Oubliette 7/9 (revised)
Chapter 7
Special warning: During the flashback, there is a kidnapping, a forced transformation that may be considered non-con, beatings and starvation.
Adam felt he could have waited hours before taking Daniel's hand and following him out of the back seat. As soon as he cleared the door frame though he knew something was close, the whisper of a memory. Briefly, he saw Daniel's children off to the side. Hayden was holding Tommy, who seemed to be remembering something himself, something that hadn't been revealed to Adam yet. Daniel had once told him that Tommy had 'seen things', but at the time, he didn't think it had anything to do with him. Tommy's tears were damp and swollen, and Adam shuddered at the thought of what this place had brought back for his friend. He didn't want to know as he stared down at the back of Daniel's feet.
He let himself be led, but Adam set the pace, and it was slow, and he refused to look up. As their feet hit the gravel, he began to hear things come out of it. No, behind the sound, inside his mind, and it was familiar....
'...should really cover that song...'
'...gonna make it some day, Adam...'
'…you have beautiful eyes...'
Simultaneously, Adam gasped, stopped, and looked up at what was in front of him. The low timber of a voice ringing out in his head took him back to a night that felt like years ago. A ratty old house fell into his vision, and then faded away.
***
FLASHBACK
"They can't get enough, man!" Longinue was excited as he shook Adam's hand over his drum set. "You gotta remember me when you make it big."
"Are you kidding me? You're coming with me, LP!" Adam's smile was genuine as he wrapped the chord of his microphone around his hand and elbow. LP was like 'sure, sure'.
Rick took a few steps over, fitting his pick under the strings of his guitar and said, "Well, whatever happens, you gotta put 'Mad World' on your first record. Everyone loves your version, so you should really cover that song."
Adam said, "Thanks, it's one of my favorites. My brother and I used to fool around with it for fun. I doubt I'll ever get to record it."
"Are you serious?" said Rick. "Don't even try that, Lambert."
"Yeah, you're gonna make it some day, Adam, and we'll all be sayin' we knew you when," said Longinue.
Adam just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and maybe in 30 years, I'll have a big enough fan base to get a record deal," he laughed.
They continued to argue merrily as the band took down their equipment from the stage to be loaded into Mike's van. Adam had already talked to a couple listeners who asked where he'd be singing next, but there wasn't an overwhelming amount of people coming up to talk to them. Still, as they moved everything out of the backstage door, making multiple trips, a couple people would amble up and congratulation Adam on his performance. He thanked them sweetly and let the good feeling stay with him until other thoughts would slowly creep back. Like how the hell was he going to make next month's rent, and what if he was the next one to get laid off at the restaurant? But now was now, and he may as well not worry about that stuff until he had to. Especially when Mark was all like, 'Drink's on me!' Oh hell yes!
The next band set up and played. They were headlining and brought Adam in because he begged and begged. He wasn't looking for much from the cut, though. Adam had his band stayed for drinks at the bar, listening to the music and watching a third more people go to the dance floor to hear them as opposed to Adam's group. Adam signed with a 'oh well'. After all, him and the guys had only been hitting the bars and clubs for a month now. His band had all the confidence in Adam's voice, but Adam just had too many worries at present to imagine anything real and good happening.
After the last band's set and three beers later, Adam had a good buzz and was ordering another.
"That one's on me..." said a stranger's voice.
Adam looked to his left, arching an eyebrow at a man about his age who was currently sitting on the stool next to him, staring at him. Mmm, not really my type, Adam thought, but he gave a little half smile and the subtle ignoring - that hid his flirting - began.
From the corner of his eye, he could see the band moving away, dispersing to some other part of the club, directly because Adam had received a visitor. The band had a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy about Adam's sexuality. I don't ask what you did last night, and you don't tell me. They left him to it, not only to give their front man respective privacy, but also because the thought of him kissing another dude was more than they were comfortable with thinking about. Adam figured as long as they found a way to deal with it, then he could live his life, and it pretty much worked out fine.
Adam took a sip of his new bottle of beer, almost able to pinpoint when his suitor was going to lean in and give him some empty compliment. And just like that, the man said, "You have beautiful eyes." Adam tried to hide his smirk, seeing how long he could string this guy along, yet half of him was trying to remember how long it had been since he'd been laid. He's so not my type, though...
"Thank you. Enjoy the show?"
"Is that what you call it? I thought it was a work of art." The man grinned, slyly.
Oh my God! This guy's a real piece of work! Adam couldn't help but giggle. "I wouldn't say that, dude."
"Gregory."
"What?"
"My name is Gregory. What's yours?"
"Adam."
"Adam!" he sang. "That's a beautiful name!"
"Beautiful eyes, beautiful name- you're just full of compliments," Adam said, trying to only sound half interested. It was fun to flirt. He still hadn't given the guy a good once over, just a few glances here and there. He noticed Gregory sliding a bill toward the bartender and then finally decided to take a good look. He turned in his stool.
Gregory was at least Adam's height, judging from the seated position, and he had dark hair with curls. He had dark eyes that attempted to entice. There was the hint of stubble all around his lower face, and Adam thought he could put up with that if he had to. After all, some of his ex's didn't always shave. Gregory was built a little bigger than Adam, and he wore a black tee shirt and suit jacket with jeans like he was Don Johnson, or some shit. All he needed was a stupid gold chain. More than likely, this guy would want to top, which was why Adam was about 99% sure he wasn't going home with him, so he'd just drink his beer, flirt a while, and then give him the bad news.
Then Gregory said something that changed his plans.
"Are you ready to give it all up, Adam?"
The way he said it gave Adam a bad vibe. It could have been nothing, but Adam wasn't one for taking chances. It was just such an odd thing to say. His light expression fell as he looked at Gregory's smoldering eyes, and he was just making the decision to pack up and move away when - all of a sudden - he couldn't.
It was the strangest thing! It happened so subtly that Adam didn't even have time to panic. He just thought, Why am I not moving? And then all other thoughts ceased.
***
Adam came to his senses two times before they reached their destination. The first was when he was being buckled into the seatbelt of an unknown car, and he looked around to see Gregory kneeling at his open car door. "What the fuck-!? But as soon as Adam's eyes met Gregory's, his protesting could no longer leave his lips, and he settled into paralysis once again. The second time was when they were driving down the road and a black, vinyl dashboard came into view. Adam wasn't stupid. He knew this guy was doing something to him, maybe spiked his beer, but he was sure he'd been careful.
Adam tried to keep his eyes forward as his heart began to race, and he slowly reached for the buckle at his side. He'd fucking jump if he had to.
"Uh-uh-uh..." Gregory sang, taking one hand off the wheel and gripping Adam's wrist.
Adam gasped and froze, panicking. "What do you want?" he pleaded, shakily.
"I want you, Adam. Just you - forever."
"Listen, you don't have to kidnap me." He was trying to pull his wrist away, but Gregory was incredibly strong. "You don't have to hurt me, either. Please, let me out!"
"Oh, sweetie. You're beautiful, even when you beg."
"What did you do to me?" Adam wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Just a trick. Lot's of vampires can do it," said Gregory.
Vampires! Great, the one rapist to cross Adam's path has to be a Dracula wanna-be. Fear continued to rise in Adam, and tears formed in his eyes. If this guy was crazy, too, then he was going to have to think of something fast, or else he would have more than violations to deal with. For now, all he could do was talk through the pain of Gregory squeezing his wrist.
"Look, Gr-Gregory...you don't have to do this, okay? I - I'll let you fuck me if that's what you want, but you don't have to- Please, just don't hurt me, please!"
Gregory began to laugh as he concentrated on the road.
"I don't wanna die!"
"You won't die, beautiful! You're going to live forever!"
Oh God! This guy was totally gone! Adam stared at his lap, his vision blurry through his tears. He was talking to himself more than to Gregory. "This isn't happening. Vampires fucking don't exist. This isn't going to happen- "
"Just you wait and see, Adam. I'll prove it to you," said Gregory.
On reaction, Adam shot a look of fear at him, but as soon as he did, Gregory's eyes sent him into another state of oblivion.
When Adam awoke again, he was leaning and sitting against concrete. His head hurt from the alcohol earlier, and his stomach was in knots. Just as he was trying to determine if he could move again, he caught sight of a pair of pants in front of him and boots coming out of them, and on his vision raised until it met with Gregory's smiling face.
"Hello, good lookin'," Gregory teased in an exaggerated, fake southern drawl.
"You're crazy. Let me out of here!" Adam went to get up but before he could even find a door in this room he was in, Gregory was on him in a flash, pushing him to the ground and straddling his chest. Adam could feel a hand at his throat, and his thrashing and screaming stopped.
"No need to call for help, pretty. There's no one around for miles." He only smiled at Adam's petrified eyes. He wasn't strangling yet.
Adam began to cry again from utter tension and fear of pain about to come. "Please, don't kill me," he said with more shaky squeal than voice. "Please," his voice came back. "You can fuck me all you want; I won't fight you. You don't have to kill me!"
"Oh, you're not this slow, are you? I said I wouldn't kill you. And the fucking is a great offer, Adam, but there's something we have to take care of first."
Gregory moved his ass down Adam's front until their cocks were touching through their pants. Adam began to whimper as he felt inhumanly strong hands press his elbow to the ground on either side of him. "No!" Adam struggled in pain.
Then Gregory opened his mouth and displayed two sets of incredibly sharp teeth, and Adam actually saw them grow longer from the man's gum line, just like a...
The insanity of this impossibility alone caused Adam to widen his eyes and scream from the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, as Gregory fell forward, his scream was stifled in an awkward gulp under the pressure of the vampire's brutal bite.
Adam slammed his eyes shut and still couldn't move and could barely make a sound. He felt Gregory's hips moving, his hard on rubbing against Adam. It was sickening to him, but he could barely concentrate on anything but the pain in his throat that seemed to course through his whole body. He was losing blood fast. His toes and finger tips became tingly, and he was getting cold. Whatever struggle he had left was leaving through the puncture wounds, and gradually, Adam had no strength to even lift his eye lids.
In the last few moments before it all went dark, Adam was feeling rather okay. He would die and this would all stop. Anything was better than this.
But he would never believe how wrong he was.
***
The first thing he knew when he woke up again was that he was choking and gagging. His stomach lurched as though he would vomit, but nothing came up. There was a vial taste in his mouth, some liquid the consistency of paint was lining his lips, and in a moment, he thought, coagulated blood.
Adam's eyes tore open, and he gasped for air as though he'd just surfaced the water line. In utter panic, he tried to hoist himself up on one hand, using the other to feel his thraot and lips, pulling them back to see sticky blood on his fingers. Did what he remember really happen?
It had to be true. He could feel blood streaking down his neck from where the vampire bit him, and he felt stranger than he could imagine.
Looking around, he noticed he was alone. This cell he was in was very small, little bigger than a shower. There was a drain but no head above him. Seeing by the light of an overhead light bulb with pull string, Adam figured he was in some kind of utility closet in a basement. There was a door he hadn't had time to notice before, because Gregory was standing in front of it.
So tired, and not really in much control of his limbs, Adam forced himself to stand with support from the walls, and he walked to the door. Not like it would open, but he had to try. Weak and in pain, Adam let his forehead fall against the door with a light thud.
"God...it's Adam...Please, help me! Please, help me! I don't know what's happening!" Fresh tears fell down his blood streaked face, and the thought of how he hadn't prayed in years was overtaken by a sudden fear of the notion that the vampire might be on the other side of the door and about to come in.
He pushed himself away with whatever strength he had, and his legs gave out from under him. He fell hard on his ass and let out a yell without meaning to. He just let himself fall to the side and laid on the cold cement, crying.
At one point before he lost consciousness again, it occurred to Adam that he was still fully clothed, and it didn't feel as though his body had been violated other than the fang marks on his neck. But really, wasn't that the least of his worries?
It could have been minutes later or hours, Adam couldn't tell. When he woke up again, feeling groggy, there was no change in his condition. He felt really sick, and the holes in his neck still hurt. He would have sold his soul for a glass of water, and he could barely move, just shiver against the floor. There was no telling how long he stayed like that before uneasy sleep took him again.
Then he felt some kind of cloth against his face, rubbing his skin. Adam opened his eyes half mast and saw Gregory cleaning his face off with a towel. Terror would have stilled him if weakness didn't. Adam was sure he even felt his heart stop for a moment. The cloth was various shades of red as it mingled with the water that saturated it. An unintentional moan escaped through Adam's lips, and his stomach wanted to lurch again.
Gregory's behavior hadn't changed. He looked down at Adam and said, "What was that, beautiful?"
Adam forced himself to speak when it seemed impossible. "Wad'n ths?" was all he managed at first.
"Hmm?" Gregory was such a bastard.
Adam tried again. "Why'r...you ...do-ng...ths?" His throat was so raw and painful, and his lips felt numb.
Now Gregory understood, and he smiled broadly. "You're going to live forever, my pretty. Don't you want to thank me? You're going to always be young like this. And I'm the one who got you. Just in time, maybe, too. We're not the only vampires in the city you know. Gotta be careful."
Adam closed his eyes in agony. Everything that came out of this freak's mouth sounded half frightening, half loony toons. This was hell, and Adam knew there was no escape, not if he couldn't get the fuck up.
Gregory blew him a kiss and took his towel and steel bowl of water with him. Adam couldn't even focus on what lay beyond the door to his cell before it was shut again. Adam was alone.
Now losing all sense of time, Adam felt like it was months since he sang in the club, months since he saw his band mates, months since Gregory cleaned his face. But it couldn't have been months. The overhead bulb always burned, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything since he became trapped, and - as for the other notion - he hadn't had any blood either. Surely if so much time had gone by, Adam would be dead by now, right?
He wished he was dead. For the first time in his life, Adam didn't want to be anymore. It was hopeless. Even if Longinue or somebody actually did see Adam leave with a stranger, there's no way they'd know where he was. No one was ever going to find him, and the only person in his world was some fucked up bloodsucker who seemed to get off on torturing him. Short of finding a way out and get back home, Adam just wanted to die.
As he lay pretty much still and miserable, the silence and his own fears seemed to make him more sick. For a long time - to give him company if not to keep his mind occupied - he let the lyrics and melody of 'Mad World' run though his head over and over. Such a sweet, sad song that got stuck in Adam's head, maybe because it was the last one he sang before all this started.
Then at some point he woke up and was drinking something. Slowly he realized his reflexes were making him swallow whatever was drowning his mouth, and the next thing he knew, he was choking and trying to get away, gasping for air.
He opened his eyes with some renewed sense of strength, but not much, and he felt more awake than he had this whole time. Gregory was over him as well as a gaping wound from his wrist. Adam freaked and moved away. He would have crawled into the wall that stopped him if he could have. He stared at his captor and willed him with everything that Adam was to stay away.
Gregory licked the blood of his own wrist and said, "I'm beginning to think that you don't like me."
Adam felt a surge of rage. He kicked at the man and shouted, "Fuck you!"
Gregory snickered. "Language, language. You should be grateful. I should think after five days you'd be starving."
Five days? Adam didn't know whether to feel if that was an incredibly long time or a short one.
"Now come over here and finish your dinner," said Gregory. Adam didn't move a muscle. "If you don't come over here, I'm coming over there," he warned in a sing-song voice that made Adam want to punch him. Then Gregory started to move, and Adam hid his face with his arms on reaction.
The vampire manhandled him forcing him to lay on the ground, and Adam raged in terror. "Get off of me!" he demanded. Gregory hit him harder than he'd ever been hit, and his body went limp for a second. Adam moaned in pain but willed himself to regain control, and when Gregory's fresh wound was about to press to his lips again, Adam caught it and tried to move it away.
Droplets of blood fell on his chin and neck, and Gregory was getting frustrated. He finally pressed his wrist so hard onto Adam's mouth that he could feel his teeth cutting the inside of his lips. He jammed his eyes closed from pain and could feel the blood filling his mouth again. Adam growled, struggling and somehow freed his mouth from the wrist. He spit out the blood and gasped for air.
Gregory stopped. He stopped for so long it frightened Adam more than if he'd made a move. He got the courage to look and saw the vampire was shocked. Gregory was looking from the gob of his blood staining the floor to Adam and back again. The more he did this, the angrier he looked. Before Adam could even guess what was coming, Gregory was beating him so hard that any possibilities of the man being human had become absurd. No human could hit with such force. Adam could hear his bones crunching, his blood vessels popping and knew that indeed if Adam had still been human, he would have died with the first blow.
When it was done, his eyes were completely swollen shut, his breaths short and raspy - positive a rib had impaled his lung. Adam could hear Gregory's voice from a distance, yet it whispered in his ear. "Fine, you little fuck! You can go ahead and starve. By the time I come back, you'll be so gone, you'd rip your own mother to pieces to get to her blood. I'm not finished with you!"
Adam only half comprehended as he lost all sense of the world again.
tbc
Special warning: During the flashback, there is a kidnapping, a forced transformation that may be considered non-con, beatings and starvation.
Adam felt he could have waited hours before taking Daniel's hand and following him out of the back seat. As soon as he cleared the door frame though he knew something was close, the whisper of a memory. Briefly, he saw Daniel's children off to the side. Hayden was holding Tommy, who seemed to be remembering something himself, something that hadn't been revealed to Adam yet. Daniel had once told him that Tommy had 'seen things', but at the time, he didn't think it had anything to do with him. Tommy's tears were damp and swollen, and Adam shuddered at the thought of what this place had brought back for his friend. He didn't want to know as he stared down at the back of Daniel's feet.
He let himself be led, but Adam set the pace, and it was slow, and he refused to look up. As their feet hit the gravel, he began to hear things come out of it. No, behind the sound, inside his mind, and it was familiar....
'...should really cover that song...'
'...gonna make it some day, Adam...'
'…you have beautiful eyes...'
Simultaneously, Adam gasped, stopped, and looked up at what was in front of him. The low timber of a voice ringing out in his head took him back to a night that felt like years ago. A ratty old house fell into his vision, and then faded away.
***
FLASHBACK
"They can't get enough, man!" Longinue was excited as he shook Adam's hand over his drum set. "You gotta remember me when you make it big."
"Are you kidding me? You're coming with me, LP!" Adam's smile was genuine as he wrapped the chord of his microphone around his hand and elbow. LP was like 'sure, sure'.
Rick took a few steps over, fitting his pick under the strings of his guitar and said, "Well, whatever happens, you gotta put 'Mad World' on your first record. Everyone loves your version, so you should really cover that song."
Adam said, "Thanks, it's one of my favorites. My brother and I used to fool around with it for fun. I doubt I'll ever get to record it."
"Are you serious?" said Rick. "Don't even try that, Lambert."
"Yeah, you're gonna make it some day, Adam, and we'll all be sayin' we knew you when," said Longinue.
Adam just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and maybe in 30 years, I'll have a big enough fan base to get a record deal," he laughed.
They continued to argue merrily as the band took down their equipment from the stage to be loaded into Mike's van. Adam had already talked to a couple listeners who asked where he'd be singing next, but there wasn't an overwhelming amount of people coming up to talk to them. Still, as they moved everything out of the backstage door, making multiple trips, a couple people would amble up and congratulation Adam on his performance. He thanked them sweetly and let the good feeling stay with him until other thoughts would slowly creep back. Like how the hell was he going to make next month's rent, and what if he was the next one to get laid off at the restaurant? But now was now, and he may as well not worry about that stuff until he had to. Especially when Mark was all like, 'Drink's on me!' Oh hell yes!
The next band set up and played. They were headlining and brought Adam in because he begged and begged. He wasn't looking for much from the cut, though. Adam had his band stayed for drinks at the bar, listening to the music and watching a third more people go to the dance floor to hear them as opposed to Adam's group. Adam signed with a 'oh well'. After all, him and the guys had only been hitting the bars and clubs for a month now. His band had all the confidence in Adam's voice, but Adam just had too many worries at present to imagine anything real and good happening.
After the last band's set and three beers later, Adam had a good buzz and was ordering another.
"That one's on me..." said a stranger's voice.
Adam looked to his left, arching an eyebrow at a man about his age who was currently sitting on the stool next to him, staring at him. Mmm, not really my type, Adam thought, but he gave a little half smile and the subtle ignoring - that hid his flirting - began.
From the corner of his eye, he could see the band moving away, dispersing to some other part of the club, directly because Adam had received a visitor. The band had a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy about Adam's sexuality. I don't ask what you did last night, and you don't tell me. They left him to it, not only to give their front man respective privacy, but also because the thought of him kissing another dude was more than they were comfortable with thinking about. Adam figured as long as they found a way to deal with it, then he could live his life, and it pretty much worked out fine.
Adam took a sip of his new bottle of beer, almost able to pinpoint when his suitor was going to lean in and give him some empty compliment. And just like that, the man said, "You have beautiful eyes." Adam tried to hide his smirk, seeing how long he could string this guy along, yet half of him was trying to remember how long it had been since he'd been laid. He's so not my type, though...
"Thank you. Enjoy the show?"
"Is that what you call it? I thought it was a work of art." The man grinned, slyly.
Oh my God! This guy's a real piece of work! Adam couldn't help but giggle. "I wouldn't say that, dude."
"Gregory."
"What?"
"My name is Gregory. What's yours?"
"Adam."
"Adam!" he sang. "That's a beautiful name!"
"Beautiful eyes, beautiful name- you're just full of compliments," Adam said, trying to only sound half interested. It was fun to flirt. He still hadn't given the guy a good once over, just a few glances here and there. He noticed Gregory sliding a bill toward the bartender and then finally decided to take a good look. He turned in his stool.
Gregory was at least Adam's height, judging from the seated position, and he had dark hair with curls. He had dark eyes that attempted to entice. There was the hint of stubble all around his lower face, and Adam thought he could put up with that if he had to. After all, some of his ex's didn't always shave. Gregory was built a little bigger than Adam, and he wore a black tee shirt and suit jacket with jeans like he was Don Johnson, or some shit. All he needed was a stupid gold chain. More than likely, this guy would want to top, which was why Adam was about 99% sure he wasn't going home with him, so he'd just drink his beer, flirt a while, and then give him the bad news.
Then Gregory said something that changed his plans.
"Are you ready to give it all up, Adam?"
The way he said it gave Adam a bad vibe. It could have been nothing, but Adam wasn't one for taking chances. It was just such an odd thing to say. His light expression fell as he looked at Gregory's smoldering eyes, and he was just making the decision to pack up and move away when - all of a sudden - he couldn't.
It was the strangest thing! It happened so subtly that Adam didn't even have time to panic. He just thought, Why am I not moving? And then all other thoughts ceased.
***
Adam came to his senses two times before they reached their destination. The first was when he was being buckled into the seatbelt of an unknown car, and he looked around to see Gregory kneeling at his open car door. "What the fuck-!? But as soon as Adam's eyes met Gregory's, his protesting could no longer leave his lips, and he settled into paralysis once again. The second time was when they were driving down the road and a black, vinyl dashboard came into view. Adam wasn't stupid. He knew this guy was doing something to him, maybe spiked his beer, but he was sure he'd been careful.
Adam tried to keep his eyes forward as his heart began to race, and he slowly reached for the buckle at his side. He'd fucking jump if he had to.
"Uh-uh-uh..." Gregory sang, taking one hand off the wheel and gripping Adam's wrist.
Adam gasped and froze, panicking. "What do you want?" he pleaded, shakily.
"I want you, Adam. Just you - forever."
"Listen, you don't have to kidnap me." He was trying to pull his wrist away, but Gregory was incredibly strong. "You don't have to hurt me, either. Please, let me out!"
"Oh, sweetie. You're beautiful, even when you beg."
"What did you do to me?" Adam wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Just a trick. Lot's of vampires can do it," said Gregory.
Vampires! Great, the one rapist to cross Adam's path has to be a Dracula wanna-be. Fear continued to rise in Adam, and tears formed in his eyes. If this guy was crazy, too, then he was going to have to think of something fast, or else he would have more than violations to deal with. For now, all he could do was talk through the pain of Gregory squeezing his wrist.
"Look, Gr-Gregory...you don't have to do this, okay? I - I'll let you fuck me if that's what you want, but you don't have to- Please, just don't hurt me, please!"
Gregory began to laugh as he concentrated on the road.
"I don't wanna die!"
"You won't die, beautiful! You're going to live forever!"
Oh God! This guy was totally gone! Adam stared at his lap, his vision blurry through his tears. He was talking to himself more than to Gregory. "This isn't happening. Vampires fucking don't exist. This isn't going to happen- "
"Just you wait and see, Adam. I'll prove it to you," said Gregory.
On reaction, Adam shot a look of fear at him, but as soon as he did, Gregory's eyes sent him into another state of oblivion.
When Adam awoke again, he was leaning and sitting against concrete. His head hurt from the alcohol earlier, and his stomach was in knots. Just as he was trying to determine if he could move again, he caught sight of a pair of pants in front of him and boots coming out of them, and on his vision raised until it met with Gregory's smiling face.
"Hello, good lookin'," Gregory teased in an exaggerated, fake southern drawl.
"You're crazy. Let me out of here!" Adam went to get up but before he could even find a door in this room he was in, Gregory was on him in a flash, pushing him to the ground and straddling his chest. Adam could feel a hand at his throat, and his thrashing and screaming stopped.
"No need to call for help, pretty. There's no one around for miles." He only smiled at Adam's petrified eyes. He wasn't strangling yet.
Adam began to cry again from utter tension and fear of pain about to come. "Please, don't kill me," he said with more shaky squeal than voice. "Please," his voice came back. "You can fuck me all you want; I won't fight you. You don't have to kill me!"
"Oh, you're not this slow, are you? I said I wouldn't kill you. And the fucking is a great offer, Adam, but there's something we have to take care of first."
Gregory moved his ass down Adam's front until their cocks were touching through their pants. Adam began to whimper as he felt inhumanly strong hands press his elbow to the ground on either side of him. "No!" Adam struggled in pain.
Then Gregory opened his mouth and displayed two sets of incredibly sharp teeth, and Adam actually saw them grow longer from the man's gum line, just like a...
The insanity of this impossibility alone caused Adam to widen his eyes and scream from the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, as Gregory fell forward, his scream was stifled in an awkward gulp under the pressure of the vampire's brutal bite.
Adam slammed his eyes shut and still couldn't move and could barely make a sound. He felt Gregory's hips moving, his hard on rubbing against Adam. It was sickening to him, but he could barely concentrate on anything but the pain in his throat that seemed to course through his whole body. He was losing blood fast. His toes and finger tips became tingly, and he was getting cold. Whatever struggle he had left was leaving through the puncture wounds, and gradually, Adam had no strength to even lift his eye lids.
In the last few moments before it all went dark, Adam was feeling rather okay. He would die and this would all stop. Anything was better than this.
But he would never believe how wrong he was.
***
The first thing he knew when he woke up again was that he was choking and gagging. His stomach lurched as though he would vomit, but nothing came up. There was a vial taste in his mouth, some liquid the consistency of paint was lining his lips, and in a moment, he thought, coagulated blood.
Adam's eyes tore open, and he gasped for air as though he'd just surfaced the water line. In utter panic, he tried to hoist himself up on one hand, using the other to feel his thraot and lips, pulling them back to see sticky blood on his fingers. Did what he remember really happen?
It had to be true. He could feel blood streaking down his neck from where the vampire bit him, and he felt stranger than he could imagine.
Looking around, he noticed he was alone. This cell he was in was very small, little bigger than a shower. There was a drain but no head above him. Seeing by the light of an overhead light bulb with pull string, Adam figured he was in some kind of utility closet in a basement. There was a door he hadn't had time to notice before, because Gregory was standing in front of it.
So tired, and not really in much control of his limbs, Adam forced himself to stand with support from the walls, and he walked to the door. Not like it would open, but he had to try. Weak and in pain, Adam let his forehead fall against the door with a light thud.
"God...it's Adam...Please, help me! Please, help me! I don't know what's happening!" Fresh tears fell down his blood streaked face, and the thought of how he hadn't prayed in years was overtaken by a sudden fear of the notion that the vampire might be on the other side of the door and about to come in.
He pushed himself away with whatever strength he had, and his legs gave out from under him. He fell hard on his ass and let out a yell without meaning to. He just let himself fall to the side and laid on the cold cement, crying.
At one point before he lost consciousness again, it occurred to Adam that he was still fully clothed, and it didn't feel as though his body had been violated other than the fang marks on his neck. But really, wasn't that the least of his worries?
It could have been minutes later or hours, Adam couldn't tell. When he woke up again, feeling groggy, there was no change in his condition. He felt really sick, and the holes in his neck still hurt. He would have sold his soul for a glass of water, and he could barely move, just shiver against the floor. There was no telling how long he stayed like that before uneasy sleep took him again.
Then he felt some kind of cloth against his face, rubbing his skin. Adam opened his eyes half mast and saw Gregory cleaning his face off with a towel. Terror would have stilled him if weakness didn't. Adam was sure he even felt his heart stop for a moment. The cloth was various shades of red as it mingled with the water that saturated it. An unintentional moan escaped through Adam's lips, and his stomach wanted to lurch again.
Gregory's behavior hadn't changed. He looked down at Adam and said, "What was that, beautiful?"
Adam forced himself to speak when it seemed impossible. "Wad'n ths?" was all he managed at first.
"Hmm?" Gregory was such a bastard.
Adam tried again. "Why'r...you ...do-ng...ths?" His throat was so raw and painful, and his lips felt numb.
Now Gregory understood, and he smiled broadly. "You're going to live forever, my pretty. Don't you want to thank me? You're going to always be young like this. And I'm the one who got you. Just in time, maybe, too. We're not the only vampires in the city you know. Gotta be careful."
Adam closed his eyes in agony. Everything that came out of this freak's mouth sounded half frightening, half loony toons. This was hell, and Adam knew there was no escape, not if he couldn't get the fuck up.
Gregory blew him a kiss and took his towel and steel bowl of water with him. Adam couldn't even focus on what lay beyond the door to his cell before it was shut again. Adam was alone.
Now losing all sense of time, Adam felt like it was months since he sang in the club, months since he saw his band mates, months since Gregory cleaned his face. But it couldn't have been months. The overhead bulb always burned, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything since he became trapped, and - as for the other notion - he hadn't had any blood either. Surely if so much time had gone by, Adam would be dead by now, right?
He wished he was dead. For the first time in his life, Adam didn't want to be anymore. It was hopeless. Even if Longinue or somebody actually did see Adam leave with a stranger, there's no way they'd know where he was. No one was ever going to find him, and the only person in his world was some fucked up bloodsucker who seemed to get off on torturing him. Short of finding a way out and get back home, Adam just wanted to die.
As he lay pretty much still and miserable, the silence and his own fears seemed to make him more sick. For a long time - to give him company if not to keep his mind occupied - he let the lyrics and melody of 'Mad World' run though his head over and over. Such a sweet, sad song that got stuck in Adam's head, maybe because it was the last one he sang before all this started.
Then at some point he woke up and was drinking something. Slowly he realized his reflexes were making him swallow whatever was drowning his mouth, and the next thing he knew, he was choking and trying to get away, gasping for air.
He opened his eyes with some renewed sense of strength, but not much, and he felt more awake than he had this whole time. Gregory was over him as well as a gaping wound from his wrist. Adam freaked and moved away. He would have crawled into the wall that stopped him if he could have. He stared at his captor and willed him with everything that Adam was to stay away.
Gregory licked the blood of his own wrist and said, "I'm beginning to think that you don't like me."
Adam felt a surge of rage. He kicked at the man and shouted, "Fuck you!"
Gregory snickered. "Language, language. You should be grateful. I should think after five days you'd be starving."
Five days? Adam didn't know whether to feel if that was an incredibly long time or a short one.
"Now come over here and finish your dinner," said Gregory. Adam didn't move a muscle. "If you don't come over here, I'm coming over there," he warned in a sing-song voice that made Adam want to punch him. Then Gregory started to move, and Adam hid his face with his arms on reaction.
The vampire manhandled him forcing him to lay on the ground, and Adam raged in terror. "Get off of me!" he demanded. Gregory hit him harder than he'd ever been hit, and his body went limp for a second. Adam moaned in pain but willed himself to regain control, and when Gregory's fresh wound was about to press to his lips again, Adam caught it and tried to move it away.
Droplets of blood fell on his chin and neck, and Gregory was getting frustrated. He finally pressed his wrist so hard onto Adam's mouth that he could feel his teeth cutting the inside of his lips. He jammed his eyes closed from pain and could feel the blood filling his mouth again. Adam growled, struggling and somehow freed his mouth from the wrist. He spit out the blood and gasped for air.
Gregory stopped. He stopped for so long it frightened Adam more than if he'd made a move. He got the courage to look and saw the vampire was shocked. Gregory was looking from the gob of his blood staining the floor to Adam and back again. The more he did this, the angrier he looked. Before Adam could even guess what was coming, Gregory was beating him so hard that any possibilities of the man being human had become absurd. No human could hit with such force. Adam could hear his bones crunching, his blood vessels popping and knew that indeed if Adam had still been human, he would have died with the first blow.
When it was done, his eyes were completely swollen shut, his breaths short and raspy - positive a rib had impaled his lung. Adam could hear Gregory's voice from a distance, yet it whispered in his ear. "Fine, you little fuck! You can go ahead and starve. By the time I come back, you'll be so gone, you'd rip your own mother to pieces to get to her blood. I'm not finished with you!"
Adam only half comprehended as he lost all sense of the world again.
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