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Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Dominic was not known for opening up his home, his life, to others. Cool steel blue eyes swept over the gossiping couple in the corner of the auction house, their sudden silence was amusing as was their flustered guilt and shame as they quickly turned and tried to appear busy, attempting to look as though they hadn't been murmuring quietly about him. With a slight chuckle, he let a broad hand smooth through the dark blonde hair that fell loosely over his ears to the nape of his neck, it was getting long enough he would either need a trim or to start tying it back. It wasn't as if he could blame the gossiping pair, not truly. He was a heavy hitter in the vampire world, one with title and power behind his name but at the same time he led a secluded life, one away from public eye. Dominic had no wife or husband, no pets and kept a single human male man servant who would run errandd and tasks for him as needed during daylight hours who had been in service of his parents decades before he came to work for him. It was decidedly odd to see him in an auction house looking for a plaything, for a pet. Dominic made his way to the back, slipping idly through the crowd and ignoring the brief looks and attentions he was garnering, a small part of him resenting it and wishing he was back at his home in his study, tucked away from the world and all of this unwanted focus. His sharp blue eyes scanned over what this auction house had available for sale today, wondering if anything would peak his interests in a way that was yet to happen in his long life. But Carl his servant was getting older and it would do to have someone to tend to him with a bit of youth. That and he had grown weary of the flings and one night whores he had subjected himself to for feeding and sexual release. Dominic wanted something more permanent, something-someone he could call his to use for his hungers both in thirst and sexually.
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Ethan let out a guttural roar, his knuckles white as he clenched the blasted cage that held him. His grey eyes narrowed in on the vampires that had trapped him, who stood there smirking at his helplessness. He was a lone wolf, one without a pack, an oddity when it came to his kind. But becoming captured was the furthest thing on his mind when he went out on his own, especially since he could usually hold his own against those bloodthirsty parasites. But they had sneaked up on him when he was asleep, managing to collar him with whatever black magic that kept him from turning. The strap seemed to siphon off his energy, wearing him out at an alarming rate before he had crashed into the ground, unable to fight back at the vampires who strategically waited for him to wear out before approaching the wolf. I swear to the gods, you better hope I don't get out of here, or I'm coming for each and every one of your throats, he snarled, trying once more to phase into his wolf form but failing. The vampires only laughed at his constant attempts, confident in their structure. The cage is an alloy of steel and silver, coated in wolfsbane oil, they chuckled, though the creatures had kept a safe distance from the werewolf. It was specifically designed to trap pathetic whelps like you, another taunted, going through the index once more and reviewing the listings for today. Ethan was the prized pig for the day, his enslavement advertised all over the town. The wolf man shot daggers at his captors, who quickly dissipated to check on the other captives. Ethan stood there, his bare body hunched, his messy brown hair dangling over his forehead as he tried to think of other methods for his freedom. It wasn't long before he heard a crowd of noises just outside of the auction house, an indication that it was about to begin. One of the vampires reappeared, in his hands a bottle of dark liquid. Well, we can't have you injuring our paying customers, he murmured, twisting open the bottle and splashing the contents at Ethan. The man fell to his knees immediately, his strength completely drained as he looked at the vampire that felt a lot more comfortable about approaching him. Some more wolfsbane oil. Difficult to come by, but for you, we can spare a bottle or two when you're going to bring us so much wealth, he cackled, and then everything went dark. --- And now for our most prized possession, our pice de rsistance, if you will, a fully-grown werewolf! Ethan finally came back into consciousness, still finding himself heavily dazed from the oil as he tried to make out the crowd of vampires in front of him. He tried to stand up, only stumbling as he held onto the bars for support, though it accomplished little. I promise you, he's a lot better than he looks, folks, the auctioneer jested. Who would like to place the first bid?
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The wolf was finally coming to, the wolfsbane oil having been absorbed into his body and filtered out like a bad cold. Fucking parasites, he muttered, struggling to stand up as his strength returned to him gradually. Ethan let out a low growl as he pushed himself up, though he felt his energy plateau before it barely even reached its full capacity. Even in his incapacitated state, he had witnessed it all his auction, the transaction, the delight on the auctioneers face as he had garnered the most money theyve ever seen, how he was loaded for transport, to where he was now. He didnt even bother taking a good look at the roomhed end up destroying it into ruins anyways, before taking the lives of every single bloodmongrel here. Hoping that the worn off wolfsbane would restore his powers, Ethan gritted his teeth, his eyes flaring and the veins in his arms bulged tight as he tried to shift phases. Experienced wolves never had difficulty in their transitions, and it was never a problem for Ethan. But as the muscles in his neck tightened, he felt something hard constricting it. His hand went up to feel the hard metal band clasped around his neck, as if he were some mangy cur. The wolf gripped the adornment, sending out a deep roar as he tried to rip it off, only to find that his energy was being drained almost twice as fast now. The damned collar must have been made with the same materials as the cage, he seethed, weakening his abilities upon contact. And with it so firmly coiled around Ethans neck, also set a limit to his powers, so that any vampire could probably immobilize him with ease if he were to get out of control. Unable to stand upright in the cage from the lack of sufficient height, he had no choice but to crouch down, eyeing the vampire that occupied the room with him. He didnt seem to register anything about the creatures appearance, other than seeing a pale neck to snap and a heart to rip out. So youre the fool who went out and bought a werewolf, Ethan grunted, scratching the side of his face before running his hand through that mop of a head. The wolf snorted, the corner of his lip curling up as he met the vampires gaze. You must have a death wish.
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Dominic studied the weakened werewolf, noting the silver collar in place that was keeping him in that state. He watched as the werewolf tensed, when he tried to shift and the way the collar prohibited this from happening and witnessed the roar of sheer rage that erupted as a result. Dominic did not care much for the metal band around his new pets throat, it would leave their experiences cheapened if the werewolf was forced into complete submission while under his care. If this other man was going to submit he wanted it to be because Dominic brought him to it, not some tinket. The vampire craved a partner who was strong enough to potentially overpower himself adding to the thrill of their encounters. A pet who would throw back as much fight and spirit as Dominic would give, making the vampire earn his claim and dominance. There was little chance now of Dominic being able to remove the band of silver now though, not without risking his hand being ripped off in the process. The vampire walked over to a large plush leather arm chair not far from the cage, sitting down and locking eyes with the crouching, near feral creature who looked ready to attack viciously if given an opportunity. At his words though, Dominic couldn't help but offer a dark, sharp smile. And you're the fool who allowed himself be caught by vampires and sold into servitude...you are lucky it was I who bought you and not another, he said casually with a single lift of a shoulder as his hands roamed over that mop of chestnut hair, the bare skin and the other man's features, watching him quietly and gauging his every action and movement with a calculated look. That cage looks far too small for you, he continued with a brief nod at the metal structure. If you calm yourself I would be willing to consider letting you out of it so we may become better acquainted.
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The caged wolf cocked his head for a mere second at the vampire's words before sitting down on the floor of the cage, laughing. The throaty sound echoed in the room, a mixture of amusement and bitterness, though it weighed heavily on the latter. I should be lucky, he repeated, taking a moment to replay those words in his head as he combed his hand through his thick chestnut hair, which seemed to have a mind of its own. I should be lucky that my captivity rests in your hands, he chuckled. I should be lucky, that instead of having our kind acknowledge territorial respect, I was drugged, caged and transported to some pissant's house, sold into slavery. Ethan leaned back, apathetic about his state of nudity in front of the fanged creature. I apologize, Sir , he seethed, I should be ever so grateful. He knew that it was in his best interests to play along after hearing the creature's proposal, and playing calm wouldn't be too difficult, since it meant that he'd be released from this infernal cage. Not to mention, he could use the opportunity to drive his claws through those glaring blue eyes, an example to any other vampire who even thought about trying to capture him again. But fuck if he didn't hate that smug look on the bastard's face, sitting on that plush chair, appraising him. It only infuriated him even more, the suggestion that they be better acquainted. And what do you suppose we do, sit around the table for tea and chat? Get over yourself, bloodsucker. I've no desire to be acquaintances with the likes of you. Especially when it was the likes of you that got me here. Now, free me from this cursed cage and I'll rethink killing you.
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Perhaps I did not make my intentions clear, Dominic said calmly, face falling into an expression of neutrality as he rose to his feet and approached the cage, just out of reaching distance should the werewolf try anything foolish. I apologize for attempting to be somewhat diplomatic when first making you aware of your current situation. This time, I shall be much more blunt, he said cooly, his voice dropping an octave as he crouched, mirroring the wereowlf's posture. He felt something primal and instinctual rise up in him, a raw predatory hunger that had his dark smile widening as he focused in on the man in the cage. Regardless of your feelings on the matter? You belong to me. You were a fool for being captured and should know better than to assume us 'blood suckers' would honor any sort of pact boundaries placed on territory limits. While this situation is not ideal for you, your predicament could be far, far worse if you had fallen into someone elses hands as I do not wish to break you, or tame you. I will not, however, sit idly by and listen to you threaten me while expecting to be treated better for it. Dominic tilted his head towards the padlocked latch on the cage. I would like to see you out of there so I can properly bathe and feed you, I would also like to work towards replacing that wretched thing around your neck with something that doesn't limit you quite so drastically, he continued before tilting his head as a low snarl left his own lips even as he continued to smile. But I do not reward insolence with freedom, or misbehavior and threats with trust. He let his words sink in, leaving a moment of silence to stretch out between them before continuing. I have no intentions of sitting around feeding you tea and little pastries, little wolf, while we play games of getting to know one another, he said with a brief snort before rising back to his feet. Dominic walked over to the shelves mounted to the walls, selecting a book before returning to sink into his chair as he flipped over the pages quietly, eyes scanning the words. When he next spoke he did not bother to look up or offer the werewolf his gaze or full attention. Start by giving me your name, and we can move forward from there. Or you can continue to sit in your own stench and coated in remnants of that wretched wolfsbane they slathered you with, the choice is yours.
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Suit yourself, the wolf grumbled, settling down in the confined space with his back against the metal bars. As if I'm going to give in to his list of requests , Ethan thought to himself, determined to have as little interaction with the male as possible. This is what vampires would do, how they lured humans into their claws and drank them bone-dry. It was all a ploy, and Ethan would be damned to fall for it. To lower his guard and expose himself to this creature would be a costly mistake, one that he was already paying for. A few hours passed by in total silence, and the wolf had nothing else to do but to observe the vampire reaching for book after book, his posture composed and his face without expression. Ethan had expected for the creature to crack, to grow tired of this and demand for his obedience, to which the wolf would lure him closer to rip his head off, even without being in his other form. But the other had remained still, almost forgetting of his captive's existence. All the meanwhile, Ethan's expression had soured from the pungent smell of that wolfsbane oil, no longer having its effect on his body, but just as rancid a stench as ever. Even as he tried to scrub his arms and chest furiously where the oil had been doused on him, it clung onto him stubbornly. In a fit of annoyance, the wolf hunched up and thrashed about in the ill-fitted cage, his body flushed with a crimson hue as his blood boiled. His howls an explosion of rage and venom, he tried once more to phase out, to call upon his wolf form to free him. His pupils narrowed, and the curve of his ears began to sharpen upward, but that was extent of his transformation, brought back into check by the brace that locked his powers. He ramming the bars, gripping them and trying to bend them outwards to open up a sizable gap, to rip off the collar around his neck, to do anything, but just like what he had tried to do when he was first captured, proved to be of no use. His muscles had tightened up, veins bulging out of them, but his strength was useless in this situation, considering he was trapped in a closed space heavy in wolfsbane. Exhausted, he slumped back down, breathing heavily as he cast his eyes away from the vampire in front of him in disdainful surrender. Ethan... he finally grunted, slouching back down in the cage, feeling the fatigue envelope his body. My name is Ethan.
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Dominic read in silence, ignoring the were's outbursts and noises of rage as he struggled and fought with his captivity. It was several hours and two books later that he heard the man with brown hair quiet, stilling in the cage as he slumped in his confines. The vampire continued to read, listening to the heavy breathing that came from the cage where the werewolf had exhausted himself in his rage and fits of defiance. It wasn't long until he heard that rebellious nature subside completely and he saw over the edge of the book currently holding his attention as the other man cast his eyes away as if painfully admitting defeat, at least in this round it seemed. Ethan, he said easily, testing the weight of the other's name on his tongue while setting the book down in his lap with a single finger marking his place when he heard the male's voice answer the question he had asked hours prior. Dominic returned his gaze to the exhausted creature, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his lips. Well, Ethan...can I release you from that wretched cage yet or are you going to attempt to cause me and my home harm? He asked simply, his tone neutral. Dominic continued to study the werewolf, unwilling to take for granted this man's strength despite his worn and haggard appearance and the collar. Of course, there was no doubt in the vampire's mind that he could over power his pet should Ethan struggle or try to put up a fight, but he would rather not damage his new purchase too gravely if the werewolf went for the kill and wouldn't stop until one of them lay dead. Shaking his head briefly he leaned forward a bit, forearm bracing himself on the rest of the armchair he sat in as he nodded his chin in the werewolf's direction. What say you, Ethan? Dominic asked calmly. I can provide you with a meal and means of cleaning yourself and we can discuss the terms of our arrangement so you know exactly what it is you are potentially struggling with and fighting against.
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Relying on pure rage and strength had become a tiresome endeavor, and it wasn't getting him anywhere. The cycle was the same exerting all of his might to try and break free, falling short, and find himself horribly weakened as a result. He needed a different approach, one that promised a chance of freedom rather than ridicule from this creature. If this vampire followed through with his proposition, Ethan would be uncaged, clean, and fed. He had no doubt in his mind that he'd easily take the life of this shithead if he were at least liberated from this godforsaken cage, even in his human form. And to have his energy replenished would only be an added bonus. Of course, the instincts that came with his kind that had protected him from danger for as long as he could remember advised against this, but what other choice did he have? Rot in this confinement? It seemed that for the past few hours, the vampire had no issue ignoring his outbursts, and being the soulless monsters that they were, he would probably have no issue letting the wolf remain here for days, weeks even, until his body was completely drained. So he'd play nice. Let himself return to full capacity, unhindered by dirty tricks such as silver collars or that horrid oil, and rise back up like the beast that he is. But unlike those that captured him, he wasn't going to resort to cheap parlor tricks to gain the upper hand. Maybe it was a pride thing, achieving greater satisfaction in knowing that he bested his enemy out of pure power alone and nothing else. It was how pack leaders were chosen, and how conflicts were resolved. Ethan got back up, crouching down as his forearms rested over his knees. He looked up at the vampire, his messy entangled hair flopping over and covering an eye as he spoke, his voice low and gravelly. Fine, I'll behave for now. But listen here, leech, the second you turn your back on me, present me with any kind of opportunity to come up and rip your spine right out of your neck, I'll be sure to take it, without hesitation. Unlike your kind, I'll warn you now before the attack. And so, with a scoff, he sat back down, feeling the cold metal bars against his high-temperatured body. What's your name anyways, he gruffed, his head slightly nodding up at the vampire. Vlad the Impaler? Dracula? No wait, let me guess Nosferatu?
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Dominic raised an eyebrow at the threat and watched the werewolf quietly, his dark blue eyes calculating the weakened man within the cage before he rolled a shoulder in a simple shrug. Think what you will, but do recognize that collar will make it difficult for you to exact that rather creative, albeit somewhat graphic, threat against me, he said as easily as if he was discussing the weather rather than dealing with a creature threatening to slaughter him. Though I would suggest you not strike the first blow unless you are quite certain you will be able to land the last as well, Dominic said, his own voice taking on the tones of a dark promise as the vampire studied the werewolf. Since we are warning each other of course... He debated leaving the werewolf in there for another couple of hours, though he felt more inclined to attempt to gain some small trust by keeping his promise than build greater animosity between them. That and the werewolf didn't seem to be in the greatest condition and his hunger most likely didn't help Ethan's mood as Dominic doubted the auction house offered such a creature a fitting meal or basic necessities. The vampire had Carl stock the kitchens before he left for his pet and supposed getting some water and food for the other man would be the best way to start extending the proverbial olive branch while they had their discussion about exactly what this relationship between them would entail. Dominic glanced at the book a final time, committing the page to memory before rising to his feet and returning it to a shelf before striding over to crouch down in front of the cage, a small silver key appearing between his fingers as he unlocked the latch and unbarred the opening. Charming, he chuckled dryly at the other man's smart ass retort. My name is Dominic, Ethan, just Dominic will suffice for now. Later we can discuss titles and proper ways for addressing one another in public settings as well as more private situations, he said easily before he walked over to the mantle and grabbed a silver decanter of water and a crystal glass, returning to the cage and pouring a glass for his pet as a cool pale hand offered it to him without a word.
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Oh, I don't start a fight unless I plan on ending it, he retorted, reaching for the crystal glass, though he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a slight chill at the returned threat. The words had a different weight to them, nothing he'd ever felt before among other wolves. But then again, he wasn't dealing with his own kind. Raising the glass up to his parched lips, he cocked his head back, downing it in a swallow. He was far too quenched to even consider the possibility of other undesirable substances in the water, quickly handing the tumbler back to the vampire for a refill. It cascaded down his throat like a refreshing waterfall, his dehydrating body quick to take in the cold liquid as he felt it spread out inside of him. He finally gasped, his once parched throat now satisfied from sheer drinking alone as he set the glass down in front of the vampire letting out a relaxed exhale. With the cage finally unlocked, the wolf stepped out, enjoying the air of conditioned freedom as he took the opportunity to stretch out his sore muscles, cramped from being in there for so long. Ethan let out satisfying grunts as he reached back, showing off the toned muscles that graced his body with every position he took before sauntering over to the couch Dominic had sat in earlier, plopping himself down. What, Dominic isn't good enough for you, you gotta add in a title? He leaned back into the plush couch, his forearms leaning on the armrest, his bare bottom against what was probably quality leather. What is it? 'The Terrible?' 'The Dark?' What other stupid adjectives do you vampires have to tack onto the back of your names in order to induce fear into the hearts of those useless humans, Nicky? He smirked, mindlessly scratching his pubic mound as he sank into the chair.