Let Us Adore You

Chapter 3: Downhill

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The interior of the mansion was stunning. Tommy couldn't help but be in awe as he was led around the place. When he looked up, the ceiling was so high the blond couldn't help but feel small and insignificant in comparison. When he looked down, the sheen of the dark oak floor reflected a clear image of himself.

Adorning the walls were paintings held up by golden frames, intricate designs decorating the precious metal. The paintings, albeit a bit morbid in nature, possessed an allure to them that made them beautiful. Various marble sculptures of heads popped up here and there atop pillars with plaques below them. Tommy didn't get to study them fully though as he was whisked away by Wilbur when he got too close. When questioned the man put it off as not wanting the boy to break them.

Itching to break the silence, Tommy piped up to ask a question he had buzzing around in the back of his mind ever since they arrived.

"Wilbur."

The man stopped, turning to meet the other and responded "Yes Tommy?"

"If we were coming here anyway why were you so uncomfortable with me knowing you're hella stacked? Seems a bit stupid to me," He adressed, blue eyes looking up to meet Wilburs brown ones.

A constipated look fell upon the man's face. Pausing for a bit, he seemed to be lost in thought.

An expression of horror crossed his features, and then one of stupendous embarrassment.

I didn't take long for the younger to understand because he began to explode with laughter.

Unbeknownst to the poor boy, the fun wouldn't last long.

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After being dragged around the various halls, rooms, and three fucking flights of stairs. Tommy was relieved when Wilbur finally stopped and he took a moment to catch his breath.

"Tired already?" Wilbur quipped, brown eyes twinkling with amusement as he met the glare Tommy gave him.

"Well i'm sorry I'm not used to having to walk so fucking much to get to shit," Tommy shot back. "This place is a goddamn maze."

Wilbur shrugged."You'll get used to it after a while."

"Don't you mean 'you get used to it after a while.' C'mon Wilbur, that's basic english," the now recovered Tommy snickered.

Wilbur just smiled; something unreadable flickering in his eyes as he turned to the door in front of them. It was tall and looked to be made of some sort of polished black wood. Sprouting from the edges were thin emerald green lines that curled up and towards the center. From those, shorter ones sprung until they began to intersect in perfect symmetry. The real eye catcher though, was what the lines were framing. In the very center, the same symbol on Wilbur's earring was painted onto the door. Tommy gulped, 'This isn't some cult shit is it?' he thought.

Grinning ear to ear Wilbur turned. "This Tommy, is your surprise," he declared, one hand excitedly grappling onto the others as he opened the door. Before the boy could react he was pushed into the room. A lock was heard behind him and panic began to bubble in his chest.

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"If this is some sort of prank it's not funny Wilbur," Tommy said nervously, hoping that this was all some sort of sick joke. Hoping that they would laugh it off and he would return to his shitty apartment where Tubbo would be waiting for him after his dinner with Schlatt. That they would chat about their respective days, watch TV, and fall asleep to cheesy shows on their couch. But the laughter never came, only deafening silence.

Panicked eyes darted around the room in desperation for an escape route but they found something else entirely. Leisurely sitting on a couch was a man. But not just any man, it was the only man close enough to a father figure in the boy's eyes.

"Ello mate," The man greeted, beckoning him over. His bejeweled fingers patting the area next to him. Instead of the familiar band T-shirt and slacks, he wore a green robe made of the finest silk Tommy had ever seen. The only constant in his outfit was the ever-present striped bucket hat that sat atop his golden locks.

"Philza?" he muttered in disbelief. It was then that Tommy noticed something that made his heart stop. In lieu of the green eyes he'd grown accustomed to, crimson red ones held their place. Gasping, Tommy's head snapped to Wilbur who was taking something out of his eyes. When his hands withdrew from them Tommys heart plummeted. On the tips of Wilburs fingers sat two brown contact lenses. His eyes were the same crimson red as Philzas.

Wilbur let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I was tired of having to wear those stupid things," he grumbled. Tommy didn't react. He just stood there; his brain trying to process whatever the fuck was going on.

The crest, the red eyes, Wilbur's insistence on wearing heavy clothing. It was all coming together. They were vampires, and not just ordinary ones either. Right in front of him were two of the most powerful vampires in the world. The "Sleepy Coven" was what they were called. A trio of bloodsuckers whose names the masses feared: The Blood God, The Angel of Death, and The Siren. How could he have been so stupid? He read about them. He'd even seen the crest in news regarding victims. How did he not recognize it immediately?

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the realization that he was probably to be eaten. He imagined fangs that would painfully sink into the flesh of his neck. He imagined his lifeless corpse completely drained of blood, left to rot wherever they dumped him. Now visibly sick, he paled.

But that was quickly replaced by white hot rage that overtook him. He began to think. Were his relationships with Wilbur and Philza staged so he could be their next meal? Were all the gentle embraces fake? The bonding, the laughs, the good times. Was what he thought he had with them just fabricated? He didn't care that he was going to yell at beings who could end his life in seconds. Fuck them. Fuck this. He would scream his voice hoarse if he wanted. 'Maybe my last words will amuse them' he thought bitterly. The moment he opened his mouth he was cut off.

"We're not gonna eat you mate, quite the opposite actually," Philza chuckled, amused the boy would think such a thing.

All previous feelings of rage dissipated as quickly as they came. He looked at both men in confusion. If they didn't want to eat him why were they doing this? Why was he here? He just wanted to go home; Tubbo was probably worried by now. Oh god Tubbo-

Like the last piece of a puzzle being fixed to the rest, the full image became clear. His eyes widened into saucers and tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. Attempting to make a run for it, he was quickly thwarted and scooped up by Philza. Who held him firmly but gently in his arms. He cursed, kicked, screamed, and trashed, but to no avail. His display of resistance just seemed to entertain them.

By now a river of tears ran down his cheeks and sobs wracked his body. He cried "No. you won't, please I don't want to-" but was quickly hushed. Philza then whispered something into Wilbur's ear. Nodding, Wilbur turned to Tommy with a sorry smile on his face.

Nimble fingers started to comb through Tommy's hair. "Shhhh, it's ok. It'll all be over soon. Just close your eyes and sleep." And like that he went out like a light.

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Quick note: In this world vampires don't burn in the sunlight. It's more of an annoyance rather than something lethal. They also don't need to drink blood everyday, it's more a weekly thing though it depends how strong the bloodline is. A weaker vampire can go without blood for longer but more powerful ones need it more. With greater capabilities and powers comes a greater need for sustenance. Human foods can be eaten but they'll just vomit it out later. Liquids like drinks are fine though. 

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