his side and Rosie on the other. They had been forced to supply blood samples, some struggled more than others. Xavier had not muttered a single word since the confrontation with the guard. Rosie and Kurt were beginning to worry about him.

A few more minutes and he could be sold along with the two. He didn't know how to feel about this, truly. He was less scared for sure but he couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness that he had been holding all day long.

Blaine's breath hitched when the auctioneer had stepped upon the podium, the man was dressed in a hideous blue suit with the tie hanging loose. To Blaine he looked tacky and was just a measly dressed up guard. The man cleared his throat to test the microphone, many grumbled at the ambience. When the man began to speak all when silent.

"Hello, welcome on this night to this months slave auction. We have a good line up for you tonight. Many varieties of slaves awaiting in the room beside the stage. In total we have 13 slaves to sell tonight. We would have had 15 but well, lets not get into that."

Blaine's eyebrow raised at the man's words, what could he possibly mean by that?

"I hope you are all sitting comfortably. We shall begin in precisely 2 minutes, please make your final orders for any beverages and i hope you get the slave you are looking for this evening."

A few members of the room lifted their glasses and nodded their heads at the auctioneer in acknowledgement. Blaine could tell he was in for a long night.

Listening to the auctioneer had sent shivers through every slave, listening to his speech and introduction of selling their lives for good made them sick to their stomachs. Xavier looked sickly pale, as did Rosie's; as did everyone's. Kurt brought his knees to his chest and hugged them. Glancing around the room before letting a tear glide down his porcelain skin, Kurt hid his face in his knees and let more tears fall. Not noticing Rosie had placed a hand on his left shoulder and that Xavier was holding him close.

When will this nightmare be over.

"Lets begin."

Blaine felt sick, utterly disgusting. He wanted to leave but a part of him wanted to see the mysterious boy Ash had spoken of so dearly.

"Our first slave is a female. She was brought from New Jersey. This one was quiet to begin with but struggled with certain orders from her male trainer but soon carried them out. She has blue eyes, blonde hair and delicate features. Not too tall, around 5'8 and weighs 95 pounds. She is a virgin and her sexual orientation is straight. Her strong points are posture, attitude and obedience. Ladies and Gentlemen, i give you Hannah Greig."

A small girl was brought out onto the middle of the stage and pushed onto her knees. The guard holding her lifted her head. Blaine felt even more sick than before, she looked so broken. He listened to the audience shout out prices, it came down to a vampire and a wolf; the worst of opponents. The bidding got to around £15,000 and was sold to the Wolf. In a way Blaine was glad it had not been the vampire, they were terrible creatures who never slept and were pretty rogue like. The next few slaves were not the boy he had been wondering so much about, he had looked down to Ash in conformation but none came. About 15 minutes later around 4 slaves had been sold.

"Our next slave is male.", Blaine perked up and looked to the auctioneer who began reading out details, however it didn't match Ash's description.

"He was brought from Lima, Ohio. He was strong willed and stubborn to begin with and still is now, has had a fair few punishments and has remained strong throughout. He has green eyes, blonde hair and his body frame is strong built. He is around 5'10. He is not a virgin and his sexual orientation is bisexual. His strong points are that he is caring when he wants to be, he has been seen on multiple occasions comforting some slaves in particular. He has a good posture and would be willing to cooperate with someone who is less demanding. i give you Xavier Adams."

Blaine watched as the boy was pushed onto his knees roughly than most of the other slaves, he guessed this one wasn't the guards favourite. He looked down to Ash to had her head up fully staring at the boy with a hint of remorse. He looked exhausted, black bags visible under his eyes. His face looked a sickly colour, almost like he would pass out right there and then. He lifted his head at the sound of a female voice, it had belonged to a shifter. She had a smile on her face, that looked friendly and welcoming.

"£10,000"

"£10,000, any higher than that?"

"£15,000", Blaine glanced in the other direction where a less friendly female vampire smirked devilishly. The shifter snapped her head to the side and glared before shouting out her next bid.

"25,000"

"30,000"

"40,000"

The two glared at each other, the vampire slumped in her seat and nodded to the shifter who had a hopeful look upon her face.

"40,000. Going once...twice..sold to the lady at table 6. Collect your slave outside at the collecting point."

The shifter raised from her seat, smiling at the boy as he was taken off the other side. She glanced around the room, his staring stopped at Blaine. She nodded her head and walked by him. Whispering in his ear.

"You seek a boy."

"Yes, how did you know?"

"You seek a particular boy. One i can feel in my Xavier. The boy you seek is friends with my Xavier, i can sense it."

"Thank you."

"Make sure you get him, here is my card. Contact me."

The shifter departed from the room, Blaine overturned the card. Alexis Harrow.

When Xavier had been sold, it was now Rosie's turn and then his. Rosie's teeth were chattering as she was pulled onto the stage and pushed to her knees. The atmosphere was frightening; to almost anyone. Kurt stared from the side, his head spinning. He didn't want to lose his friend. Not now.

Blaine stared at the young girl pushed to the floor. Her name was Rosie James. She had blonde hair and dark brown eyes, she reminded him of Ash a little. With the petite face, she could be Ash's double. Ash looked up at him, the amusement confusing her.

"Sir.", Blaine looked down.

"Why are you so amused with this girl? I thought it was a boy you wanted."

"Yes i want a boy, i just hope she goes to someone good."

The auctioneer, looked at a few more notes before asking to start the bidding at 15,000; which was regular for a girl of her nature and strong points. A vampire bid at the price, Blaine waited for anyone else to say anything.

"15,000. Any advance on 15,000?"

"No? Going once...going tw-", a young wolf cut in.

"20,000."

"20,000. Any advance on 20,000?", The vampire glared before slumping in his seat, obviously not willing to pay more. Poor sod.

"Sold to the man in the middle at 20,000."

The girl looked over at him before being dragged out the other side. The wolf smiled at her, which she returned. Blaine smiled in recognition, he knew that wolf. He was kind, warm hearted and had no cruel bone in his body. Blaine was glad.

Kurt caught the small smile on her face as Rosie was led off, whoever had bid on her obviously seemed nice. Now it was his turn and he had never been as frightened before in his life. He was trembling head to toe. His future lay in the hands of the people out there.

Please be someone nice. Please.

"We near the end of our auction tonight, one of the last ones we have is a male. Raised and brought from Lima, Ohio. To begin with he was quiet and didn't interact with many people. He was trained by not only a female trainer but a male as well, so no need to worry. His first three days went splendid and his female trainer put him down with 'good posture', 'good attitude' and 'obeys basic commands.' He was punished a in his last three days for back chat to his male trainer. His eyes are hard to describe, they are a mixture of green, blue and grey and his hair is a soft chestnut. He has small body frame, but is defined and he is around 5'9. He is a virgin and his sexual orientation is homosexual. We have Kurt Hummel."

Ash pinched Blaine's leg. "That's him Blaine."

Blaine's head snapped back up to the boy who was placed on his knees. Blaine felt as if the wind had been knocked out of his body, the noise in the room was gone, all he could focus on was this boy. Kurt Hummel. Now he realised why he had been so mesmerised to hear about him, he was the one for him. It had to be Kurt Hummel. That was his slave, he was his, no one else's and he would fight to the death to have him.

"Shall we start at the price of 20,000. He is a fine boy after all."

"Blaine put his hand up straight away."

"20,000. To the man in the middle.", Blaine's head turned to a vampire, who had bid 5,000 dollars higher than him. Oh hell no, Kurt was his.

"25,000."

Kurt shivered at he listened to the two men bid higher and higher each time. It had eventually reached 65,000. To the one furthest away. Kurt didn't know whether he wanted any of the two to have him. They sounded too dominant and strict, not to mention scary. The growls from each male was frightening him more and more by the minute.

"75,000. Let this be a end to it!"

Kurt's head snapped up and looked straight into the eyes of the male in the middle. His eyes wide and staring back into Kurt's.

Blaine watched at the vampire, growled once more and sat back. Blaine growled at the auctioneer who quickly sold at the price. He had never intended to go so high but he couldn't give up Kurt Hummel. No way. He watched the boy being pulled off to the side. Ash stared into his eyes as he raised from his seat, she followed him outside. Grabbing his arm once out of peoples view.

"Blaine! I have never seen you like that before. You looked ready to kill."

"You know Ash. I was. There was no way i was letting a fucking vampire of all sorts purchase him. He's mine."

"I told you he was the one." , Blaine pulled her head to his mouth and kissed it gently. Hugging her afterwards, thanks to her he was glad he had came for him in particular. He began walking around the building to the collecting point. He walked up to the guard who asked for his details and who he had purchased. The man nodded and explained to him about the state he would receive his slave in.

"He has been drugged."

"What!?"

"Relax, Sir. Its precaution, all slaves will be drugged to pass out when leaving. It ensures the owner they will not have to deal with a slave going crazy. Its happened before. My colleague is away to fetch your slave."

Blaine was royally pissed at the fact of someone as fragile and beautiful as Kurt being drugged. He was probably scared senseless at someone pushing a needle into his body and injected god knows what fluid into his system. He looked up at a tall, buff human carrying the small bundle that was Kurt Hummel. Blaine was quick to take the boy out the grubby humans arms, motioning for Ash to grab the boys case, small duffle bag and file from the guard. He walked to the car, holding him in his arms. Once at the car, he bend down, never letting the boy leave his arms and sat in; cradling the boy. He kept him close to his own body, Ash smiling at him a few times.

He placed at hand on the boys cheek, stroking it a few times. It mesmerised Blaine at how soft the boys skin actually was. It was like baby skin, so new and untouched. He couldn't wait to hear the boys voice, he hoped it would add to the beautiful complexion and he also hoped his personality matched his own. He widened his eyes and asked Ash to open the boys file.

"Ash, open the file. Tell me his blood type."

"AB."

Blaine sighed in happiness, his favourite blood type ran through the veins of his slave. His beautiful, breath taking slave. It couldn't get much better than this, could it? Blaine held the boy close as they made there way home. He wondered how long his slave would be out of it, he made a note to himself to place him straight in bed for a rest. Tomorrow was going to be a confusing day for him, indeed.

Kurt was in a dream state, he had been injected with... well he didn't know. He remembered passing out and going into his own mind. He couldn't wake up but just as well it gave him time to think. He had been bought by someone. He didn't know who the man was, where he came from or what he was. He just knew it was a male, nothing more. He didn't get a proper look at the man, he didn't know what he looked like.

Was he good looking?

Was he kind?

What creature was he?

He felt heavy in his own mind, too many questions and thoughts running through his head. He gave up to the power of the drug and rested his mind. He had no idea what state he would wake up in but for now rest felt amazing. It did, Indeed.