ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

The key hung there from her hand, as she listened to him calmly. When he wound down, she let it go, sliding back out of sight behind fabric. “I can’t buy your loyalty with your freedom, then, hm?” She clasped her hands back together, eyes flicking to gaze out the window as they left the city behind abruptly.

“I … your kind aren’t the only preternatural creatures in the world, you know. Some of us hide more easily among mundanes.” Her gaze snapped back to his. “Some of us don’t hide. I’m trying to change things. The laws that make it possible for us to be kept as slaves, for one. It’s dangerous, and I can’t keep watch in all directions at once /and/ do the work.”

“You can’t buy loyalty,” he said, teeth bared again. “It’s earned. You can buy service.” 

He listened with a cynical ear but understood what she meant. With a scowl out the window now he just shrugged. “I told you. You can buy service. I’m yours if I like it or not.”

“An unwilling bodyguard is worse than no bodyguard at all.” The comment hung there, as the limo turned up a shaded drive and came to a halt. Over the quiet sounds of the driver turning off the car and getting out, she said, “If I uncuff you, will you undertake to stay and do as you’re told for 24 hours?”

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

Her mouth twitched again, and laugh lines showed around her eyes. “Well, yes. And why did I buy you? You, specifically.” She kicked at the chain between his wrists. “I require my slaves to answer properly when asked. Derek.”

Derek hissed when she kicked the chain between his raw wrists. He pulled back, glaring hard at her and baring his teeth, spitting out an “I don’t know why you bought me.”

“I need a bodyguard,” she said softly. She clasped her hands together, one foot swinging, and watched him with narrow eyes. “I need someone I can totally rely on, who won’t leave me, or sell me out.” After a moment, she fished a cuff key on a chain from between her breasts. “Keep me safe, and I’ll set you free.”

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

“Derek.” After a moment she sat back, relaxing. “It suits you. Do you know why you’re here?” She tossed the collar carelessly into a corner.

“Because you bought me.”

Her mouth twitched again, and laugh lines showed around her eyes. “Well, yes. And why did I buy you? You, specifically.” She kicked at the chain between his wrists. “I require my slaves to answer properly when asked. Derek.”

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

She reached up — way up — and rapped one cheekbone sharply with two fingers. “One growl you get. Not two.” She led him out to the limo, gesturing him into the back of it before sliding in herself. “Home, Edward,” she called. As the car moved away from the market, she reached out and removed the collar from around his neck.

“There, that’s better. Have you got a name, or shall I just assign you one?”

Derek had to resist snapping his teeth at the fingers that rapped on his cheek. He didn’t look at her but followed the way she led and slid into the car. He didn’t move once he sat down but he answered “Derek” shortly when asked. 

“Derek.” After a moment she sat back, relaxing. “It suits you. Do you know why you’re here?” She tossed the collar carelessly into a corner.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

Summer’s lips twitched at the sound of the growl. So, he still had spirit. Good. She’d paid for her purchase and signed all the papers; this was merely the formal taking possession. She appreciated his attempt to keep his gaze down, as well, though it was a bit silly in light of the difference in their heights.

She accepted the chain — again, silly, but part of the formalities. “Come along, boy,” she ordered.