Summary: After being abducted from the streets, you’re set to be auctioned off to the vampire nobility as a bloodbag. To make matters worse, one of their number, the powerful and sinister Silas Lovell, has taken a special interest in you. Can anything, or anyone, save you from his clutches?

Characters:

• SILAS LOVELL (“Luh-VELL”) - Vampire; head of the Lovell Clan. Self-important, dominant, salacious. Enjoys holding power over others, particularly humans. Considers humans to be less than vampires, only good for providing blood and slave labor.
• ROGERS - Member of the staff at the Auction House.
• AUCTIONEER - Controls the auction proceedings. Their lines can be given to Rogers to keep things simple, or they can be voiced by a different VA.
• ZACHARIAH BEAUMONT - Vampire; head of the Beaumont Clan. Kind and level-headed. Believes that humans should not be enslaved, and that vampires should only subsist off donated blood. Lovell’s biggest rival, and a thorn in his side.

CW: human trafficking, licentious talk/behavior, domination, magical compulsion, mentions of slavery

Usage:

• OK to record & monetize, as long as you give me credit in the video/audio description as the scriptwriter! Paywalling is fine, too. Either way, please allow me to listen to the recording when it’s done–you can send me the link on Reddit, either in a comment or a private chat.
• Gender-flipping and small tweaks are okay, but no large edits are permitted.
• Feel free to use music or insert sound effects if you’d like. Any sound effects given are suggestions–use at your discretion.
• Any dialogue or reactions given by the Listener are purely for the benefit of the VA, to help them feel like they have something to respond to while they’re acting.
• Please let me know if you have any questions!

Author’s Note: This script contains multiple scenes. Scene 1 can be done as a stand-alone piece, or you can do both scenes! Names for the two vampires are given, but the VA can feel free to substitute their own name in if they so choose.

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SCENE 1: Backstage at the House of Temptation, an Auction House. Rogers and Lovell are walking among cages with humans inside, who are going to be auctioned off as bloodbags to the highest bidding vampires.

\Optional sound effects–sinister music, rattling cages\**

LOVELL: Mmm…quite the selection.

ROGERS: I’m glad they appeal to you, Master Lovell. Usually we prefer to keep things a surprise, but considering your family’s generosity to our Auction House, it’s our pleasure to offer you a sneak peak at the merchandise.

LOVELL: The pleasure is all mine, Rogers. \knowing, dangerous** But, you haven’t shown me everything just yet, have you?

ROGERS: Perceptive as always, Master Lovell. Yes…there’s one more.

LOVELL: Well, then? Don’t play coy with me. Show them to me, now.

ROGERS: As you wish, Master Lovell. Right this way.

Rogers leads Lovell to a particular cage, in which the Listener is imprisoned.

ROGERS: Here she is, sire.

LOVELL: Excellent, Rogers. \to the Listener** Can you hear me, pet? Open your eyes.

The Listener remains motionless.

LOVELL: Oh, you can try to play dead, darling, but I can hear your heart picking up speed. That fear, singing in your veins…it’s delicious. Now, open your eyes, and let your future master see you. I said– \Sound effect–echo/reverb on his next words, to show he’s using hypnosis\** –open your eyes.

Thanks to his powers, the Listener is forced to open their eyes, looking at him.

LOVELL: Yes…good girl. \inhales deeply through the nose** Ahhhh. I could smell you as soon as I set foot in the room…that luscious, heady scent. Why do you smell so good, little pet? \to Rogers** Do we have any information on this one, Rogers?

ROGERS: Unfortunately, no, sire. She was found in the alleys, like the rest of them. She fought like an animal–took out two scouts before they could subdue her.

LOVELL: Oh, really? \to the Listener** So, you’re a feisty one, hmm? \dark chuckle** How delightful…that just makes it all the more fun. My goodness, where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. Master Silas Lovell, head of Clan Lovell of the Five Families, and distinguished member of the Council of Night. I’ll have to think of a proper name for you…for now, I think “my pet” will do, until you learn your place.

The Listener tells Lovell that they’re no one’s pet.

LOVELL: You’re no one’s pet, you say? \laughs** Perhaps not yet…but trust me, my darling, you will be. No one dares to challenge me, and lives to tell the tale. Once the auction begins, one single bid, and you’ll be mine. Come closer, darling. \Same sound effect–echo/reverb\** Come closer. Step towards the front…let me look at you.

The Listener tries to resist, but Lovell’s powers draw them forward, towards the front of the cage.

LOVELL: My, you are a fighter, my pet. It’s rare that anyone even attempts to resist my hypnosis. Oh, I’m going to enjoy watching you break. It may take some time, but eventually, you’ll bend to my will. It will be fun to watch your resolve crumble…slowly, piece by piece, until finally, all that’s left is perfect obedience.

LOVELL: \inhales again** Your scent is even more powerful up close. It’s positively divine… \soft, creepy** You know, for a human street rat, you’re quite a pretty little thing. Your porcelain skin; your delicate face; your eyes full of fire. I wonder what that body of yours looks like, beneath all the rags and the filth. I wonder how it will feel to have you in my arms…to feel you writhe in my grasp, as I hold you, pinning your arms…to feel you shudder, as my hot breath ghosts over your neck, my fangs tracing that soft skin. Oh, my sweet little bloodbag…I can hardly keep myself from prying open these bars and claiming you right here and now. But, as a Lovell…I must maintain some semblance of propriety. I’ll wait until you’re officially mine…and then, I shall have you. Your delectable blood…your beautiful body…every part of you will be mine.

ROGERS: Master Lovell? Pardon me for interrupting, but the auction will begin soon. May I show you to your seat?

LOVELL: Very well. \to the Listener** Forgive me, my pet…it seems I must step away for a time. But don’t fret…as soon as our arrangement is official, I’ll be back to claim you. In the meantime, be a good little pet, worthy of your new master’s name. Now, you respond, “Yes, Master.” Go on.

The Listener keeps their mouth shut.

LOVELL: Go on. Say it.

Still, the Listener keeps their mouth shut.

LOVELL: Last chance, pet. Say it…unless you want me to force it out of you.

“....Yes, Master,” the Listener finally chokes out.

LOVELL: \chuckle** Good girl. You’re learning already. Farewell, then, my little pet. I shall see you soon.

SCENE 2: The Main Room at the Auction House. The AUCTIONEER stands onstage.

\Sound effect–crowd chattering. Optional sound effect–magnify the Auctioneer’s words, as though they are using a microphone\**

And that about wraps things up for tonight. My lords and ladies, we only have one more item available for bidding. I know you’ve seen many lovely prizes tonight, but trust me–this one is the finest yet!

They raise the curtain. \Sound effect–excited whispers from the crowd. Optional\**

That’s right! If you were wondering what that delicious smell was, wonder no longer! I’m told she’s a bit of a firecracker…still, with her scent, and her looks, I’m sure she will be quite the delicacy for whoever gets her! Now…let’s start the bidding at 10,000. Do we have 10,000?--yes; right there; thank you, my lady! Do I have 15,000? Yes; 15,000 there; the sire in the blue cravat! Do I have 20?--Yes!--30?--Yes!--50?--

LOVELL: Two hundred thousand.

\Sound effect–gasps and whispers\**

AUCTIONEER: \shocked** I…um…my god. \clears throat, tries to recover** Um, yes! 200,000 from Master Lovell. Can anyone match that? Anyone?...Going once…going twice…

BEAUMONT: Two hundred twenty.

LOVELL: \voice deadly** Beaumont? What the hell are you doing!?--

BEAUMONT: Two hundred twenty, Lovell. Will you match it?

LOVELL: This isn’t a game, Beaumont!

BEAUMONT: I’m well aware. Now, let’s respect our friends’ time. Either match me, or withdraw.

LOVELL: Grrr…two hundred thirty!

AUCTIONEER: \intimidated** Two hundred thirty! Very, er–very well–can anyone give me two hundred and–?

BEAUMONT: Two hundred fifty.

LOVELL: Think carefully, boy. No matter what price you name, I can always go higher. But more than that…do you really wish to challenge me?

BEAUMONT: Are you threatening me, Lovell? Very well. In that case–I hereby invoke the Right of Vasile.

\Sound effect–gasps and whispers\**

LOVELL: Wh–what!? Here?

BEAUMONT: Why else would I have said it?

LOVELL: You’d invoke it over a petty human bloodbag?

BEAUMONT: A human bloodbag you were willing to place over two hundred thousand on. That hardly seems petty to me.

LOVELL: You don’t know what you’re doing!...

BEAUMONT: Lovell. Either yield in accordance with tradition, or else accept the curse that comes with breaking one of our most ancient customs.

LOVELL: \livid, but out of options*…*Very well, then. I—I yield.

\Gasps from the crowd\**

AUCTIONEER: Er…then, I–I suppose that concludes the bidding! Sold, for two hundred and fifty thousand, to Master Zachariah Beaumont!

\Sound effect–gavel. The crowd continues murmuring\**

AUCTIONEER: All winning bidders may join us backstage to collect your merchandise. Thank you all for joining us tonight at the Temptation Auction House. May our Lady of Night smile upon you!

LOVELL: \to himself, seething** Foolish boy. You think you’ve won…but our war has only just begun. By my unbeating heart…I will have my little pet.