wheels_shadow: (caged)
It was a terrible idea and he knew it, but it wasn't the first terrible idea that Rhys had ever had, and it wasn't going to be the last.

And very honestly? He was pretty much out of good ones. All he knew was that he couldn't keep going the way he was going. Living on the edge of starvation was dangerous for far too many reasons, and he was tired of it. The nightly hunting put him at risk, and the few human friends he had...he could only take so much from them. He needed another source, a safe, reliable one, and this...well.

It was a terrible idea. But it was a possible solution, and there weren't a lot of other life options that included "new vampire" and "stability" in the same sentence.

He was still arguing with himself when he eased past the bouncers, into a smoky industrial waterfront warehouse reeking of lust and desperation. So that was the line of reasoning, utterly, completely fucked-up reasoning, that had led him to a black market slave auction. Even when he was alive, he'd known about them, or at least, heard the rumors. Now that he was One Of Them, with a backstage pass to the shadowy underside of the monster world? Full access.

A passing brunette in spectacular gold and green silk glowered a warning at him, eyes narrowed to vertical slits and giving off the warning odor of perfume and venom. Rhys just stared back at the naga as she passed, giving her a blank, uncaring look with scarlet eyes. That's right, sister, keep slithering on. Baby fangs doesn't mean I can't still make boots out of your scaly ass.

Okay, maybe not actually one of them, but close enough. Certainly close enough to get into their little private club parties, if he was willing to put up with the disdain, filthy looks, and occasional outright fear or hate. And as despicable as he found it, as much as the reek of pain and rage and desperation threatened to choke him, at least he could argue he was doing something good, right?

He had the perfect undercover disguise, because he was a vampire. Take someone home. Take off the chains, take them away from the beatings, the humiliation, and the threat of death, keep them in relative comfort in exchange for...just a little blood. Not a terrible exchange, in the grand scheme. And this was a small auction- not too much competition, no high rollers. Most of what he'd find here would be the dregs of the market: the injured and retired pit fighters, the aging house servants, the unruly, half-feral teenagers. He could find what he was looking for easily enough, without a ruckus, and then be done with it. Go home quietly and just...see if he could make it work.

Not a terrible idea. Really. He'd had worse, and this had potential. He rubbed absently at the leg of his leather pants, making his way toward the preview hall. The antiquities and rare goods normally would have drawn his attention, but tonight, that wasn't what he was looking for. Tonight, his attention was on the cages at the far back, on the platforms set behind nice, safe rope boundaries.

Date: 2014-06-30 02:16 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (grr)
He'd been a slave for as long as he could remember. Stolen away from his family as a child, turned and eventually captured, Sam had only the vaguest memories of home and family. Passed from monster to monster, he'd done just about everything in his brutal life. Gladiator, pet, bedwarmer, the happiest years he'd ever known were working for an old demon who simply wanted a strong back to lift carts of books and allowed Sam to read them at night.

But with his old master dead, killed by hunters, Sam was back on the block. He was stripped down, wearing nothing but the silver collar that burned into his skin, a reminder to all that stopped to look that he was a wolf. Dangerous. They treated him like an animal and he was happy to oblige with golden eyes and a mouth full of fangs. Pleasure houses didn't take in slaves that weren't broken and he'd die before he was sent back to a place like that.

Naga, witch, demon, they all stopped, all ran greedy hands over his skin, but all eventually walked away when they saw that he was no tame lap dog.

Maybe they'd take him back to the gladiator pits, just let him fight to the death until he finally found peace.

His eyes flicker up as a man approaches and doesn't pull away. There's something almost human in those crimson eyes. Regret, discomfort. Emotions alien enough that Sam doesn't look away, doesn't immediately rumble out a challenge.

Date: 2014-07-01 01:39 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (owowow)
"Oh yes, the gift that continues to disappoint." A sharp jab to Sam's ribs, forcing the wolf to lower his eyes again. "Trained in the pleasure houses, dumped in the arena, even hard labor didn't break this pup. But keep him fed and keep a lash soaked in silver nitrate or wolfsbane and that'll keep him tame enough, isn't that right boy?" Another blow, this time to the kidneys and Sam dropped to one knee.

"His last master was exorcised, sent back to the Pits. 'm just here cleaning up his mess. Call him part of an estate sale if you will." Anything to just get rid of the last few items at this point. The demon was bored and ready to collect his coin. All he had to do was unload the oversized dog and a few old books and he could retire to one of the pleasure houses for the day, maybe even the arenas.

The blows hurt, he wasn't invulnerable to pain, not with silver around his neck and the prod tipped with silver nubs. But Sam refused to make a sound. He'd die before he'd give that in something like the market.

Date: 2014-07-02 02:11 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (listening)
All he wants is quiet. Sure. That's how it always starts. Try and soften up the slave with a little kindness before ripping it away to watch him crumble, watch him crawl. It was a game he'd seen played time and time again over the years, from master to master.

Still. It was better than where he'd likely be dumped, to either fight to the death with tooth and fang or the humiliation of the pleasure houses until he was of no more use and then dumped into the pits. Disposable. Sam doesn't pay any attention to the negotiation because in the end it doesn't matter. The vampire has decided he wants him and the demon wants to be rid of him. A commodity, a pet. Not a person.

Money changes hands and a braided leather leash is hooked into a ring on his collar. The demon fists a hand in shaggy brown hair, hauling Sam to his feet. "There you are then, one young, strapping wolf. There's a marking station on your way out if you want to brand your mark into your pet."

Sam goes utterly rigid at the suggestion, refusing to look at either of them.

Show nothing. Give them nothing. Pull it all in and stay alive another day.

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Date: 2014-07-13 02:28 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (listening)
The delivery of food in the morning had been a surprise. While Sam had never been owned by a vampire before, he knew enough and had honestly not expected to see or hear from him until far closer to sundown. More food was just as welcome as it had been the night before, and Sam tore into it all. He'd even done his best to wash the dishes in the small bathroom sink, leaving them dry and neatly stacked on the table.

Solid, restful sleep. Not jarring awake when he moves and the collar sears into him; no one banging on the bars of his cage for no reason. The rest and food had helped measurably and while he's going to be skittish for awhile, Sam is starting to believe that maybe he can trust Rhys. At least a little.

The books were fascinating and he'd already finished one of them when he raps on the door. Sam sets the book aside instantly, moving to stand. He lowers his eyes. "Better. Thank you."

He's already decided to ask, to be allowed to shift and show Rhys his wolf. Now if he can work up the courage to do it.

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Date: 2014-07-14 06:57 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (watching)
The time as well as the solitude have given them both a chance to regroup. Sam has been able to sleep, to breathe and recover a bit from his ordeal at the market. While he's still not certain what's going to happen with the vampire, with Rhys, his agitation has been ratcheted down to mild uncertainty.

"No," he ventures after a moment. "No problems." And even if there were, he wouldn't have said anything. This is more than he's ever been given, more space, more kindness and more care. Slowly the room is taking on his scent, becoming his, a quiet space of his own and one he'd die to defend. "The window is nice."

A restless shift. He wants to ask, needs to ask, because without the silver, he can finally slip his form for the first time since the pits. But Sam still isn't used to asking for things for himself. So he waits to hear what is expected, what Rhys needs him to do. It can't be as simple as leaving him completely in peace, only coming to feed can it?

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Date: 2014-08-06 05:46 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (Default)
Salvage. He wasn't salvage. He'd been stolen away from people who had loved him. Even if Sam didn't remember their names, he could remember that much. His hands are shaking when he pulls them away from the mug, curling in on himself. Maybe one day he'll be able to look at the records, but not now. The pain still simmers too close to the surface and his control isn't infinite. The last thing he wants to do is harm anyone because of a bad memory slipping through to the surface.

My name is Sam. I have a brother. He took care of me. And I'm safe here. An added line to the mantra that had always calmed him before. A reminder that he had a past and had a home now. It helps steady his breathing and scrubbing at his face Sam nods slowly. "I need to know. If they remember me.. who they are."

Another deep breath. "I might never be normal. But I just want to know." And he's pretty sure that if anyone could understand that, Rhys just might.

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Date: 2014-08-08 02:29 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (Default)
Sam looks up at him again, his gaze hopeful. Tears glimmer in his eyes and he hesitantly reaches over for his hand. "Thank you. I can't.. I can't tell you what this means. My entire life I've only been able to hold on to a few things. But never hope. Never once."

A shaky breath. "I have a home here. A life. I can't.. this is more than any slave could have hoped for. Every day all I've had to hold on to was my name, my brother, and that I had to make it another day. That was all I had. But now? I have hope."

It's more than he's likely said in months. Or longer. But it still has to be said. Rhys is quiet and earnest, gentle and caring. He's taken care of him, protected and sheltered him and Sam can't thank him enough for that. Because thanks to the young, thoughtful vampire, he's remembering what it means to be himself. To be Sam and not just a slave.

"I have a home."

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Date: 2014-09-08 04:17 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (sad sam)
“Nervous,” Sam admits after a moment, smiling down at their hands. Nervous about everything. About traveling away from the one place that’s come to mean safety and home, about finding his family and how they’ll see him. Will they see a lost son, or a broken man, no longer even human? Sam isn’t trying to think about it too much, overexamine things. It’s easier to slip into old routines. Prepare and wait. Don’t anticipate. Take things as they come. Survive.

Between the two of them, it’s a different source of nerves. Sam wants to know what it’s like to be held and cared for, but there are times when fear crawls icy fingers up his spine, threatening to break through and wreck the moment. It’s going to be a long, torturous road to find something balanced, between throwing himself at Rhys and begging for everything at once and pulling away and never knowing at all.

Sam licks his lips, clearly readying himself to ask a question he’s afraid to. “I won’t.. I won’t have to wear a collar will I?” Because it’s one thing to be free in a familiar house, with only Rhys close by. It’s something entirely different to be out in public with other eyes on him. Eyes that will no doubt see the scars slowly fading around his neck. Freedom is a huge concept to a slave who’s never known it, and even now he still has occasional trouble getting his head around the idea. “I don’t want to be taken away.” Losing his freedom now would likely be the end of him, and if Sam had to bear wearing something to keep the slavers away, then he would find some way to cope with it.

Date: 2014-09-09 04:38 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (panic)
Mention of leash laws draws an uneasy look and Sam can't help but fold in on himself a little. He's worn enough leashes and collars in his life. If he has to, he'll simply stay human for the duration of the trip. A bandanna he could probably handle, but anything else he'd likely wind up turning down if he can. Leashes hold too many unpleasant associations and he'd rather avoid them at all costs.

But Sam has worn a collar before. If circumstances demanded it, if there was no other way, then he'd manage somehow.

And he'll trust Rhys to handle the aspects of tribute however he feels necessary. Sam has traveled before, passing through various held lands under different owners. He'd even been the one given as tribute, a night's amusement for a demon or vampire along the way.

It won't happen again. Every time the old fear threatens to rear up and engulf him, Sam reminds himself of that. Rhys cares for him. He won't hand him over like that. Tribute will be something material. Not him.

So maybe he clings to his hand a little tighter when Rhys rolls to face him again. "I know you will. I trust you."

Trust. It's all he has now. When the excitement of the trip mingles with old fears and Sam has trouble sorting it out, he can set it all aside and trust that Rhys will look out for him when he can't quite piece things together on his own. Because Sam might be a highly skilled slave, but there are so many things about being free that he's not quite ready to deal with, decisions he's never had to make before.

He can trust in Rhys, even allow himself to care about him. They'll find their way together. They might stumble along the way, but Sam knows he can do it as long as Rhys is there with him.

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Date: 2014-10-19 11:42 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (listening)
Sam doesn't even dare to breathe for a moment, watching his brother through carefully lowered eyes. Relaxed and easy, digging into dinner with relish and trading stories with the other patrons at the counter. Dean. The brother that took care of him. The brother that was still looking for him, even after all this time.

He closes his eyes, dragging in a long, slow breath through his nose. It's easy to push aside the other scents around him. Rhys, the last of the coffee in his cup, the waitress who wears perfume that smells like violets and roses. There. He thinks he's got it now - the scent of his brother. Warmth, leather and motor oil, a faint spice that was probably cologne he put on that morning. Sweat.

Control isn't just exerted on a slave, it's expected of one. You learned how to control yourself early in order to stay in favor and stay alive. Sam is grateful for the control, managing a slow nod at the question. Dean is safe, he's happy, that's what matters right now. He'd only wanted to come to the diner for a glimpse of him and that's what he's got. "I'm okay."

As Benny leans to refill Dean's coffee, there's a murmured exchange between them and Sam tilts his head. "He's telling Dean about you. Us."

Date: 2014-10-21 12:56 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (Default)

"Please," he gives a shaky nod, unable to keep looking at his brother. He's nearing overwhelmed, too much new information, too many new scents, he needs to go before panic swamps him utterly.

"I can't breathe. I need air," he whimpers.

Dean. Dean his brother is sitting right there.

Peace in the motel. Curled up in Rhys's arms. He needs time to process, time to think. What will he do if Dean doesn't want him?

It's okay. He's seen him. He has Rhys. He won't be alone ever again.

"Please. Can.. can I wait outside?"

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Date: 2014-11-07 02:21 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (Default)
It’s amazing, what a little peace and care can do for a former slave. Sam had refused to let the years of abuse break him, so when Rhys found him – saved him – he could start finding himself again. All of those small kindnesses, those small gestures meant the world to the big wolf and he’d be grateful for the rest of his life for every one of them. Sam doesn’t know what it really means to love, but he knows that Rhys has both his loyalty and affection for everything that he’s done.
There are still days when it’s difficult, but they’re becoming fewer and happening less often. All Sam has to do is reach for Rhys, something that had taken weeks for him to even screw up his courage to do, and he knows that he’s safe. Protected.

While Rhys cleans up, Sam quietly busies himself around the room. Making beds, straightening their things, just work to keep himself moving. Something else to focus on.

A text sent and replied to and they were on their way – back to Benny’s café for a quick bite to eat before Dean finished his shift. Apparently the big vampire had already gotten the word out to his regulars that they’d be closing early that night – there were only a handful of people inside and most were on their way out the door already. Allowing them to meet in peace.

Sam knows he should eat – he’d eaten earlier but a were had something of a ridiculously high metabolism and after years of going hungry or living on the brink of starvation, he never passed up an opportunity for a meal. Until tonight. Tonight he’s going to see his brother and nerves are threatening to get the better of him as he picks at the food in front of him.

My name is Sam. I have a brother. I’m going to see him again.

Re: loop!

Date: 2014-11-09 12:04 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] wolfy_sam
wolfy_sam: (brohug)
The night air helps and if Sam wasn't already so nervous, he might have wanted to shift, to stick his head completely out the window and drink in all the sounds and smells the town had to offer.

But he doesn't, he just picks uneasily at his meal, finally pulled out of his own head by the cool hand over his. Sam offers a nervous, slight smile. Dean said he wanted to see him, but finally getting close to that moment? To seeing his brother? The waiting is almost unbearable.

Finally the door opens and Sam slides out of the booth as Dean hovers near the door. Dean. His brother. Sam can barely breathe.

Dean is just as terrified, just as nervous as Sam is, but his brother is coming closer so he forces his feet into action, looking up (and up) at him.

"I think.. I think you're my brother." Sam's voice is small, barely audible in the quiet diner.

"Sammy." His name is a sob and Dean's hand curls around the back of his neck, hauling his lost little brother into his arms. Something finally gives way in the big wolf and he folds into his brother, burying his face against his shoulder, his body heaving in great sobs. Grieving for everything that he'd suffered, everything that he'd never let himself feel the last twenty years. He has a brother. He found him again.

"'ve got you Sammy," Dean rasps, holding him fiercely as they sink to the floor. He'll hold on forever. His little brother's come home.

Sam's home.

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