Familiars, Deacon found, tended to have something about them, something lacking in braincells and skills. Maybe it was the blood-loss, maybe it was something in the nature of the simpering, selfishly ambitious fuckwits that make them imbeciles. Whatever it was, they had their uses but always came to the end of them far too fast.
This place was different. Run by clans that weren't of vampire origin. The slaves that were for sale here had different motivations. Maybe he could find something that he'd find more personally appealing.
Fucking stupid, the whole bunch of them. Each and every guy he shares a stall with was different: tall, slim, blonde baby faced assholes and jock-like guys. They all shared one thing though, they were dumb as a fucking brick.
Quietly leaning against a wall, Scud watched them all. He knew there was no point struggling, his captors had made that clear. The lock on his collar was too thick to break.
If he acted the good boy part maybe they'd share a smoke with him from time to time.
He was starting to get a headache. They were like puppies. Dumb fucking puppies. All wagging their stumpy little tails and opening their mouths and making him cringe. None of them were worth paying for; he'd be eating them in days.
It was the glow of a cigarette end that caught his attention though, through the oiled up bodies of two tanned Adonises that were some kind of buy one, get one free deal. He was skinny and pale, his hair messy and lank.
"Hey." Deacon gestured to one of the stall tenders with a jerk of his head. "I want to take a look at that one."
Even though Scud considered that he was in good terms with his captors -hell, with the guys that worked for them, anyway. Not shooting the messenger or anything here- , they didn't seem to be all that careful as they grabbed his leather lead and jerked him forwards. Not gentle at all. Not cool.
As he stumbled his way forwards, Josh managed to grab hold of his cigarette before the cancer stick escaped from his lips.
Expensive shoes was the first thing he had noticed. Once he checked him out, it wasa clear that the guy was wealthy as fuck. An unlike many of the other fuckers he had seen strolling through this very special market, quite young too.
Not the most intelligent first line, but at least his voice didn't scream "moron" at him. The kid wasn't conventionally attractive, but he had a rough appeal to him.
"Hey." Deacon nodded and looked him over at closer quarters, as he pulled out a cigarette of his own and lit it with a cupped hand. The guy had tattoos, but they didn't look like brands, more his own personal choice.
It took a moment for Scud to respond, but his mind wasn't as slow as his words. He looked him over, the guy screamed vampire everywhere. Young wealthy vamps weren't his and Blade's goal when they came up with this idea. This guy, Dragonetti, was an usuall costumer of the place and Scud hoped to at least get a few ties if the guy himself didn't pick him up.
However, this guy? Was him as important as he seemed? His so called 'captors' had been eager to introduce him, they must know him as some important dude.
"Depends on what we're talkin' about. You want me to say piña coladas and stolls in the beach or Bowie and Radiohead?"
"I want you to answer honestly, and hopefully better than most of the poodles in this fucking place."
Deacon pursed his lips around his cigarette, but there was the pull of amusement in the corners of his mouth, around his eyes: The kid had spunk. He needed someone that could stimulate him in every possible way, and this looked hopeful.
With a shrug, Scud considered his next words. He had to play being a smartass, he could tell that the guy liked the type. If he was just looking for the queer-pretty type then he sure would have gone for at least 3 of the 6 guys sharing his stall.
"Same as everyone else, I suppose. Fame, wealth and a comfortable life. But I ain't stupid enough to think I'm getting fame." He took a moment, enjoying what was left of his cigarette. "But given my position I guess I should be just begging for my life and shit."
"Hmmm..." Deacon leaned in closer, exhaling smoke into the potential slave's face. He inhaled, breathing in the rich, warm smell that clung to his skin; young blood. Maybe he should be begging for his life, Deacon could afford him for a snack if he wanted.
"I have wealth, and I can give you comfort. Fame?" He smiled and flashed his fangs. "I could give you that, of a sort, too."
Scud inhaled the very same smoke the vampire was breathing out. Did these fuckers actually breath? He was still amazed by how alive they all looked.
Was he being cocky? Was he pretending to be a big fish while swimming in a fucking tiny tank? Giving his size, it's not like he needed all that space...
"Is this a case of a pet chosing his Master?" He asked, faking nervousness, trying to seem a tad softer in case queer was what the guy was going for.
His blue eyes were not leaving those fangs though.
Dropping the buttend to the floor, he ground it out with his shoe. He would have flicked it, but so many flammable materials draped around, Deacon had better sense of self preservation than he was cocky. He crinkled his nose and tilted his head to the side.
"No, I'm buying you, but what you say to me will considerably affect your lifespan."
That made Deacon smile openly now. He reached out and ran his fingertips around the kid's jaw.
"Good boy..." For a moment, his thumb rested on the human's lower lip, just stroking it gently. Then he patted his cheek lightly and nodded to the stall tender to signal that he was happy with the goods.
They moved to the side to barter for the young, new slave. Deacon exchanged some money and a couple of vials of his best product, and the lead was passed over to him.
Scud was new in this business, so were his ideas and the way he was changing the game for B. Right now though? He wanted to shoot himself in the damn balls for offering his sorry white ass for a project like this one.
He still wasn't all that familiar with every vampire who was a big name in the game, but he had heard about the ones in the vamp-dope business. This guy looked the part. The guy pretending to be another merchant, one of B's fellow guys, gave him a warning and almost apologetical look.
The second one worried Scud even more.
"Bye, Babydolls." He distracted himself by teasing the Olsen sisters in steroids. Josh had never been much of a fan of jocks at school and these guys looked eager to shove his face down a toilet. "Best luck with the next big name that crosses your door, bitches."
Now that his business was concluded, Deacon couldn't wait to get out of this pit. He felt like he'd possibly found the one thing of any true worth in a jumble of mindless junk. The only redeeming quality the rest of them had was that they were prettier than the average wanna be vampire.
He twisted the lead in his fist, shortening it and yanking his purchase closer to him.
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This place was different. Run by clans that weren't of vampire origin. The slaves that were for sale here had different motivations. Maybe he could find something that he'd find more personally appealing.
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Quietly leaning against a wall, Scud watched them all. He knew there was no point struggling, his captors had made that clear. The lock on his collar was too thick to break.
If he acted the good boy part maybe they'd share a smoke with him from time to time.
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It was the glow of a cigarette end that caught his attention though, through the oiled up bodies of two tanned Adonises that were some kind of buy one, get one free deal. He was skinny and pale, his hair messy and lank.
"Hey." Deacon gestured to one of the stall tenders with a jerk of his head. "I want to take a look at that one."
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As he stumbled his way forwards, Josh managed to grab hold of his cigarette before the cancer stick escaped from his lips.
Expensive shoes was the first thing he had noticed. Once he checked him out, it wasa clear that the guy was wealthy as fuck. An unlike many of the other fuckers he had seen strolling through this very special market, quite young too.
"Hey."
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"Hey." Deacon nodded and looked him over at closer quarters, as he pulled out a cigarette of his own and lit it with a cupped hand. The guy had tattoos, but they didn't look like brands, more his own personal choice.
"What're you into, kid?"
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However, this guy? Was him as important as he seemed? His so called 'captors' had been eager to introduce him, they must know him as some important dude.
"Depends on what we're talkin' about. You want me to say piña coladas and stolls in the beach or Bowie and Radiohead?"
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Deacon pursed his lips around his cigarette, but there was the pull of amusement in the corners of his mouth, around his eyes: The kid had spunk. He needed someone that could stimulate him in every possible way, and this looked hopeful.
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"Same as everyone else, I suppose. Fame, wealth and a comfortable life. But I ain't stupid enough to think I'm getting fame." He took a moment, enjoying what was left of his cigarette. "But given my position I guess I should be just begging for my life and shit."
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"I have wealth, and I can give you comfort. Fame?" He smiled and flashed his fangs. "I could give you that, of a sort, too."
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Was he being cocky? Was he pretending to be a big fish while swimming in a fucking tiny tank? Giving his size, it's not like he needed all that space...
"Is this a case of a pet chosing his Master?" He asked, faking nervousness, trying to seem a tad softer in case queer was what the guy was going for.
His blue eyes were not leaving those fangs though.
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"No, I'm buying you, but what you say to me will considerably affect your lifespan."
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Damn he missed Blade in moments like these.
"I'd-- I'd do anything to get that fame then, Master. I've always considered myself a bit of a groupie."
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"Good boy..." For a moment, his thumb rested on the human's lower lip, just stroking it gently. Then he patted his cheek lightly and nodded to the stall tender to signal that he was happy with the goods.
They moved to the side to barter for the young, new slave. Deacon exchanged some money and a couple of vials of his best product, and the lead was passed over to him.
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He still wasn't all that familiar with every vampire who was a big name in the game, but he had heard about the ones in the vamp-dope business. This guy looked the part. The guy pretending to be another merchant, one of B's fellow guys, gave him a warning and almost apologetical look.
The second one worried Scud even more.
"Bye, Babydolls." He distracted himself by teasing the Olsen sisters in steroids. Josh had never been much of a fan of jocks at school and these guys looked eager to shove his face down a toilet. "Best luck with the next big name that crosses your door, bitches."
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He twisted the lead in his fist, shortening it and yanking his purchase closer to him.
"Do you have a name?"
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