Im gonna love you till it hurts

Hazel Adams

With
Ivan Markovic


Rebecca Stewart

With
Vincent Beauchene

It was the start of another auction day. A new batch of humans was in to sell as slaves. Ivan dressed in a day suit as he drove to the auction warehouse. He was meeting his best friend, Vincent, there, the two were going to buy a shave or two today. He knew Vincent used his slave for anything, but he just needs someone around to clean the house. Ivan was the youngest, rich vampire in the country. His father had started a multi-billion dollar company, and when he was killed, Ivan got to take over. He was a young business man and everyone knew who he was. As he entered the bidding area, Ivan took a seat up front. He wanted to be able to see what he was bidding on. Saving the seat besides him for Vincent. Ivan reeked of wealth and power, the way he looked and held himself showed it all. He looked over at Vincent when he came. "Need another one?" He tease, giving his best friend a toothy grin. Ivan knew why Vincent went through slaves so quickly. But he wouldn't say anything. It wasn't his slaves. He hoped that he could somehow convince his friend to be nicer to this one, and not kill it.

Rebecca sat in the third cage to the right. She was only wearing black shorts and a white tank top. She sat in the far corner and shook. Rebecca was terrified. The vampires had killed her family and taken her to be sold. She had only heart stories about what the vampires did to their slaves. And she was worried she would get one who'd hurt or kill her. She watched as the group started to make their way in. Many of them were rich business men or women. But there was a few stragglers.

(Sorry about the short start)

Vincent was no stranger to the auction house. In fact, this would be the fourth visit of the year. Vincent, more commonly known as "Beau" to the few who knew him, had a reputation for his particularly sinister aura. Many feared him simply because of this, and he relished in it. He adored the feeling of power, and what better way to exert power than to do it through slaves. His eyebrow cocked at the remark of Ivan, and a small smirk creeped onto his expression.
"So it would seem," he began, turning to the auction cages. "Fragile creatures, aren't they?" this time he spoke quieter, with a slightly darker undertone. He longed to be entertained, and the slaves were beginning to turn out to be too similar to eachother. Vincent had grown too easily bored of them. And, for a vampire of his class, slaves were expendable. Vincent was a Lord of sorts, and the youngest of his siblings. Perhaps he had developed a power complex from being the youngest. "And you? Too lazy to dust the bookshelves?" He laughed lightly.

His eyes flicked across cages as he stood from a distance. He heard the all too familiar sound of crying, and begging. He felt nothing towards it, no pity, no sympathy. And in a sudden eye movement, his gaze locked on to one particular cage. The girl within seemed to make no noise, and sat almost out of sight. For a reason he couldn't fathom, he felt a strange feeling of intrigue towards this particular item.
"I wonder..." he murmured to himself, digressing from Ivan and making a slow walk towards the cage of interest. He peered into it with a stone stare, willing eye contact from the girl within.

Hazel was exhausted from her own fear. She inhaled deeply with every breath, leaning against the side of her cage, no longer feeling the will to lift her own body. Her eyes stung from dry tears, and she no longer responded to the stares of those who walked past her exhibition. The tops of her arms and back were bruised and scratched from the struggle the day before. Her parents had given her away as a bargain for their own lives, and she had been dragged from her home. She wore only a large white t-shirt, which was just enough for her to keep her dignity. Her own clothes had been taken from her, as had all of her possessions. She didn't know where she would be going, or whether she would be alive by the end of the night.

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Ivan rolled his eyes at Vincent. "You get what you want, I get what I want." He remarked. Ivan stood to follow his friend, adjusting his tie a bit and walking slowly. "I need someone to take care of the mansion, I'm a rich bacholer. That house could be home to over fifty people. You think with my wealth I'm going to clean it myself?" He remarked, laughing at the though. Ivan had better things to do. Those included making money, and building his political and business power. He and Vincent were a better known pair than any celebrity couple. The reason being how rich and powerful both were, all the while being bachelors. Ivan always was the one to point out he was the richer of the two, but Vincent had more power, so to speak, simply because he was much more intimidating and sadistic. "You like this one?" He whispered to his friend, grinning slightly. "Be nice, Vincent. Maybe I'll buy it for you." He said and gave his friend a stupid grin. He walked over to Hazel's cage and grinned. "Hey there."

Rebecca felt the glare from Vincent on her, she turned over, looking up at him. She could feel the aggression and sense the power dripping from him. It was very intimidating. But she thought Maybe if I give him eye contact he will be astonished and leave. She looked Vincent in the eyes, her face remained emotionless, she wasn't sure what emotion to give. She couldn't smile, or seem scared. But as she did, she got a bit embarrassed, a small smile forming on her lips.

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Vincent grinned, his brows furrowing in humorous disapproval. "I don't need your money, and I don't need to be nice, but thank you." He turned his vision back to Rebecca. He watched her expression change, and when she smiled out of instinct, a flash of humor appeared on his expression, and a light chuckle could be heard under his breath. That's a first, he thought, a small smirk remaining. How interesting.
"This one." he stated, turning to the auction master and nodding. The auction master called for an immediate removal, and money was handed over. He chuckled to himself again and looked across to Ivan, "You can expect a happier Lord Beauchene, for a while." he remarked. His nickname "Beau" was particularly unfitting for a person of his character, in that it certainly did not suit his dark intentions.

Hazel's mind had been phased out for so long, that she did not notice when her cage was approached. Upon hearing a voice directed at her, she jumped in fight, suddenly being pulled back to reality. She looked up at the figure, staring hard at him with wide eyes. She refused to return the greeting, or perhaps she had simply lost the will to speak. A hard frown formed on her face, in a feeble attempt at fighting back against his gaze. She hoped she would put him off, she hoped she could hide her fear. Her body was sore and bruised, so staring back was the only resistance she could put up now.

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Rebecca was surprised by how her actions caused him to buy her almost immediately. The auction master explained to Vincent, as they always did, how they would remove her from the floor, prep her whole he was wandering the floor, and when ready that Vincent could pick her up out back. Rebecca didn't fight the auctioneers this time. She allowed herself to be taken. For prep they fed the slaves a good amount of food, as well as plenty of liquid. They changed their clothes into something that made them look much more appealing. They bathed the slaves, and just all around made them more appealing. They also gave the, a special tube of a coagulant that if they were used for feeding, would stop them from bleeding out. Then she waited, waited for her new master.

Ivan grinned at Hazel, looking to the auction master. "This one." He paid a great deal, and then returned to Vincent. "Oh Beau, you don't kill this one. Promise me it will last." He said and chuckled at his friend. "Meet me at my manor tonight, after we part ways and you let the slave learn a bit about you. We have some business to talk about." It was true they worked together on business, but he was requesting this to save the slave from being slammed tonight. He wanted to let her start easy. He hated that Vincent would literally break their hips and them force them to work. One had gotten pregnant and he killed them right off. Ivan flipped out on Beau that time and taken away his paycheck for the week, as well as suspended him. That was the one thing he had gotten Beau to promise he wouldn't do anymore. Was kill a slave if it got pregnant. Ivan held his hands behind him, looking Vincent up and down and grinning. "Oh, my friend, I think we are both going to have a grand time. You may have a bit of a more exhilarating one. But I will have a decent one as well. My money makes it fun." He said and smirked, the rivalry in their friendship was fun for the both of them. His money was his major card, but he also had the political power over Vincent too.

Vincent remained silent for a second. Ivan was perhaps the only one Vincent respected as his superior. Vincent was known for ignoring status, and showed no limits when talking to those who were above him, including his late father. However, this didn't apply to Ivan. He respected Ivan's word, recognizing only him as being above him. "Sure, I'll come." he said, his expression not showing any emotion. Ivan was particularly clever like that; the thought of the meeting would distract Vincent from treating the new slave too badly. "I'll see you tonight, then." he nodded simply, and began to wander across the cage floor aimlessly as he allowed enough time for Rebecca to be prepped for being taken home. As time passed, he took a slow stroll to the back rooms, where Rebecca awaited. With bouncer approval, he entered the door, taking a long, intrigued look at his purchase. He then handed his car keys to the familiar auctioneers, smiling. "Put her in the back of my car, you know which one it is. I'll be there in a minute."

Hazel's heart sank as she watched the money be handed over. She had been bought, as though she was an object. Her frown faded into a look of dread as she was removed from her cage, wincing in pain as she was lifted to her feet by her sore arms. With her free arm, she held the shirt down, as to preserve her dignity. She took a last look at her buyer before being taken to be bathed, just hoping that his intentions were not too ill.

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Rebecca had cleaned up nice, then patiently waited for Vincent to pick her up. Her mind ran rampant with thoughts of her new owner. She wondered what he would be like, what he would have her do, what she would be used for. She was worried about the latter, he hadn't given her a good vibe when she was bought. She saw Beau approach and then the order the auctioneer to take her to the car. She followed out willingly. When she saw the car Rebecca was amazed, this car had to cost so much. She sat in the back, her head down, and quiet as she waited for her owner to come and take her to her new home.

Ivan wandered a bit, talking to a few of the other citizens as he waited for Hazel to be ready. Once the time was up he headed out, the bouncer let him in, and he took his prize. "Let's go." He said and gave her a toothy grin. Then led her out to his million dollar, custom design, sports car. He threw open the back door and ordered her in. Once Ivan had gotten into the drivers seat, he threw on a pair of sunglasses. Then took off. "So I'm Ivan." He called back to her, glancing back in the rear view mirror. He drove for a bit before pulling up to a gate, ordering it open by the two vampires who stood outside as his guards. As he drove up the drive the billion dollar manor came into view. On the left he had a barn, stables with horses, and a massive garden the right was his swimming pool.

After a few minutes of greeting old acquaintances, Vincent returned to his car; a glossy black muscle car which appeared spotless on every inch, an indicator of Vincent's deep hatred for dirt. Vincent had a strong need for cleanliness an order; everything had to be perfect. His obsession with perfection combined with his incredibly short temper has lead to uncommon but terrifying outbursts. Despite his normally composed appearance, Vincent can switch from seemingly content to seethingly angry within a split second.

Upon sitting in the driver's seat and starting the engine, he looked over his shoulder and gazed for a long time at the new girl. For a while, he said nothing. Only has they reached the driveway of his manor did he say anything. "As of now, I advise you do as you are told. My name is Vincent, however it is perhaps wiser to address me properly as Sir." He pulled the car infront of the main entrance; grand in it's design, surrounded by well kept, beautiful gardens. "Out of the car."

Hazel refused to make eye contact and said nothing as she was led to the car. She tried her hardest to hide her look of astonishment at the car. When he spoke his name, it surprised her as to how relaxed he seemed. She was expecting him to be a little more harsher toned, but she wasn't complaining. She remained silent for a while in stubborness, but eventually decided it would perhaps be safer to comply. "H... Hazel... Sir," she stammered, her voice weak from not speaking for so long. Her vision remained down towards the floor but evebtually averted upwards and out the window, her eyes widening at the sight of his home. As a child, she would have imagined royalty to live here.

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Rebecca watched out the window as she drove. Her family had lived in poverty. So even the modest houses here seemed grand to her. They were amazing. She had wished to be able to live somewhere like this. But als her fate had turned the other way. She would be living somewhere like this, she thought, but not with her own free will, and she had no idea how she would be treated. When Vincent spoke her head jerked towards him, in small fright. She nodded quickly in response to him speaking. "Rebecca, sir." She said quickly. Hurrying from the car when he ordered her to. Rebecca stood next to Vincent and waited for his next order. She looked at his home, this was impressive. She couldn't even imagine a home like this.

Ivan nodded in response to her name. "I like it." He said, climbing form the car. "I see you like the house," he said grinning, taking the sunglasses off and tossing them in the car, "the inside will impress you more." He finished off,walking towards the front door, he lead her inside and to the elevator in the home, pressing the button. "You live on the third floor, the room has a red door, the only one. It has a bed, clothing, a fridge,and some extra medication for when you run out. From when I feed." He explained, stepping in with her and going towards the third floor. "I'm making a list of what I want done.i expect it done by the time I get home from work tomorrow. Get settled I , change into whatever you want. Once you're settle in, go to the fourth floor, my living area is there. I'll be waiting." He said and let her off on the third floor, before going up to the fourth.

"Rebecca. How lovely." His voice contained a hint of sarcasm, but it wasn't clear. Vincent pushed open the doors to the manor, not bothering to greet the servants who offered to take his coat. The entrance hall was decorated with dark reds and oak furniture, the walls lined with antique paintings of his many grandfathers. The Beauchene line was a legacy, but he had inherited the least wealth out of all his brothers, leading to Vincent developing a particularly strong wave of jealousy. "No touching. No touching anything. If I need something cleaning, I will tell you, but I ask you very nicely to not touch." He began listing his rules. "And of course, no shouting, no crying, no loud voices. We all know it's bad manners to shout." The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk, just for a second, and he took another few seconds to stare directly at Rebecca. Prolonged eye contact was something Vincent was worryingly good at. "Come with me, to the second floor. I'll show you to your room. Any questions?" He didn't expect much of an answer, not many dared to. It was rare for Vincent to offer guidance, but this would perhaps be the only good nature he will ever intentionally show.

Hazel turned her gaze to the floor when he noticed her admiration for the house. She kept her head down like this until they reached what had been dubbed as her room. She was drawn back to full attention when he mentioned feeding. "When I feed." Her blood ran cold at the sudden reminder of what he was, and a cold wave of goosebumps prickled on her skin. When he left her to settle in, she stood still for a second, exhaling a long, drawn out sigh. She scanned across the room, which had been beautifully decorated, and for a small moment she almost felt lucky. She doubted that many of the girls sold along side her went to a place quite as generous. Taking the time to look through the clothing she had been given, she was relieved to finally be out of the white t-shirt she had been given at the auction house. Pulling it off her torso, she faced backwards towards the dressing mirror and frowned at the scratches and bruises on her shoulders from the struggle the day before. She hoped they wouldn't scar. As a change of clothes, she put on a light, soft dress, which may have been intended for nightwear. Either way, it was much more comfortable than what she had on before. She sat and reflected for a few minutes, before leaving the room and heading to the fourth floor. There was only one door that appeared to be slightly open, and she paused to take a breath of preparation, before knocking on it gently.

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Rebecca followed Vincent quickly and precisely, looking around at the manor in awe. She would have dared to touch anything, and risk the punishment if she had accidentally broken it. She offered him a quiet "Yes sir." When he told her not to touch anything unless being asked. Ashe she walked she listened carefully, she worried when he mentioned screaming or crying, fearing that he may give her a reason too. She gave another "Yes, sir, they are bad manners." Deciding agreeing with him would be her best option. When Vincent stared at her, she stared back. Rebecca dint know if that's what he wanted,or if he allowed it. So she stopped after a few seconds and looked down at her feet. She only looked up again when he asked her a question. Her head shook. "No I do not, sir." She said politely.

Ivan was sitting on the couch in his living room. A notebook in his hands, and glasses just on the tip of his nose. He was reading over notes that his secretary had taken on how operations in his company ran this month, everyone's profits went up, except Vincent's, his had stayed the same. Ivan could not figure is out, he planned to at their meeting tonight, as well as discuss the new slave with him. When Ivan heard Hazel knock at the door he didn't bother to look up, just calling out to her. "Come on in, take a seat, I'll finish reading this then give you the list." He said. Once she was sitting it took Ivan about five minutes to finish. At which time he stood and walked to Hazel handing her a list with about seven items on it. "They're not hard, just chore work, you'll have enough time to finish. It's not a big deal if you won't. The news will be on could you fetch me a beer. And before you ask. Yes we can eat and drink human things. But we need the blood to survive that doesn't do anything." He said and chuckled, sitting back down on the couch. Ivan turned the news channel on, watching it intently. He also kept checking the time.

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Vincent held back a small chuckle when she eventually broke free of his gaze and repeated him. "That's right." he said sardonically, nodding slightly. "Now, come dear." his voice was deceivingly gentle, with an unsettling dark undertone. He lead her to a generously sized bedroom on the second floor. He wasn't known for his gentle nature, but he refused to have any part of his house appear dingy or ill-kept. And so, his slaves were allowed to sleep in a quality room. The colours matched the recurring scheme of reds and oaks, with beautifully patterned bedsheets and overhangs. Vincent held open the door out of minimum politeness, then shut it behind him once she entered. "Everything here is to be used as you like, but I expect it to be spotless at all times. And the books are there to be appreciated, so please, read them as you like each night. And clothes... Yes, there are plenty in the wardrobe for you, I'm sure they'll fit just fine." He walked across the room, taking a seat in the armchair beside the bookcase. "And whilst we're on that topic, I'm not too fond of the clothing they give you at the auctionhouse, so I insist, get changed." A tiny smirk of sadism had settled on his lips. He didn't blink once, and stared directly at her. He had no intention of leaving the room, nor would he look away. Voyeurism wasn't something he particularly enjoyed, but he liked to make it clear that he was the dictator of this house.

Hazel remained completely silent as he wrote the list, staring at the floor as she sat. She refused to relax herself, despite being exhausted, and sat on the very end of the seat. She then took a moment to scan over the list, feeling almost relieved at the standard upkeeping chores he had given her. She almost felt lucky, but it was hindered as she remembered she had still been bought by a vampire. She reached up and rubbed her neck as she thought about what he really needed her for. She swallowed, dreading that moment, whenever it may come up. She stood at his request and took a moment before leaving to find the adjacent kitchen, her bare feet padding gently as she walked. She took a moment to look over the kitchen, which would perhaps not be as big as the main one, but it was still immaculate. She remembered a time when she enjoyed learning to cook, but quickly shook the thought away. Looking in the fridge, she took a single can from the shelf, returning to Ivan and holding it out to him as he sat. "Here... Sir."

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Rebecca quickly followed behind Vincent into the room. She was quite surprised he would allow her to have such a magnificent room. Though the tidiness did not surprise her, he seemed like he had some sort of OCD she thought to herself. She watched him shut the door, a short breath catching in her throat. Rebecca had gotten a bit more nervous as this tour of sorts was going on. She had picked up on his tones and his aura, neither were good. His facial features and body language did not depict the gentleness he was trying to persuade her way. The one thing Rebecca enjoyed about the room was the books, she loved reading, and if he had meant it, she would read in whatever free time she had. When Vincent told Rebecca to get changed she bit her lip and nodded in his direction. As she turned her back to him and walked to the wardrobe it felt as if his eyes bored holes into her soul. She knew he wouldn't leave or even make it subtle as he looked over her body. It could be worse Rebecca kept telling herself. She took a look through the wardrobe befor deciding on a White blouse with lace, and a pair of black jeans with designs on the butt. She kept her back to him as she changed, slowly undressing herself. It wasn't hard to see she had a nice body. She was an athlete back in her home, and also a pageant girl. She worked hard to look good, and now that might work against her. Once dressed in the clothing, the blouse was right and showed her breasts well, the shirt hugging her curves, the black jeans did the same. As well as pressing her bottom up greatly.

Ivan hadn't taken much notice to Hazel as she sat, and even when she left. When he as either working on business work or watching the news he was always zoned in on it quite well. He shook back into reality at the sound of her soft voice. Ivan took the can and cracked it open, downing a quick sip. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before looking up at Hazel and raising an eyebrow. "Ivan. My name is Ivan." He said and laughed. "Only business associates greet me formally, except for Vincent. But he's different." Ivan said and shrugged his shoulders. Ivan didn't like the formality of being rich, but he enjoyed all the other luxuries. The money, power, and being able to have such an extravagant house are what kept him from stepping down. His living room alone had cost millions. His television was large, but not overly so, 46 inch flat screen. His two couches were made of the finest fabric and the detailing was gold. His recliner, which Ivan moved too, had been important and hand crafted.