A line of humans were being prepared for tonight's betting. Each human were loincloths if male, and a plain dress if female. The horror and dead stares were the only things they could show as a young boy grabbed finished cleaning them up if there were any signs of blood or dirt. Among them stood a nineteen year old boy with dirty blond hair, his color loincloth was lavender with a strange symbol sewn into the middle of the cloth. He also had different colored chains, not the dull grey ones such as the others, but shining gold which played well with his light skin.<br/><br/>Soon the guest were brought in and seated. Those who were well known or those who seemed wealthy received full pamphlets of each slave. Tonight was a special night. Among the normal pamphlets laid one of different color.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>Tonight we are proud to offer a great breed! A mutt from the human world of both wild human and a well breed from the great Alexandra family.</i>​</div><i><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<i>He goes by Nathan Jones, but of course you can change it as such. He is a nineteen year old mutt, but with excellent blood which we have tested to have a 75% match to said family. He has no scars, markings, or anything else which would taint him.</i><br/>
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<i>Since he is a high percent of being such a rare breed (or at least the connections to the great breed), he will have a high bet. Enjoy tonight and please sample such a wonderful blood!</i>​</div></i><br/>There were a few humans offering blood samples, one came to a vampire and offered a platter, again a small cup colored in lavender as to sample the rare breed's blood.<br/><br/>Soon the betting began as humans were walked out, twirled, and presented to the many vampires who would do, well, anything to them. They could be killed, raped, torn apart, anything. They couldn't do a damn thing.<br/><br/>It was hours before Nathan was brought out. He shook as he was lead out, being treated much tenderly as the sellers did not want to lower his price. "And this is our last bet for the night! This is the special we have been advertising for weeks. The sweet blood most of you have tasted. Tonight the betting starts at ten-thousand! Lets it begin!" the cheerful man said.<br/><br/>Soon others began to shout out prices, always raising and raising until those were couldn't afford him were out. Now there were only a handful, and well they shouted Nathan had began to try to pull away, to run away but failed since the chains were too tight around his wrist, neck, and ankles.