Auction Night

                                    

                                          
Auction night came along, as everyone in the gang dressed for the "occasion", Quinn helped me with my outfit. It was a bit revealing for me, but she said i looked hot. And here i was again trying to fit in. "Bitchin" Quinn said, as she pulled me in front of a mirror. Wearing fish net stockings with a ripped skirt. And my cropped top was black, covering my torso revealing some cleavage. "Not let me just.." she started, as she applied blush and some crimson red lipstick on my lips. She then made a puckering face towards me, as i did the same. Before we kissed the air together. "Perfect" she said, as we faced the mirror. "Now you definitely look like the Harley to my Quinn" she said, as i laughed. 
Once we walked out into the middle of the hideout, to meet up with the rest of the gang. Of course the boys were staring, but i pretended not to notice. "Took you long enough" Beck said, as he cleared his throat. "Let's go, we don't wanna be late" Trix said, as we climbed into the van. And started off down the road. I had no idea where we were headed, the windows were still blacked out and all i could make out were flashing lights. I'm assuming street lights. The van then pulled to a stop a few moments later, and the first thing i heard was loud cheering and clapping in the near distance. Quinn and i walked out of the van together, as i looked in front of me to see tons of people crowded, around under a bridge, literally out in the open. A stage, some kind of number meter, several cars all around us, sort of like trapping us into a circle. 
And every person was wearing a mask, the excitement in the atmosphere was electric. But i had no idea why.. all these witnesses to several crimes and they were excited about it? "Everyone who comes to watch the auction, signs like a hundred wavers, making sure no one says anything, records anything, or even talk about what they saw here." Damon said. "Or else they get murdered" Beck said, as he pretended to slice his throat with his finger. "What do they do? like.. sign the waver in blood?" i asked, as a joke, as everyone laughed. 
I literally have lost count of how many kidnappings i've helped them with, but i know i'm getting closer to where they were taking the celebs. I just needed to know who was paying for them. And where they are holding them for now. "We're the blockbusters" Trix said, as he was checking us in. We then showed our tattoos, as the guys eyed them and then let us pass. Before we entered the crowd of "fans". "Well well well, if it isn't Trixton Baxtor" a voice said, as Trix sighed, before turning to face a guy who was standing in front of another gang. "Asher.." he said, as the guy folded his arms. "We totally had that snatch, but you just had to swoop in with your busters and steal everything, like you've stolen everything" Asher said. 
"You decided to leave Ash, don't put this on me" Trix said, as i was puzzled. Asher laughed sarcastically, "babe" a girl said behind him, in a warning tone. Like she knew this was about to get ugly. Asher stepped closer to Trix, "the only reason i left was because-" he starts, "now is really not the time or the place" Beck said, as he pulled Trix back. We then disappeared through the crowd of people, before standing on the side of the stage. With the rest of the gangs. 
"What was that about?" i whispered to Quinn, as she shrugged. I looked over at Trix, who was on edge. I didn't know if it was because of the auction or his run in with Asher. Probably both. Before i could ask Damon or Beck, the celebrities we've kidnapped, get brought out onto the stage with bags on there heads. The crowd roars in excitement, as a line of guards string them along to stand side by side. But they don't take off the bags covering there faces. 
"Let the auction begin.. you all know the rules, who ever bids higher gets the bait. And which ever gang has the most snatches as well as bids, gets the gold" a voice said, as it broke through speakers around the auction. My heart was racing, as one of the guards, pushed the first celeb forward. "Jennifer Anniston" the voice said, as the guard ripped off her bag. Her mouth was taped and she looked as though she had cuts and bruises all over her body. Not severe but you knew they were there. "We'll start the bidding at.. 300 million" the voice said.