Servitude [BoyxBoy]

Behind the Leaping Hare tavern, there was a dark pathway, lined with mossy cobblestone and echoing with the sound of scampering rats. This path led to the small door of a run down building, its windows were boarded up and the smell of rot permeated the air so that all those who entered would scrunch up their nose in distaste. Because those who entered were above such things. The aristocracy, dressed in expensive laces and silk which were easily dirtied by the grime coating the floorboards. Every few weeks, an event brought them to this house, and despite the smell and the grime and the rats, wide smiles and delighted laughter played at their lips like beautiful music. The Slave Auctions. A mass selling of the worlds most obscure and beautiful creatures. As the powerful took their seats in the stands, the powerless cowered back into the corners of their cages, using their hands in a desperate attempt to try hide their nudity. One cage had not been brought out onto the stage. The workers refused to touch it after the last auctioneer had lost a finger to it, so there it sat. And its inhabitant lay sleeping against the metal bars. A mutt. A mixed breed of tree elf and fire demon. Usually such a high class auction house wouldn't think of selling something without pedigree, but his breeding wasn't the reason he was being sold. It was his eyes - light purple amethysts which sparkled against his dark olive skin. They captivated men and women a like, into a spell of fascination and desire. Those eyes made him far more valuable than a pure bred dragon, or even an unclipped angel. And he hated them. That's why he kept his eyes closed as if he were in a deep slumber, and skulked in the shadows so that his eyes wouldn't catch the light. He didn't want to be sold and used - he wanted freedom. A privilege reserved for high class creatures - vampires, werewolves, fairies, demons... the list went on but he wasn't on it. Nor were the other oddities sat on stage, cringing at blinding spotlights. Some burst into tears and rocked themselves - others knew better and stayed silent to avoid punishment after the auction. One by one, a wooden hammer fell and cages were carted away - loaded into carriages. Then the lonesome cage was the only one that remained, sat behind the stage. Heels clicked along the creaky wooden floorboards and a shrill giggle echoed through the building, scaring the nesting birds above which took off with a fright. "Darling, to celebrate our anniversary I've decided to surprise you." A woman's voice crooned, and into the back of the stage stepped Celeste Malum. Her voluptuous body slinked across the floor with every step, as if she was floating, and a deep red gown hung off of it perfectly. Celeste's hair was a shade of platinum blonde which flowed down her shoulders to meet her ample breasts, and her skin gleamed like the moon as lights from above met her pale form. With blood red lips pulled into a wide smile, her white fangs glinted whilst her brown eyes momentarily flashed scarlet when she gazed hungrily at her husband. The hunger was definitely not misplaced. Silvian Malum oozed raw power with every step, and his piercing grey eyes cut like blades as he scanned the room. His hair was a darker blonde, and was grown to the nape of his neck - messily pushed back. When his wife grabbed at his bicep, the straight face he kept did not falter, and his eyes did not return that hungry flash. They were not in public, there was no need. "You know I hate surprises, Celeste." A deep British accent rumbled the room, and the caged creature actually peaked an eye open in surprise. He'd heard of these vampires many times before - the successors of the Malum clan. The Malum clan itself had been in power for centuries, taking up a firm position after the colonisation of America and quickly spreading its roots throughout the states and across the borders. They were truly world renowned, and feared by all due to their brutal tactics and heartless nature. "Yes, darling. But I think you'll like this one," Silvian made no effort to reply, so she continued with haste. "Recently you've been complaining of your workload, and I think that this will help you reserve time for-" with a slight pause, Celeste brought her manicured fingers up to her husband's bicep and walked them upwards, and dropped her voice an octave, "-other things." With a sudden jerk, the cage was pulled forward and the boy inside gasped with a start. He lost his balance and hit his head against the bars he'd been leaning on. Looking up at the vampires he'd been pulled closer to, he glared daggers at each one. "His eyes..." Was all the passed Silvian's lips as he stared down at the creature. It was caked with dirt from head to toe, as no one had dared to wash him. All that seemed clean were his purple eyes, set into an angered stare. "Beautiful, isn't he? A good decoration for the manor... he'll tidy your wing and meet with unimportant clients in your place." Celeste stated with a nod, pleased that her husband was not frowning in disgust. This meant that he liked the gift. "Alright... bring him back to the manor and put him in the servant's wing." After he spoke he paused and looked at the boy once again, scanning him up and down. "In a separate room to the women." "Yes." Celeste breathed a relieved sigh and soon the cage was hoisted into the air. The creature turned around to bite the hands on the bars, but gasped when he found none. He was floating. As he drifted behind them in his cage, Silvian turned to his wife and spoke. "What is his name?" "The auctioneer told me he is called Soleil." Celeste replied, now grinning in delight. "I see... fitting."