Angel's Weren't Meant To Be Slaves. Welcome To Hell, Master. *Completed*

[10] Sold

Edited

[Story Start]

Victoria's P.O.V.

Peeking my grey eyes through my thick black feathered wings, I look out at the stupid humans and vampires and saw that they listened to the mans advice.

I glared at them all again. If only I could get near them without this collar on... then I would kill them.

It would only take a second. A single touch...

If only that would ever happen.

Instead my mind wandered to the question of which person in this room would be my next master. I was never put on display and not bought that night.

Finally, I opened my wings and held them out open behind me and I gripped the cage bars tightly.

My eyes scanned carefully over the crowd until a certain set of eyes, that were directly in the center of the room, caught my interest. Not so much the color or the look of them, but rather the intensity of their gaze is what got me hooked.

Most times, these people would have a hungry look of lust or disgust. This mans gaze was intense and he looked at me with sad yet curious eyes. It was almost as if he could see, feel and even understand my pain of being treated in such a manner.

I found myself unable to look away from this man. And I found myself taking in the rest of his looks.

He was gorgeous, for lack of a better term. I had never thought that any man would strike me as gorgeous, but he did. I don't think that I would even particularly mind if a human male such as he were to buy me. He looked like a man who wouldn't buy me solely for the purpose of tending to his own sick pleasure.

The man calling out prices was now at $16,000. Not my highest price so far, but it was still rising.

My attention went back to the man with the interesting eyes. He had a certain rugged look about him. His face was made up of hard features and sharp lines that would be considered attractive to females of his species I suppose. He had light blonde hair that sat freely upon his head in a messy style that looked like a lot of effort had been put into making it look just so.

I tried not to make my curiosity towards this man look obvious on my face, but it was hard for me to look away. I had never had thoughts like this about a human male before, or any other male for that matter. So why him?

He was... intriguing to me.

The price was now at $18,000. I saw a very pretty blonde haired woman tap the black suit covered shoulder of my interesting man. She leaned in very close and whisper something in his ear. He nodded once without saying a word and lifted his hand briefly.

"$18,000, to our very own Lord Hunter. It has been a long time since your last visit, sir, it is nice to see you again. Now raising to $20,000, for the beautiful Angel of Death's Daughter... Can I get a $20,000?" the auctioneer continued.

My heartbeat sped up and I blinked in surprise. Would this fascinating man be my next master?

The prissy woman looked around the room and sat up straighter with a proud smirk on her face when no one offered to pay the new bid. I guess the only reason she wanted me was so that she could have a very well known and dangerous angel slave to up her social status.

"Another bid from Lord Goralore, with $20,000. Very nice sir..."

My eyes sharply turned to see a very dark vampire. He was completely surrounded by other vampire women and he was smirking his this pale lips up at me. When we made eye contact he winked his pure black eye and licked his lip which showed off his long white fangs.