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- Sep 18, 2010
James frowned as he watched yet another worthless human was brought before him and the other vampires in the room. He had high hopes that the auction that he had been invited to would produce at least a few good slaves, but as the night went on he was repeatedly disappointed. He sat in his seat, fourth one in on the fifth row, his black blazer unbuttoned, showing off the simple gray t-shirt he had on underneath. He slid his hand into the pocket of his black slacks, fingering a gold ring that brought back so many painful memories.
He glanced up at the clock, groaning inwardly as he had been there for over an hour, wasting his time. He stood up, his six foot frame easily towering over the other vampires sitting around him. He started walking to the main isle intent on getting to the exit and never coming to another auction again, when he heard the auctioneer announce he was bringing out the last slave of the night. He turned around to face what he already smelled as a woman, admiring her curves and frowning at the hood that covered her face. He would have to wait a few seconds longer before the auctioneer would take it off to see if she was worth bidding for.
He glanced up at the clock, groaning inwardly as he had been there for over an hour, wasting his time. He stood up, his six foot frame easily towering over the other vampires sitting around him. He started walking to the main isle intent on getting to the exit and never coming to another auction again, when he heard the auctioneer announce he was bringing out the last slave of the night. He turned around to face what he already smelled as a woman, admiring her curves and frowning at the hood that covered her face. He would have to wait a few seconds longer before the auctioneer would take it off to see if she was worth bidding for.