Ashes to Ashes

Aries pulled back with a smirk, rubbing his lips together “I don’t ask, I take and anticipate.” he replied and snorted “Unless I’m feeling a little kinky.” he admitted with a small shrug, before kissing the wolf again softly “If you wanted one though, I’d of asked you to beg.” Aries teased.

Glenn’s arms moved to wrap themselves around the vampire’s neck as he kissed him again, and he smirked against the other’s lips. “Doesn’t seem like I need to ask if you’re just going to take,” he teased. “So, what are you planning on doing? Going home? Going to your cave in the hell hole?”

Nicolette’s eyebrow arched. As if she would fucking know. She’d minded her own fucking business, not engaging in whatever petty shit the rulers had come up with again – and now, she was getting reprimanded for it and punished? Well fuck their trail of thought. “I don’t know, you’re the master, whatever floats your bloody boat, I guess.”

Glenn rolled his eyes at her attitude. Surely there was a Master that would have been more suited to this she-wolf than himself. Usually, Glenn enjoyed the company of other wolves, but she was a slave -- and therefore beneath him. He didn’t make friends with slaves. “I need to ask Seth what kind of joke this is. I have no use for you. Not only are you a wolf slave, which are infinitely less interesting to torture, but you are a woman so I can’t even fuck you. And  you have a personality that does not even make you useful as a temporary maid.”

Cute. Nothing about this was cute. Feeling Glenn’s lips press to his cheek, Sam instinctually pulled away, moving away from him on the couch. He wasn’t used to that sort of affection from strangers. Regardless of how handsome they were. Maybe he shouldn’t have moved away but he couldn’t help it. But maybe it had been the safe play considering the guy hated humans. Though the explanation was exactly what he’d been anticipating to hear, it still gave him the chills. This place truly was deprived and grotesque. The hunter’s hands tightened into fists as he tried to stay still despite his first instinct was to fight. Rendered speechless, his mind was suddenly going a mile a minute and he could barely think straight.

He nearly cackled as the other moved away from him. Crossing his legs, he leaned back onto the couch and stared up as his ceiling. “As a warning, you probably should learn to control your heartbeat. A lot of us are in tune.” At least the vampires and wolves were. The witches were just sparkly humans in his mind. “You should also get used to rentals. They’re your way out of those cells.”

Other hunters were here? Not wanting to sound stupid, Sam didn’t answer. Having not been there long, he hadn’t exactly gotten a chance to talk to anyone on his floor as of yet. Was he even allowed to? The hunter had to admit, was a little surprised there was a specific floor for people like him. Maybe he shouldn’t have been though. Their line of work was dangerous and he could imagine why they would be brought to a place like this. “I suppose so.” The master’s question threw him off and Sam felt his cheeks darken slightly with a blush. “Yes.”

Glenn leaned in close to Sam and smirked. “That’s so cute,” he cooed as he pressed a kiss to the other’s cheek. “I suppose I’ll be nice today and tell you how things usually go. You should be happy. I have a reputation for being anything but nice, because I hate humans like you.” He could play with them and maybe he’d grown a fondness for one or two before, but he was usually brutal. “People will rent you for work, sex, to release their anger on. As you are a hunter, the last one will be common, but I suppose you expect that. You don’t get to take lives without it eventually coming back to bite you in the ass.” Maybe. Glenn hadn’t been punished yet.

Sam knew he shouldn’t have been surprised when the other man already knew what he was. It made sense that his captors knew more about him than he did about them. The hunter was at a terrible disadvantage not knowing where he was or who anyone was. It was a morbid guessing game of which creature he was with. Requested one? The fact that there seemed to be others was oddly comforting. One of Sam’s brows arched as Glenn patted the couch next to him. He’d ignored the quip about it being funny. It was obviously meant to provoke him and it wasn’t going to work. The hunter wasn’t entirely sure what sort of claws and fangs would pop out if he did back-sass him. Deciding to be compliant, Sam dared to take a seat next to him, the ball of anxiety settling in his stomach like a rock. No sense in spoiling the Master’s supposed ‘good mood’. As fucked up as it was, maybe if he just tried to let go and enjoy himself he could get through this whole thing easier. At least he could try to have the illusion of control that way. “Alright Glenn,” Sam took in the master’s features which unfortunately, weren’t all that bad to look at. “How’s this going to go?”

“You haven’t realized your entire floor is full of hunters?” he asked, noting the other’s surprised when mentioning that he already knew, that there were more. Glenn was still contemplating how he wanted this night to go. The wolf’s mood was known to change rapidly, regardless of whether or not Sam was a good boy -- but the hunter didn’t need to know that. “I don’t know. Depends on you, doesn’t it? Is this your first rental?” It was easier to have people experienced with the system, but it was also always a joy to terrify those new to it.

“oh so your barely suppressed crazy traits come from them?” isaac didn’t blame them entirely though. werewolves hope for pristine offspring, and the master before him just hadn’t been living up to their expectations. “you know i hunted and shit but i never thought it was fun. it was just something to do to make my parents happy with me.” since they hated him for being strange. “over the years though it became more of doing it to keep people safe i guess.”

This is not how he had wanted his night to go. Fuck. Sam grit his teeth when he felt himself being pulled roughly toward the master. To stop himself from nearly colliding with him, he put his arm between them, pushing on Glenn’s chest. “I don’t have a relationship with her.” Talking about Lillian was still a sore spot for him and it was obvious. But it was hard to hide such a fresh wound. “Speaking of touchy,” Sam glanced at the grip on his arm before locking eyes with the wolf. “Your obsession with who I know is coming off as rather desperate…”

“I’m amusing myself, you’re trying to change the subject.” He shoved Sam rather harshly. “You bore me now, little hunter. You’re lucky I don’t eat you where you stand. And not in the fun way either.” The wolf was not shy about his...peculiar habits of eating humans. It’d earned him quite the reputation.

“No, it doesn’t matter.” Sam stopped when the master took hold of his wrist. As badly as he wanted to tug away, the hunter knew he’d better not push his luck unless he wanted to get dragged away someplace for a punishment. He could bear Glenn a bit more couldn’t he? “Why do you care?”

“Why do I care?” he repeated. “I don’t think care is the right word here because I honestly don’t care about anything. I simply want to make you squirm as you tell me your relationship with her.” He yanked the other by the wrist so that he’d come closer. “You seem awfully touchy about her when you seemingly wish to claim she’s just another stupid wolf that’s interested in a hunter.”

“What can I say,” The hunter remarked dryly. “You wolves can’t seem to get enough of me.” Sam said over his shoulder as he walked. “And do I honestly look like I care what you think of her?”

Maybe he was just being nosy, maybe he didn’t like a little slave thinking he could dismiss a Master. Either way, he angrily reached out and gripped the other’s wrist. “Defensive, aren’t you? Why? And why do you think you just get to wander away? You’re here to do whatever I want.”

“Thanks for imparting that wisdom on me.” Too bad he didn’t get it a week ago before this nightmare happened. “Though I don’t particularly have a choice on who I get to be involved with, do I?”

“Well, she must be relatively attached to you to ruin that pretty little face of hers. Hard to attract people when your front tooth is missing,” he replied with a shrug. “I suppose I can’t blame you for being involved. She’s quite the goody little two shoes despite her job.” The distaste was clear in his voice. “I find her rather reprehensible and barely deserving of being a wolf.”

Sam did not have time to stand around and entertain Glenn of all people. It was getting late and he still had to find a place he could juggle fire. Trying to move pas the wolf that was slowly trying to both literally and figuratively corner him, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Then it shouldn’t be a problem for a big, smart wolf life yourself to go and find out who it is.”

Glenn was this close to breaking the other’s arm. Leaning in, he sniffed at the other’s pocket -- refusing to touch some random person’s tooth. Instantly, his nose wrinkled in disgust. “Are you stupid? I already knew that wolf was, but you’re even dumber for getting involved with them.”

While it was interesting that Glenn didn’t recognize the scent, Sam took the time to consider himself lucky. It seemed the island was big enough for masters not to know each other. Though maybe he already knew and this was some stupid game the master was playing to make him sweat. The hunter let out a huff of frustration. “You won’t believe me even if I tell you.”

Glenn wasn’t even attempting to figure it out. It was more fun to try and force the answer out of Sam. Cornering slaves into giving out information they preferred not to was so much more fun. “And why wouldn’t I believe you? There are a lot of sappy wolves in this city.” He loved his species, but he was also aware that they had a tendency to make strong bonds. If one made a strong bond with a hunter? Well, it’d be peculiar, but not out of the question.

“You know what it is.” Sam knew Glenn wasn’t stupid. He knew what wolves were capable of smelling and how acute their senses are. While he didn’t necessarily trust Glenn, what choice did he have? There was no way he wanted to be anywhere near the alpha right now. “Fine.” Sam clenched his jaw as Glenn began poking at him. Though he wanted to swat at his hand, he knew better and didn’t want to end up with a broken hand. “They gave it to me.”

On the plus side, at least this human wasn’t completely stupid. If he’d continued trying to lie to Glenn, he would have made the punishment much worse than just turning him into the Alpha. “What stupid wolf would give you their tooth? It might grow back, but it’s certainly ugly and it hurts. And not the fun kind of pain either.” Glenn would never mar his face for some slave.

Shit. Had he really been found out already? He’d just gotten the damn thing from Lillian. Hopeful Glenn hadn’t bothered or wouldn’t be bothered to take a list of tasks for the masters he tried to think of an excuse and attempted to keep his heart rate steady. It wouldn’t be easy thinking of something on the spot considering he couldn’t exactly lie about what he had in his pocket after it he’d smelled it. But Sam didn’t want anyone to know about his past with Lillian, especially not someone like Glenn who would more than likely use it against him. “I found it.” He answered cooly. “I’m trying to find who it belongs to. I might get a reward.”

Glenn laughed as the other began to get nervous. He poked at the other’s chest rather aggressively. “You found it? What is it? Is it a tooth? My paper says I’m supposed to look for something like that,” he yawned. It was clear he wasn’t interested in playing along. “I’m not interested in playing the game unless you lie to me with such a stupid excuse. Our teeth don’t randomly fall out. Nor would handing it back to them help them at all.”