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You don’t ask her to come to your things or spend time with you anymore. It wouldn’t change anything. She’d only tell you, next time, again, and move to your stepsister.

“Y/N, why did you not tell me that you got the lead role in your school play?” Your mother asks the moment you walk inside the kitchen to make breakfast for yourself. Your stepsister already has her prepared food, as she does every morning. “Hello, did you hear me?”

“I didn’t think you’d care,” you say with a shrug. “I’m sure Lacey has something more important going on. You should focus on her, just like every day. My things are less important.”

Your mother stares at you. For almost two years, you stopped complaining or arguing. You just gave up on holding onto a relationship she destroyed years ago.

“I’m your mother!” She snaps at you, disappointment written all over her face.

“Oh,” you say, looking at her like she grew a second head. “I didn’t know I still had a mother. You know, everyone at school believes you died three years ago.”

“What?” Your mother looks hurt when she asks, “Did you tell them so?”

“I didn’t have to,” you reply, your voice even. “The moment you stopped coming to events, to pick me up from school, or to simply care, everyone assumed you must’ve died.”

She stammers, but you have no time for her drama. “I’m still your mother.”

You sigh deeply. She will once again promise to show, only to forget about you the moment Lacey comes up with another emergency.

“If you want to come, you can. If not…” You shrug. “It doesn’t really matter to me anymore. If you don’t keep your hopes high, you won’t get disappointed.”

Your stepfather watches you walk out of the kitchen with sad eyes. He tried everything to make the blended family work. It was your mother who abandoned you to favor his daughter.

“I told you your behavior will fire back. Now your daughter doesn’t even want you to come to her school play. How could you not know about her interests?”

“Dad,” Lacey groans. “She’s just being dramatic. The lead role is nothing special. I could’ve gotten the role too if I wanted to.”

“You don’t even like the theater, Lacey. Please don't make everything about you all the time. That’s the reason your stepsister refuses to spend time with you, and her own mother!”

Lacey flinches at her father’s outburst. Lately, he’s been in a bad mood whenever they exclude you. He just doesn't know how to make your mother see that she's losing her daughter.

“Do you honestly believe I don’t know you, once again, excluded Y/N from your mother-daughter bonding time at the spa?” He raises his voice, now directing his anger at your mother. “You told me Y/N was coming too, only for me to see her working another shift at the diner. She didn’t even know about the spa.”

“She doesn’t like spending time at the spa,” Lacey lies through her teeth. She knows you begged your mother to spend time with you at the spa. You even offered to pay for it with the money you saved up.

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” your stepfather hisses. “You are grounded for two months!”

“Dad!”

“Y/SF/N!” Your mother gasps. All her plans involving Lacey just went down the drain. Including movie night on the weekend. “You can’t do this!”

“You’re lucky I can’t ground you too,” he says, anger in his voice. “Your daughter bends backwards to appease you and to earn the tiniest of attention from you. All you did was ignore your own flesh and blood!”

“Daddy, you should be on my side,” Lacey presses a few tears out. “She’s your stepdaughter, not your daughter!”

“No. I shouldn’t. Someone must be on Y/N’s side because the two of you give a shit about her feelings and well-being. I’m going to take her on a trip to New York next month. John and I want to talk about expanding with Singer. I originally wanted to take all of you, but you two don't deserve nice things.”

“Darling, you promised to take me and Lacey shopping in New York City! I already told all our friends about it.”

“I promised to bring my family to the trip, just like John. Right now, I’m ashamed to call you my wife, and Lacey, my daughter. You do not deserve to come with me after repeatedly abandoning your own daughter for three years,” your stepfather says, leaving no room for argument. “My decision is final.”

The day of the play didn’t bring a surprise. As usual, your mother didn’t show. Lacey threw another tantrum, and your mother was all too eager to go on a shopping spree with her stepdaughter instead of attending your play to watch you play Juliet.

“Something wrong, Sweetheart?” Dean Winchester, the heartthrob of your school and son of your stepfather’s business partner, asked. “You did great. It almost made me like Hamlet.”

“I kissed your brother,” you point out, earning a huff from Dean.

“Yeah, no. That was a staged kiss,” he argues, stepping even closer to hand you a single red rose. “Come on. What’s wrong?”

“She didn’t show,” Sam murmurs from behind his brother.

“She?” Dean cocks his head to look at his brother.

“My mother,” you finally say. “I didn’t expect her to show, Sam. It’s fine. I assume Lacey had something more important going on today.”

“Lacey?” Dean wonders aloud. “That annoying girl asking me to drive her home all the damn time? She's the worst.”

“Exactly,” his brother confirms. “You'd better stay away from her.”

“She’s not my type,” Dean says, handing you the rose. “Let me drive you home, Sweetheart. Let me invite you for ice cream too.”

“You don’t have to pretend to care, okay,” you sniff, and look away. “I’m used to being ignored since Lacey showed up. My mother acts as if I’m the stepdaughter. I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“You did nothing wrong,” your stepfather angrily says. “Your mother is the one to blame. I told her more than once to stop favoring my daughter.” He looks down at you, giving you a sad smile. “I know this won’t make up for the pain I brought upon you by marrying your mother, but I’ll take only you to New York City next month.”

“She’s coming with us?” Dean grins from ear to ear. “Awesome! We can share a room, have a sleepover, and eat pie. Oh, and I know where to get the best pizza in New York! Leave everything to me.”

“Y/SF/N, I appreciate what you try to do, but I won’t hear the end of it if you don’t take Lacey and my mother to New York City. I can stay behind. I’m used to it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Y/N,” your stepfather sighs when you turn to walk away. “They have to learn actions have consequences.”

“This won’t make my mother love me,” you choke on the words when looking at your stepfather. “She doesn’t like me at all. Why? I can’t tell. All I know is that she stopped caring for me since Lacey walked into our home. Maybe she was simply waiting for someone better to show up.”

You run away, leaving your stepfather, Sam, and Dean behind.

“Sonofabitch!” Dean curses loudly. “What’s wrong with her mother? How can she abandon her daughter over someone else’s daughter?”

“I’d understand if Lacey lost her mom,” your stepfather says. “But Caroline is still in the picture, and a great mom. There’s no reason for Y/M/N to act like this.”

“She’s a cunt then,” Dean says before storming off. He runs after you, calling your name.

“I’m sorry, Sir. My brother is…” Sam tries, but your stepfather shakes his head.

“He’s not wrong, Sam. My wife turned out to be a cunt…”

A/N: It’s ch 1! I have a feeling most of these will be a bit short, but hopefully we still have fun with this story ^_^

“And that’s five! 5,000, do I have 5,500? 5,000 going once! 5,000 going twice! Annnd sold for 5,000! Thank you very much, madame, this gorgeous little lemur is yours!”

Handlers walked back onto the catwalk stage to lead the shaking creature off behind the flowing velvet curtains as Alastor scanned the crowd below for the winner. A blushing butterfly alpha shook hands with the bull congratulating her, the insignia on her paddle glowing as the sale was made.

“Next we have this gorgeous little vixen! She will require a more experienced alpha, but with a firm hand and a bit of training, she will make the perfect addition to your household!”

Alastor’s ears perked as handlers brought out the bored demoness. She kept her eyes lowered, refusing to look at the crowd of alphas surrounding her stage- whether from fear or rage, he was uncertain. He’d expected her to come out fighting, given that fire in her gaze, but most of the omegas were despondent once up on that stage. The idea of being in their place, naked and completely vulnerable to the crowd of snarling alphas- the very thought was shiver inducing. As the auctioneer began his spiel, Alastor observed, waiting for the last minute so as not to stir up too much competition.

“Do I hear 500 for a starting bid? 500, how about 550- 550, 600?”

Slowly but surely the number rose, a bit of competitive grandstanding breaking out and fizzling down at around 3,000 when he placed his own bid.

“3,500! Do we have 3,550? 3,500 going once- 3,550! 36? Do I have 36? Yes, sir, 3,600!”

“Ten thousand!”

“Ten thousand! Thank you sir! I have ten thousand-“

Now who in the- oh, never mind. He should have known…

Vox’s screen glowed bright as he sneered across the room at him, Valentino at his side swooning.

Smile widening and glowing, Alastor countered with an easy, calm “20.”

“Twenty thousand! Do I have-“

“30!”

He’d been hoping to avoid getting into a bidding war, but now as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs nonchalantly, the sinister delight at the opportunity to put Vox in his place was well worth whatever sum he landed on. The picture box had accumulated quite a fortune over the years, but he had a good few decades on him to gain his demonic wealth. Let the alpha drive the price; it would only make Alastor’s victory all the sweeter.

“100!”

Valentino looked as though he were about to sexually peak- a very real possibility for the perverted moth. Vox stood defiant and panting as Alastor leaned his cheek on his knuckles and countered yet again. It was too easy to rile the other demon!

“5! 500,000!”

“Incredible sir! I have five-“

“600,” Alastor gave his singsong reply, cocking his head as Vox’s screen flickered and flashed in alpha rage.

“Six hundred thousand! Do I have a counter, sir? 600,000 going once!”

Vox clenched his teeth as Velvette muted his speakers and a panting Valentino hid the bidding paddle. Oh, how utterly delightful!

“600,000 going twice!”

The alpha finally seated himself with a pout when the auctioneer declared Alastor the winner, and he reveled in the snub as he turned his gaze from his glowing paddle down to the stoic prize.

“Thank you very much, sir! This beautiful little fox is yours!”

The vixen never once lifted her eyes, not even to see who her new alpha would be. Her ears pinned as she walked calmly back behind the curtain to await her fate, tail waving gently with the sway of her hips. The next omega was near carried out on shaking legs, and the auctioneer continued the show.

Thankfully the auction itself didn’t take too horribly long, most omegas selling rather quickly. He knew the room would be swimming with pheromones, with the way the demons in the room drooled and watched each offering, but his own demonic senses (even with the added cervid attributes) only scented the heavy sweat, excitement and fear on the air.

Usually he enjoyed the heady aroma of fear, however this wasn’t his idea of good sport. He much preferred a well-matched challenge- a good fight and subsequent torture on the airwaves was his idea of a good time.

These poor shmucks, however. Well, some of them might have a decent enough time ahead of them. He doubted it though.

As the last omega was dragged offstage, he sank into his shadows with a sharp, glowing yellow grin to Vox and swam through darkness to pick up his newest pet. Forming at the pickup zone, he exchanged his bidding paddle for a small purple cube.

“Please keep your omega in her kennel until you’ve left the building. If you have any others already, please keep her in a separate room until you have her fully trained. This one is aggressive. I can’t say with confidence she won’t hurt others if given the chance.”

Ah. A dimensional cage, no larger than a die- so that’s how they trafficked their inventory. Interesting.

He made his way home in a flash, heels clicking against the hardwood of the foyer as he stepped out of shadows. Holding the small cube out, he stretched his senses and felt for the dimensional lock. The mechanism snapped, and the cube glowed as the demon within was released.

A bright orb separated to hover in front of him, growing and forming shape before finally the vixen stood before him. She made no move to run, carefully lifting her gaze to examine her surroundings, nose flaring as she scented the air.

That was when her eyes widened, and she looked directly at him.

“You’re not an alpha,” she said, not exactly accusatory, but not exactly friendly either.

Alastor’s grin widened as he answered, “An astute observation, Vixen. I manifested as a beta.”

The demoness frowned, brows knitting as she worked to understand her current situation. “Why have you bought me?”

“Ah, that is simple, my dear! I wish to liberate you!”

Ruby hearts widened as the demoness loosened her features.

“What?”

“Yes indeedy!” He nodded fervently, twirling his cane between his fingers as he built up his proposal. “There’s so much more to the afterlife- I’d like to offer you a deal, my dear.”

The vixen’s gaze turned skeptical and guarded once more, but he kept speaking.

“Never again will your presentation be taken advantage of, never again will anyone, alpha or otherwise, demand your sexual servitude- I will personally guarantee this,” he continued, walking around the cautious demon.

She rose a skeptical brow, eyes following his movement. “And in exchange you want my soul,” she countered, a scoff sounding away the thought.

“You are quick, aren’t you?” He teased, leaning forward to hold his hand out.

“And why would you think I would give it to you? You say you wish to liberate me, yet you offer total ownership?”

Wrath flashed in her eyes as she stood against him. “At least under an omega claim, I still have my soul. I will never give up my autonomy. My soul is mine, no matter what you try to do or offer.”

Well… This may be a bit more challenging than he originally thought.

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End of ch. 1

Next time: Alastor has some plans for you. 😈

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The night passes in a blur, and you spend it entirely clutched at Vox’s side. You even manage to meet the other Vees, and accomplished the rare feat of making them laugh at your jokes.

“So, who are you anyway?” Vox asks. The two of you are sat outside on a balcony, and you wish it was private, but it isn’t.

“A Sinner,” you say. He can’t know. A CEO would want someone on his level. Not a… Well, you were practically a scullery maid.

Vox laughs. “Obviously. Come on. Trust me.” Something fizzles in one of his eyes, and you think it might be his hypnosis abilities subconsciously flaring up. Thankfully, you keep your gaze averted so you’re unaffected.

“Fine. I can tell you we’ve never met.”

“Again, obvious,” Vox states. “You are someone worth remembering.” Your face flushes crimson. Okay, maybe you’d gained a crush from your stepmother’s posters of him, but you hadn’t come expecting him to notice you. You just wanted a night away from being a servant in your own home.

“So can I get your name?” Vox asks.

You pause. Would Katie put two and two together? You didn’t want to risk it. It was bad enough her talking to Tom Trench near you.

“My name…” you say. “What’s in a name? If we all change it when we come down here, it can’t be that useful.”

“You’re good at deflection,” Vox notes. “You’d make an excellent director at VoxTek.” That would be a position - no, multiple positions - above your stepmother. So would being Vox’s lover.

But Vox wouldn’t be caught dead with a maid and you know that. He thinks you’re some employee he’s never seen around. That he can just track you down after this.

“That’s silly,” you say.

“So’s avoiding an Overlord’s question,” he counters. “Look, just tell me your name. I wanna speak to you again. You’re not fake like everyone in there.”

But you are. You’re faking more than anyone else.

“Okay, okay.” Your first name can’t give him any information. You’re wearing a mask. He won’t even know.

“My name-” The clock strikes midnight.

Your blood runs cold. Midnight is the time your stepmother said she’d leave the party to prepare for her early morning news. Shit. And she’ll be expecting you to be there to take her jacket. Shit. Shit, shit.

“I’m sorry!” you blurt out, practically throwing yourself off the bench. Vox tilts his screen as you scramble away.

“You, uh, you good?”

“Fine!” you lie. “Just gotta go. Bye now!”

Vox moves to grab your arm but you’re far nimbler than he is.

You’ve almost made it halfway down Vee Tower stairs, but it’s hard when every screen on the way down is overtaken by Vox yelling for you to come back and for someone to get you. You’re pretty sure some of the people sucking up to him are in pursuit of you.

Then your shoe breaks.

“Ow! What the fuck?” Curse your friends not being able to find proper footwear!

Agitatedly, you kick off the shoe and shove open the tower doors. One of your imp friends is waiting for you in the car and he stares at you and then pales at the security guards chasing you.

“What did you do exactly?”

You leap into the car and slam the door. “Drive! Drive now!” Thank god Hell doesn’t allow speed limits as you two book it out of there.

Vox stands at the bottom of the tower a few minutes later. He couldn’t have gone crazy, had he? No, you’d spoken to the others so you couldn’t be a figment of his imagination. Then why had you left without a trace? And without even telling him your name? God damn it, he’d liked you.

Something glints in the corner and Vox snaps his head around. Huh. You left one of your shoes.

He awkwardly kneels down and picks it up. Glass. Definitely you.

“Voxy? Come on, you’re missing the party. Angel Cakes is putting on a wonderful show.” Vox ignores Val, and the moth demon comes closer. “Ah, the runaway. Can’t be helped. Probably some low ranker who snuck in. Might’ve been one of mine or Velvette’s.”

No. You couldn’t have been. You had too much confidence for that. So did that mean you weren’t a Vee employee? Then - then Vox couldn’t find you. And, oh, he wanted to find you. He so badly loved a chase.

Vox clears his throat. “Val?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re making a broadcast tonight. We’re finding that girl. Whoever finds the girl that fits this shoe gets a million - no, two million. We’re fucking finding her.”

And Vox isn’t going to let you go again.

Miles away, you hide the dress and the other shoe under your floorboards. No one has to know. No one can ever know.

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