Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Day 27: Trans Mission Vamp

Dominic was alive. Alive but emaciated.

How long had he been in here with Luke? How long had Luke been here? Whatever spell TomLucifer had cast was messing not just with his mind but with his biorhythms. It was a cell or maybe it was a stable. The point was that you couldn't tell time and that you were being punished. Punished in ways you couldn't control. Punished in ways meant to inflict the maximum damage to your curiosity.

In reality, perhaps it hadn't even been twelve hours yet. But it might have been twelve hundred years.

Luke had been forced to kneel before an empty chair. He'd stared at that empty chair for hours, famished by the Lucifer spell. Made mad with hunger.

Then they'd brought in Dominic. His lovely Dominic. Now too pale, now too drugged up and disoriented to know. Luke had wanted to tell him that he was here. To tell him that they'd be okay. It would've been a lie but it would've been a kindness.

Instead- hell.

Luke knelt before Dominic, an iv in his future Little's arm that kept blood and fluids flowing into his body so he'd stay alive. But just barely.

Not even a zombie. Barely a human.

This was the most horrifying version of vampirism that Luke had ever lived.

He wanted to stop.

He wanted to stop sucking the blood from the shaft of Dominic's dick. He wanted to rip out his fangs for the first time since signing himself away to a life as a vampire. He was screaming inside, his heart and his brain trying to get through to the spells the Lucifers had inflicted on his body. But he couldn't.

He just stay there on his knees, his thighs shaking as time passed. Dominic's dick stayed hard for him, hard enough for his fangs. What was in the solution? What was in that damn clear bag? They didn't change it out so it must've refilled by magick

Dominic wasn't the only human in the hell stables but all Luke could see was this cell. He could hear other versions of his hell everywhere. Sometimes he'd hear a piercing scream and then a worse sound that didn't sound like anything he knew of on earth or anywhere. Then all the noise would stop for awhile. All the time he kept sucking his Dominic. Or the man who'd been his Dominic. Besides being horrified, he felt guilt. He was the one that wanted Dominic. Wanted Dominic in his world. 

His stomach began to bulge. His fangs wouldn't allow any blood to not get digested. He'd piss blood or explode before too long.

All Dominic could seem to do was breathe hard. Luke knew in his heart he was still human and no matter how hard he tried to fight, at least he had the option to fight. Dominic didn't have any of that. Dominic was even worse off than he was.

He couldn't even tell him he was sorry as he drained him over and over again. 

A guard came every now and then. Luke felt the pain of the needle in his stomach as he was drained right before he'd burst. And then again it would start. Again with Dominic. 

This was truly hell.