Beast of the Night

Put Me Down! - SEVEN

The security guard with a shaven head, a dull green of eyes, and a sturdy, tall figure ran to the cage quickly in understanding. He undid the locks, opening the door and reaching his hand out for Vee to take. Sir Ennard growled slightly, his eyes turning a dark threating grey when he saw the man's extending hand. The guard backed up in reply with a tremble, letting the raven hair past him.

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Vee did not even know how they got him in the cage, but it had to be a large job, as the gate to open the bars was small and made of strong painted metal. The velvet dressed man glanced at the gate for a moment, reaching up his hand, which now had no claws, but human-like black nails covered in crimson stains; he pulled the gates side bars fully apart with one growl and a burst of strength. The metal bent and contorted as the long-haired male released his white knuckled grip and huffed slightly. He was able to get his arms into the cage, wrapping his forearms behind Vee and gently pulling the boy out of the opening.

"Hey, that was expensive!" Lorelei shouted out at the leader from a corner of the room, seeing the cage mangled along with the announcers crushed head. A chill spread throughout her as she looked at the man, almost as if her mind was racing in the memory of past encounters. The woman went back to the edge of the stage, slipping out quickly and running off with her hazel hair fluttering behind her.

Once Vee was out of the cage, Ennard ignored the running woman, and took the boy with two fingers pulling against his chin. Rose-tinted grey eyes stared into Vee's dull tan. Vee noticed the change in the vampire's eye color multiple times. He trembled with fear and pure disgust; the beings he hated most surrounded him, touched him, and harmed him. If his eyes weren't so teary, and his cheeks weren't stained with tears, Vee might have looked the least bit intimidating. No. He would still look like a little pale mouse next to Ennard Ambrogio.

 Suddenly, the raven hair tilted his head close to the side of Vee's tanned but pale neck and sniffed. Vee giggled when the man's breath tingled his neck, but instantly straightened his posture and quieted his urge to laugh, knowing what he had done. The little weak human turned a rosy red with embarrassment.

 Ennard opened his eyes widely, his pale complexion formed an amused but frowning stare as he leaned his head up. The suited man raised a black-haired eyebrow, letting out a small scoff of laughter, which he usually never did. "How adorable..."

After a following moment of pure silence and embarrassment in the room, and a thorough inspecting from the pure blood, the same velvet-suited man looked to his old aged servant, "pull up the carriage, and make sure the hunters who brought him in this horrid state are punished."

The greyed man bowed his head for a moment and stepped out the rusted back doors. Sir Ennard had held onto the human, his arm wrapped tightly around him as if he was worried that he would disappear. Suspicion filled the room, dark and heavy air falling on any creature that dared to glance at the pure blood. Vee looked to the raven's spiteful eyes, feeling a dread come over him, but wanting no one else to be killed on his behalf. The blood did not bother Vee, but because of his uncontrol of what was happening around him, it sent a chill down his spine.

The black glossed carriage pulled up once again to the steps of the auction house, two horses as dark as the night pulled by the reigns that held them captive. Sir Ennard lifted his ear slightly to hear the clicking of horseshoes, his eyes focusing on the terrified man that somehow clung to his arms. Vee didn't even know of his three fingers tightly holding on both upper arm of the raven hair, his head moving side to side to check the threatening vampires.

The raven hair raised his eyebrow and sighed; the male's eyes narrowed in protectiveness as he smelt Vee's strong scent of crusted blood. Sir Ennard Ambrogio was always possessive of anything he owned. His money was worth nothing compared to a live creature, who was injured by his own creations.

 Ennard deeply regretted crushing the announcers head. He should have prolonged that bastards torture till he could no longer scream. Till the announcer was broken and could not lift his arm to take the leather bag of ten million. 

He slipped his hand over the boy's lower back, making sure he would not touch the wound. The pure blood growled at all who stared, his black protective claws suddenly shooting back out with his stress as he swept Vee up to his arms, straight off the ground. The suited male wrapped his arms around Vee, the boy's arms clung to Ennard's neck in fear of falling abruptly, "p, put me down monster!"

"Quiet boy," he mumbled back, stepping to the wooden doors, and ambling out with no visible trouble, even with a human clinging to his slender pale neck. Vee closed his worrying mouth in immediate reply and looked back to the doors of his torture. Being carried down the stone steps by a tall and insensitive male was better than staying in a hellhole where everyone was out for his blood.

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