drowning

"But...you can't! You said...you said you loved me!"

The look from the vampire was calm, steady. His deep eyes scanned the boy from top to bottom, then moved to the glass being brought to his lips by another boy. The liquid was syropy, dark. A small rivulet slid down his chin, the other boy licking it away with a soft tongue. The vampire's lips met his, and they melted into a kiss on the plush couch. The other boy stomped off, not getting far before he collapsed on a chair in a heap of sobs. A tall, lanky young man slid up beside him, cigarette dangling from his fingers.

"He does love you, you know. He loves us all. If he did not, we would all be dead."

The younger boy blinked up at him through a veil of tears. "W-What? He would kill me?"

"Of course. It is not as if he has never done it before. he could kill us all, if he wanted to, and we would know nothing of it. He could kill us with his love. We would never see it coming. Do not complain, do not fight too hard for his affections, you will not receive them. Take what love you can get, and for God's sake, do not anger him. There are others who love you." he leaned down, kissing away the boy's tears with rough lips, then he was gone, the scent of his cigarette in his wake.

The young boy peered into the room, the music was soft, the lights dim, the smell of cigarettes, hash, wine, was strong and pungent. The room was small and humid, it had been filled with movement, now just exhausted sweating bodies. But him, the strange patron of these boys, he was awake, alert, cool and quiet. He shoved the nearly sleeping body of the boy he'd been kissing off him and stood, pouring another glass of wine down his throat. It was as if he was trying to drown something, as if something were trying to escape him, and he could not allow it to. He had been like this for weeks, dissapearing, his reappearance only serving to confuse the boys. Sometimes he took them violently, and others he was overly kind and doting. They were slowly becoming afraid of him, but the lifestyle he offered could not be ignored. They would have to take their chances with this mysterious man, who looked no older than they. At least he is beautiful, the young boy thought. At least he's rich. he must have something going for him. How could someone like him be so miserable?
The shattering of the wine glass in the fireplace snapped his attention back into the room. The vampire, though that is not what the boy knew he was, had one arm on the mantlepiece, staring into the fire with such an intensity, it was as if he was trying to burn away his thoughts. He was frightning, then, and the young boy was terrfied. he turned to go, but found his feet pulling him forward, into the impossibly long arms, the deep burning black eyes. His own eye wide with terror, he was helpless as that soft, hairless cheek brushed against his. His fear did not leave him, even when that blissful meltng feeling stole over him. Before long, blackness crowded the edge of his vision, and he slumped, unconscious, in the arms of his captor. He was placed gently on a plush chair, where he awoke in the morning with the other boys, their mysterious patron gone, as he always was.