Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter One

There was a low hum in her ears, the cold bite of metal piercing her frail wrists. Cloth covered her eyes but she already knew where the vehicle was taking her: The Auction. She swallowed the bile that rose in her throat at the thought of what awaited her.

She'd always known this day would come. Her mother's parents only tolerated her to escape the scandal her mere existence would cause. They dared not disobey the Covenant that forbade the selling of Faye at the auction. But of course, they had been granted permission from the Council to sell her after she'd been falsely accused of murder.

"What's this then?" A feminine voice spoke, "The Faye selling their own now?"

"She's just a halfling. Murdered another Faye."

Suddenly, the blindfold was ripped from her eyes. She blinked a few times as harsh sunlight flooded her sensitive eyes. Once adjusted, she was able to see a towering were woman glaring at her. Her gold eyes appraised her with a sense of fury.

The were's lips turned into a sneer, "Get her inside. She should fetch a pretty sight..." Her eyes raked over her once more, "Even with that hideous blue skin."

Eve bristled at the insult. A shock hit her system, dropping her to her knees. He vision wavered, nausea sweeping through her. The chains that bound he wrist....They were blocking her magic. Which meant that the magic had no where to go.

Her captor grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing her head back. His eyes glowed red in anger, "Your Faye magic is useless here." His other hand gripped her throat, "Who knows? I may bid on you after all. You would make a great meal..." He ran his tongue across her cheek.

Eve shivered in disgust which only seemed to please the Vamp more. He dragged her back to her feet, shoving her towards the looming brick building in front of her. Her heart raced as she was roughly escorted through the heavy oak doors. Immediately, all eyes turned to her.

The Auction had already begun. She struggled not to let her fear show. Greedy hands reached towards her, daring for a simple touch. One such hand made the mistake of reaching towards her face. She did the only thing she could think of; she lunged forward, taking a huge chunk of the offending hand.

A heavy hand landed across her side of her face and, for only a brief moment, she blacked out. When she came to, she found herself chained to the middle of the stage. A large, weighted collar hugged her neck. A chain looped through the collar attached her to the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Our next slave up for auction: A Faye halfling accused of murdering one of her own. Dangerous but beautiful. Let's start the bidding at one hundred US dollars.

Eve's eyes desperately sought out the varying Faye of the group, hoping beyond hope that she would find compassion in even just one eye. Instead, she found herself meeting the gaze of a were. Only, his eyes are a strange and unique shade of silver. Were's eyes are normally copper or gold. She'd never seen one with silver in his eyes.

His head tilted as varying creatures shouted out bids. Her panic grew as the interested Were lifted his hand. The auctioneer seemed hesitant to accept his bid.

"$200 bid to Mr. Hans Orselli. Do I hear $250?"

The bids continued for what seemed an eternity. Eve shivered. That name. She knew that name. Nearly every Faye knew of the Faye Killer Hans Orselli. Other Faye simply called him The Beast because that was what he was.

Even knowing his nature, Eve found herself unable to take he eyes from him. She could feel her magic straining to reach him, to manipulate him into her bed. It was perhaps the first time she'd ever experienced the Sirens Call, the sexual energy that flowed through one of her kind upon meeting a mate worthy of their affections. If was both excillerating and frightening at the same time.

Mr. Orselli was becoming quite frustrated as the bidding continued. She could see his jaw tighten, see the way his fists curled into tight balls. "$2000." He finally growled.

The room grew deathly silent. All eyes turned to him. He crossed his arms, lips spreading in a smug grin of victory. He knew he'd won. It was all in his eyes.

"Do I hear $2500? Going once? Going twice? Sold to Hans Orselli!" The gavel let out a deafening crack through the hushed room. "Mr. Orselli. Come collect your prize."

He studied her for a moment, waltzing towards the stage that would have, under normal circumstances, caused a giggle to fall from her lips. He climbed the stairs, his eyes never leaving hers. He took the offered chain, pulling on it until Eve was forced to stand. He pulled her close to him, inhaling her scent.

"Mine." He growled, his pupils dilating.

Eve couldn't help the weakness that shot through her legs at the possessive word. Her stomach churned with an emotion aside from fear as the Were ran his thumb over her bottom lip. It was something she'd only ever read about in books and seen on television: arousal.

He smelled it as well. His nostrils flared, his chest rumbling as he wrapped an arm possessively around her waist. The auctioneer cleared his throat, clearly growing uncomfortable at the slightly erotic scene unfolding before him.

"Come, my Pet. Let us depart from this foul place."