Re: FIC: Captive

["Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>]

Great stuff weryvcb,

You really did a good job at creating the atmoshpere and the tension between B/W, even though they were only together for a short time. Plus the whole hot factor, can't wait to read more, after I take a shower, lol.

-CDS
----- Original Message ----- 
From: weryvcb@xxxxxxxxx 
To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 
Sent: Sunday, August 19, 2001 12:51 PM
Subject: FIC: Captive


Hey everyone. I was browsing through the posts and an idea popped 
into my head so I decided I had to write it down. Strange, huh?
Anyways, I love feedback (hint hint).... I hate to beg but everytime 
somebody comments I have a little party in my head. Enough babbling 
though, here it is. 


The Captive


The air shimmered all around her in the afternoon heat, the 
sky the lightest blue, casting down torment to all its subjects. The 
short blonde walked through the marketplace, dodging the throngs of 
people as she made her way across the square. The air was full of the 
smell of chicken and onions and people, so full that it left a sour 
taste in her mouth, and the thousand feet surrounding her kicked up 
the dirt and sand, leaving her crisp white toga tinged in red.  
"Ah, we speak of Rome as the prize jewel, but all this 
poverty, slavery, and despair. Constantly we expand and new nations 
are enveloped by us. But are we not in the midst of decline? Ceasar 
has been stabbed and two armies wage a war for the world." She 
glanced back, making sure that Alexander and Thorus were following, 
carrying her baskets overflowing with fruit and the things that had 
struck her fancy. To be honest, despite political upheaval, life was 
good. Life had given her wealth and the wars had left her with tens' 
of slaves to do her bidding. And in a few hours, she might be basking 
in the fading light of sunset behind her house, possibly wading 
through the turquoise water, feeling its' gentle soothing current 
taunt her feet and wash away the grime of the awful city. Or maybe 
she would be wandering through her gardens, the thousands of 
different flowers lingering over her senses. 
The cries of an auction broke her from her thoughts, and 
almost angrily she turned and glared at those who screamed out 
towards a stage. The dark faced men, in their long flowing suits of 
silk, yelled out across and bid on the fresh batch of slaves, 
probably excited over the latest conquests of Rome. They had expanded 
across new territory, and that meant that even more slaves would be 
brought in. She had never been to an auction before, so she walked 
over to observe. All her slaves were gifts, or had been won in bets. 
Some she had enjoyed, others she had discarded. On the small 
platform, a young boy of 17 was being bid on, and the screams of the 
crowd had grown incessant until he was snatched up by some girl 
probably half is age, for 220 dinoes, and the crowd then shouted, 
some in amusement, others in disappointment. The yelling was fierce 
and barbaric and it screamed into her ears, and once again she wished 
to be off to her home. But then all the yelling seemed to fade away 
as she witnessed the new slave being dragged across chained to a 
pole, her arms held above her while her feet were bonded to the 
ground. Buffy gasped. It was a girl, probably her age, if not 
younger. She had the strangest hair, was her first thought. It was a 
dark red, down to her shoulders, unruly but somehow it glimmered in 
the sun. She was pale and unmarked, although streaked with dirt, all 
across her legs, and a long smear down her torso. Her captors had 
been nice, for small patches of clothing covered her up, but left her 
midriff exposed as well as her legs and everything else. Buffy's 
breath caught in her throat. The girl, so vulnerable yet so fierce,  
had somehow touched her heart, and she had to have her. The crowd was 
trembling with excitement and the noise rose and broke with Buffy's 
exclamation. "500," she called out, and everyone turned to look at 
the blonde headed girl who had given a fortune, as well as the 
captive on the platform, her sapphire eyes searching the crowd for 
the voice that had claimed her.  
"Oh Athena," the girl muttered to herself. In front of her 
and through the crowd she could see the woman who wanted her. The 
girl's white robes set apart her tanned skin. She screamed wealth 
with her long golden hair and her ruby lips and the captive could 
feel herself blush. 
"Sold, for 500 dinoes," a burly man called out and hands shot 
out of nowhere and unclasped her, then roughly pulled her to the 
back. 
Buffy went forward and reached out to her purse to pay the 
man. She was then presented with the girl. Tentatively, her hand 
reached forward and cupped the red-headed girls cheek. She felt her 
flinch, but then she felt her give in to the contact and almost 
unconsciously lean forwards, her mouth parting slightly. The blonde 
smiled, because she knew. That night she would bathe the red head in 
the pool's by her abode and dress her in the finest silk. The girl 
would not work, would not slave with the rest, but would be hers. 
Tonight, she would claim the girl for her own.

TBC?



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