“Is this really Arryn’s house?” Gabe mused to himself, standing before a large mansion overlooking a dirty, unkempt lawn.
The lawn itself was huge. The grass was dead and there were stone slabs sticking out of the ground through the dry dirt. Names were hastily scribbled onto them in black Sharpie as though whoever put them down didn’t have it in them to really commit to the idea of simply putting down an engravement.
Gabe gulped and fixed his suspenders, trying to look presentable. When he contacted Arryn stating that he wasn’t going to be able to make his payment date, he’d been invited over for dinner shortly after. Apparently it was supposed to be a cordial visit to help him relieve his stress but looking at this place was doing the exact opposite of that.
Still, he felt like he had no choice. Arryn was a nice guy but he had an enforcer and a smile that had a fairly threatening undertone to it. He was the Bully Beater but he wasn’t entirely convinced he couldn’t just be the bully or the beater if he wanted to.
Staving down the nerves as he walked up the weirdly long pathway on this dry October night to the old mansion, he grabbed the weird old knocker with the gargoyle design and banged it twice. The noise it made was sickening and sent a shiver down Gabe’s spine.
“... Well, I guess nobody is home. Oh well. I tried,” He began to sweat and turned around to leave.
“Hello,” Arryn said, appearing right in front of him the instant his body turned.
“YEEEEEEEEK~!” Gabe screamed like a little girl and banged his head against the back of the door, sliding down onto his butt with his eyes crossing. “Duuuhhhoooo…!”
Arryn laughed and held a hand to his tummy as he bent over to help lift the downed boy up by his suspenders. “You’re always such a trip. Haha. Get it? A trip!”
Gabe nodded. He got it.
“Come, let me help you inside!” Arryn smiled and pushed the door open. It creaked loudly and the large, open foyay of the mansion made itself available to them.
Gabe stumbled in, grabbing his head, and looking around in shock and awe. He really didn’t expect Arryn’s house to be like this.
If the boy lived in a huge mansion like this then why did he go to a middle school with the commoners? He wondered who his parents could possibly be. Were they important people? What on Earth was all this space being utilized for?
Not only that but it looked shockingly unkempt. The gothic architecture of the outside and its interior was at odds with what he thought Arryn’s aesthetic was.
He stumbled inside, regaining his senses as he looked around and followed Arryn through the darkly lit area.
“Watch your step. The floor is creaky and has been known to eat people,” Arryn said.
“Uh… what?” Gabe asked.
Arryn laughed again. “That was a joke. Stop taking things so seriously.”
“Oh… right…” Gabe trailed off, looking around at all the strange statues. The further in they got, the more uncomfortable he felt. He was starting to wonder if maybe he should have turned down dinner and opted for a talk over a small snack instead.
It didn’t help that the atmosphere was starting to look a bit more warped with each step he took. The statues he passed looked dirtier and had little red speckles on them further in. It would seem that someone was throwing around… fruit juice?
Gabe yelped when he slipped on something and fell on his butt. That something fluttered down and landed on his head.
It was a pair of train themed underoos.
“Careful,” Arryn said. “I still haven’t fully cleaned up from the last person who visited. They left their undies behind.”
Gabe blinked. “Oh… did they sleep over and take a shower in your house?”
“Nah. They were just not needed anymore,” Arryn waved his hand down. “You’d best take those off your head. I think he probably wet them before they were discarded.”
“EWW!” Gabe yelped and tossed them to the side. He didn’t feel any wetness on his head, thankfully, but it having been long enough for them to have dried didn’t make that any less gross.
It took an uncomfortably long time but eventually they reached a large table.
It was empty, save for a candilabra at the direct center of it. It was doing well to light up this area, sat deep, deep within the mansion… and only this area.
Despite walking all the way here, it looked like Gabe was currently surrounded on all sides by darkness. He didn’t feel very good, sitting down at the back end of the table, with his back to the darkness.
He was convinced that something would come out of it to drag him into it, never to be seen again if he did.
With a shaky smile and a sweat doused face, he sat at the side of the table. It was still at the end but he at least felt a little better with a dimly lit wall behind him then pitch black darkness.
Arryn didn’t complain. He just approached the table and sat down to gaze at Gabe at the spot where the darkness loomed.
Gabe smiled nervously. Arryn smiled back, eyes squinting as they did.
Gabe wondered if it was his imagination, but there seemed to be a little fang poking out from his lips.
Odder still was Arryn’s attire. His clothes seemed pretty fancy. He’d never seen him wear anything quite like this before. The Arryn he knew was a fan of loose, short-sleeved shirts and short-shorts. He liked showing a lot of skin apparently. Here, he was fully decked out in what Gabe could only assume was off a clothing line from Transylvania.
“I… really like your outfit,” Gabe lied, grinning with a shake in his seat. It was amazing how stiff he was. As soon as he sat down he placed his hands on his knees and was practically frozen in fright.
“Oh really? I appreciate that,” Arryn said, reaching over to place his finger on Gabe’s chin. A shiver ran down his spine. “But, complimenting my wardrobe isn’t why you’re here is it? We need to have ourselves a nice, lovely dinner don’t we?”
Gabe wasn’t sure he wanted to anymore.
“I-I… you know I’d rather we just sort things out with the money. It’s pretty late and I–” Gabe began.
Arryn’s smile disappeared and he leered into his eyes, a red sheen appearing suddenly.
Gabe’s smile got even shakier and he felt his underwear dampen underneath his suspenders. It seeped a little onto the chair which he hoped Arryn wouldn’t be too upset about.
“Ha… hahahaha…! I-I mean… please, be my guest!” Gabe said.
“Host,” Arryn snapped his finger to the side. “I’m your host…”
Suddenly, a figure from the darkness appeared with a tray. Gabe yelped and jumped a little, having not expected to see anyone else in the house. Arryn grabbed the pitcher and then shooed the weird guest away. Gabe literally couldn’t see them and before he could squint his eyes to get a better look, they were gone.
Instead, Arryn grabbed the pitcher and poured a drink into a glass he was suddenly holding. Gabe looked around, wondering where THAT came from.
The liquid spilled into the glass in a slow, creepy manner. It looked so weirdly thick for fruit juice. Seeing Arryn down it and then smack his lips with delight made Gabe wet himself a little more.
“Thirsty?” Arryn asked.
“Uhm–” Gabe began.
“Of course you are,” Arryn smiled and poured more into the glass, sliding it over to Gabe.
The wind outside beat against the windows.
“L-Look… ab-about the money–” Gabe began.
“Uh-huh,” Arryn smiled. “I’m assuming there’s no real point in talking about it since you clearly have it right? We’re just here to have a nice dinner and celebrate you finally doing your due diligence and compensating your charitable savior. Correct?”
Gabe gulped. “L-Listen…I… I just need–” Gabe began.
“Hmm? You need something else?” Arryn asked with a brow raised. “Making more demands right when you’re about to pay off your debt. How daring.”
Gabe swallowed another lump in his throat. “A little more time… is what I need…”
Arryn stared at Gabe, still smiling.
Gabe looked to the side and then back at Arryn.
“So, you came to my house expecting food for nothing then?” Arryn said.
Gabe didn’t want to eat here though. Arryn invited him. He thought he was just being polite.
“Well then fine. I guess we won’t eat to celebrate. Instead, just honor my hospitality by drinking this,” Arryn said with a sneer.
Gabe looked down at the glass and the red liquid sloshing about inside of it.
“I don’t know if I–”
Arryn pulled Gabe closer to him and set the drink before him. Gabe’s underwear was full of pee now. He was leering down at the glass like it was poison.
“It… it looks like…” Gabe stumbled. “Blood.”
Arryn giggled. “It’s fruit juice.”
Gabe shook.
“I promise.”
A dark shadow was currently looming over the scene. It was silhouetted against the wall. Every fiber in Gabe’s body was telling him to do one thing…
Gabe glanced down hard at the glass… then at Arryn… then he grabbed the glass in his hand… and splashed it into Arryn’s face before attempting to make a run for it!
“GAAH!” Arryn screeched loudly, producing a wail that made the lights flicker.
Gabe stumbled out of his chair and raced into the darkness of the hallway, his pants soaked and making squishing sounds with each stride he made.
“Exit! Exit! Exit! Leave! Leave! Leave!” Gabe sweated as he ran.
This wasn’t right. This was clearly something weird. That was definitely blood he was trying to feed him. But why would he–?
“Hello!” Arryn appeared upside down in front of Gabe’s face.
“GYAAAAAAH!” Gabe screamed and jumped up so high his suspenders broke and slumped down. He turned and ran the opposite direction but his butt was grabbed by Arryn’s, surprisingly rather sharp, fingers.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Arryn said, a voice in his throat that sounded like he was gargling something delicious already.
Gabe shrieked and pushed forward regardless, tearing his pants away and racing down the hallway in a pair of soaked Pokemon briefs and the dress shirt and tie he came in on. With his shoes and socks still on he looked really ridiculous but he did not care.
He saw a window and was about ready to dive through it.
However, a leg was stuck out in front of him and he tripped! Stumbling and flailing through the air, Gabe’s face smacked against the glass of the window.
Cross-eyed and drooling, he slowly slid down it and hit the floor, his wet butt sticking straight up as lightning suddenly flashed to highlight the shadow of the cloaked, blue-haired creature behind him.
—
Gabe groaned as his eyes flickered open. He then gasped when he realized he was still in the mansion.
He squirmed around a bit before realizing that his unconsciousness had seen him put into a pretty vulnerable position.
He was now strapped to the chair he wet earlier and Arryn was holding the glass to his face again.
“Go ahead. Drink,” Arryn said, slobbering a bit as he shined his sharp fangs at Gabe.
“Wh-Why? Why are you trying to make me drink that?” Gabe asked.
“Because if you don’t then you’re going to end up like my last visitor…” Arryn said, pointing to the far end of the table.
Gabe turned and gasped.
It was the boy who delivered the pitcher of blood from earlier. Only his body was whited out and there were two bite marks on his neck. He was staring blankly into space. He was also only wearing a pair of Shinkalion themed anime briefs.
Gabe winced. “You… you sucked out all his blood?”
“Not all of it,” Arryn snickered. “Just enough to render him an undead creature. A slave vampire. Not as powerful as an Alpha Vampire like me of course. He’s a vessel I use to siphon more blood from whenever I need it. Cool right?”
“Vampires can drink blood from other vampires?” Gabe asked. He’d already accepted that Arryn was one. The context clues were so obvious by now.
“Lesser vampires,” Arryn said. “If I were to bite your neck right now you’d be just like him. He also couldn’t pay up and he also resisted. This right here is the blood of a lesser vampire. His blood. You drink it, I suck on your neck, and you can become a lesser vampire too but one who’s a little less like a soulless zombie then him. It’ll put you under my direct control. You can pay off your debt that way.”
“By… by helping you turn people who owe you money into lesser vampires?” Gabe asked. “And I’d be like… your chief lesser vampire?”
Arryn nodded.
“But what about Manzo and Waves?” Gabe asked.
“They don’t need to know about the dark underbelly of my organization. They work fine helping me out in the light,” Arryn said. “As the alpha, sunlight doesn’t bother me… much. Although, for you it would. You’d turn to dust if you ever stepped foot in light again. But still, I need an enforcer for the darkness and I’ve chosen you. You’re luckier than you realize. Do you understand?”
Gabe gulped and nodded. “I do…”
“So…?” Arryn smirked, holding the glass closer.
Gabe sighed. “... Okay… but I gotta be done by 9 PM at the very least. My curfew is at 6 but my dad is usually okay with me staying out with friends for study sleepover parties…”
With that Arryn held open Gabe’s mouth and dumped the blood down his throat. Gabe coughed and hacked a bit.
“EW! IT TASTES LIKE COPPER!” Gabe gasped.
Then his neck was bitten!
“GYAAAAAAH! OOOOHHHHHH THAT HURTSSSSS!”
—
It was said that the following nights thereafter were often filled with the sound of screams. Luring the people who owed Arryn a debt was easy because the chief lesser vampire was such a funny guy.
When the door was knocked, Gabe would answer in garb similar to Arryn. His eyes were red and he had fangs but every time he walked, he’d either trip and smack his face against the floor, someone would step on his cape and rip his clothes off to expose his goofy underoos, or the guests would scare him into peeing his pants.
It shrouded the guests in a blanket of comfort knowing that Gabe was such a loser and a fool… because when they reached the dinner table where Arryn awaited them, the false sense of security Gabe provided made them all the more easier to bite.
Gabe sighed as he laid on the floor in his wet underwear one night, having been humiliated by his guests once again before sending them to their doom where Arryn awaited them with the promise of dinner and a surprise neck bite.
“It’s a living…” Gabe muttered to himself. “Well, an undead one I guess.”
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Wow, una historia tranquila. Eso quiere decir que dentro de poco vendrá una historia mas aterradora. Mientras eso pasa, creo que iré a pagar mis deudas.
Wow, una historia tranquila. Eso quiere decir que dentro de poco vendrá una historia mas aterradora
