#;reid

The soaked individual glances over at the voice of another, tipping his head while coming eye to eye with a small blonde. Lights from inside the convenience store flash against red tinted hues, “Oh uh--- yeah that’s probably a smart idea....” He angles his body toward her, reaching in his back pocket to grab his wallet. 

NB: Reid is heterosexual and sexually dominant. He is also not in any way opposed to violence. Please know that if your muse chooses to struggle, he will take measures to subdue her. His bio page is more or less useless in this case, since this is very AU. 

FC: Ryan Guzman.

Possible Triggers: physical abuse, blood play, mental abuse, slavery, cnc, rape (if you don’t write rape, just lmk and I’ll adjust to accommodate) 

OPEN STARTER. He’d never liked the smell of the place. It reeked of... humanity. How the guards managed to make it through a whole day steeped in it, he’d never know. He would readily admit he’d never been particularly moved to inspect the basement where the slaves were kept until purchase, but he imagined the cells were where the stench originated. The auction hall was pristine at least; the auction master knew well enough that his elite clientele expected nothing less. It was where Reid Capello-King now stood, beside his seated sister, waiting for the wares to be brought forward. He was only there for her sake, and truth be told he’d rather be doing almost anything else. Unlike his sister, who liked her meals served on a platter, Reid enjoyed the hunt.

The next hour or so passed uneventfully. Slaves were presented, bid on, and eventually sold off to a new Master or Mistress. His sister Ariel chose two new playthings for herself; beautiful but demure creatures. He was tempted to yawn in order to display his boredom - until the presentation of the evening’s finale; a rebel. She was yanked into the stage, wrists and ankles chained to restrict her movement - but... that glare in her eyes. He knew instantly that, given the chance, she’d jam a stake into the heart of every single vampire there. There was a murmur among the audience as the auction master detailed her capture and enslavement, but Reid was only half listening, his eyes locked on her stubborn features. A wry smile took form on his own, and for the first time in his life, he lifted his hand when the auction began, throwing himself into a fervent bidding war. For a while, it seemed as though there’d be no end to it. Eventually, one gave up, and upon a look from Ariel, so did the other. Reid didn’t speak, but he did shoot his new $335,000 purchase a smile as she was dragged from the stage. Only then did Ariel open her mouth to speak, rising from her seat. “I hope you know what you’re doing with that one,” she said quietly, her cold, intelligent gaze moving over the crowd for a moment. Reid chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah? So do I.” Ariel smiled, shaking her head at him before taking his arm. 

The slave was delivered the next evening, bathed and dressed in clean clothes - still chained by her wrists and ankles. She and the two guards who accompanied her were let into the house by a female vampire just as Reid descended the stairs in the foyer, his pace humanly slow, eyes instantly locked on the human. “I’ll take it from here,” he addressed the guards, wry smile surfacing. The guards eyed each other for a moment, then handed a key to the female vampire and turned to take their leave. “Do you have a name?” Reid questioned the rebel as the door closed behind her guards and he stepped into her personal space. “Or should I stick with calling you slave?”

 She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. She wasn’t used to even being in the same vicinity as things as lovely as the necklace that he’d sent to her. Ginger had grown up with very little. Her beginnings had been modest and full of a lot of work on her end, even as a child. Of course, her parents had ways of getting money, but they’d never used them. They’d always chosen to make their living honestly, not taking advantage of the gifts that they had to further themselves in life. That some work ethic had been instilled in their daughter. A full time student, she still worked as many hours as she possibly could to pay for her tiny apartment and keep food in it. Her life wasn’t full of things that glittered. Everything about the girl was humble, but that didn’t mean that she was about to take any shortcuts.

         “I don’t…” she shook her head again and looked down at the box on the table before looking down at her feet. “I don’t h-have anywhere to, um, to wear it…o-or anything to wear it with.” She couldn’t just casually wear it to class. She didn’t trust that something wouldn’t happen to it if she wore it to work, and it wasn’t like she went anywhere else. Every waking moment, she was working hard. Whether she was studying for her full course load, or waiting tables until four in the morning, Ginger didn’t know how to relax or slack off. There would be time for relaxation and a social life once she’d gotten her feet under her and established her career. Until then, she just had to put her head down and power through it. She was good at that, and she was going to power through this, too. “I haven’t done anything to- you have to kn-n-now someone more deserving of this than…than me, or at least someone who’ll m-make s-sure it sees the light of day. It’s too beautif-ful to just sit in the box.”

Reid smiled to himself, as though he knew some secret he wasn’t yet sharing with her. She was endearing in a way that wouldn’t usually appeal to him. In fact, she was rather far from his usual type, apart from her obvious surface beauty. His girls usually knew they were gorgeous, but he would admit to having a thing for the good girl image. With the women he took to as a rule, however, that image was exactly that - a mere image. Not exactly anything that held up as an identifier. Usually he liked that about them. Ginger was nothing like that - at least from what he’d gathered. 

“If those are your only problems, I wouldn’t worry.” He stood from his seat, slow enough not to spook her with the movement, and picked up the jewellery box. Then he smiled at her. “I’ll have solved both problems for you by the end of the week,” he paused for a moment, making sure to meet her eyes as he playfully added; “- if you let me.” All he really needed was to hit up his sister, get an invite to some upcoming ball or another. Then get Ginger an appropriate outfit. Easy peasy. Well... sort of, anyway. Might cost him a pretty penny or two. 

One little mistake. One little slip of her foot and a fall that she had not expected - it was all that it took to bring the brunette to this situation. To bring a hunter to her knees. Or at least they thought they would. Anna knew better than to show any sign of her weakness to the vampires that caught her. She had not made a sound of pain as they dragged her away from her freedom, as their rough, cold, stone-hard hands bruised her skin and pressed against the broken bones of her ribcage. Fighting off immortal beings was no easy tasks, usually left the humans with quite a lot of damage done to their bodies - but they could not give up. Not now. Not ever.

And so, even as the cold ones brought her to their cellars, as they threw her into the cold, dark holding room - she did not complain, did not cry, did not wail or beg for mercy. She just sat there in the darkness, leaning against the cold wall as she waited and waited, not once catching a blink of sleep. She knew better than to do that. To fall asleep in an enemy’s lair? —- SUICIDE.

The young woman snarled and trashed in their arms as they reached for her once more. This time though, they brought chains with them. SMART. She wouldn’t have gone willingly anywhere. She still growled and glared at the pale creatures as they displayed her on the podium, making her scoff in disgust as she realised just what was going on. She was to be sold as a slave. Good riddance to the poor soul who would dare to buy her.

Anna did not lessen her glare. Not when she was forced into a bath, not when her hair was brushed and when she was put into pretty clothes - anything to please her new master. The brunette shook her head in distaste the entire time. How fast did it happen that her freedom had been snatched away, that she was forced into slavery.

The woman did not speak as she was lead into her new master’s house, no matter how beautiful the design of the house was, she could not marvel at its wonders. Not when her life was crumbling beneath her feet. She smirked coldly though as the guards hesitated to give away the key and leave her alone with the other vampire, already knowing what she could do - the pain she could inflict with only a few seconds of freedom from the cuffs.

“Anna.” The brunette replied simply, looking away from the man, green eyes slowly scoping out the room, trying to find a way of escaping, plans forming in her head “I am not a slave.”

Reid didn't take his eyes off of the feisty human for a second. The guards were observed through his peripheral vision, but he didn't give any indication that their silent exchange had any effect on him. His lips did twitch with amusement at the smile that surfaced on her lips however. Cute.

As the guards left, the female vampire turned the key over in her hands, but she remained in place, waiting for Reid to make a move. She knew her employer well enough to know never to make assumptions where his actions were concerned. Even after a century in his service, he could still surprise her. Her green hues looked to the huntress curiously; she knew very well that Reid had never before purchased a slave at the auction.

Reid's eyes moved over his purchase as she spoke, a chuckle leaving him. "Oh, well then... my mistake. I could have sworn I just bought you at the slave auction." Tone playful, he took one step backwards to regard her for another second. "But don't worry. Since you were kind enough to give me your name, I'll be kind enough to use it." One of few kindnesses she'd experience in her time with him. He smiled wide enough to expose the tips of his fangs. "I'm Reid."

For the first time since she'd arrived, he took his eyes off of Anna to look at the female vampire. "Selene, some food for Anna." She pursed her lips for a moment, then handed the key off to Reid and left the room. Reid turned back to Anna with another smile. "Selene's not a big fan of hunters." He explained amiably, as though he and his employee owed Anna any sort of kind treatment.

Reid: I just gave your number to this guy at the bar

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