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The Slave Auction Meme

â§ Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any.
â§ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
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Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

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"Look. I guess... we're all stuck in a shitty situation."

He'd been dwelling on that last night, as Helsing made her third bid for freedom. That he must have looked like that, trying to get out of the car. Yowling and clawing.

Yuri doesn't have to care about her.

Morrison doesn't have to care about him. He could have eaten by now. Dragged Yuri back when he ran...

It's - uncomfortable. Maybe fulfilling his end of this deal will make it go away. Anyway Morrison helped get Helsing. Even with the noise, last night was better then the first.

Yuri's eyes are steel. It's determination, not resentment.

"Do you want it or not."

It was true.

They were all stuck in terrible situations that none of them had asked for...but perhaps they could make the best of it together.

A half smile pulled at Jack's mouth and he gives a stifled chuckle.

"I didn't say no, did I?"

The vampire sighed as he watched the boy and the kitten across the table.

"Thank you."

"Yeah."

With that, Yuri's scooping up Helsing and heading for the library. No time like the present. The tubes still bring a lump to his throat, but manageable this time. Maybe spilling his guts yesterday helped. Maybe it's having the kitten snuggled up in his arms. Reminding him he's here. Not back in the hospital.

The worst things have already happened, right?

Deciding not to dwell on that, Yuri slides onto a couch. He's still in the t-shirt and pants he slept in. No need to roll up a sleeve and jostle Helsing.

She sleeps through the entire thing. A reassuring weight.

It goes much smoother this time.

Jack is careful. He's done this hundreds of times at this point. He could do it blindfolded. Being able to feel pulses, veins and smell blood was helpful in that respect. Still...he got the distinct impression that Yuri did not get medical treatment often and he was probably not used to it.

So Jack was careful not to make sudden movements and to be as gentle as he can be.

Within ten minutes, he has enough blood for over a week. A little goes a long way for him given how he's learned to supplement it.

The vampire is quick to remove any lingering traces of equipment and he hopes Yuri doesn't notice the ember like glow his eyes have taken on at the warmth of the blood through the plastic.

He moves at his usual, seemingly impossibly quick speed, bringing Yuri a cup of orange juice and a small pile of toast to recover.

"Stay here for ten minutes or so, okay? I'll...I'll be right back."

He has the decency to give the boy some space while he drinks his blood.

One packet goes in his medical cooler for later...but the other? As soon as Jack is in his own room and the door is shut, he's tearing at it like he hasn't properly eaten in a week...since he really hasn't.

The blood is hot and fresh and everything it should be...everything he needs.

Delicious.

Jack leans his back against the door and slides down until he is on the ground. After a few initial hungry, desperate gulps, he paces himself, feeling his eyes go from smoldering embers to full on glowing. They cast a hazy red light over his pale hands.

The Soldier is halfway done when his Empathy kicks in and the first of Yuri's feelings start hitting him...colors mostly-there is the usual....fear...anxiety...sharp blacks and yellows...sadness...typical given the situation...but under that...there's a warm orange glow...familial love...he'll take that.

Jack can't help but smile as with each swallow that warm orange becomes more apparent and it wraps around his mind like a blanket.

((OOC: BTW hand-waving this place has some kind of supplements to help your body make blood faster. 2 weeks instead of 4-6.))

Eventually - maybe not this time, but definitely the next - there's flashes of gold. Weaving in and out of the other colors. Spinning, leaping, twirling through it all. It's how it feels to pull on toe shoes and take the stage. The hours of work and sweat turning into wings.

The joy of dance is beyond words.

Meanwhile Yuri devours the food. Trying not to think too hard about the meal Morrison's having, but circling back to it anyway. Kind of like peeking under bandages to see how gross the cut is.

(OOC: Done!)

Over time, Yuri’s strongest feelings of joy come through and it turns the boy’s blood richer and it actually lifts Jack’s spirit. His empathic abilities latch onto those feelings and he is very glad that he had facilitated Yuri’s dance practice and classes.

Jack tries to be discreet with consuming Yuri’s blood, drinking it mostly out of sight but sometimes mixing some into his coffee.

The difference between real and synthetic is like rich cream and watered down milk and Jack is constantly reminded about how much better he feels when his food tastes good. He is careful, though, never over extending Yuri’s donations...making sure the boy is given proper supplements and good nutrition-he does not take extra blood.

Toys for Van Helsing begin to materialize...including a little bat stuffed with catnip.

The vampire can appreciate humor.

It's not... easier. But over the next several weeks Yuri adapts. Not like there's a choice. Morrison still gives him the creeps with how quiet he is. On top of the blood-drinking.

It's easier with Helsing. Growling whenever he's around but grudgingly accepting the vampire's presence. Again, a lot like Yuri.

He's not sure how to feel about that comparison.

Only the dance classes are normal. Yuri's used to long hours, and he throws himself into the work now. One class grows to two, three, until he's at the studio every day. The movement absorbs everything. There's only the next step, the next. Making the stage his own.

It falls into a pattern. Breakfast, practice, lunch, class, dinner. Except for the blood draws it's almost the same as back in Russia.

Maybe he can stand this. There's no smiles, except for Helsing. From the memories Morrison's starting to absorb, though, it's clear Yuri didn't do much of that anyway. Damage running deeper then what a few weeks of shelter and clothes can cure.

Then one night Yuri doesn't come back.

The more memories Jack absorbs from Yuri, the more it is apparent that their lives are not so different. Well...in the broad scheme of things...very different...but similar in that their youths were not entirely happy.

If anything, it solidified that he did right in keeping the thing that made the boy happy in his life. Jack aims to keep it that way. Maybe they can help each other in that respect.

Until one day Yuri is late.

He is not just late...he does not return at all.

Helsing pesters him, meowing loudly when normally the creature won't come near him. Even now she keeps her distance, but she meows incessantly.

"Okay, Okay. We'll go look."

Jack retrieves the kitten's carrier from Yuri's room and places her in it. He doesn't want to leave her unattended if he ends up being gone for a few days while he looks for Yuri.

Helsing is not thrilled about this, but the vampire's faster. She's still complaining when the doorbell rings.

Two police officers stand on the porch. If they are alarmed to be faced with a kitten-wielding vampire, their faces do not show it. (Though the smell of them might tell otherwise.)

"Soldier Morrison?"

Clearly it isn't a social visit. The police and the military have as little interaction as possible. And only orders could bring them to a Soldier's home at night.

Jack is already worried.

It isn't like Yuri to stay out...so on top of his usual nocturnal glow, his eyes are practically burning.

Still...he knows who and what he is.

Jack saluted.

"Yes. How may I be of assistance, officers?"

He nodded toward the meowing cat case.

"Sorry...I was just heading out...but...would you like to step inside?"

Doing business on the doorstep wasn't a good plan in case it ever got ugly.

The older of the pair clears his throat. Pointedly not thinking about why a Soldier would need to keep a live animal with him.

"That - Won't be necessary. Do you own a small, blond slave with green eyes? He's been in our holding cells since this morning. He assaulted a citizen and two officers."

Slaves can be charged with crimes. But since they're property, it's the owners ultimately responsible. Morrison is going to be expected to make any reparations. Of course, there's a process. He really should have been notified hours ago...

Jack furrowed his brow, not needing to pretend to show concern.

"I do."

At the news that Yuri was being held, Jack could not help but blink.

"Wait...what? Why wasn't I notified of this earlier? I'm sure I can talk sense into him. I'm sorry for the trouble. If you take me to him, I'll make sure to convince him to not repeat his mistakes."

"He refused to give us your name until now. Of course, with an implant we would have been able to fix this faster."

It isn't law to have one of those, but it's clearly made the policeman's job harder. He can't resist the pointed look at Morrison for this oversight. Really, it's almost as bad as letting a dog run around without a collar.

"He's being held at the West Elm station. I'm sure you'd prefer to take your own vehicle."

Because the police would prefer not to share one with the Soldier.

Jack shrugged.

“Oh...I did not ever get one activated? Must have slipped my mind. You know...I didn’t expect him to last this long to be honest. It has been a pleasant surprise for the both of us I am sure.”

He says it with a straight face, like it is how he really feels and like it really did slip his mind. Most people wouldn’t question him the way the officer does...so Jack feels no guilt in attempting to put some unease into him for good measure.

He nods about the car, thinking more about the ride back than getting there. He wants to have privacy with Yuri. He will drive his own car and not summon a driver.

“Of course.”

Cat carrier in hand, Jack retrieved a set of keys and retrieved a less flashy black car from his garage and within a few minutes, he was at his destination.

He left the carrier in the passenger seat, though he unlatched the door for the kitten in case she felt like exploring the vehicle.

“Wait here.”

What follows is a pile of paperwork. Finally Yuri's hauled out between two officers. Spitting in Russian, sporting a black eye and split lip. Blood dried on the front of his shirt. Overall it's a worse state then when he was bought.

Spotting Morrison, though, he lightens. Just for a second. Which is pathetic. It shouldn't be a relief to see a fucking vampire. How has life gotten this screwed up? The scowl rolls back in.

"Give me my bag," he snarls. Which earns a shake from an escort. Clearly tired of the attitude. Even if the owner is here, that doesn't mean the officer has to take this from a slave. Yuri gasps as more bruises get jostled.

"As you can see, this behavior has made processing difficult," the desk clerk drones. Though she does produce a backpack.

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It hurts Jack's heart to see Yuri like that. It feels like a thousand knives dig into his heart....more when he sees that moment of light on the boy's face. He doesn't return it. He can't...not here...in the car on the way home...but not here. He's working. It isn't official but it might as well be. Any public sort of business and Jack wears his mask of detachment, even aloofness. He's never told Yuri of course...but the boy has undoubtedly figured it out by now.

"I can see that. I'll take him off your hands...see that he's disciplined accordingly at home. Now...if you'll excuse us."

He can dream it will be that easy.

Yuri has figured that much. And it's not like he wants a hug or anything like that. It takes a great struggle but he forces himself to breathe. Ignore the pain. They're almost out of this hell.

It's more trust then he's ever displayed before. Small as it is.

The desk officer nods. "Normally these charges would require 30 days in prison. But I take it he's a... personal resource?"

Which is a polite way of saying 'food.'

"Considering that, and your ranking, your home will be suitable. Keep him there for one month. Away from the public. Agreed?

It takes a second for that to sink in. No public means no dance classes. For a month.

"What?!" Yuri howls. "I didn't do any- Hrk!!"

A fist drives the wind out of him this time. Yuri doubles over. Wheezing and fighting back tears.

Jack nodded.

“You would be right. He is.”

Keep it short, keep it sweet. Get in, get out.

The soldier nodded again.

“I appreciate that, officer. I’ll make sure he stays at home And only home.”

The punch to Yuri catches him off guard.

“Yu-...You mind taking it easy? He was expensive!”

Jack stops himself from aging anything more but his hand is up, though he isn’t sure who he is motioning to-the officer or Yuri.

“Come on, Yuri. I am taking you home. You’ve caused these gentlemen enough trouble.”

He’ll take care of things at home...bandage him up...maybe after a week or so even have a dance tutor come? The heat was on now and he was not about to let Yuri out of the house for the next month if that was all it took to get it off of them.

The desk sergeant clicks his tongue.

"That will do, Henricks. I'm sure a Soldier is capable of proper discipline."

'Hendricks' grumbles something about his opinion on Soldiers. Then shoves Yuri forward. It's only the years of training that keep him from falling on his face. Stumbling against Morrison instead.

He doesn't have enough air to yell. It's all such a black jumble of pain and fury nothing more comes out.

He can't catch Yuri or pat his back like he wants to...not yet...not in front of these officers. He wasn't supposed to display any kind of attachments at work...and this was work. He had to sell it to himself...but also live with himself later.

Jack puts his hand on Yuri's shoulder to catch him. His grip is strong and he holds tight without looking like he is holding tight.

"I am. He'll get what's coming to him."

A warm shower and a good meal...some of Jack's own field issue healing salve.

He's moving toward the door, guiding Yuri with his grip.

They need to get out of here.

It probably helps sell the bit when Yuri tries to jerk free. He's so sick of this. Being controlled. The police his mother or Morrison, right now it all feels the same. He's alone and the world doesn't give a shit and the indignity of it all roars in his head.

Only his head. It still hurts to breathe.

He goes nowhere, of course. Not against a fucking monster. Yuri's getting swept to the car, maybe on his own feet, maybe carried. It doesn't really register.

Hopefully Morrison remembers the backpack too.

Jack has the backpack in his other hand...a quick sweep and reach had retrieved it i a burst of speed few officers had ever seen in person.

When they reach the car, Jack throws open the door and forces Yuri into the passenger seat before slamming the door. There is a joyful meow from Helsing in her carrier. Jack makes his way to the driver side and closes his own door. He runs a hand through his hair as he drives a away-not too quickly to atouse suspicion but quick enough that it is clear he is serious about getting Yuri home.

“Jesus Christ, Yuri...are you alright? What did you do to get their attention?”

He doesn’t believe Yuri would go looking for trouble but he also knows the boy is a firebrand.

"Belynka?!"

Helsing scrambles out of the carrier, clawing up Yuri's shoulder. He buries his face in her fur. Warmth washing in. Enough to push the black away, just a little. Enough that it registers he's - safe, Morrison's helping.

Then the question. Though Jack can't possibly know how unfair it is to ask that, Yuri has to fight back another wave of anger. He can't get mad again. Helsing will spook. It's the farthest he can think right now, but at least it's a step. Better then the blind rage that's driven the whole day.

"It wasn't my fault," he grumbles. Wincing as he feels something twinge.

Jack nodded.

"I know. I believe you. You don't have to convince me."

He caught that twinge out of the corner of his eyes.

"You alright?"

"No."

Going by the last few experiences, Yuri will talk. When he's ready. But it's no good trying to pull things from him like this. Clearly scared and furious about it.

Helsing squirms loose, though it's just to settle on Yuri's lap. Purring emphatically. His urge to scream lessens by a fraction. Instead there's a deep, shuddering breath. The fucking vampire's brought Yuri his cat. To bail him out of a police station.

Is life ever going to make sense again?

"Can we just... go home."

It's the first time he's ever called Morrison's place that. But it's better then being out here. At least in that house anyone gives a damn about Yuri as a person.

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