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Royal Bought #7: Thorns and Roses

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Luke gently ran a hand over the front of his shirt, feeling the outline of the necklace there against his palm, completely hidden. Lillia gently buttoned up the last button, her eyes flitting up to his for a moment, before she stepped backwards.

He wanted to thank her again, his heart twisting slightly from the relief, but it went unspoken.

With Lillia leading the way, he was taken back to Ileana, who seemed to have seated herself at the wooden desk, her intense eyes pinning Luke to the spot as soon as he crossed the threshold.

“We’re finished, my Lady,” Lillia smiled sweetly, and Ileana rose to her feet, smoothly and gracefully, coming towards them. Luke steeled himself to the ground, watching as those pointy fingers gently carressed the bottom of Lillia’s chin, almost making her purr.

“Thank you, my darlings,” she cooed, giving Luke a slow once over. He was suddenly aware of how heavy his necklace was on his collarbone. The girls didn’t seem worried. Ileana’s lips spread into a sly smile, stepping up close to him and invading his space. She seemed to anticipate that he would take a step back, because her long, slender fingers suddenly snapped to his jaw, keeping him still. The sharp fingernails dug into his flesh, and he bit back a painful hiss.

“Much better,” she hummed, jerking his head to the side and inspecting him. The pointy nails were going to leave crescent shaped dents on his skin, he was sure. “You look far more appealing when you’re not caked in dirt, aren’t you?”

Luke huffed through gritted teeth, face twisted into a snarl. He tried to say something, demand she get her filthy hands off him, but her grasp just tightened, squishing his cheeks. It was like he was a child, and humiliation and resent stabbed at his chest.

“Ah, ah,” Ileana purred, her eyes narrowing. “I have plenty of other humans to take care of before the end of the day. Why don’t you be a good boy and get some rest? I’m sure it’ll be much easier to take everything in if you’re well rested.”

Luke gave another sharp grunt, twisting his fingers into her wrist in some attempt to get her hands off him. The pressure was making his jaw throb, like it might snap out of place, blinking back the automatic tears that stung his eyes. He could feel his neck being forced into place, twisted up at an awkward angle, and it was hard for him to look anywhere but her eyes. When he screwed his shut, Ileana gave him a hard tug. A gasp tore from his throat at the stinging pain, eyes flying open.

“I said,” the vampire murmured, and Luke was suddenly falling through tunnels of blinding red. “Why don’t you be a good boy, and get some rest?”

Luke’s breath was suddenly caught in his throat, and when Ileana’s fingers released him, he found he couldn’t quite look away. His head was going all fuzzy and heavy, his thoughts were battling for control, and his expression, wide eyed and tightened, was staring up at her. Ileana leaned forward, flashing her fangs as she smiled. He couldn’t even move back.

“That’s right,” she cooed, her voice dripping with honey. It felt like it was wrapping Luke up snugly, coiling him against her whim. “I am sure it’s been such an exhausting day for you. All you should focus on is getting some sleep. Anything of importance will be discussed later.”

This wasn’t anything like Justinian’s compulsion. This was all consuming, sinking into each limb and each shred of muscle, making them completely hers. He didn’t want to believe her, knew that she shouldn’t, but all he could think about right now was the comforting embrace of sleep. How heavy he felt. How exhausted his mind was.

Her silver hair fell past her shoulders as she brushed her hand through his own hair, the feeling tugging at something in his brain. Telling him to obey, telling him this was right. The hand slid to his cheek, and Luke didn’t even realise he was leaning into the touch. Ileana’s vibrant eyes flickered across his face for a moment, as if studying him, but she leaned back, satisfied.

Luke could only remain stood where he was, planting to the spot. He was surprised he wasn’t swaying with her snake-like movement.

“It’s refreshing to feel someone try and fight it,” Ileana hummed absentmindely, sweeping a hand under her chin as she glanced towards the three girls, all of them swiftly looking away, as if they hadn’t been intrigued by Luke’s reaction to the compulsion. Maybe they were expecting him to break out of it. He was trying, he really was.

“Lillia, Brooke.” The two girls lifted their heads obediently. “Could you take him to a room, please? Straight to bed.”

They both nodded their heads, and Ileana stepped back to her desk, letting her girls deal with the rest. The blonde stopped in front of Luke, his vision all fuzzy and his eyelids droopy. His mind could only just process the feeling of her gently taking his hand, and Brooke guiding him by the shoulder. His feet seemed to move smoothly, effortlessly, as if he wasn’t controlling them at all.

Well, he supposed he wasn’t.

His tongue felt too heavy to say anything, and everything was spinning instead.

Beside him, Brooke shifted. Lillia was still holding his hand, helping to guide him through the corridors. Her brows furrowed.

“Lillia…” She murmured, and the blonde girl looked at her, blinking her eyelashes. She tilted her head in curiosity, then glanced down to their hands. She unlinked them, pink lip twitching with a subtle smile.

“Sorry,” she breathlessly answered, her eyes switching to Luke. She slowed a little, making sure his pace was consistent. “He can still walk okay, right?”

Of course I can, Luke wanted to say. Nothing came out. Their conversation was a little fuzzy, and hard to follow when all he wanted to do was drop down on something soft and sleep all of this grogginess away. Brooke hummed, staring at him.

“Yes,” she finally said, shifting her hand from his shoulder. “I suppose he’s not used to a pureblood’s compulsion. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone fall under it so quickly. Not even you.”

Lillia blushed, her brows furrowing in embarrassment. “That’s different.”

They turned a corner.

“Well, regardless,” Brooke continued, but there was still a hint of amusement in her tone. They stopped by a door, and Lillia fished for a key of sorts, inserting it into the lock. She gave it a hard twist, and it creaked open. Luke felt like he was hit with vertigo when they finally stepped inside. “It must have been some life. Living out there, I mean.”

It was a bedroom, it seemed. Not too large, but extravagantly filled. If Luke had been in his right mind, he might have taken a moment to observe. Instead, he felt an overwhelming tug towards the bed, Ileana’s silky voice weaving between all of his thoughts again. There was a moment of silence, before Lillia spoke. Her voice, this time, was a breathless whisper.

“Oh, Brooke,” she murmured. “I feel sorry for him.”

“Lillia, come on,” Brooke sighed. “We’ve tended to so many other humans before this. Why are you so upset?”

Their words were fuzzy, going in and out. He could barely follow it.

“Because…” She paused, her mouth pressing into a thin line. “Out there, it was probably safe, right? He could have lived a life without having to deal with all of this. We got lucky and yet…the things that we went through. What you went through. Out of everyone, he could have been the closest to ever living a normal life out there. How often do you even think he saw a vampire?”

Luke’s chest stabbed once, then twice. The realisation of this conversation was going to barrel into him in the morning. Whenever that was - Luke didn’t even know what time it was right now.

“Should I feel guilty?” Lillia continued, her voice breathless. “Do I even have that right when we’ve done this to so many other humans?”

Brooke suddenly cut in. “Don’t let Ileana hear you saying things like that.”

“She’s been too distracted with Cali,” the blonde murmured softly under her breath, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. Brooke’s eyes didn’t falter from hers, until suddenly, she was smiling slightly.

“Our Lady has her attention elsewhere, and so you move your interests towards the first guy you see?” She teases, her smile suddenly becoming coy. “And you say I’m the jealous one.”

Lillia’s cheeks went bright red. “It’s not like that. I just want to know more about what’s out there. About him. That’s all.”

Luke felt a faint touch on his arm, and just like that, everything was a blur again. His thoughts didn’t even register it this time, lost in the fuzzy sensations that were engulfing him. He felt something comforting beneath him, making him sink further under. He wanted to open his mouth, wanted to say something, but nothing was working. There must have been a slurred murmur on his tongue, because Lillia suddenly paused, grasping the bedsheets.

She glanced at Brooke. “He’s fighting it.”

“It won’t matter,” the other girl simply responded, tugging the bed sheets up instead. “He’ll just have a headache in the morning. Let’s hurry back.”

Luke’s curls splayed out on the pillow, his eyelids fluttering. Lillia and Brooke were simply two blobs in his vision now, fading into a black void as his mind slipped away, drifting off into a peaceful, undisturbed slumber. He didn’t even hear the door close.

. . .

Luke did have something of a headache when he woke up.

He didn’t know how long it had been, but ironically, it was almost as though he’d slept like the dead. Tingles reverberated in his skull as his eyes fluttered open, almost on command. He was lay flat on his back, seemingly just how he’d been left, the soft sheets cool and comfortable over his body.

Luke’s hand flew up to his temple, giving it a tense massage.

Regardless of the tingling sensation through his skull, Luke hated to admit how refreshed he felt. It was almost like the perfect sleep, and it irked him to know he’d been sleeping away so easily while Ten was somewhere out there all alone.

As if on a schedule, there was a click from the door.

The lock, Luke realised, lifting his head to watch as it swung open, and Lillia stepped inside. She was balancing a tray on her hand, a sweet smile spread across her face. Her hair was styled today, curling slightly at the bottom, half up and half down. Luke must have had a scowl on his face when she approached, because her smile faltered a little bit.

“Did you sleep alright?” She asked, placing the tray down on the bedside table with a small clatter. There was a plate of food, something foreign to Luke, and a glass of water. He eyed it wearily, sitting up. “You may have a headache.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, feeling the pleasant stretch in his back as he straightened up. No pain. It was as if the sleep had completely rejuvenated him. Lillia was watching curiously, and also knowingly, eager to get her two cents in.

“I love sleeping under compulsion,” she giggled, as if she could read his mind. Luke sent her a hard look. “I feel amazing when I wake up. I don’t get nightmares like Brooke, but I still ask my Lady. She’s always happy to oblige.”

Luke’s mouth was dry. “Right. Your Lady.”

Ileana - if the silver haired vampire was going to compel him into behaving, then Luke needed to get out of here as swiftly as possible. At least with Silas, there was some petty arrogance in being able to deal with any physical beating he threw his way. He’d hated the feeling of losing all of that power, so much more consuming and powerful that Justinian’s had been.

He recalled something one of the girls had said - a pureblood. Luke was out of his depth when it came to the intricacies of vampires. He didn’t even know a pureblood was a thing, or what it meant. Though, he could guess turning wasn’t the only way to create a vampire.

“Can I have some water?” He asked, pointing to the glass. Lillia winced, nodding her head as she collected herself. She’d been staring at him again.

“Of course,” she smiled, handing him the glass. She went back to the tray again. “I have some medicine for your headache, too.”

Luke took a sip. It was cool and refreshing on his dry tongue. “I’m not taking medicine.”

“But it’ll help.”

“I’m not taking it,” he firmly repeated, and Lillia flinched back. A silence spread through the room as he drank his fill, eyes flickering over to the food. The blonde looked a little fidgety now, and Luke suddenly regretted snapping the way he had done. A quiet sigh slipped past his lips.

“What’s that?”

Motioning to the food, he watched as Lillia followed it, her eyes brightening back up again.

“That’s right,” she beamed, giggling softly. “You have probably never seen something like this, have you?”

She carefully plucked the tray up, placing it on his lap. It was warm through the duvet, almost pleasant would it not be for his current situation. He had been ready to protest, but begrudgingly clamped his mouth shut after feeling a sting of regret for snapping at her when none of this was her fault. He made a disgruntled noise, but didn’t protest. Lillia looked almost pleased to tell him all about the food, which Luke stared at with hard eyes. It was circular shaped, steam rising from the surface. Something golden and thick was smothered all over it, glistening over the spongy substance.

Luke frowned hard.

“They’re pancakes,” Lillia giggled, observing his expression with glee. “Just try them.”

Luke didn’t protest when the fork was pushed into his hand, the knife in the other. After a moment of, as Lillia claimed, etiquette, since apparently it would be messy to eat with his hands, he was cutting into a small bit along the edge, soft and easy to glide along the blade of the knife. The girl suggested scooping up some syrup, she called it, and so he did.

He eased it into his mouth. Luke wasn’t exactly worried about poison; if they wanted him dead, he would be dead already. No, he was here for something far worse.

The first thing he noticed was the taste. His jaw instantly stilled, nose wrinkling slightly. It was an overpowering taste, and he promptly stared at Lillia, who looked like she was struggling to hold in a laugh behind her hand. She snorted, her eyes crinkling with a laugh as he continued to slowly chew. It was like paste, a little soggy with the syrup, and so sweet.

“It has a lot of sugar,” Lillia giggled, trying to get herself together. A part of him might be able to forget he’d been kidnapped by vampires if Lillia was by his side. “The syrup is a little sickly. You’re just not used to it.”

Luke prodded the sponge. It wasn’t bad - just not what he was used to.

“You need to eat, though,” she continued, having calmed herself down a little bit now. She tucked some hair behind her ear. “My Lady wants you to be as healthy as possible.”

“It’s…” He took another bite. “What is this?”

“Pancakes,” Lillia smiled. “They’re very nice. You can have them with all sorts of toppings. Maybe I shouldn’t have started with syrup.”

Luke grunted. He tried scraping as much of the syrup off as possible, before continuing to eat. Even if it didn’t taste amazing, his body was clawing at any chance to get some food into his stomach. He wondered just how much food the kingdom had access to when his people had been starving out in barren lands. Absentmindedly, his eyes trailed to the window.

“Can you do me a favour?” He began, glancing at Lillia as he ate. The girl’s spine straightened, beaming from head to toe.

“Happy to help.”

He motioned to the window. “The window.”

Lillia followed his gaze, rubbing her hands together. “You would like some fresh air?”

Her voice was a little tight, her throat bobbing. She looked back towards Luke, her blue eyes softening with that same look of sympathy again. A part of him recalled the conversation she and Brooke had had when he was under Ileana’s compulsion. Lillia and the others served their “Lady” like obedient pets, helping to prepare their own kind to be sold off to the same creatures that enslaved them too. Luke doubted she didn’t have a choice, but she seemed rather complacent in her role.

“Yes,” he answered. He paused, adding a small: “Please?”

The girl rubbed her neck. It seemed like the windows were meant to be kept locked shut, otherwise she wouldn't be hesitating as much as she was. After a few quiet moments, she seemed to relent. Judging by the fact she had let him keep his necklace, Luke had been expecting it.

“Alright,” she nodded. “Though, we must make a leave when you’re finished eating. My Lady is feeding, but she expects us to be on time.”

Luke dismissively nodded her head. Finished with his plate, Lillia leaned forward to take it, placing it on the bedside table once more. She watched him as he slipped out of bed, feeling a little fuzzy headed as he rose to his feet. His socked feet hit the floor, taking a moment to steady himself. Once Lillia deemed him okay to stand, she began moving over to the window, one that she opened with a key attached to a necklace around her neck. She eased it back under her clothes once done, as Luke silently picked up one of the silk napkins (was it a handkerchief? Luke didn’t care to know), cradling it in his palm.

Lillia unlatched the window, huffing as she pushed it upwards. Luke’s eyes darted to the door, murmuring a silent apology under his breath as he pressed the cloth over her mouth and nose, pulling her back against him. Lillia’s squeal was swallowed by his hand, her scared flails pinned by Luke’s other arm as he kept her close, preventing her from making too much noise.

He wanted to tell her he was sorry for knocking her out like this, but he didn’t want to say anything that the vampires, especially Ileana, might overhear. He was probably pushing his luck thinking he could do this without being caught. Lillia went under more swiftly than he had expected, her body going limp within a few minutes. He ever so gently set her down on the floor, her face relaxed and eyes closed. He made sure she was still breathing properly, setting her down modestly on her back.

Luke felt bad, but his survival was paramount. He had an eleven year old kid to look for. Stepping up towards the window, he leaned out, taking in the ground below him. It was clear, as far as he could see. He felt confidence spark in his chest as he swung his legs over, determined to make a swift getaway.

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Royal Bought: Luke’s Arc (Ileana’s Chapters)

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Chapters #6 up to #11 (planned, but may fluctuate when writing) contain a temporary lady whumper during Luke’s arc. Despite not being his main whumper, I understand the inclusion of lady whump may be uncomfortable for some readers. But it’s only temporary, so here’s a summary of everything important that happened during these chapters so you don’t have to read them. You can carry on from #12 as normal afterwards.

Note: with each new chapter, I’ll update this post for anyone who needs it.

💋Chapter #6

Here we meet four new characters, the stars of Ileana’s Girls. Luke meets three humans girls, named Lillia, Brooke, and Cali. Ileana is the vampire that’ll be (kindly) taking of care of him for the time being and preparing him for the auction.

Lillia, Brooke and Cali take Luke into the bathroom to get him cleaned and dressed in some new clothes. His old ones are discarded of, but Lillia kindly lets him keep his necklace after he refuses to let go of it.

We get a snippet of Luke’s appearance: “...his locks were still damp, black and twirly, sticking to his forehead slightly. Forest green eyes shimmered slightly under the bright lights. Even though his skin had been scrubbed clean, right down to the bone, it still retained its light almond colour.”

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Luke is forced to his room to rest with a display of Ileana’s powers, which he notices are much more powerful than Justinian’s.

Escorted by Lillia and Brooke, he makes note of the mention of a pureblood.

Upon waking up once again, Lillia is the one who greets him with food, medicine and water. Luke refuses to take the medicine, drinks the water, and eats a plate of pancakes for the first time.

By using Lillia’s kindness against her, he tricks her into opening a bedroom window, before carefully knocking her out and using the window as his getaway.

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Royal Bought: Pretty Girls #6

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Luke tried not to focus on the hand digging into his forearm, being pulled along the corridors to their new destination. He wondered if this was going to be a recurring thing; dragged off somewhere new to suffer another long winded conversation about how frivolous it was to escape.

How ridiculous.

Luke wished none of this was happening. He let his mind wander, falling into the crashing waves of his thoughts, barely even recognising where they were going. He was sure they’d climbed up another floor, and wondered just how hugely vast this place was.

Eventually, they stopped on what seemed to be a much more quiet floor. Silas didn’t speak a word to him the entire way up, and for that, Luke was actually quite grateful. It was filled with quite a few doors, spaced out amongst each other, but Silas eventually stopped in front of one, and he pushed the door open.

“Ileana,” he called out, making sure to give Luke a hard tug so he came inside. “This one’s for you.”

Luke’s eyes adjusted to the new room for a brief moment. It was much bigger than Silvan’s, it seemed, filled with a desk and more personal decorations like paintings and mirrors on the walls. On the couch, Luke found himself staring at a beautiful vampire, having turned her head aside to glance at Silas he wandered inside.

She seemed tall, even when seated, one slender leg thrown over the other, and long, silky silver hair that trailed down her back. Her eyes were narrowed and pointed, giving Luke a very obvious once over when Silas gave him a firm shake. Beside her, there seemed to be a blonde girl - human. She had been giggling softly when the door opened, almost leaning into Ileana’s side, but at the sight of them, she quickly shot to her feet and scurried off.

Ileana removed her arm from the back of the couch, twisting her body straight so she was facing them, and a thin smile spreading across those pink lips. Luke watched the blonde join what seemed to be two other girls at the wall, standing obediently. She sneaked a glance at Luke, her expression slightly embarrassed.

He almost felt like he’d walked in on something he shouldn’t have.

“Silas,” Ileana purred, her voice like dripping honey. It was enough for Luke’s gaze to snap over to her again. She even seemed to sit with an air of grace and poise, stiffening when her eyes briefly flickered over to him. “I thought the girls weren’t due for another half an hour.”

Silas gave a disgruntled huff. “No. But as you can see, this is no girl. He’s yours. The one they picked up outside our territory.”

He gave him a harsh shove from his shoulder blades, and humiliation burned at his cheeks, gritting his teeth together sharply. Ileana’s fox-like eyes almost seemed to gleam in curiosity at the words, humming softly to herself. He felt like he was being stripped down under her gaze.

“Goodness,” she sighed, the sound like something was melting on her tongue, and Luke shifted uncomfortably. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a male with such high quality blood. If I’d known, I would have made sure to remind my girls to behave. Isn’t that right, Lillia?”

Ileana’s gaze pounced on the blonde girl, who, when Luke hesitantly followed, noticed that she had been sneaking glances at him from under her light blonde eyelashes. Her eyes widened, tearing them away from Luke and towards the vampire, lifting her head up jerkily.

“Yes, my Lady,” she stammered, clenching her hands together in front of her tightly. She bowed her head, and this time, her eyes refused to wander anywhere but the spotless carpet she was now fixated on. Ileana’s lip curved into an amused smile, turning back to Silas.

“You can leave now,” she spoke, her voice a little firmer. “I will take it from here.”

The vampire didn’t bother to respond, just nodded his head an inch, and Luke was greeted by the sound of the door clicking shut from behind him. He suddenly felt very out of place, but before he could fix his gaze on the vampire once more, she had moved from her casual position on the couch within seconds, standing far too close to him.

Luke bit back a surprised curse, having to crane his neck up to look at her face. She was incredibly tall, almost dwarfing him in size. It made her much more intimidating as she circled him, her fingers tugging on his clothes as she went.

“You’re filthy,” she tutted, giving a hard yank on the sleeve of Luke’s jacket. When he went to jerk it away, she meticulously manouvered and pinched his ear, getting a look at his hair. “And your clothes, goodness. This won’t do at all.”

Luke grit his teeth as she gave his arm another pinch, judging the heap of clothes on his body. He wrenched his arm away from her, face twisted into a snarl. “Get off.”

Ileana’s eyes shimmered. “Oh, and a temper, too. I suppose that’s to be expected, though.”

Her long, silver hair swished along her back as she turned, moving like silk in water. It was almost as if the air around her was filled with grace, her chin always jutted high to display her presence. Her eyelashes fluttered as she spoke.

“Girls,” she cooed, her voice taking on a different tone than what she’d been talking to Luke with. It almost melted with a soft sultriness, and their heads lifted up eagerly. “Please bathe him, and prepare some spare clothes.”

There was a chorus of ‘yes, my Lady’’s from them, and Luke almost stuttered on a retort. “Bathe?”

Ileana gave a fang-like smile. “You’re under my jurisdiction, and I won’t have you wearing those rags. Would you rather I force you, dear? Because you know I can, and that will only be more humiliating for you.”

Luke’s cheeks went pink, grinding his teeth together. There wasn’t anything wrong with his rags; just because he didn’t wear such pretentious, high quality outfits didn’t mean they weren’t doing the same job. He begrudgingly glanced towards the girls, the blonde one, Lillia, having come towards him while the other two stepped through a door, leading into what Luke could only assume was a lucious, en-suite bathroom.

“This way, please,” Lillian quietly spoke, keeping her eyes down and her hands clasped in front of her. After having been called out by Ileana, she didn’t seem to want to risk getting called out a second time. Luke felt sorry for them, forced to bend to the will of this vampire like slaves.

He gave the silver haired vampire one last glance, before relenting. At least this way, he might be able to have some privacy. He hated the way Ileana’s bright red eyes seemed to glow in smug amusement, watching him intently as Lillia led him towards the open door, held open by the black haired girl. The other was preparing the bath, a huge ceramic tub with golden linings at the bottom.

When the door clicked shut, Luke was left in awkward silence.

Lillia was looking at him now, her shoulders seeming less tense. The black haired girl swept up beside her, whispering something in her ear that Luke couldn’t hear. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Lillia blush, and the other giggled softly. Taking a moment to get a better look at them, he gazed at the third by the tub, running her hand gently through the water to test the temperature.

Awkwardly, he stepped a little closer to her. “Hey.”

She glanced up, her eyes filling with a look of surprise for a moment. She straightened up, seemingly inching away from him. Luke wondered if she was shy or simply scared of him. He didn’t want to imagine what Ileana was doing to them.

They were dressed, well, not provocatively, but Luke had never seen such a simple yet luxurious looking dress before. All of them were wearing it, a dress that was a smooth shade of blue, with frilly shoulders and a frilly cut out along the bottom, in the middle of their thighs. The white apron, small and rounded, fit snugly around their waist. A smooth collar decorated with a miniature ribbon was wrapped around each of their necks.

They were like servants, obedient and yet clearly frightened of whatever approached them.

Luke loathed the idea of becoming like this himself.

The black haired girl suddenly appeared, gently taking her shoulders and pulling her back from Luke. He was momentarily confused, wondering if he’d done something wrong, before Lillia cleared her throat. He glanced at her.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her blonde eyelashes fluttering as she gazed up at him. “She’s new, and we’re not supposed to talk to other humans. Our Lady says so.”

Luke cringed. “Your Lady?”

Lillia nodded her head, smiling softly. Her skin almost glowed, her cheeks rosy and her eyes a unique shade of green, light and delicate as she gazed at him politely. He wearily glanced at the other two girls, the nervous one having retreated to fetch some clothes for him while the black haired girl took over on preparing the bathtub.

The sound of rushing water filled the room.

“You’re talking to me,” he pointed out slowly. Lillia tucked some of her hair behind her ear. It was a light shade of blonde, veering more towards an undertone of white than yellow. She was pretty. In fact, Luke found that they were all very pretty. He was a little overwhelmed, wondering if it was because of the heat from the filling tub.

“Yes, well,” she paused, shifting on her feet. “I have been here a lot longer. Please don’t mind her. She’s just trying to get used to everything.”

“Used to everything,” Luke scoffed, his brows pinching. “You’re Ileana’s slaves.”

Lillia’s eyes widened. “Slaves?” She squeaked. “No, not at all. I like serving our Lady.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he deadpanned. Lillia tilted her head, hands collapsing the front of her dress. She looked as though she was about to argue for a second, before indifference passed over her eyes. She gave Luke a shy once over, swallowing. He didn’t need her to say anything to understand what she was thinking. Apparently where he’d grown up was causing a lot of people to draw some unwarranted conclusions about him.

“My name is Lillia,” she finally seemed to whisper, eyes flickering over to the other two girls. The black haired one stood by the tub, not shy about staring directly at Luke. Still, she smiled.

“Brooke,” she introduced. She had a sprinkle of light freckles across her cheeks, framed by wavy black hair that splayed out just below her shoulders. Dark blue eyes captured his own, and Luke nodded his head. The other girl, the last one, had seemed reluctant to say anything at first. But eventually, she opted to give her name, too.

“Cali,” she whispered softly. A similar jet black, and her hair was shorter than the other two, but it was voluptuous in volume and swooped messily over her temples. Her face was round, though hidden away by most of her hair, her eyes thin and dark. She was looking elsewhere, clutching some clothes in her arms. Luke didn’t want to, but he forced a smile on his face.

“Nice to meet you,” he rumbled. “I’m Luke.”

Lillia beamed. “Nice to meet you too.”

With the exception of Cali, he noted how, although he hadn’t believed them, they seemed completely at ease with this life. Luke didn’t understand how - they didn’t seem to be compelled into doing this, just unnervingly complacent. How could they “serve” a woman, no, some creature of the night, so eagerly?

Luke’s spiralling thoughts were cut off when he suddenly felt Lillia’s fingers on his jacket, gently prying it from his shoulders. His spine stiffened, and he knocked her hands away before he could stop himself.

“What are you doing?” He hissed. Lillia blinked, tilting her head.

“Undressing you,” she answered softly. “For the bath.”

Luke stuttered on a breath, his eyes darting from one girl’s face to the other. They were all staring at him expectantly, and he couldn’t help but grip onto his jacket tightly like it was a lifeline. He struggled to find the right words.

“While…you’re all in the room?” He stammered, feeling a twinge of embarrassment pinch his chest. “Can’t I have a little privacy?”

From the tub, Brooke leaned forward, fingers bracketed against the edge of the bath. Her hair fell past her shoulders. “We’re unable to leave you alone.”

She almost looked like she was holding back a small laugh, as if there was some joke that Luke wasn’t privy to. “Besides, we’re not interested in you. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I never…” He cut himself off, swallowing the prickly pride in his throat. He doubted he could make a break for it with Ileana in the next room over. He highly doubted the girls would allow him a chance to escape before hollering for their mistress. Easing the death grip on his jacket, Luke felt humiliation burn unpleasantly at his cheeks.

He made quick work of stripping his clothes off, not wanting to dwardle any longer. His clothes were taken by Lillia, who promptly left to discard them, no doubt never to be seen again. He felt a little bitter about that. When he settled in the tub, Brooke made quick work of lathering some thick liquid in her hands, reaching for his hair.

He jerked away, the warm water sloshing slightly. She raised a brow.

“It’s for your hair,” she explained, slightly amused by his confusion. “Tilt your head back a little, please.”

Luke hesitantly did so, feeling soft fingers start to lather up the soapy shampoo on his head. The feeling was quite therapeutic, actually, and Luke swallowed, trying to let himself grow accustomed to being groomed like a dog. When Lillia returned, she leaned against the tub, and Luke felt a tug on his necklace. He slapped a hand over it, causing Brooke to lean back. He shot the blonde a sharp glare.

“Not this,” he spoke, his voice firm. “I’m keeping this.”

Lillia pressed her lips into a thin line, her eyes filling with sympathy. “I’m sorry. I have to discard everything.”

The necklace pressed against his palm tightly, digging into the skin. The pressure went unnoticed, going straight to the worried stab in his heart. He couldn’t get rid of this - this was his everything, the only memory of his mother. Lillia looked almost taken aback.

“Please,” he pressed. His voice was shaking slightly. “Not this.”

She opened her mouth to speak, the words dying in her throat. Her eyes flickered over to Cali, who shyly glanced at her, squeezing the clothes a little tighter. It was almost as if they were communicating something with their eyes, silently. The blonde finally let out a soft sigh, her voice dropping down to an ever so quiet whisper.

“Alright. But please remember to tuck it under your new clothes.”

Relief washed through him. “Yeah. I will.” He relaxed slightly. “Thank you, Lillia.”

She smiled sweetly, nodding her head slightly. She seemed a little more relaxed at Luke’s gratitude, as if she was assured she had done the right thing. The moment was broken when Brooke resumed washing his hair, and another wave of uncomfortabless washed over him. The girls seemed nice enough, but there was no way Luke couldn’t feel embarrased when he was sitting in a warm tub and being washed from head to toe.

The bathroom filled with scents of tea tree and lavender, almost stinging his nose, the water starting to turn cloudy as time passed. Brooke was thorough with his hair, forcing him to sit there with a stubborn frown on his face. Lillia scrubbed his back and his body with a scratchy flannel, and he wondered if she was trying to take his skin apart in the process.

There were some places they instructed him to do himself. He was okay with that.

The tub was drained, and Luke was wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown when he emerged from the water. He was led to a small table, dried off until there was no trace of water left, and instructed to sit down. He caught a glimpse of himself in a huge mirror, and almost blanched.

It wasn’t as though he had never caught glimpses of himself in reflections back at the camp, but it was the first time he was seeing himself properly. He couldn’t help but stare in confusion, as if he was looking back at a stranger. His locks were still damp, black and twirly, sticking to his forehead slightly. Forest green eyes shimmered slightly under the bright lights. Even though his skin had been scrubbed clean, right down to the bone, it still retained its light almond colour.

He resisted the urge to touch his face, his bottom lip still retaining a sore, red split down the middle from when Silas had backhanded him across the face. It wasn’t bleeding anymore.

Brooke came in with a hair dryer, blowing pleasant, hot air against his hair. Her fingers genty ran through the locks, and Luke let himself shut off for a moment. It wasn’t easy to forget there were vampires in the next room over, swarming this entire building, but it was a little easier to swallow when he was surrounded by his own kind, and only them.

Brooke then gently combed his hair, her eyes flickering up curiously. “Did you have anything like this?”

Luke blinked, momentarily pulled out of his daze. “Huh?”

“I mean,” she paused, tilting her head. “This is probably a big cultural shock for you.”

It had been in the back of his mind, all of these strange contraptions and customs and things he would never know existed when living in the middle of nowhere. He had been far more focused on avoiding an unpleasant fate, but Brooke was right. He was more concerned about Ten; whether he was thinking the same things, being alone in such a scary, unfamiliar place. His heart ached.

“Yeah,” he sighed, picking at the sleeves of the dressing gown. Definitely a big culutural shock. Cali helped dress him, simple clothes that were still silky and soft against his clean skin. He smelled strongly of tea tree too, a scent that was supposedly going to cling to him.

Lillia tucked his necklace under the clothes.

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If I give Luke a plush bunnie, would he like it?

Nope. He isn’t a plush bunny sort of guy, but if you gave it to him, he would probably hand it off to Ten to have instead.

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Is Justinian going to be prominent in Ten's story?

He will, considering he’ll be Ten’s sire (since he was the one who turned him). Justinian will get more development and we’ll learn a lot more about him as time goes on.

I’ve planned the start of Ten’s arc, and will hopefully get to writing it soon once Luke’s story kicks off a little more :)

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I'm curious to see what happened between Ten and Justinian when he ran away? How did he manage to get vampire blood in his own?

cw: hypnosis, minor injury

Ten found the Collared Forest was a lot scarier than he initially anticipated. Maybe it was because he could barely see, with the strips of moonlight scarcely lighting his way, and the unnatural quietness that surrounded him.

He gripped his new bow tightly, lip pressing into a thin line. Nerves crept up his arms. He tried to shake it off, squinting around him.

This should be far enough.

All he had to do was backtrack, and he’d be straight back to the camp before anyone even realised he was gone.

Setting his quiver down on the ground, Ten fumbled to take an arrow out, trying to hold the bow as he’d seen Luke do it. He gripped it tight, struggled to get the end of the arrow against the string - it slipped a good few times when he tried to pull it back, making him frown deeply.

How did Luke make it look so easy? He had really wanted to surprise him tomorrow. If Ten could show off his skills, then he didn’t doubt Luke would be proud of him. He really wanted the older boy to be impressed with him.

The leaves crinkled under his feet as he let the arrow go, flopping a few feet in front of him.

Ten’s lip jutted out into a pout.

It was lucky he was getting some practice in before Luke could see him. His eyes had well and truly adjusted to the darkness as time passed by, a few arrows lost in the bushes and his fingers aching from the amount of times he’d tried to hold the tough string in that unnatural position.

No arrows had hit a target, now being one of the many tree trunks surrounding him, and the arrows didn’t make it very far. He was getting better, though.

He hoped.

Wiping a sheen of sweat from his brow, he pushed his moppy hair off his forehead, sucking in a sharp breath. It was starting to get a little cold now, and the vast expanse of darkness surrounding him was beginning to make him uneasy. Once that thought sunk into him, he couldn’t shake it off.

He should probably head back now before Mary’s intuition drew her from her sleep, and she realised Ten was gone. Picking up the final arrow from the ground, he quickly turned to backtrack to the camp when—

Ten froze.

He spun, his eyes darting around him as his heart slowly lodged into his throat. Where had he come from? Ten didn’t know direction he’d come.

With his heart starting to race in his chest, he suddenly felt very sick. Gripping both the arrow and the bow tightly in his palms, he shuffled across the crunchy leaves, starting to walk. He skidded to a stop after a moment, his breath hitching.

It all looked the same. Both familiar, and unrecognisable, a mind numbing oxymoron that had him questioning if he was right or not.

A whimper bubbled from his lips before he could stop himself. Picking his feet up, Ten began racing through the forest, winding through the trees as swiftly as he could. It was difficult to see the moon through the thick tops of trees, and Ten felt fear strike straight through his heart.

His belly twisted at the thought of being lost. A cry slipped off his tongue before he could stop himself.

“Luke!” He screamed, the panic having now hit him like a freight train, wrenching his head around in a desperate, hopeless attempt to recognise something. “Luke?”

His foot snagged against something hard, and he was kissing the dirt with a hard slam, all of the air knocked out of his lungs. He felt the arrow snag across his palm, a surging sensation of pain tearing the flesh apart.

He gasped, shakily sliding to his knees and clutching his bloody hand to his chest, a choked sob catching in his throat.

Ten’s eyes caught the broken bow twisted in the ground, and they were suddenly filling up, a small whine slipping past his lips.

“Luke...” He croaked, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth when his hand flared in pain, staring in horror at the fresh blood pooling in the palm of his hand. He could taste dirt on his tongue, and leaves crumpled in his hair. “Ow, ow...”

He clutched a shaking hand to his chest, curling up a little as a small sob escaped him.

It was so quiet here. He didn’t even hear any birds, not like the ones near camp. Ten had just wanted to be good at something Luke liked, and he’d gone and got himself lost. Everyone was going to be so disappointed in him.

From beside him, Ten heard a leaf softly crinkle, and then a hand gently cupped his shoulder. He flinched violently without meaning to, and for a moment, he thought his prayers had been answered and Luke had come to help him.

But this man was blond. He wasn’t Luke. In fact, Ten didn’t recognise him at all, and those gleaming red eyes in the darkness gave away everything about him within a second.

Fear twisted in his stomach, and Ten tried to scramble back. The vampire paused, pulling his hand away.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he spoke, his voice tender and even kind. Pain flared in his palm, and it was difficult to decide what to focus on. He froze on the spot. “Hey, it’s alright. Look.”

The vampire knelt down, pulling a clean cloth out of his pocket, and flashing it towards Ten, as if making sure he knew it wasn’t a weapon of some sorts. Ten felt fidgety and anxious, but his watery eyes gingerly glanced towards the handkerchief. The vampire seemed pleased at that.

“Would you let me clean it?” He asked gently, tilting his head. “That’s all. You hurt yourself rather badly.”

Ten’s heart was pounding against his chest. He remembered everything Luke had told him about vampires - that there were scary creatures, dangerous creatures, that they fed on their blood, and that he should never engage with one.

But still, against his better judgement, the throbbing of his palm and the sticky blood between his fingers was making him increasingly uncomfortable, and this vampire was nothing like what he’d been told.

Ten slowly inched his hand towards him.

The vampire smiled warmly, and slowly took his wrist, tugging his hand a little closer. His skin was cold to the touch, and Ten winced a little at the contact as it sent a shiver up his spine. He began to wipe around the wound, mopping up the excess blood.

Ten stared at him dumbly. Tears still steadily rolled down his cheeks, not just from the presence of the dangerous creature, but from the fact he had destroyed Luke’s birthday present.

“You’re a vampire,” he whispered dumbly.

The creature glanced at him. “Yes, I am. My name is Justinian.”

Ten didn’t give him his name.

“Are you...” His voice failed him, and he swallowed the words. “Are you going to drink my blood?”

The vampire stilled, and then a soft, almost breathless chuckle escaped his lips. He continued to mop up the blood, this time gently dabbing the fresh wound. Ten’s spine stiffened.

“Does it look like I’m planning on drinking your blood?” Justinian countered, and Ten’s expression wrinkled in discomfort as he continued to apply gentle pressure to the wound. It was shaking uncontrollably, but the creature had a steady grip on him. He sniffled softly, jerkily shaking his head.

“No?” He squeaked, his voice wobbly. “Are you?”

Justinian let out another breathless laugh. “Of course not.”

Ten’s throat bobbed, swallowing uneasily. Wasn’t that what vampires did? Luke had told him they were the most dangerous creatures that roamed the Earth, that they were safe as long as they stayed within the camp. His bottom lip wobbled pathetically. He wanted to go back home.

“What are you doing out here so late, and by yourself?” Justinian suddenly asked him, causing Ten to swallow the small whimper bubbling in his throat.

“I got lost,” he croaked, voice failing him. Pain shot through his palm when the vampire continued to dab the wound, and Ten couldn’t help but let out a strangled cry, trying to jerk his arm back. Justinian had the strength to keep him there, but he let go easily enough. His eyes seemed to soften in sympathy. Ten wondered if he was even a vampire at all.

“I know a much better way to heal it,” he rumbled gently, motioning to his wound. Ten sniffled, trying to distract himself from the throbbing pain. Blood was still pouring out of the wound, dripping onto the leaves underneath him and sinking into the dirt. He watched hesitantly as Justinian rolled up the cuffs of his pristine sleeves, bringing his wrist to his mouth.

He saw a flash of sharp fangs tear over the smooth skin, and his heart surged into his throat. Justinian seemed to notice his discomfort, fresh blood pooling from the wound.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” the vampire assured him. “Vampire blood, for a human like you, has healing properties. It’ll seal up that wound of yours within minutes.”

Ten shifted uncomfortably, rigid and unsure. Drinking blood didn’t seem right - that was what vampires were supposed to do, not him. As Justinian inched closer, Ten couldn’t stop himself from leaning back apprehensively. The vampire stilled, a small smile spreading across his lips.

“Have I given you a reason not to trust me?” He asked, making Ten hesitate.

“You’re a vampire,” he answered quietly. Justinian only repeated the question.

“Have I given you a reason not to trust me?”

Ten pondered on whether it was a trick question, before hestiantly opening his mouth, an unsureness surrounding him as he answered. “No?”

Justinian nodded - Ten supposed he was right. Luke had told him a vampire wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him and drink his blood on sight if he ever stumbled upon one, but even with the sticky, coppery blood streaming from his own wound, the vampire hadn’t tried to drink it. Nor had he even attempted to hurt Ten.

Regardless, the torn flesh was really starting to throb, and he wanted the pain to go away. As if noticing the hesitance start to slowly ease from his eyes, Justinian shifted forward, one hand cupping the back of Ten’s head softly.

“It won’t taste very nice,” he warned, and Ten cringed as he brought his wrist up to his mouth. His nose wrinkled, but let his fingers gently hold onto Justinian’s arm for support as he lapped at the blood unsurely. After a little more coaxing from the vampire, Ten was frowning deepy and slowly sucking blood from the wound, the liquid almost burning his tongue and sending an unpleasant taste across his mouth.

Justinian patted his head softly, his eyes gleaming a little in the darkness. His lip twitched into a subtle smirk.

“A little more,” he encouraged, only met by an annoyed huff from Ten. Justinian chuckled breathlessly. “I know.”

When he finally moved his wrist from his mouth, Ten made a retching sound, scrubbing the blood from his lips with desperate vigour. He shuddered a little at the metal aftertaste in his mouth, a strange tingling sensation spreading through his limbs. That was one of the strangest things he had ever done.

“That was so gross,” he whined, cringing. The vampire had gently taken his wrist in his hands once more, mopping up the last of the blood on his palm. Ten didn’t even notice.

“Indeed,” he rumbled. “But, look.”

Ten’s eyes drifted over to his palm, where Justinian swiped the cloth one final time over the flesh to reveal there was no wound. The skin was smoothed over, as if it had never been cut in the first place, not even a scar or a slither of pain remaining. Ten’s eyes widened, running a finger over the flesh softly.

“Wow,” he gasped, flexing his fingers in curiosity. “It’s…It’s healed.”

Justinian tilted his head as a big grin spread across Ten’s face, staring up at him gratefully. His red eyes seemed to gleam even brighter, and the kid couldn’t help but blink slowly at the unnatural colour. It was unlike anything he had seen before. The vampire’s lip curved into a smirk.

“I told you,” he hummed, folding the small cloth over. “Say, that name I heard you shouting before.”

Ten nodded slowly. “Luke?”

“Luke,” Justinian repeated, gently stroking the kid’s cheek with his knuckle. He nuzzled a little into the touch. “Who is he?”

Ten’s brain suddenly felt very foggy. His eyelids were all droopy and he wondered if it was because it was the middle of the night and he should be sleeping. His brain barely registered what Justinian was saying anymore, but his heavy tongue still managed to push out an answer.

“My,” he felt his tongue tie. “My…”

The vampire hummed, gently tilting his head up. He found himself sinking further into those red, gleaming eyes. “That’s it,” he encouraged.

“My friend,” he answered quietly, voice soft. “My big brother.”

That was weird. Ten had never called Luke his big brother before, only ever to himself in the confines of his own mind. Justinian hummed again, and Ten let out a sleepy little huffle.

“Your big brother,” he mused. “Alright. I have some friends I’d like you to come and meet first. You can tell me all about where you live, and then we’ll take you back to your big brother. Does that sound alright?”

Ten really wanted to see Luke right now. He dazily nodded his head, and the vampire took him by the hand, lifting him onto his feet. He swayed a little, but there was a firm hand on the back of his neck keeping him from falling. He sighed happily, almost feeling as though he was floating, all of that panic he should be feeling snuffed out like a candle light.

Justinian gently lifted him into his arms next, and Ten placed his head on his shoulder, content and relaxed. His broken bow was scooped up from the ground.

It was like the vampire wasn’t even walking, the leaves making no sound within his feet, watching the trees move by him in a blur as his mind filled with all sorts of fuzzy, pleasant thoughts.

Ten could stay like this for a little while longer. He was sure Luke wouldn’t mind.

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Royal Bought: Complete Masterlist

General/brief content and warnings:

🏹 Luke’s Arc: vampire whump, non-human whumper, defiant whumpee, human auctions/trafficking, pet whump, hypnosis.

🍂 Ten’s Arc: none, apart from (temporary) character death, hypnosis and vampiric turning at the beginning.

💌 Ileana’s Girls: vampire whump, lady whumper, non-human whumper, multiple lady whumpees, hypnosis, conditioning, polygamy.

Information: the numbers beside each chapter indicate the writing order they’re written in. All stories are listed in chronological order. Although the stories can overlap and some are repeated, the emoji’s indicate who the chapters belong to mainly. For example, 🏹’s appear within Ten’s first few chapters of his arc because he makes an appearance, and it’s beneficial in understanding the origins of his story. However, they are mainly Luke’s chapters and are from his point of view.

🏹 Luke’s Arc

Growing up in a distant camp away from vampire civilisation, Luke has lived a life of constant fear and the unknown. When a vampire is thrown into his path under alarming circumstances after threatening somebody he cares deeply about, Luke is carted away to the kingdom and prepared to be bought and sold at one of their famous auctions; by none other than a Royal.

Note: Don’t like lady whump? Chapters 6-11 contain a (temporary) lady whumper. If you’d like to skip them, here’s a masterpost briefly summarising these chapters.

Hunting Deer (#1)

Upon Gates (#2)

Child’s Play (#3)

Underground Cattle (#4)

Sampling (#5)

Pretty Girls (#6)

Thorns and Roses (#7)

🍂 Ten’s Arc

When the vampire Justinian finds him in the Collared Forest, Ten was oblivious to the fate that would be in store for him. When he’s tricked into drinking vampire blood and subsequently murdered, Ten finds himself waking up as a bloodsucking creature of the night. Alone in an unfamiliar world, Ten adjusts to being an immortal child and the new life ahead of him.

🏹 Hunting Deer (#1)

Enter Justinian (Bonus)

🏹 Upon Gates (#2)

🏹 Child’s Play (#3)

💌 Ileana’s Girls

The story of three strangers, who are forced into unforseen circumstances when they’re abducted and planned to be sold off to any vampire that will pay for them. But their fates become irrevocably intertwined when they catch the eye of Ileana, a beautiful vampire attracted to pretty humans. And pretty things deserve to be spoiled, don’t they?

coming :)

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Questions:

Ten’s Arc and Minor Whump (Short answer: there is none)

Justinian’s Significance

Plush Bunny

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Royal Bought: Sampling #5

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content warnings: vampire whump, defiant whumpee, human auction house, captivity, manhandling, minor blood

The vampire’s grasp was unrelenting, but that was to be expected when Luke had done something as stupid as spit in his face.

He could still taste the sticky glob of blood between his teeth, pooling from his split lip, a numbing, throbbing sensation having replaced the aching pain by now. The tip of his boots clipped against the edge of the stairs as he was unceromiously hoisted up, his eyes watering.

Luke heard the clang of the door being pushed open, revealing a more modern interior as he was led — or better yet, dragged — down the corridor. It was buzzing with workers passing by, mostly vampires, but even then, Luke caught a glimpse of some of the blank faced humans working obediently.

It sent a shiver down his spine.

No one really paid attention to them, all except the occasional glance, no doubt due to Luke’s bloodied face and the way he was being manhandled down the corridor. Was it uncommon for humans to fight back? He didn’t think it was that, so much. They were merely glancing at him as if he was this wild, untamed dog with no manners.

The vampire eventually came to a stop in front of a door, pushing Luke inside the room with a hard shove. He staggered, the grip on his hair having been released, a cry of relief coming from his sore scalp. The door was shut behind him, and even though Luke wanted to wrench his head around and send a deadly glare towards the creature, he was more taken aback by one sat on a comfortable looking couch in front of him.

This vampire looked older, his lips pulled into a calming smile.

The room was strange to Luke. He had grown up in a camp in the middle of the wilderness, making use of anything they could around them to live. There were things in here that he had never seen before - more namely, the light source of the room. There were no windows here, and yet, the place was not shrouded in darkness.

Luke’s eyes wandered around in confusion.

“Welcome,” the older vampire hummed kindly, gesturing to the space in front of him. “Please, take a seat.”

There was a table with rectangular sheets of paper and what seemed to be some sort of small kit of tools. Luke’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, throwing a subtle glance over his shoulder. The previous creature had closed the door behind him, remaining in the room. He was looking at Luke with disdain etched into those hardened features.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” the older vampire lulled, drawing Luke’s attention back to him like a magnet. He swallowed uneasily at the pleasant aura the vampire was exuding. His voice was soothing and calm. Why? Wasn’t he here to be sold off? “I know this all might be a little new and confusing for you. Let me introduce myself: my name is Silvan. And you must be Luke.”

Luke shifted uncomfortably at the knowledge of his name, uttered with such confidence. Silvan must have been quite an old vampire, considering the skin on his pale face was slightly weathered, and there were hundreds of years lingering in his eyes. He was wearing a tailored suit, black on dark raspberry sorbet, contrasted against his greying hair.

Silvan’s eyes were intense, even when Luke wasn’t looking at them, and it was like they were stripping every personal detail from him with ease. His voice was like smooth velvet when he spoke, low, dulcet tones coming from his tongue.

“You lived beyond the Collared Forest, am I correct?”

The first vampire moved silently behind him, as if his feet didn’t even touch the ground. When Luke glanced at him again, he had retreated from the door, boxing him in. Unlike Silvan, this was a clear warning to sit down and do as he was told.

Luke’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the taste of copper still fresh on his tongue. Against his better judgement, his legs managed to gain some of their strength back, and he begrudgingly circled around the plush couch, sitting opposite the older vampire. The material was incredibly soft, and Luke wondered what it was made from, how it was shaped in such a peculiar way, and if everything here was this comfortable.

“Why do you care?” Luke gritted out, his narrowed eyes watching the older vampire like a hawk as he reached for some soft tissues out of a box, holding them out for him to take. He didn’t.

“Ah, I’ll take that as a yes then, I suppose,” he mused, brow cocked in amusement. His pointed eyes flitted over to the other vampire with a hum. “His blood?”

“He was misbehaving,” he sniffed codly, nose turned up. “He’s ill mannered and has a ridiculous temperment.”

Luke was almost offended. They were talking about him as if he couldn’t hear them.

“The scent will spread fast, Silas,” the older vampire sighed deeply, his head tilted and hands back in his lap. He didn’t look like he was even considering Luke’s blatant rudeness for ignoring the tissues handed to him.

“So do rumours,” Silas spoke smoothly. “It won’t matter in the end.”

Luke’s fingers twisted into his thighs. The older vampire’s gaze had almost softened for a brief moment when his eyes wandered back over to him, as if remembering that Luke was here and they had a job to do. Judging by the kit on the table and the way the other boy had informed him that humans were hoarded off for “sampling”, he figured this was exactly that. A sampling of his blood to determine if he was expensive produce, he didn’t doubt.

“The process can be pleasant if you just behave,” Silvan smiled warmly, speaking to him as though he would be inclined to take him up on that advice. “You’re very important to us. We don’t want to have to hurt you to keep you in line.”

He found that hilarious; vampires weren’t exactly a beacon of truth. The sticky blood on his face and the numbness of his lip was a reminder that they had no issue hurting their livestock if it meant keeping them in line.

“Bullshit,” Luke hissed, his nose wrinkling in disdain. “Important? You’re selling us off like cattle.”

“Cattle?” The older vampire mused. “You’re not cattle. We pride ourselves on taking care of our merchandise. We make sure you’re all healthy, fed well, given the proper care and attention when you need it.”

“You sell us,” Luke breathed, his voice almost breathless from even having to utter such horrifying words.

“What happens when you’re bought has nothing to do with us,” Silvan informed firmly, as if that justified the crowd of humans they had awaiting their horrible fate down below. “But here, Luke, you’re safe. If you don’t behave, then we, unfortuantly, have to take the necessary precautions to keep you in line.”

Luke licked his lip. The flesh flared with a raging intensity for a brief moment, and he could map out the distinct tear. Almost to make a point. Silvan noticed it, but he didn’t comment, head tilted in curiosity.

“Physical violence will, of course, be enforced if you don’t cooperate,” the older vampire hummed. “But as I’m sure you know, we have much better, and much tamer, methods. They can feel good.”

He made sure he wasn’t looking at Silvan’s eyes. He felt himself shivering at the memories of Justinian’s compulsion, not wanting his own bodily autonomy to be stripped away from him like that so easily.

“Feel good?” He echoed bitterly.

“Of course,” Silvan smiled. “Some things can be quite euphoric. Compulsion can relax the mind and the body. Even a feeding, if handled properly, can feel good for you, too.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Many humans quite enjoy it,” the older vampire chuckled softly. “They offer themselves up willingly. That’s the price of cooperation in this place. As a human who grew up beyond the Collared Forest, I don’t expect you to understand fully just yet.”

Luke’s chest bubbled with an irritated scoff. His leg was bouncing anxiously at a continuous pace.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He growled slowly, not missing the way Silvan gestured to Silas for a brief moment, who stepped around the table to collect the tissues the older vampire handed to him. Luke suddenly went tense on the couch when Silas turned to face him again.

“You are somewhat of delicacy,” Silvan hummed, treading carefully as if he was pondering on the words as he said them. “It’s rare for there to be humans who lived so far from our territory here. You’ll cause quite a stir in the markets once word spreads around. Especially if the scent of your blood is anything to go off.”

His fingers twitched, itching to reach for his necklace and squeeze it tight for any sort of stability. His heart began racing even faster than before, throwing him for a loop. His adrenaline surged as Silas stepped closer.

“Am I supposed to appreciate that? That I’m good money for you?” He hissed coldly, leaning away from the vampire as prowled closer. “Stay away from me.”

His demands were ignored.

“You want to sample this blood?” Silas asked, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of Luke’s face. A hand closed around his forearm, yanking him back across the couch with a force that gave his shoulder an ache and his skull a wobble.

“No,” Silvan hummed, rising from the seat himself, and leaning down to collect something sharp from the tool kit in front of him. “I’d like it fresh from the vein. But, please. Wipe his face - and let him struggle.”

Maybe it was a cruel demonstration of how no matter how hard Luke fought against this, there was nothing he could do against them. No matter how many times he thrashed, ignored the throbbing pain from the tight holds, or retaliated with his own kicks and smacks, there was nothing he could do.

Silas had him easily pinned down on his back, one single hand locking his wrists together above his head. The vampire’s knee crushed into his ribs, pressing down uncomfortably onto his lungs, careless of Luke’s comfort as he wiped the blood from his face. Luke’s legs kicked out, breathing heavily between clenched teeth, screaming muffled curses and insults against the hand clamped over his mouth, tissues soaking up any fresh blood from his wound.

Silvan was hovering over him now, and Silas easily wrenched his head to the side, exposing the flesh of his neck. Goosebumps exploded across the expanse of skin, and squeezed his eyes shut tight.

“It’ll sting only for a moment,” Silvan warned him calmly, the feeling of cold hands prodding against his neck making him squeal. He felt a sharp prick, his body seizing against his own will. The older vampire pressed something cold against the area, gave it a couple swipes, and then drew away. Silas’ disgruntled expression darkened for a second, letting Luke stew in the position for a moment, before finally letting go of him.

He slapped a hand to his neck, sitting up so fast he’d almost gone dizzy.

“What did you do?” He snapped, his voice still trembling from the hysterics he’d built himself up to. His heart was pounding hard against his ribs. Silvan pinched the small, blood coated needle with his fingers, opting to ignore Luke for a moment. He swiped the needle swiftly against his tongue, giving himself a moment to taste the blood. Silvan then hummed, folded the needle between a white napkin, and placed it down on the table.

“Interesting,” he merely commented, and Luke awkwardly rubbed the side of his neck. “Though, I am not suprised. It’s guaranteed his blood will attract many well-off vampires.”

Silas dumped the bloody tissues in the bin. He didn’t look pleased by the situation at all, his eyes darkened and his expression grim. He wasn’t fatigued by Luke’s struggle at all, having not even broken a sweat, it seemed, or put in hardly enough effort to even quicken his breathing compared to him, who was still trying to catch his breath.

“He’s rabid,” Silas sneered. “Doesn’t matter how attractive his blood is. No one will take him with such an imputent temperament. None that could match the price, certainly.”

Silvan took a seat once more, throwing one leg over the other languidly as he observed Luke with those gleaming eyes, as if calculating exactly what he had in store for him. He clenched his jaw, trying not to let any slither of fear pass over his face. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction if his fight caused them this much trouble. Luke wasn’t going to make himself easy to sell.

“We have plenty of time to prepare before the auction,” Silvan informed, though he seemed to be talking to Luke as well. He refused to catch his eye. “We’ll give you an opportunity to settle into your circumstances, Luke. I understand this is difficult for you, but there is no denying the inevitable.”

Bitter resentment, as well as this cold, crackling helplessness cut through him like a knife. His voice had almost lost its strength. “Fuck you…”

Silvan only smiled warmly.

“I’ll be sending you to Ileana, now,” he explained, his hands interlocked on his lap casually. “She will take care of everything from there. She’s be your handler, and believe me, our aim here is to take very good care of you. You’ll be provided quality food, clothes, and a room to stay.”

Luke bristled. “Lucky me, huh?”

Silas’ eyes narrowed an inch. “She will also be teaching you how to best accommodate your master, or mistress. It won’t be good for you to misbehave, Luke. We’re giving you the benefit of the doubt because of your…” He gave him a subtle once over. “...unique upbringing, but push your luck, and we will, unfortunately, have to risk completely stripping your mind.”

He remembered the humans he’d seen down the corridor. Lifeless eyes, blank faces, mindlessly following their orders. An empty shell to be used. A horrible shiver rolled down his spine at the thought, and he was sure Silvan caught on to the way his heartbeat quickened.

“You don’t want that, do you, Luke?”

“I don’t want any of this,” he croaked.

“Well,” Silvan hummed, unsympathetic. “That is something you will have to come to terms with.”

The older vampire suddenly straightened, glancing at a unique looking contraption on his wrist. Luke eyed it wearily.

“We need to press on and sample the rest of the humans,” Silvan smiled, his gaze flickering over to Silas with a beaming smile. “Please take him to Ileana and bring me the next one.”

Luke’s expression soured when Silas grasped his arm tightly, yanking him onto his feet. He gave a firm tug, but he wasn’t going to shake the vampire’s grip from him, not without a miracle. He could feel Silvan watching him go intently, his voice rising when he got to the door.

“Good luck, Luke,” the older vampire grinned, flashing his fangs. His voice went right through him, making his stomach twist. “Have a pleasant stay.”

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Is there going to be minor whump with Ten in the new series at all? if we see him again.

No minor whump.

Ten is going to have his own complete arc alongside everything that’s happening with Luke, but his arc is not whump. I don’t want to spoil my future plans for him, but we will see Ten’s (I promise, it’s pleasant) journey after having been turned by Justinian.

Thank you for asking! I’m glad I could clear it up pretty early on :)

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Royal Bought: Underground Cattle #4

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content warnings: vampire whump, multiple human whumpees, defiant whumpee, kidnapping, captivity, implied human auctions, minor violence, minor blood

It felt like there was this thick fog over Luke’s skull, making it difficult to determine if he was still dreaming, or if he was being eased back into consciousness.

There was a distinct ringing in his ears, a plethora of fuzziness, and a sheen of cloudiness over his eyes that wouldn’t fade away. He was sure he could still see streaks of red, the distinct gleam of Justinian’s eyes making his thoughts melt away, before he was able to shake off the horrible feeling creeping up his skull.

He was distinctly aware of the cold floor underneath him. It was like a plug of numbness was slowly lifting off him at a tantalising pace, letting his last memories trickle into him.

Luke’s chest tightened, a wheezy cough escaping him as he sucked in a ragged breath. The confrontation with the vampire, Ten’s scared face and his expression before the creature had taken his head and—

He could have thrown up.

He twisted, taking in the sensation of cobble beneath his palms, icey to the touch. It tingled all the way up to his wrists, and Luke shook off the last encroaching invasion of blurriness of his vision, forcing his heavy head up to take a look around. He was locked in a room; it was massive, with arched, long windows that let the sunlight stream inside, brightening the place up.

When he saw the humble amount of humans with him, he realised this wasn’t a room at all. It was more like a prison cell, just disguised all pretty to make it seem homely. An illusion - judging by the faces on some of these humans, it wasn’t all it seemed to be.

Luke slowly sat up, his head swimming. His lip twitched in discomfort at the stuffy feeling that seemed to linger, feeling grateful to be distracted by the small, light pink piece of clothing that tumbled off his shoulder, and into his lap. His fingers gently ran over the fabric, knowing it didn’t belong to him.

“Sorry,” came a timid voice from beside him. He craned his head around, meeting the face of a pale girl with ginger hair. “That’s mine. You were shivering in your sleep, and I thought you were cold.”

Luke swallowed, his throat painfully dry. “Oh. Thanks.”

He peeled it off him, handing it back to her. Judging from the icy numbness in his limbs, it hadn’t done that well in keeping him warm. But he appreciated the gesture, something kind while he had the crushing weight of Ten’s fate pressing down on him.

The fact that the last time he’d seen him, he’d been coddled into a vampire’s arms, the ringing words of “immortal children” leaving a disgustingly sour taste on his dry tongue. His stomach felt queasy at the entire thought. He had hoped that Ten might be in here with him, but with everything that happened, he knew that was highly unlikely.

“Do you…” The girl started, hesitating for a moment, as if she didn’t want to ask the question at all. “Do you know where you are?”

Luke could hazard a guess.

His eyes flickered over to the windows, beautiful sunlight streaming in. There were no bars stopping them from breaking the glass or even trying to break the lock and clamber out. It made a shiver hurdle up his spine that the vampires made a conscious choice to do that, knowing it wouldn’t matter, because they’d never get away.

“The Kingdom,” he murmured, turning back to the girl. Her expression softened, nodding her head softly.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “This is awful.”

Judging from the crestfallen expressions on everyone’s faces and the sullen silence, it didn’t seem like these humans had any experience in this position, all having been caught and carted here in the same way that Luke was. His eyes leapt towards the window again. There didn’t appear to even be a guard outside, and he shifted, the pins and needles easing in his legs.

“How long have I been here for?” He asked quietly, his throat raw. It was uncomfortable to speak. The girl’s eyes flickered nervously, fiddling with her fingers.

“It’s hard to keep track of the time,” she admitted softly. “But none of us have been here that long either. They brought you in shortly after us.”

Luke’s chest twisted. “The vampire that brought me in. Did he have blond hair? Was there a kid with him, brown haired, a bit small, probably sleeping?”

His voice cracked on the last word, knowing that Ten would have been anything but sleeping. He didn’t want to face the reality that Justinian had made a thrall out of the boy he cared so much about, that he’d done everything to try and save. His stomach lurched at the thought - he couldn’t get the image of Ten’s body in the grass out of his head, and he pressed a hand, hard, to his mouth, causing the girl’s eyebrows to raise.

“Are you okay?” She whispered, and after a dizzying second, Luke nodded his head.

“Yeah,” he forced out, swallowing stinging bile. “Fine.”

The girl licked her lips, eyes falling down gently as she answered the questions he’d proposed. “No, the vampire wasn’t blond. It was just one of the guards.”

Luke’s heart ached. “No kid?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

He rubbed a hand over his eyes, trying to steady the pounding of his heart. He was trapped in the kingdom, a place thriving with creatures of the night, and all of the stories of the humans who were unlucky enough to find themselves here came surging back to him.

Sold off like cattle, drained for a quick meal and tossed into Corpse Lake as though they were nothing, or compelled to be subservient slaves for their masters. Sometimes, they were treated like pets. Others like animals. Some mindless blood bags. It was a downright horrrible place to be as a human, and Luke, in his stupidity, had earned himself a one way ticket to the heart of all humans’ suffering.

“What exactly is this place?” He piped up, gesturing around them, unwilling to let himself sit and grovell about his fate. He wasn’t going to sit around and let himself become resigned to a life worse than death. Before the girl could answer, someone else piped in.

“Storage.”

The rough voice came from behind him, and Luke craned his round to see a blue eyed boy staring at him, eyes narrowed slightly. His face was twisted into a snarl, having sat away from the pleasant sunlight streaming inside, nestled comfortably in the shadows.

“They’ll come to collect us, one by one,” the boy scoffed, his brows furrowing into a deep frown as Luke gave him an unpleasant once over. “Sample our blood, decide how valuable we are. Sell us off to whoever buys us. That’s how they run the auction.”

Luke’s spine stiffened. “This is an auction house?”

The boy gave a mocking scoff. “Don’t you know anything?”

He gave the place another awkward glance, trying to take everything in without spiralling into panic. It was easy to be scared - not so easy to keep it together, but Luke was doing everything in his power to remain strong. The boy seemed to be taking everything in stride, and Luke wondered how he was so calm about this. Judging from the sunlight coming from the windows, they weren’t underground. This wasn’t some sort of hidden dungeon. What sort of huge building were they in?

Luke’s brows twitched, and he finally gave way to the temptation to hobble to his feet, swallowing down the wave of dizziness that hit him. His muscles were sore as he moved to the window, not missing the way the ginger haired girl almost sat up pin straight, her eyes widening.

“What are you doing?” She squeaked out.

Luke pressed his hands to the stone windowsill, feeling the brief trickle of sunlight on his face. Even though it was through a window, he was sure he could feel the faint heat. Like he was outside, bow in his hand, pulling back the string and shooting wistfully at his targets. He realised, with a heavy heart, that he might not ever get the chance to feel that again.

As he peered out of the window, he was greeted with the sight of an almost too perfect expanse of forest in the distance, craning his head to try and get a look as far as he could to the sides. He couldn’t get a glimpse of the kingdom itself, but the vast expanse of that beautiful scenery shocked him. He had grown up away from civilisation, so he was used to sights like these, but nothing so breathtaking.

The awe must have been evident on his face, because the boy had his intense eyes locked onto him, giving another curt scoff.

“If you grovell at their feet enough, I’m sure you could get a vampire to take you on a tour,” he sneered angrily, turning his nose up at Luke as he tilted his head away. He didn’t bother to retaliate, fingers clenching around the handle of the window, and giving it a hard tug. Locked. The girl swallowed uneasily, her wide eyes darting between the cell door and the window in terror.

“That’s really not a good idea,” she blurted, her voice shaking. “Please, come sit back down.”

“I’m not just going to sit here and let myself be sold off,” Luke responded, his voice tight. The lock wasn’t budging, and the glass looked pretty thick. He doubted there was anything he could use with enough force to break it in here. His thoughts clouded with Ten for a moment. He wondered how long it had been since that night, and where Ten might be right now. Somewhere in the kingdom, alone. Luke grit his teeth.

“Where did they pick you up from?” The boy suddenly cut in, his eyes narrowed onto Luke suspiciously. He figured these humans had all grown up somewhere within the borders of the vampire’s territories; most humans never lasted, though, and were either captured or brutally ripped apart at the throat for their discretion. He didn’t know who the unlucky ones were.

He considered ignoring him, but he was fixing him with a mean glare, causing him to pry his eyes away from the almost too beautiful sight before him. His shoulders sagged with a small sigh.

“I lived past the Collared Forest,” Luke mumbled out, and the boy’s brows faltered.

“The Collared Forest?” He echoed, a twinge of disbelief on his tongue. “There are really human settlements out there?”

Luke’s brows knitted slightly. He wondered if their camp was still standing. Emily’s haunting words about the fate of the human camp across Corpse Lake flared in his mind once more, and he wondered if, just like the others, their camp had somehow been breached. He released a shuddering sigh.

“Ours is the last,” he answered, turning away from him and diverging his attention back to the window. He gripped it harder this time, giving it a violent tug that had the frame rattling slightly. He grit his teeth together, ignoring the piercing pairs of eyes that were watching him.

“Must’ve been worth the trouble if they dragged you all the way from the other side of that forest,” the boy sneered, his lip curled into a small smirk. “I’d behave, if I was you.”

Luke felt a bubble of irritation pop. “Maybe you should mind your own fucking business.”

“You don’t know this place like I do,” the boy scoffed, a hint of mocking amusement in his tone. Luke gave another hard tug on the window, mostly fueled by the frustration he was starting to feel. With the stress of everything, it was easy for Luke to feel a little hot headed. He felt like he’d almost reached for the arrows in his non-existent quiver on his back, before realising everything of his back home had been completely abandoned. “I’d be mindful of your tongue before they decide you’re not worth it.”

Luke gave a yank on the window, hard enough that he felt the jarring pull on his shoulders, and a loud rattling noise filled the huge space of the cell. It wasn’t going to budge, he realised miserably, and when he turned around, the thoughts escaped him quickly enough when he realised there was a vampire standing in the middle of the room.

The cell door was open, and he was looking directly at Luke.

His heart lodged into his throat, almost hard enough to send him back into the windowsill. He avoided the creature’s eyes. He didn’t want to risk compulsion.

“You,” the vampire drawled, his voice stern but devoid of any emotion. He looked unbothered, but his presence still struck a chord within Luke’s chest. “Follow me.”

Luke wondered with a heavy heart if they were going to do something to him for trying to open the window. For attempting to make an escape. But he swiftly recalled the boy’s words, how they were picking them off one by one and taking them for what he had called “sampling”, and Luke realised it was his turn.

He swallowed, his throat bobbing uneasily.

His gaze flitted over to the girl, who was curled up against the wall, her expression wrinkled in fear and her gaze lowered. She wasn’t even looking at Luke. No one was.

The vampire gave an impatient shift, and Luke felt his expression twitch. This was miserable to watch. Miserable to be a part of - none of this was fair. They were human beings, how could they be so easily treated like they were nothing, bow to the vampires as though they were beneath the dirt they walked on? Seeing his own people like this? It was humiliating. It made him livid.

Ten wasn’t here. Luke didn’t have a reason to obey; he’d always had a tendancy to risk his own life without a second thought.

Luke’s expression tightened, his voice firm. His tongue fired up before he could even make up his mind. “Fuck you.”

The words caused the humans to visibly flinch. Some people gawked at him, and the vampire’s eyes even gleamed a brighter, intense red. He could only assume it was raw anger, especially since he next found himself beind slammed against the cobbled wall, with enough force that it ripped all of the air from his lungs. The creature’s hand was curled tightly around his throat, pinning him there with ease.

Luke choked on a wheezing gasp, his heart in his stomach.

“You should watch that mouth of yours,” the creature hissed, lip curled into a deadly snarl and revealing those fangs underneath. The hand tightened across his windpipe, sharp nails digging uncomfortably into the flesh. “Unless you would like us to cut your tongue out.”

The vampire gave him another hard knock against the wall, the back of his skull thudding against the cobble. Stars popped in his vision, a dizzying sensation slamming into him. Yet, with the last scrap of strength he could muster, Luke let his mouth fill with saliva, and he spat at the vampire’s face.

A glob landed on his cheek, and it took mere seconds for rage to contort along his ugly features. The back of his hand cracked hard against Luke’s face, with enough force to send him staggering. He landed painfully on his ribs, twisted awkwardly as the air forced its way back into his burning lungs. He spluttered on a painful cough, a coppery taste spreading across his tongue as he realised the sheer force of the backhand had split his lip open.

Before he could gather himself, relentless fingers twisted into his locks, dragging him onto his feet. Luke hissed through clenched, bloodied teeth, but fought against the vampire every step of the way as he was abruptly dragged out of the cell. He heard the doors click shut behind them, blood trailing down his chin and his head so dizzy he was suprised he was still on his feet.

“Keep struggling,” the vampire warned through gritted teeth, his pride having been wounded from a mere human defiling his face like that. He hefted him roughly up a flight of steep stairs. “Next time, I’ll do much worse.”

Luke’s hands were digging into the creature’s wrists to try and alleviate the pain from his scalp, but his strength was unmatched against that of a mere human.

He didn’t doubt he would. Luke still fought on every single step they took.

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Royal Bought: Child’s Play #3

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content warnings: vampire whump, hypnosis, temporary (child) character death, (child) vampiric turning, kidnapping

Luke tried to stifle the shuddering breath that was on the verge of his tongue. There was no way anyone would be stupid enough to invite the vampire in. Once they did, that was it. They would all lose their lives, or they’d be carted straight off to the kingdom.

But since Justinian was the only vampire present, he doubted that if the creature got inside, any of them would live.

One vampire enough to slaughter them all.

Emily was tense and rigid beside him. He didn’t doubt she thought Luke would do anything to save Ten, but he really hoped she didn’t think he was stupid enough to invite the vampire inside.

“If we let you in,” Luke started, trying to keep his voice steady. It was incredibly difficult with the sheer languid power that the vampire exuded, a creature that was superior to them in amost every single way,” you’ll kill us.”

Justinian grinned again, flashing his fangs. Luke supressed a shiver. “Not at all.”

The vampire’s eyes left Luke’s briefly to drop down to Ten instead, who didn’t even seem to react to the way his hand squeezed the back of his small neck a little more tightly. He hated seeing the kid like this - hated that he’d been forced to deal with a vampire alone, as an eleven year old child who didn’t even know any better. Who didn’t know, to the full extent, how ruthless and dangerous these creatures were.

A finger slipped under Ten’s chin, forcing his head to the side and back, staring directly at the vampire.

“The poor thing was lost,” Justinian crooned, and Luke had almost yanked an arrow out of his quiver. “He was terrified. Didn’t know his way back home. Isn’t that right?”

Ten made a wobbly, scared noise of agreement. Despite the compulsion, the vampire had left Ten’s mind to run as normal it seemed, and he didn’t want to imagine all of the raging, panicked thoughts that were racing through him. Justinian smiled in approval, turning back to Luke with a look in those gleaming eyes that said “I told you so.”

“See?” He hummed.

Luke sucked in a sharp breath. “Now he’s back. Let him go.”

The vampire’s smile suddenly looked tight. “What do you mean, let him go?” He glanced at Ten, still stroking the back of his neck gently. “It’s not like I’m holding him hostage.”

“Don’t fuck with me,” Luke bitterly chuckled out, his lip curling into a strained snarl. It probably wasn’t the best of ideas to make a vampire mad when Ten was stuck in its clutches, and could snap his neck with that hand at any given moment, but there was this restless desperation clawing at his chest. All he thought about all day was Ten’s safety.

Justinian continued to smile. “Invite me in.”

Luke seethed. “No.”

“You humans and your manners,” the vampire drawled. “You haven’t thanked me for bringing your offspring back. The least you could do is invite me in, don’t you think?”

His spine went stiff. It was like he was toying with them all, tempting each human soul to let a creature of the night inside their home. People’s eyes were flickering about, not even daring to breathe in case the vampire could hear them. Everyone had settled into the sidelines once they realised that Luke had unknowingly volunteered to be their spokesperson. Not even Emily had pried her lips open, which was severely out of character for the years she used them to complain.

His grip on the bow tightened. Justinian’s attitude felt like it was switching from cold and subtly threatening, to smugness and cruel amusement at the simplicity of the humans in front of him. It made his stomach twist.

“Thank you,” Luke breathed out, but it was difficult to sound sincere. “For bringing him back.”

The vampire raised a brow. His throat had gone all prickly from his pride, trying to close it up, but if the creature would take gratitude over signing their death warrants, he’d take a simple thank you any day. He seemed to consider the words that Luke had chewed up, before his lip twitched into a soft smirk.

“You’re welcome,” he drawled, patting the back of Ten’s neck softly. “You want him back? Come and get him.”

Luke bit the inside of his cheek. “Release him first.”

Those words seemed to strike a chord within the vampire, and his eyes darkened, even visible in the darkness of the night creeping up on them. Luke definitely didn’t miss the way his hand tightened against the back of Ten’s neck, pinching it. It sounded like Ten almost made a strangled, pained noise, but it was lodged in the confines of his throat. It set something fiery off in Luke’s chest.

“If you want him back so badly,” the vampire drawled, his voice having taken a stern tone that sent shivers racing down his spine,” then come and get him.”

Luke sucked in a sharp breath. It would be suicide, wouldn’t it? The vampire was clearly trying to lure him out, trying to use Ten as way for his little meal to wander willingly out of the safety of their camp. Even if he tried to get Ten into the camp before something could happen, the vampire’s reflexes would thwart that instantly.

He felt Emily’s hand on his shoulder, hot to the touch.

“Luke,” she murmured, in a way that told him she didn’t approve of this. When he tilted his head aside to look at her, it was like she was trying to keep her expression together as much as she could. She was tense, but just like him, just like everyone else, she was scared.

Luke’s stomach gave another sickening twist. This was his fault, wasn’t it? All of his hunts had encouraged Ten to run off, he’d made him his own bow that was now broken and coddled to his chest like it was still the most precious thing to him. He wanted Ten to be safe, and he would risk his life just to do it.

When he shrugged himself out of her grip, she didnt’t say anything. Didn’t stop him. If the vampire decided to kill him, then there would be nothing that he could do.

Luke couldn’t feel his legs when he took that first step. Getting closer and closer to the line that separated him from life and death.

But also from Ten.

The kid still hadn’t snapped out of it, but there was nothing he could do when Justinian was the one in control here. His grip on his bow was deadly. He didn’t even think he would be able to pry his own fingers from the sturdy wood if he tried.

Keeping his eyes down low, Luke didn’t dare make eye contact with Justinian now. The moment he passed the line, he had to push the presence of the creature to the back of his mind, and not fall into the deep hypnotic state he knew vulnerable humans could get themselves trapped into.

His feet stuttered to a stop at the line. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest, that he felt like he was going to be sick. But this was for Ten.

Luke sucked in a deep breath, and stepped over the line. It was deadly quiet from the campers behind him. No one even dared to utter a single word as he forced his numb legs over to Ten, slowly kneeling down in front of him. He kept his gaze focused on him, not daring to let it slip over to the vampire for even a moment. Justinian could probably hear how fast his heart was racing right now, the blood rushing to his head and making him dizzy with fear.

“Ten,” Luke whispered, his chest so tight he could barely even get the words out. He placed his bow on the ground. “Ten, look at me. Are you there?”

For a sickening, gut wrenching second, Luke considered whether Justinian was even going to release the kid, like he had planned to play a cruel joke on him the entire time. But then there was a flicker of lucidity in Ten’s eyes, and the kid’s expression suddenly lit up, no longer tense and blank and fixated. Terrified, watery eyes flitted up to meet his.

“Luke?” Ten croaked, clutching the broken bow even closer to his chest. When he went to glance at the vampire, he gently cupped his cheeks, forcing him to meet his eyes instead.

“Don’t look at him,” he whispered, more desperately than he would have liked. Ten’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he jerkily nodded his head. Luke realised his own breathing was audibly shaking in the night air, and he tried to put on his bravest face for the kid. He gently took Ten by the hand, rising to his feet, his whole body felt stiff with tension.

He left his bow. He didn’t even think about it.

“Just walk with me,” Luke breathed, almost pleading. “Look ahead. We’re going back now, alright?”

Ten plastered himself to Luke’s side as though he was velcro, and he was sure he could feel the tension and the terror radiating from him. The kid was shaking like a leaf in the wind, no doubt ready to collapse if Luke wasn’t gripping his hand tightly.

One step.

Another step.

He could feel the pinpricks of Justinian’s beady eyes following him as he led Ten to the gate, his foot almost passing over the threshold, ready to jerk Ten to safety as quickly as possible and—

Before they’d made it past the gate, Ten suddenly made a pained, whining noise, and Luke felt him suddenly fight against his grip, making him stiffen. He turned his head aside, glancing desperately over Ten’s wrinkled expression, contorted in pain, and the unwanted confusion stabbed relentlessly at him. His brows twitched.

“Ten,” he pleaded, his voice strained. “Come on.”

When he tried to tug the kid closer to him, he made another strangled hiss of pain, now digging his fingers into Luke’s arm as hard as he could to get him to let go, fighting against his pulling grasp with this squirmy desperation.

“It hurts,” Ten choked out, like there was this pressure around his throat that was making his voice weak. He whined again, and this time, Luke eased his grip on his hand, despite knowing that he wasn’t the one hurting him right now. When Ten skittishly took a few steps away from the gate, he noticed the wrinkled expression faded slightly, reopening his eyes. Luke choked on a breath.

“What did you do?”

The words came out breathless, but there was an underlying fury laced between them. He was still looking at Ten, but he was talking directly to Justinian. He kneeled down, cupping Ten’s face again and frantically inspecting him. The kid’s eyes were wide, dazed and confused. He faintly heard Emily sharply calling his name.

“Luke.”

Ten wasn’t under the influence of Justinian’s compulsion anymore. So why couldn’t he come inside the camp? What did the vampire do to him? He couldn’t contain the fiery rage bubbling inside of him.

All of those questions, and still, Luke knew the answer to them.

Ten wasn’t a vampire, that much he was sure of, and the vampire held no power over him. But who knows how long Ten had been with him. What the vampire had made him do. It sent him into a fit of rage to think there was vampire blood racing through Ten’s system right now, enough to make react impulsively in fury.

“What did you do?” Luke snapped again, his gaze wrenching towards the vampire with his lip curled into a deadly snarl. Immediately, his eyes met Justinian’s, and it was like something had hit him hard in the chest. All of the air was knocked out of his lungs, his vision tunneling through those glimmering, red eyes, and a complacent dizzines washed over him within seconds.

But Luke forced his eyes shut, and it felt like it was tearing his skull apart just to look away. The air barrelled back into him, and he hadn’t even realised he’d been swaying on the spot until Ten’s small hands on his wrists grounded him, shakily calling out his name. All it did was allow that anger to return like a storm, and before he knew it, he was reaching for an arrow in his quiver, and he was going straight for the vampire.

He heard Emily screeching for him to stop, but Luke was consumed by a different kind of red this time, his own.

Even though he thought he’d moved quickly, it was nothing compared to the reflexes and speed of a vampire. Before he could even blink, Luke felt something twist him into the ground with a hard slam, a hand fisted in his locks tightly, and others digging hard into his arms, twisting them behind his back. He tasted a mouthful of dirt on his tongue, sucking in a ragged, wheezy breath, before he realised that Justinian hadn’t even moved.

On him were two other vampires. And from the shadows, seemingly from the depths of the darkness, a dozen vampires appeared, scattered around them, and Luke faintly heard the soft gasp from Ten’s throat. He thrashed, straining against their hold, but nothing he did would break the strength of one vampire, let alone two.

He could hear people from the gate yelling as he was wrenched onto his knees, the uncomfortable pressure on his shoulder blades making him clench his teeth together to suppress a pained grunt. Ten kept trying to slowly back himself towards the gate, his eyes flickering frantically between each terrifying vampire that prowled closer, but each time, a look of discomfort would pass through him, and he’d be forced to shuffle a little further forwards to alleviate the pain.

This time, there was nowhere else for Luke to go when Justinian’s fingers dug into his jaw, wrenching his head upwards, and meeting his eyes before he had the intuition to close them shut. He instantly felt that swirling dizziness hit him again, being sucked into the tunnels of red.

“Quiet, now,” Justinian drawled, and Luke’s throat immediately closed up. “Be still. You brought this on yourself for lashing out, I’m afraid.”

When the vampire’s sharp fingers left his jaw, Luke realised he couldn’t bring himself to move, just like he’d been ordered. The vampire’s compulsion had him wired to the spot, the two vampires still keeping him on his knees in the uncomfortable, degrading position. He could only watch, his own mind dazed as the vampire took Ten by the arm in a soft grasp, and gently pulled him along, away from the gate.

The kid looked frightened, but Justinian was gentle with him, the same way he had been when he’d found them at the gate. Ten’s eyes were flickering around anxiously, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each scared intake of air. Justinian’s hands landed on his shoulders, settling behind him.

Luke stared.

He wanted to tell Ten that he was sorry. Tears were pooling in his eyes, and the kid was trembling, looking so tiny and vulnerable in front of the creature. Justinian’s hands left his shoulders, sliding up to his neck.

“Luke?” Ten whispered, his voice choking up. It sounded like he could barely get the words out, and his own mind was screaming for him to say something. To reassure him, to apologise, to say something so Ten wasn’t in such an awful position.

Justinian’s hands bracketed Ten’s head.

Luke’s heart broke. Even though he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, he could feel the familiar seething heat of tears sliding down his cheeks. The blurriness of his own tears made his vision even cloudier, and God, he prayed it would stay cloudy so he didn’t have to witness this. Ten was looking at him, big eyes confused and frightened, and as he opened his mouth to speak, Justinian snapped his neck.

His body thumped to the ground.

Even against the high pitched ringing that erupted in his ears, Luke could hear the horrified screams from the campers, the chaos that tore them apart as most fled from the gate, retreating back into camp. Luke wanted to scream, wanted to fight tooth and nail and go out bringing as much damage as he could to the vampire, but he was helpless.

Justinian stepped over Ten’s body.

He watched as a vampire knelt down beside him, and he was sure he heard another disgusting crunch as they set his neck right. The kid’s body was then gently scooped up into their arms, settled comfortably in the crook of their neck.

Justinian let out a soft sigh, tilting Luke’s head back with a single, cold finger.

“You and I both know the moment I found that kid, he was mine to do with as I pleased,” the vampire murmured by his ear, and Luke found himself going even more lightheaded when he forced their gazes together once more. “The stories of immortal children might seem tragic, but I assure you, it won’t be anything like that. Not that you’ll ever see him again.”

Justinian’s lip twitched into a languid smirk, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic lull.

“Relax,” he purred, and against his own discretion, Luke found himself doing just that, his mind and his body going slack. It was terrifying, but at the same time, he was too far in Justinian’s compulsion to think for himself. He just kept sinking, further and further, his eyes droopy and glassed over. The vampire swiped a thumb over his lips, admiring his face for a moment. “Oh, you’ll set the markets thriving.”

Luke didn’t have the strength to think of the implications of that, because he was falling, and he couldn’t stop. Justinian’s eyes pushed him deeper and deeper, until everything shut off, and he was gone.

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Royal Bought: Upon Gates #2

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Luke was up early the next day.

The heavy weight of exhaustion tugged on his eyelids, a soft, weary sigh escaping his lips. He was sure he felt his shoulder blades and spine popping as he sat up, feeling the distinct burn from his hunting yesterday.

Stretching his arms leisurely, Luke ruffled a hand through his hair before swinging off the bed, pulling on his boots. When that awful, morning haze was shaken off, he took his time preparing himself for the day. As he absentmindedly followed his automatic routine, he couldn’t help but admire the fact that Ten hadn’t come storming into his tent yet.

Last year, the kid had launched himself on top of him while he was still sleeping, and made so much noise until he finally managed to drag his dreary self out of bed. Maybe the excitement had actually tuckered him out this year round. Unlikely, but he could dream.

Luke’s eyes drifted to his bow as he pulled his shirt over his head, narrowing slightly. The conversation between him and Emily nagged at the back of his mind, but he forced it away. He didn’t want to be thinking about that when it was Ten’s special day. So, he shucked his jacket on, left his bow on the table, and left his tent.

The sun was particularly bright today, and there wasn’t a trace of a single cloud in the sky. It was bright and blue, almost damn near perfect weather.

Luke smiled softly to himself, feeling the wind tickle his cheeks. Ten deserved a perfect birthday, and even though he had no intentions of taking him out into the Collared Forest or even outside of the camp, there were plenty of targets he could practice with. Luke passed Rian’s place, giving the man a stone cold expression on the way past.

Trust Rian to recongise the deers from the forest.

It was a dead forest. There were no other living things out there apart from animals, and there were very little. Not even vampires found the need to wander aimlessly through such a large acre of land when no humans dared step foot in there. But it made for such a good hunting ground - the deers and various other animals were complacent, and not used to being hunted, so it made them easy prey.

As much as Luke hated taking the life of those beautiful animals, there were mouths to feed.

No amount of apologising would ever make him feel better about it, though.

“You could’ve just kept your mouth shut,” Luke grunted as he sauntered past, and the man’s hard expression didn’t falter, choosing not to dignify him with an answer. Good - Luke didn’t want him ruining his mood today.

When he ducked into Ten’s tent, he was met with a sight that made him stop in his tracks.

There was a small crowd, maybe about a handful of people, gathered around a bed. When Luke stepped forward, he noticed it was Mary who was perched on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands and her shoulders shaking with sobs. Emily was stood in front of her, and she was the only one who titled her head aside to meet Luke’s curious, but concerned gaze.

“...no trace, I don’t know where he is!” The woman sobbed, her muffled voice cracking inbetween. Mary wasn’t Ten’s mother, but she looked after him like one. The sight of her grief-stricken form and the fearful, sympathetic faces from the rest of the crowd made Luke’s heart sink in realisation.

“What happened?” He snapped, his voice more urgent than he had expected. He took a couple steps forward, feeling the heavy weight of his heart slamming against his ribcage. Mary didn’t even look at him, leaning into the touch of a woman who gently sat next to her, comforting her. It was Emily that spoke, her voice like a dagger through the air.

“It’s Ten,” she said. Luke’s chest twisted.

“Shut up,” he breathed, disbelief raging through his ears just as relentlessly as his own blood. He barged past the woman, who sternly called out his name in warning as he rushed towards the kid’s bed, his eyes depserately searching for the familiar arch of the bow he’d crafted just for him.

He checked the drawers, boxes, cupboards, under the bed, under his clothes. It wasn’t here.

Luke felt the rising, crushing pressure hit him like a train, running a desperate hand through his hair. He felt dizzy, spinning around a few times for good measure as his gaze swept his living space one more time, ignoring Emily’s grab for him.

He twisted out of her grip, heading straight for the flap of the tent again.

“Luke, stop!” Emily growled, catching up to him easily enough and digging her vice-like grip into his shoulder. He hissed as she jerked him back, enough to make him stumble, and he angrily wrenched away from her with a scowl.

“I have to go find him,” he heaved.

“I can’t let you do that.”

Luke’s face twisted into a deadly snarl. “Emily, he’s missing. He’s out there somewhere by himself and I have to go find him.”

When he made another move to leave, she snatched his forearm this time, and when he went to pull away, she wasn’t budging. He was firmly locked in place, and it only made his stomach contort tighter. What was Ten thinking, running off outside camp? Luke was so overrun with emotion, that he was almost on the verge of doing something really stupid.

“He’ll have to find his own way back,” Emily gritted out grimly between clenched teeth. “We can’t risk anyone else’s lives by looking for him. Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“Ten could be lost,” Luke snarled. “He’s just a kid, Emily. Don’t tell me you’re gonna leave him out there?”

“It’s the rules. It’s too dangerous.”

“Emily!”

“Do you see anyone else out there looking for him?” She hissed, her fingers twisting further into his skin and making him bite back a grunt of pain. “It’s suicide. Ten knows the rules, and he knows the consequences. We can’t have a band of our own people marching out in there and shouting across the damn hills for him. We’d be a walking meal for the vampires, and we’d lead them straight to us.”

Luke’s heart was pounding so hard in his ears, he could barely even hear her sickening justifications. And yet, there was still vengeful remorse eating away at his soul, because Ten would have never ran off if he hadn’t given him that bow. If he wasn’t someone Ten looked up to so much. His throat felt tight and hot.

“It’s his birthday,” Luke breathed, his voice cracking. “I’ll go alone. I can find him and bring him back.”

Emily’s eyes narrowed. “We aren’t vampire hunters, Luke.”

“You can spare one person,” he grit out. “He’s a child. How can you be so cruel?”

Mary was still sobbing. The tent had gone still, and when Luke’s eyes flickered to the small handful of campers, they were all looking away guiltily, their eyes fluttering with admission. He almost barked with laughter. Everyone was a coward.

“Maybe next time, you should be the one considering the consequences of your actions.”

Luke’s eyes gleamed. “Excuse me?”

Emily let go of his arm, and he roughly yanked it back. He could still feel the phantom sensation of her fingers digging uncomfortably into his flesh. “Go back to your tent, Luke. I don’t want to see you looking for him.”

Was he insane? Why was he the only person who thought this was heartless? Ten may have ran off on his own accord in the middle of the night, but he was eleven years old. Yet the hardened expression on Emily’s face, the ruthlessness in her eyes and the cowardice complacency from everyone else in the camp, answered that very question.

“Fuck you, Emily,” he breathed out, unbothered about her response. He turned and stormed out of there, leaving behind the faint sound of Mary’s bone wracking sobs to ring through his skull. His heart was hammering with a surge of pure adrenaline.

All he wanted to do was grab his bow, get his quiver, and go out there to find Ten.

To bring him back safely, so they could finally celebrate his birthday. Luke paused, releasing a livid, shaking sigh, his fingers twitching with the urge to hit something. As he passed the gate, he noticed a pair of beady eyed individuals staring intently at him. Luke walked on past.

It was clear Emily had no intention to let him leave.

Luke himself knew how dangerous it was out there. It was the reason why people didn’t look when campers decided to leave and never return. They could only imagine the sort of fate they’d succumbed to. Become lost, died naturally, killed by a vampire or snatched up by one of those blood suckers and whisked away to the kingdom. He knew Ten was a smart kid; smart enough to know that.

He found himself anxiously running his hands through his hair again. He couldn’t stop wandering, not wanting to go back to his tent, but unable to grab his bow and just leave with Emily’s lackeys by the gate.

News spread quickly around the camp.

There was this sullen shadow that fell over all of them, and it felt almost quieter. So quiet, contrasted against the raging thoughts that wouldn’t shut up in Luke’s mind, stuck in his skull. He’d avoided Emily and just about anyone who wanted to talk to him, as the day passed by too quickly for his own liking. People were on the lookout for Ten, but there had been no sign of him.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was his birthday; they were meant to be celebrating. He was meant to be teaching him how to use his bow, chortle at him missing the targets and having a sulk over it, or claiming that one day, he would be a better hunter than Luke.

His fingers crept to his necklace, squeezing the metal tight. The symbol felt like it was scorching into his palm, making his eyes squeeze shut. He hoped Ten was being just as brave as he knew he was. That he was safe, that he was fighting to find a way back. Praying that he hadn’t travelled far enough for some vampire to find him. He shuddered at the thought.

When the sun began to dip under the horizon and the sky turned a dark blue, Luke had had enough.

He grabbed his bow off the table, grabbed his quiver loaded with arrows, and left his tent with conviction in his steps. If he had to fight his way past Emily’s lackeys, then so what? He would find Ten - or die trying. He wasn’t going to give up on that kid, no matter the circumstance.

Except when he went outside, the air growing chillier as the night crawled in, Luke was almost stopped dead in his tracks. All of the campers were gathered by the gate. He could hear hushed, high pitched whispering, and he instantly rushed over, not caring if he barged into some people to get past. When he finally made it to the front, his heart gave out.

The gate was open. But standing there, was Ten. It wasn’t what terrified Luke the most. Because stood leisurely beside him, pale hand pinching the back of the kid’s neck in a firm hold, was a vampire.

“Ten,” Luke breathed, and when he went to take a step forward, something grabbed his forearm firmly. He didn’t need to turn aside to see that it was Emily. He swallowed, throat burning, and forced his stiff legs back an inch. The vampire was tall, with short blond hair that he could have sworn was almost glistening under the remaining shreds of orange sunlight peeking over the horizon. Each strand looked perfectly placed, complimenting the smoothness of his pale skin. Those red eyes were dim, but intense.

Luke swore his breath was forced out of his lungs when the vampire briefly made eye contact with him.

“Is he yours?” The vampire drawled to the crowd of humans, patting the back of Ten’s neck gently. The kid was pale, his skin almost as white as the vampire’s beside him, and his eyes were fixated on…something. He wasn’t making any attempt to so much as look at Luke, or any of the campers, for that matter. He looked tense, and with a twitch of his brow, Luke noticed that his bow was broken in half, clutched in his arms to his chest.

No one made a sound.

No one dared to, and even Luke found that his throat had closed up considerably. The vampire cocked a brow, before his lips curved into a smirk. Luke saw the flash of fangs.

“Maybe I should introduce myself first,” the creature hummed, and Luke’s chest tightened, fixated on the way the vampire’s thumb was gently stroking the back of Ten’s neck. “I’m Justinian Roch. I would have come in and delivered him myself, but, well…”

He gestured to the air around them.

“You’ve got this place set up rather nicely. I’m almost impressed.”

Luke forced himself to look away, and hadn’t even realised he’d been gripping his bow so tight, his knuckles had gone white. The corner of his lip twitched, tilting his head towards Emily.

“Who opened the gate?” He murmured in a low voice, but he could have sworn Justinian’s head tilted slightly, as if he could hear.

“Ten was alone,” Emily responded quietly. “They opened the gate for him, but he wouldn’t come inside. I knew something was fishy. Then he showed up.”

His eyes drifted back over to the vampire. He was smiling at Luke now, and he felt a shiver hurdle down his spine. Those beady, almost glowing eyes drifted down to his necklace. He was sure the grin almost stretched wider.

“Do you want him back?”

Even though the vampire was speaking to everyone, he was looking directly at Luke, and it almost felt as if the conversation was directed only towards him. With the protective rituals surrounding the camp, not even the vampire’s compulsion worked on them. There was no risk of making eye contact and allowing the vampire’s influence to seize his mind when nothing vampiric could pass into the camp. It must have been why Ten didn’t come inside when they opened the gate for him; Luke suddenly knew the reason why the kid’s eyes were so transfixed and glassy.

He swallowed, his throat parched. Do you want him back?

Luke’s fingers itched around his bow. The arrows weren’t made for vampires, and he wasn’t going to risk Ten’s life if Justinian decided to hurt him. The vampire’s eyes gleamed, as if he could sense the internal struggle that Luke was battling with.

“Why don’t,” he drawled, flashing those fangs with a smug expression on his face,” you invite me in, hm?”

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Royal Bought: Hunting Deer #1

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It was so quiet in the forest.

Luke couldn’t even hear the sound of his own, soft, even breathing as he concentrated on the taut pull of the bow string, methodically following the small trot of the deer. It was beautiful - its slender neck leaned down to sniff at the ground, ears twitching occasionally.

He didn’t even blink, fearing even a flutter of his eyelashes would send the deer scurrying away. It lifted its head back, big, beady eyes observing its surroundings, before Luke struck. He let go of the arrow, and the deer didn’t have time to dart away before it landed in its neck, and he heard the distinctive thud of its body on the ground.

Luke finally let himself breathe deeply, rising to his feet. The bushes around him rustled as he climbed over them, the snapping of twigs filling the expanse of the desolate forest as he approached with long strides.

The deer was still breathing, and he gently set his bow down, dropping to one knee beside the creature. His hand gently lay across its torso, feeling the panicked, but slowing rise and fall of its ribcage as it took its final breaths. Luke squeezed his necklace, stroking the creature with such tenderness, staring at his reflection in its eye.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice small. The deer’s eyes clouded, and the animal beneath his hand went still. Luke sucked in a deep breath, letting go of his necklace and shucking off his bag. He made quick work of tying its legs, strapping the heavy creature over his back with practiced ease.

He picked up his bow, and started making his way back before it got dark. The camp came into view quickly enough when he followed the markings he’d left to help him navigate the forest, and as he came down the hill, he noticed Ten sprinting towards him with his stumbling legs and big grin on his face.

“Luke,” Ten squealed, circling around him to get a look at the deer on his back. “You hunted a deer!”

Ten was an energetic kid, with his shaggy brown hair and freckled face. It was going to be his eleventh birthday tomorrow, and had insisted that Luke take him out for his first hunting lesson - the kid refused anyone else, and honestly, Luke was flattered. Ten was like a little brother to him, and he always felt happy that the kid admired him so much.

“Don’t touch it,” he chastised, waving him in front of him where he could see, ushering him back to the camp. “That would be disrespectful.”

“Oh, tell me you’re gonna save it for tomorrow,” Ten exclaimed, clasping his hands together as he added an energetic spring to his step, skipping backwards. “Please, please.”

Luke rolled his eyes, playfully shoving him through the gate and back into the camp. A few people greeted him on the way in, and Ten had to pick up his pace in order to match his strides.

“We’ll have to see what Rian says, alright?” He offered. “But don’t get your hopes up.”

Ten pouted. “He’ll say no.”

“Then you’ll have to live with that.”

After passing off the deer to Rian, the bearded man gave him an appreciative thanks, yet Luke could sense there was indifference in his eyes as he glanced at the white spots on the deer’s neck. Luke had thought he’d been about to mention something about the forest, but he didn’t, and he swiftly left the tent with a sigh of relief.

“I have a surprise for you,” Luke smiled, squinting as the sun spilled back over him. Ten immediately beamed up at him.

“You’ll take me hunting with you?”

He patted his head, shaking his head softly. Even if he was turning eleven years old tomorrow, that was not old enough to hunt anywhere, let alone the surrounding forests. As much as he knew how much Ten wanted to leave the camp, it was incredibly dangerous. He could never let him. He pushed open the flap of his tent, motioning for Ten to come inside.

He happily made himself comfortable on the furs of his bed, and Luke couldn’t help but smirk softly. “No. I have something even better.”

He leaned down behind one of the storage boxes, and carefully lifted up something wrapped in cloth. Ten sat up ethustically, his nose up in the air as he tried to lean to the side to get a good view of it. Luke unwrapped the string, peeling the cloth open to reveal a small, newly crafted bow. Ten gasped, shooting to his feet.

“Is that a—”

“Yes,” Luke smiled.

“And that’s for me?”

He chuckled. “Of course. Too small for me, isn’t it?”

The kid went to snatch it, but then stuck his hands back to his sides, and tried again. This time, he was a lot slower, cradling the bow like it was glass in his hands. His wide eyes were staring at it in shock, as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Luke had sacrificed a lot to craft this bow for Ten. He was just glad that he liked it so much.

“This is…amazing,” he breathed in awe, gently running his finger along the intricate carvings. Luke’s fingers ached just remembering how long it had taken. “What do these mean?”

He tilted his head, pointing to the first one. “This symbol here is for bravery. This one is my mother’s. As long as you have it near you, it will always give you strength, and you’ll know that you’re not alone. Sometimes, it helps if you find things difficult. It’s like a comfort.”

Ten slowly nodded his head, taking in everything he was saying. He kept the bow close, lips curling into a giddy smile, as if just realising that it was really going to belong to him.

“You’ll teach me how to use it tomorrow, right?” He beamed, grinning from ear to ear. Luke nodded his head.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Of course I will.”

Ten’s eyes glistened a little, and he threw his arms aroun Luke’s torso, burying himself into him in a tight hug. Luke’s heart skipped a beat, wrapping his arms around him in turn and giving his messy hair a small ruffle, chuckling softly under his breath. Ten squeezed him tight, as tightly as he could manage, and he didn’t even think about peeling away until a sharp voice called out his name.

“Luke.”

Ten lifted his head, and Luke swiftly rose to his feet, placing his hands on Ten’s shoulders just as a woman breached the tent, her expression stern and wrinkled in anger. Luke grit his teeth; he had a feeling he knew what this was about.

“The Collared Forest, Luke,” Emily hissed, her words dripping with fracticousness. “Where were you thinking?”

Rian, then. Of course he would tell her. Luke gave a quiet sigh, trying to keep his voice calm. “The deers are complacent. No one lives out there.”

“You know why we don’t hunt there, Luke,” she snapped harshly. Emily was a tall woman, black braided hair and brown coloured skin. Her eyes were even a strange sort of hazel, almost making them seem orange when the sunlight hit them at a certain angle. It was fitting, considering she always looked like she had fire in her eyes when she was angry.

“Emily, there are no vampires in the Collared Forest,” he gritted out. “There haven’t been for years.”

Under his hand, he felt Ten flinch. His eyes instantly softened upon realising the argument was brewing in front of him, and a wave of regret washed over him. Emily’s eyes narrowed, yet she kept her mouth shut.

“Ten,” he whispered softly, and the kid’s anxious eyes flitted up to him. “Just wait for me outside, okay? Go and play for a little bit. I won’t be long.”

Ten swallowed, glancing uneasily at Emily, before she stepped out of the way of the entrance of the tent, closer to Luke. He watched Ten scurry out, leaving the two of them alone. Luke’s eyes instantly narrowed into a small glare.

“A bow?” Emily breathed, her tone laced with bubbling anger. “You gave him a bow?”

“It’s his birthday tomorrow.”

“Don’t encourage another foolish imbecile to go into the Collared Forest.”

Luke gawked at her. “Jesus, Emily. He’s not even old enough to leave camp. I know my way around the closest area of the forest. God knows we need the meat, unless you want us all to starve.”

The woman’s lip curled into a snarl. He could sense she was trying not to raise her voice, lest the whole camp hear their argument. “You could have been followed.”

“Vampires can’t get into the camp,” Luke frowned. “Not unless someone invites them in. You and I both know that no one is stupid enough to do that.”

“You’re not getting it,” she heaved, prodding a finger against his shoulder as she stepped closer, his feet rooted to the ground. He felt his anger flare, but did nothing. “I don’t want the vampires to know where we are. Don’t you know what happened to the human camp across the Corpse River?”

Corpse River. It was many miles from their camp, and it would take weeks of walking just to make it there. It ran all the way to the kingdom of the vampires, and often, people would see the bloated corpses of dead humans, discarded by the vampires, being carried down by the stream, hence its name. Luke had never travelled far enough - it was forbidden. He wasn’t eager to find out if it lived up to its name or not either.

On the other side, he was aware there was another human camp. His heart sank a little at the mention of them, swallowing uneasily.

“What?” He breathed.

Emily let out a sharp breath through her nostrils, her lips pressing into a thin line. “It was desimated by vampires five days ago. They slaughtered everyone within there.”

Luke’s tongue went dry. “But, vampires can’t—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Emily cut off, her brows furrwoing. “They also believed the vampires couldn’t get in. But they did. I will not have the same thing happen to our camp because of you.”

Luke was still reeling over the fact that their camp had been destroyed. They had everything to ward off vampires, everything to keep them and their powers from straying inside, and their camps had been standing for years upon years. He didn’t know how it was possible.

“We’re the last human camp,” he murmured softly under his breath, and suddenly the world felt that much smaller. Emily’s eyes softened, just an inch, but it was enough for her gaze to flicker from his face, a deep sigh to fall from her lips. She briefly glanced at the entrance of the tent, before patting his arm once firmly.

“Stay away from the Collared Forest, Luke,” she warned, her voice firm. Luke bit the inside of his cheek, a grim expression falling across his face. “When we hit a shortage, maybe you should think about teaching Ten to fish instead.”

She turned away from him, and he watched her go quietly as she left the tent, leaving him alone. His eyes drifted over to his own bow for a few moments, before collapsing down onto his bed, running a weary hand over the back of his skull. It wasn’t a life; being here was living in constant fear, not only of the vampires, but the lack of food and the terrible harvests that were rolling in. Now that the camp across Corpse River had been somehow completely eradicated?

His hand drifted down to his face, rubbing his eyes. Luke was exhausted - he wasn’t really sure what he should do anymore. It was a cruel world with the existence of vampires, where all they were to them were animals or pets for them to play with. He’d heard horrific horror stories about the lives of human blood bags in the kingdom, and it wasn’t a life he wanted for himself. Luke didn’t want it for anyone.

As the sun began to dip under the horizon and the sky began to darken, the camp turned in for the night, dousing out their fires and going quiet. Luke struggled to sleep, arms tucked under his head and staring absentmindly at his ceiling.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what Emily said.

Eventually, he rolled over, and willed himself to sleep. Just as he began to succumb to the comforting grips of sleep, Ten was quietly sneaking out of his tent, crossing the camp with tiny, soundless steps, his new bow gripped in hand. He had a quiver with a few arrows strapped to his back, squeezing himself through the bars of the gate, before rushing off towards the Collared Forest.

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‘the facility’ — the breakout 2/?

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content warnings: prison whump, whumpee turned whumper, sadistic whumper, mass prison breakout, captivity, imprisonment, torture, violence, beatings

Noah’s head felt as though it had been rammed through a wall when he finally came to. It took him a long, aching few seconds to realise that was pretty much what had happened - the elevator doors.

His hazy vision could barely make out where he was, if he was the right way up or not, but he soon began to wriggle his limbs and realised he was lay on his side, head pressed uncomfortably into the cold floor.

He bit back a small moan of pain - his arms were twisted behind his back, knotted together with an uncomfortable, scratchy rope. The fear was stabbing numbly at his chest, the situation dawning on him.

The breakout. Cash – shit, Cash.

Noah’s breath hitched, feeling automatic tears start to relentlessly sting his eyes. He could recognise one of these rooms, one of torture. It wasn’t the one they had experimented on Cash in, being much larger and decorated with so many more horrifying tools.

The scientist felt dizzy looking at them, shifting. Aches spiralled through his muscles, the pins and needles kicking in once he finally became aware. As he did, something caught his eye.

There was someone else against the adjacent wall, an Apoid. The helmeted head was dipped down low, arms equally twisted behind his back, but Noah could just catch a small glimpse of a short link of chain. The visor on the helmet was cracked, and their chest was rising and falling slowly.

Noah’s heart sank. The Apoid was still alive, and better yet, he prayed it was who he thought it was.

“Fionn?” He croaked, his throat dry from the last moments he’d spent screaming. His heart was hammering in his chest. “Fionn, wake up. Fionn.”

“He’s not gonna hear you.”

Noah felt his body seize in a vice grip, the voice from behind him making all of his blood go cold. He didn’t even have time to crane around until someone was stepping over his body, and his wide eyes flickered up to meet Cash’s face.

He was smirking. But those eyes; he wasn’t amused at all.

“Hello, doc,” he spoke calmly, crouching down closer towards him. Noah winced, his chest rising and falling with his quickly labouring breaths. “Glad someone didn’t pump you with any lead. Been looking forward to this since the alarm went off.”

Noah shrank further into the floor.

He remembered what that prisoner had said, and it frightened him how Cash had been gunning just for him the whole time the chaos had erupted. To fulfil the promise he’d made. His throat ached in reminder of that moment.

“It’s not as fun when the boot’s on the other foot, huh?” Cash sneered, tilting his head as his unrelenting gaze didn’t falter for a moment. Noah forced himself to look away, tucking his wobbling bottom lip under.

“Cash, please, I—” His words dried up, squeezing his eyes shut. He was so terrified. “I didn’t take any pleasure in it. I didn’t—”

“—want to?” Cash interrupted. “You signed up for this place.”

“I had to,” he shakily whispered. “It’s my sister. There was no way I could afford her treatment if I didn’t—”

“Noah,” Cash groaned, the irritation evident on his face, now hardened from his fear induced babbling. Fingers twisted in his hair, pressing his temple into the concrete floor. Noah bit back a whine of pain. “I don’t want a justification. In fact, I don’t care. But I am gonna make you pay. There’s nothing you can say that will change that.”

His stomach twisted. He was shocked he hadn’t thrown up yet, with the stress of the breakout and all the horrfic things he’d seen, and now this horrific predicament. His white jacket was still stained with patches of blood, a cruel reminder that none of it had mattered in the end.

“Why not run?” The scientist whispered shakily. “This is your chance to escape this place. There’ll never be another opportunity.”

Cash raised a brow, looking disinterestedly at the muck on Noah’s jacket. “Doc, getting out of this place ain’t easy. They’ll have the army, thousands of Apoids, anything swarming the outside of this place. Those lucky enough to get out won’t last two minutes up there. But here?”

Cash grinned, the sight wolfish. The secretary figured he might sink those sharp teeth into his neck for good measure. “They’ll eventually get control of the place. They’ll round up the prisoners and take us alive once we cooperate. After all, they won’t gun us all down as long as we remain in the Facility.”

Cash’s fingers twisted harder into his hair, and Noah’s body went rigid, hissing through his teeth.

“I’ve been in this place longer than you, doc. I know how they work,” he whispered sharply, the puff of air on the shell of his ear making him shudder. “So, why not take this time to do something I’ve wanted to do since the moment I laid eyes on you?”

He roughly released him, and Noah’s throat bobbed as he swallowed uneasily. Cash was right - an escape would only end in death. Clearly, after the fiasco when he’d broken out of his cuffs, the Facility prioritised taking the prisoners alive unless it was absolutely necessary to kill them. They’d send in reinforcements, round them up, and get the place back under control.

It meant that Noah was going to have to wait for the reinforcements to show up. Who knew how long that could take? Depending on how far the breakout had stretched, which levels were unaffected and under control, he was in the dark.

In the dark, and trapped with his prisoner, who had every desire to make him wish for a merciful death.

Noah hadn’t even realised he’d started crying until Cash scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, biting back a small whimper.

“You’re a doll, doc,” he cooed, his eyes gleaming. “I’m going to take my time with you. Though, I was kind enough to provide you with some company, at least.”

Noah’s teary eyes darted over to Fionn.

He wondered how Cash even knew that was him, but he didn’t care.

Fionn wasn’t safe, neither of them were, but at least he knew he wasn’t dead. The last thing he had been so consumed about was if he’d cost the Apoid his job; now he wished that was all he had to worry about. Noah bit back the little sniffle, the dizzy headache throbbing uncomfortably through his skull, only intensified by the pounding of his heart.

Level Nine was terrifying enough as it was; locked in a room with one of their prisoners, completely at their mercy? Noah didn’t think anything worse could have happened. Level Nine prisoner’s were some of the most ruthless war criminals, prisoners of war, agents and spies, too dangerous to be kept anywhere but a highly sophisticated underground prison. He had recieved Cash’s file, but it didn’t tell him anything about the things he’d done to get himself locked up in here. Only blood types, medication - things that he would have to know as his scientist.

Noah didn’t want to think about all the horrific stuff Cash had done.

The fact that he probably knew how to kill Noah in more ways than he could ever imagine.

The fact that he would know how to hurt him until he wanted death.

Horror twisted his core - there was no point begging right now. For Cash, this was how it was supposed to be. The Facility would be swarming on the surface - the moment someone managed to get out, they wouldn’t be there two minutes before they were found and gunned down.

And, for some reason, Noah got the impression that mindless slaughter and violence would become pretty boring for someone as calculated as Cash. The breakout was an exuse for anarchy and escape; for Noah’s prisoner, it was an opportunity for payback.

“If you want to punish someone, punish the Higher Ups,” Noah choked out, cringing when Cash’s eyes remained staring languidly at Fionn’s unconscious form. “The people who run the place. They’re the ones that pass the orders. Please.”

Cash tilted his head, cold eyes flickering up to the ceiling, as if in thought. “That’s the thing, doc. They’re smart enough to know that. It’s always why they’re smart enough not to stick around when they don’t have to.”

His boots thumped across the ground, stopping in front of Noah’s damp face again. Over his prison clothes, Cash was wearing one of the Apoid’s jackets, unzipped. He’d probably taken it from someone he’d killed, since Fionn was in full uniform apart from his weapons. The prisoner had stripped them.

“But we’ve both seen for ourselves that people like you are expendable,” he mocks cruelly, reminding Noah of those words Fionn had shouted with such conviction. Something stung at his chest. “That’s why.”

He admired the crestfallen expression that fell upon Noah’s pitiful face for a few moments, before he pretended to glance at the non-existent watch on his wrist. He hummed, lip quirking into a malicious smirk.

“Alright, enough chit chat, doc,” he murmured. “I was hoping your little Apoid would wake up, but we’re on a time crunch here. So, let’s get started.”

Noah flinched violently when his hand fisted into his shirt, hoisting him onto his feet like he weighed nothing. The prisoner even made a quiet comment about how little he would weigh, even soaking wet, but Noah couldn’t hear anything over the relentless pounding in his skull, and the blood rushing through his head.

The prisoner guided him, or more like dragged him, close to the wall, where he took in the horrible sight of shackles attached to a chain in the ceiling. His knees were refusing to even hold his own weight, a colourless complexion fixed itself to his face.

“Coveniently, these rooms were made for torture,” Cash smoothly spoke, taking a pocket knife to Noah’s restrained wrists and cutting through them easily. Before he could even consider attempting to wrench away from him, the prisoner was slapping the cold metal cuffs around them, stretching his arms uncomfortably above his head. There was a small pinch in his shoulder blade from the position, and he had to bite back a pained whimper.

“The most challenging thing was deciding what to do with you first, though. Especially with all of these options,” he hummed absentmindly, running his fingers along the wall, lined with various tools that Noah didn’t dare crane his head around to see. He heard the clank of metal, and Cash circled back round in front of him to see he was cradling a lead pipe. “I don’t want to put you out of commission too early. Look at you - you’re so frail, doc.”

Noah’s heart was racing. With each passing second of being in this position, he was imagining all of the places that the lead pipe would crack against, and he could barely breathe from the horrifying concept. Was this how it felt for them? Waiting for the inevitable torture?

“Cash,” he breathed out shakily, biting back a sob. “Cash, please.”

“Not gonna work on me,” the prisoner sighed, unbothered. “I don’t have a soft spot for those that grovell. Sorry.”

Noah had barely even been able to brace for the first swing. Cash had moved so fast after standing so casually, that he only registered the movement after the crack of impact landed on his side, and his throat closed up in agony. His whole body seized up, a wretched, choked sound escaping his lips.

The chains rattled from the very impact, his eyes wide and watery. Cash’s eyes gleamed with something predatory, like he could sense he was going to enjoy this. The numbness came next, followed by the tidal wave of crippling agony. Noah wanted to double over, try to ease the blinding pain, but it was impossible with the chains.

“That was just a love tap,” Cash purred, and there was this sick delight in his voice, like the hit had released something within him that had been festering for years upon years. “Don’t be dramatic, doc.”

Noah can’t even process the comparison of that only being a love tap before the pipe sinks into his stomach with vigor, and a sickening cough gets all tangled up in the scientist’s throat. The sheer force is enough to rip the air from his lungs, rendering him gasping and squirming in the chains as he tries to process the throbbing pain spreading through his body.

The pipe goes for his side again. Then his ribs - Noah see’s stars on that swing, and he can barely even feel the instinctive panic that something was cracked before another was slamming into back, avoiding his spine.

“Stop,” Noah tries to choke out, but he’s been rendered breathless and he’s in so much pain and he just wants to go home. Cash taps the edge of the pipe under his chin, gently tilting his head up to meet his unfocused, tear filled eyes. He can’t help but wrack with groaning sobs, each jolt making his body flare up in intense agony. Breathing aches.

His face is contorted in pain, and Cash admires it languidly.

“But, doc,” he drawls. “Why stop when we’ve only just begun?”

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to elaborate on the last anon: i'm curious to see how roy would treat leo while prepping for being in hiding (like dying their hair, during car rides, etc) and then also once they're all settled in

“Close your eyes, lion.”

The sharp command made Leo obey almost immediately, swallowing down the intense fear when the mercenary’s hands pushed him down over the sink, not kind nor gentle in the slightest. His mind automatically let out a cruel ‘can you blame him?’ and it only broke him further.

The luke warm water ran over his head, and he felt Roy’s fingers dragging through his hair without a care for his comfort, roughly scrubbing the dye from his locks. He bit the inside of his cheek, not daring to even let a single noise slip from his lips.

Roy had barely spoken any words to him.

Not during the car journey, not even as they found themselves in this strange place. They’d wandered into a completely normal shop, but the mercenary had gone straight for the man behind the counter.

They’d exchanged a few words, something about a TV? It was all gibberish and code to Leo, and the man behind the counter had suddenly turned very serious, leading them down under the shop.

Now he was here - darkening his hair until had turned a dark brown.

When Roy released him, Leo fumbled with stinging water in his eyes, wincing when a towel was thrown at him. He grasped it with shaking hands, desperately scrubbing the water that got in his eyes. He heard a new pair of footsteps, cracking an eye open to see the man behind the counter walking down the stairs.

He barely looked Leo’s way, opting to approach Roy instead.

“We’ve got two and a half hours tops,” the man told him, his voice low. Leo could feel his hair dripping, and scrambled to dry his it before it got everywhere. Roy kicked open a folded chair, sitting down on it with a curt sigh. Leo tried not to look.

“I know, Gary,” he responded, his voice tight. “I’m keeping an eye on the clock. Do you have everything ready?”

The man – Gary – nodded, his expression stern. “Everything’s set up. Just need the pictures and I’ll give you those plane tickets.”

Leo’s stomach twisted into a painful knot. Plane tickets? He suddenly felt very sick. That meant they could be going anywhere in the world, and no one would be able to find him. He really might never see his father after finally being reunited.

A sharp snap caught his attention, his eyes obediently darting to Roy. Sure enough, the man was looking at him with those hardened eyes.

“Over here, lion.”

He grasped the towel, doing as he was told. Leo knows what doing the opposite had done for him - this. Seeing his father’s limp body in the hallway of their home, praying that he made a speedy recovery. He wondered what he was doing now. If Sharpe and Summers were looking for him. If they would ever find him again.

When he was close enough, Roy’s finger dug into the flesh of his forearm without a care, jerking him down to the floor by his feet. He was forced to sit, legs crossed, back to Roy as the mercenary shifted about, the chair creaking slightly.

Gary was watching intently, and it was making Leo nervous. Fingers combed back the damp hair, and the whir of a hairdryer picked up, warm air beginning to blow through his brown locks. Roy wasn’t particularly rough, and it was the nicest he had been since he came to the house to drag his lion back.

Gary was still staring at Leo. It seemed he was trying to get a guage of who he was, and finally, recognition flickered in his eyes, lip quirking with a twitch of a smirk.

“Ain’t he the one that you got in this mess?” Gary murmured, loud enough to be heard over the hairdryer. Leo kept his eyes to the ground, focusing on the feeling of the mercenary’s fingers combing through his hair. “Thought I recognised him from the trial.”

Roy didn’t say anything. He could sense he was still mad that he had succumbed to the pressure from the detectives and thrown him under the bus; it seemed his uncle was always going to pay the bail. He continued to dry Leo’s hair. Gary hummed at his reaction.

“I thought your uncle would have disposed of him.”

Leo’s nails dug into his palms, his expression twisted in discomfort.

“I convinced him not to,” Roy answered curtly, giving the secretary’s hair one last blow over before he was satisfied. The hairdryer was cut off. “For whatever reason, my uncle is fine keeping me happy.”

“Probably trying to sweeten you up,” Gary hummed. “He’ll want you back. I think he always has.”

The mercenary let out a bitter laugh. He rose from the chair, causing Leo’s head to tilt back in confusion, those big blue eyes staring at him quizzically. The mercenary motioned for him to sit on the chair, and he was quick to obey.

“My uncle practically left me to die,” Roy hummed, though his brow was raised languidly, like the topic of discussion didn’t bother him in the slightest. Gary moved behind the chair, tilting Leo’s head back a little bit so it was straight. He heard the snip of scissors. “I don’t need to owe him anymore than I already do for paying my bail.”

Leo wanted to shrink into a tiny ball, feeling Roy’s scrutinizing gaze piercing straight through him.

More snips. The secretary tried not to cry.

“If you say so,” Gary hummed quietly.

Sinking into his mind, Leo tried to focus only on the rhythmic snipping of the scissors, the comb through his hair, the fingers that weren’t intent on hurting him. He tried to pretend he was at the hairdressers, eyes closed as the therapeutic atmosphere overtook him, completely drowning in a reality that wasn’t his own.

When Gary finished, Leo’s eyes cracked open, mourning for a life he wouldn’t get. He wanted to believe that Roy would be kind to him again. Maybe he would, if Leo was good. He really hoped so.

His head felt lighter. His fingers ran over the back of his head, shocked by the lack of thickness he felt. It wasn’t crawling over his neck anymore, most of the loose, fluffy hair on the top, resting in curly loops. The shock must have been evident on his face, because the next thing he knew, Roy’s fingers were gently tapping his chin, tilting his head back.

Leo’s heart lurched into his throat. His skin burned from the contact.

The mercenary observed him for a long few seconds, before his lips finally quirked into a lazy smirk.

“It suits you, lion,” he purred, gently brushing his thumb under the mop of curls. Leo desperately, keenly, almost frantically leaned into the touch, relishing in the kind contact. Roy released a breathless chuckle. “More than I was expecting.”

If Roy liked it, so did Leo. He didn’t even have to see it.

Time passed by quickly enough - Gary took photos, even gave Leo coloured contacts so his eyes were a muddy brown. He gave them both a new ID, handing them over to Roy for him to glance over. He had hummed, smiling, holding the ID up and glancing at Leo.

“Oliver,” he hummed, tilting his head. “Ollie. I like it.”

Leo was picking at the clothes Gary had given him to put on, something baggy and warm. He’d fixed a snug hat on his head too, and Roy pocketed both ID’s, clearly not intent on trusting Leo to take his own. When he stepped up to him, he tried not to flinch back.

“You’ll be a good boy this time,” Roy whispered ever so quietly, just for him to hear, the trill of his low voice making his eyes flutter. “Won’t you?”

Leo desperately nodded his head. He didn’t want Roy to hate him. Didn’t want him to violate him and ignore him and drag him around like he used to. He just wanted everything to go back to normal, swept under the confines of his spell, and it was easy for those feelings of attachment to consume him.

“Yes,” he breathed, barely even able to get the words out. Leo hated that his eyes were filling with tears. He’d caused all this trouble, and for what? None of it had mattered. Roy was never going to let him go. Yet, that was something Leo wasn’t entirely upset over. “I’m sorry, Roy. I’m so sorry.”

The mercenary cooed, stroking the soft skin of his cheek. “I was really hurt, you know.”

Leo hadn’t wanted that. He loved Roy — no, loves him. He never wanted the cold shoulder treatment again, lest it break his heart further than it already had.

“I love you,” Leo sniffled, melting into his embrace when the mercenary finally wrapped his arms around him, tucking him against his body. He slotted in so perfectly. “It was all my fault. I’m so sorry, I’m so...”

Leo’s trembling words were cut off with a kiss to his temple. He practically keened.

“No more groveling. We have a plane to catch soon.”

The mercenary’s thumb gently rubbed along the bottom of his lip, as if he was remembering what he’d forced Leo to do in the home he’d left behind. He briefly wondered if he regretted it.

Still, Leo nodded.

Roy’s eyes crinkled. “Good boy.”

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