Property of a Vampire

The Auction

A girl was dragged onto the stage in the auction house, an old warehouse a few miles away from the city, of course she was blind folded, her hands bound together behind her back by cuffs. A man watches from the audience, watched as one girl after another were dragged out and sold off, none peaked his interest. However, he watched this girl intently, watching her behavior on stage as the man was telling her information, her age, blood type, and if she was a virgin or not. Like the other girls she was striped and dressed in barely anything, forced out of their original clothes and forced to wear the revealing outfits, they were usually sedated upon arriving to make it easier for the Groomers to clean them up and make them look presentable for the auctions. The ones who weren't sold were beaten to look more submissive then showed again in the next auction. He almost felt sorry for them. Almost. Vampires needed blood slaves to not be discovered and destroyed by mortals, blood slaves were a necessity. Of course none of the girls being auctioned off knew that, hell the girls were scared and confused if anything, wanting to go home to family or whatever. He didn't care, he never really cared about anything. All he really cared about was the blood. Only the blood. That was the important thing that he needed, it was a life source for all vampires.
People started bidding and he listened intently, staying quiet, drinking the blood wine that was provided, the bids getting higher and higher, waiting till there was only two bidders left, the top bid was 2.5 million. He finally called out his bid. "Three million!" When he called out the bid, the room got quiet, all that could be heard were hushed whispers from other bidders, saying that he was bidding to much on the girl, in the end, no one bided higher then him. "To Mr. Blackwood!" The auctioneer called. There was some chattering about him. Some saying that the girl wouldn't last long in my care, others were recalling his cruelness and his harsh methods of breaking a slave if needed. He gets up and walked to the stage, writing a check and pays the auctioneer in full. He walked to where the small girl was and grabbed the chain leash attached to a metal collar, yanking it towards him more roughly then he should have. Damian smirks darkly, chuckling, looking at her closely before removing the blindfold, leaving her hands bound. "Best you behave." He growl in a low, dark tone, as if threatening her into submission. He had black hair that went to the male of his neck and was only styled slightly, he also had blood red eyes and a nasty scar on his right cheek. She recoiled in fear, trembling very noticeably, still confused and fearful of the whole ordeal. She adverts her gaze from him, wanting to run away and forget this. He walks out of the building, practically dragging her. "Hurry up." He growls in an irritated tone. She jumps slightly at his tone and scurries after him, quite frankly scared of the man. He drags her to his two seater sports car and opens the door for her. "Get in." He glares at her. She immediately gets in, not taking the chance to disobey him. Once she's in, he closes the door and walks to the drivers side. He starts the car and starts driving away from the building, driving onto a side road.