Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Because of Him ❯ Chapter 1 (Lee) ( Chapter 1 )

Just because I'm telling you this doesn't mean I trust you. I don't trust anyone. Especially some ill-informed person how doesn't know shit about who I am or what I've been through. I'm only telling you this because he thinks people need to know. I think he's a damned fool. He seems to think that if people know the error of their ways they'll correct them. What an optimistic idiot. People know what they're doing, they just don't give a fuck. They're to lazy or to greedy to do anything. But hell, if this will get him off my back then I'll write it. It's not like anyone's gonna bother to read much of the thing anyways. Most don't want to know the truth, they'll only listen to what they like, and pretend that shit like this doesn't happen. But I know it does, hell, I'm living proof that it does.

 

Well I guess I should get started. I'm not going to start at the beginning. That'd just take too long, and you're probably to weak bellied to take it anyways. Lets just say things weren't all that good early on. But I did alright, I made those sick son of a bitches regret everything they did to me, and I never got caught either. But like I said I'm not getting into that. Besides he seems to think its unwise for me to gloat about what I've done. Says it'll get me into trouble. Not that I care. I'm proud of what I've done and I'll do it again too, if I have to. But this whole thing is for him, so I'll skip all that, and start with how I met him.

 

I guess I should catch you up no some things. First off I'm human. Yeah that's right I'm human and I can write, though not that well. Oh and I'm a free man too so what if I'm human? There's lots of humans out there. We could overthrow you all if half of us managed to develop some courage. But that ain't happening so I guess this is the best I can do. He wants me to tell my story so I will, though I promise, ya ain't gonna like it.

 

When I first met him I was a slave, just like every other human I knew. My last master had met with an `unfortunate accident.' At least that's what the auctioneer said. Of course they were all baffled as to how a vampire had managed to get wood poisoning in a stone house with no wood furniture but hey, that wasn't my problem. The bastard got what was coming to him, simple as that. Oh, I guess I should explain some things. Most of my masters were vampires, so of course wood could poison them. That's the great thing about vamps, they got all these weird weakness like wood. Oh and fire, hee hee fire. Course vamps were everywhere in that place. I hate vamps, more then shape shifters or werewolves. Even more than witches. If I had the choice I'd get rid of them all, well, most of them anyways.

 

But back to this story. When I first met him I was standing bear ass naked on an auctioneer's stand, being eyed by dozens of vampires. Their eyes swept over me with no sign of restraint, like I was a cut of meat, and not a very good one at that. The terms, `cursed, garbage, and used' seemed to follow me everywhere I went back then but hell, I'd rather be a piece of shit than a valued slave. I wasn't a fucking pushover, and that fact had made me an incredibly unwanted commodity.

 

“Come now ladies and gentlemen, at thirteen years of age this is a prized specimen in his prime. He's fully trained in all acts of serving, labor, and of course pleasure. Surly a starting bet of one hundred gold is not too much to ask.”

 

Silence…

 

“Come now, how about seventy-five gold than. That's a steel for any slave and this one is young and strong.”

 

More silence, I smiled at the look of desperation of the auctioneer's face. If I didn't sell he'd be stuck with me. He'd bought me outright from my last master for a grand total of forty gold. He'd be lucky to brake even.

 

“Alright you push my hand, fifty gold, but not a bit less. Come now people you can't even buy a mule with that!”

 

No response, the man should know I wasn't worth as much as a mule, or a horse, or a cow, or even a fucking bunny!

 

I grin when nobody answers, my eyes roaming over the crowd daring any of them to buy me. Not a one will meet my eyes. I am certain that they have all heard of me. They've heard that so many of my masters meet an unexplainable demise shortly after buying me. I've gained the title of the cursed slave, if only they knew the half of it. But I'm not going to get into that. I promised him that I wouldn't talk about that part of my past. I guess he's just worried about me. He does care, though I don't know why. He sure as hell didn't care that day when he bought me.

 

“I'll bid twenty-five gold for it.”

 

My eyes snapped up at the offending voice. What the fuck? Someone was actually buying me? The crowd parted to reveal the idiot that actually thought he could own me. I glared at him, my look full of promise if he dared continue. I instantly disliked him, not only was he trying to buy me but he had also called me an `it.' I wasn't a fucking it! The auctioneer seemed to notice my look of disdain, because he landed a lash across my back. I barely filched, casting him a venomous look. The offending man didn't pay me farther head, his eyes had turned back to the fool that thought to buy me. I looked at him now too and was instantly unimpressed. He was a half a head sorter than me, with small dark eyes and the strangest hair I have ever seen. That hair was really the only thing unusual about the man. It was a grayish color, and had white stripes, yes, strips throughout it. He wasn't a vampire, of that much I was sure. He wasn't human, of course, but he didn't have the look of blood lust that presided among vamps. That ruled out werewolves too, so I guessed that he was probably a shape shifter. Witches were too few and far between in these parts for me to be that unlikely.

 

“Sir you can't honestly expect me to let this treasure go at such a ridiculous price. It is an insult to the slaving business that you would even suggest it.”

 

“That you would think to try to sell that thing to these good honest people is the insult, sir. I am offering to take this abomination off your hands. Take my offer if you wish. We both know that you'll just have to dispose of it if it doesn't sell.”

 

The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, his eyes alighting rage. I smiled at this, loving the situation the man had been put in. With that simple statement this newcomer had not only made the auctioneer look like a dishonest fool, but he had also guaranteed that no one else would dare buy me. He was clever, though I wouldn't ever admit it to him. The shape shifter turned looking as if he was about to leave.

 

“Wait, sir?”

 

“My name is Gin Ravan, leader of the twenty-fifth slavers wagon. I am a busy man so if plan to sell that thing to me than do it now.”

 

I hissed at that. The asshole was a slaver! Someone that dealt in human flesh. I despised him all the more.

 

“Very well. Sold, to Gin Ravan for a total of twenty five gold.”

 

The auctioneer waited as I was hauled from the stand, his pride stung. That spectical had caused him to lose half of his audience and it was likely that he wouldn't make any more deals that day. I was fuming, having already forgotten about the auctioneer. It seemed that I had been handed on once again, shuffled to another master. Little did I know how that tiny little shape shifter would change my life. At the time I thought that he was just another ass, like all the others.

 

Before I could be stuffed back in the waiting cell with the others my new `master' came to claim me. He looked even more pathetic up close, if that was possible.

 

“I'll take him now, my wagon leaves tonight and I don't have time to wait for this auction to end.”

 

The auctioneer's assistant bowed, he was a slave as well, though older and completely dead inside. I shuttered glade I would never live long enough to become like that. The tiny amount of money that I was bought for was exchanged and I became the property of master number….ah shit I don't know, I lost count a long time ago.

 

Anyways he took the chains that held my wrists tied and than he did something real weird. He took off his cape and wrapped it around my naked body, shielding me from sight and the cold. My head snapped up and for a moment both of our eyes met. He seemed started staring bck at me. Like I was a puzzle he couldn't quite solve. And than he turned away, tugging almost gently on my chains, “come on slave, I don't have all day.”

“I've gotta fucking name ya know!”

“Yes, and you have got quite a mouth as well. We're going to have to work on that if I'm going to get a fair price for you. Now how can you expect me to call you by your name if I don't even know it?”

I don't know why I didn't fight him more as he started leading me away, or why I told him my name. He had called me an abomination, had treated me like an object, just like all the others did. Nevertheless, he had let given me his cape, and now he wanted to know my name? No one wanted to know my name! They'd all been fine calling me whore, or filth, or simply slave. I guess I wanted him to call me something that made me an individual. I was sick of just being another slave Even if he was only going to be in my life for a short time. “Guess it won't hurt, you're gonna get rid of me soon enough anyways.”

 

“What was that?”

I glared at him, snapping out of it. This was a fucking slaver! I was about as much of an individual to him as one of the gold pieces in his pocket.

 

“My name is Lee, you fucker! So if you're going to talk to me call me that.”

The shape shifter stopped for a moment, turning around. He had to look up slightly to meet my eyes, but his gaze bore down to my very soul. “I will call you by your name when you earn it. If you want to be treated like something other than a piece of filth then earn it by getting that vulgar filth out of your mouth.”

 

His words were like a stone crashing to the pit of my being. Of course he only wanted my name so that he could taunt me with it. Without hesitation I drew back my fist as far as the chains would allow and socked him right in the face knocking him out cold on the ground. For a moment the word stood still as everyone around me stopped and stared, and than they jumped me, beating the shit out of me with all the force their immortal bodies allowed. Damn vamps, it seemed they would finally kill me. But I didn't care, I'd gotten that son of a bitch. I'd shown him that I wasn't just another piece of shit that he could play with. Nobody messed with me without paying for it, nobody.