<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/thumb_portrait_left.jpg)</div>Staring down at the woman, Tomás skillfully kept his less than angelic expression on his face, unfaultering. She really was a beauty, a delicate flower he couldn’t wait to taste. There was something else about her, though. Something he couldn’t quite place that appealed to him. He started to circle her again, this time looking for blemishes; he was one to expect perfection. His voice held a calculating purr as he asked the vampire on the throne,<strong>”Is she a virgin?”</strong>It had been the only requirement Tomás had given the man. Who simply waved the question off, “Of course she is! Though, I don’t know what use you see in it. They know so little, I can’t imagine they could bring a man of your age much pleasure.” Tomás thought it was a shame the ignorant crook didn’t understand the appeal. Virgins were still so innocent, so delicate, so… decadent. There were so many reason Tomás preferred his blood slaves be virgins. Cleanliness, for one thing; a virgin’s blood was pure and clean. But of course, the knowledge that no other being had touched them, the ability to mold and corrupt the beautiful creature in front of him to his desires was invigorating. The smirk he sported pulled up into a grin, just so he could show the human his teeth as his fangs elongated for a briefest of moments.<strong>”Excelente.”</strong>His spanish was flawless, his accent quite strong when he fell into his native tongue.<br/><br/>The sounds of clanking shackles pulled his attention away from the red headed flower to the armed guard of his soon to be new pet. His expression slipped back into one of neutrality as he moved about to look upon the werewolf. Even beneath the dirt and blood and grunge, Tomás could see how attractive the man was. That was certainly a treat. Even despite the fact he was a werewolf, as well. The vampire had a healthy respect for the beasts as one should for a creature that could rip you limb from limb… as this one had so thoroughly demonstrated. But the fact of the matter was, they were beneath him. As the guards moved out, giving him the room he wanted to examine the merchandise, Tomás moved in close. He showed no fear of the beast before him. Not because the beast was chained, oh no, because Tomás was confident enough in his abilities that he could take the male. Regardless of the quite impressive display he had just put on.<br/><br/>As he completed his circle, he had noted a few things. Right off the bat he noticed, this cursed man was a fine specimen of the male form. It was hardly a secret Tomás had dabbled in sexual activities with the same sex; his last blood slave had been male. But this male had something about him, much like the human female, that he liked. And it wasn’t just the amazing physique. The second thing he picked up was that this wolf wasn’t fond of his restraints. He was very subtle about it, but the movement was caught by the vampire, none the less. Though the guards seemed to fail to see this. Demetri wasn’t known for his smart allies. Tomás decided he wouldn’t mention this little fact. And the last thing to catch his attention was the unsavory words from one of the scumbags goons.<br/><br/>The sweet voice of his soon to be blood slave let out two soft words before she collapsed onto the ground. Unbelievable. Tomás brought a hand up, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh as he turned his back to the werewolf. He took a few slow, precise steps away from the fighter before looking about the salesman.<strong>”This.”</strong>He started, dropping his hand, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he looked up to Demetri,<strong>”Is the best you could do? A fainter and this,”</strong>He turned back to the werewolf, waving a hand in his direction,<strong>”Filthy thing?”</strong>Her let his tone fall into something like displeasure. Demetri for his part tried not to look so nervous, but he had every reason to be where Tomás was concerned. The man on the throne stutter a bit as he stood, defending his selections, “B-both are excellent quality. You saw for yourself what the wolf can do and the woman is pure, just like you asked for. We had a deal, Tomás.” The pig was worried he was going to lose his money and had two extra mouths to feed.<br/><br/>Tomás grinned,<strong>”Quizás…”</strong>he began, then paused,<strong>”No, you are right, of course. Here.”</strong>The vampire reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a stack of bills, bond together by a paper wrapper indicating the denomination of the bills, tossing the stack at Demetri’s feet. Who looked at the bills, frowning. “That’s half what we agreed upon.” Tomás crossed his arms over his chest, his face lacking all emotion. He could feel all the eyes of the minions in the room on him, and slowly his lips pulled up into a grin.<strong>”It is my offer, after seeing the merchandise. Take it or leave it.”</strong>He let the words fill the room, watching Demetri closely as he waited for a reply. The money was more than fair, since he was certain the two had cost him very little. The fat vampire remained silent, weighing his options, until finally he spoke. “It’s a deal, even if it cuts into my profits.”