Kurt Hummel--he had refused to forget his name-- was marched out of the barn in chains along with about ten others of his spicies.
The night air was crisp and cool. Crickets churped in the distance as if all were right with the world. All in all, Kurt would have called it a beutiful night if it weren't for his current postion.
He was one of many humans who had been abducted and taken to one of the many slave markets that the vampire overlords had established across the globe.
The vampires in charge of keeping the captives in line walked on both sides of the line, armed with whips that they used with gusto, cracking the weapon at the humans' feet to get them to move faster towards the wooden platform they were now walking towards.
As they approched, Kurt could hear the low muttering of wealthy vampires waiting to buy a new slave for their own twisted amusment.
The line was made to halt at the end of the steps that would bring them onto the platform. The first human in the line was releaved of her shackles long enough for the slavers to strip her bare. Then the bonds were clapped back around her wrists and ankles and she was escorted onto the platform by two of the guards.
Kurt watched in disgust as the slavers who still held the woman's clothes, began fighting over the material like hungry dogs over a carcass.
A round of cheering wafted into the night air as the vampires began their gastly bidding. Kurt tried not to listen to the announcer as the price for the poor woman rose higher.
She was finally sold and the line moved up again. The next unfortunete captive underwent the same treatment as the woman before him was brought onto the platform to a round of cheering from the fiends.
Kurt was the forth in line. He studied the man in front of him. The poor gentleman was shaking like a leaf and when it was his turn to be brought before the vampires, he began to sob.
The slavers whipped the man until he was able to supress his terror. He was swept up the steps and Kurt heard the vampires jeer at the simpering creature now standing in the moonlight.
Kurt's throat closed up as he was hauled closer to the steps. He cleared his throat and bit his tounge to keep from crying, eyeing the whips of the slavers warly.
One of the slavers caught his eye and grinned, fangs flashing. Kurt looked away quickly and he heard a chuckle from the slaver.
His entire body tensed as he felt a callused hand desend on his shoulder. He looked up and into the black eyes of the slaver. There was alchoal on the monster's breath as he leanded over and whispered into Kurt's ear.
"I really wish I could take you home with me, handsome, but it's unfortunly against the rules."
"Martin!" The second slaver barked at his fellow, "Keep your hands off the merchindise."
Martin hissed, but did as he was told.
Finelly, it was Kurt's turn to mount the stairs.
The slavers swooped in and unlocked Kurt's heavy shackles. He shuddered as the gruff hands roughly undressed him. The cold shackes were clapped around his wrists and ankles again and he was pulled onto the stage by a cold hand.
His heartbeat increased as he was shoved out into the middle of the platform aimed a round of cheering.