Frank's unsure where he is. The blackness that surrounds him is frightening, the silence even more so. He wants to sit up, but a weight inside him holds him down. He can't move, his fingers won't even twitch or flicker, and his eyes stare at the ceiling. He's unsure if he's even breathing, but he doesn't linger on the thought too much. The floor is hard underneath him, but he can barely feel it.
He manages to move his mouth a little, and he swallows a few times to wet his throat before he speaks.
"Am I dead?" His voice is still dry, raspy in the silence. Something shifts in the air, it feels like another presence in the room, someone looming in the corner, hidden in the shadows.
"You could say that," A voice fills the room, oddly familiar but Frank can't place it. Their figure appears crouched beside him. "Can you move yet?" They tilt their head, still hidden by the darkness. Frank needed to know who they were, he could feel their name on the tip of his tounge, but he just couldn't remember. It frustrates him, to say the least. Frank doesn't reply, trying to move his fingers or his toes, but they don't budge. "I guess not."
He feels alone again, empty inside as the shadow disappears and he's left by himself for what seems like years.
He can move now, his arms flex out and in and his legs can hold him up for a few hours. He's getting stronger. The room never changes, it's simply darkness. A small, box room and black. Occasionally he throws himself against the walls in an attempt to get out, but they don't move, not an inch. He screams and shouts, but to no ends do they meet. No-one would come and rescue him, nobody could hear him and nobody could see him. His family had probably accepted the fact that he was gone, they'd probably mourned him as if he was dead. He thinks he is. He feels it.
He doesn't sleep, he hasn't since he woke. He's tried, oh God, he's tried so hard - he even tried to knock himself out, running into the walls and holding his breath - but he just can't. He thinks for sure he's dead, but then there's days when he thinks someone is near, someone is watching him and listening, but it's gone as soon as it came.
The night that the figure returns is an interesting one. He's curled up in the corner, hands over his head when he feels someone. Lurking in the shadows, watching him. He looks up, staring at their outline with desperate eyes. He's is on his feet immediately, swaying towards the wall for balance.
"You're strong," They say, teeth almost glowing as they smile. He only stares, if he said the wrong thing there could be consequences. He didn't know how strong they were, he didn't know what they were. "But, of course, not as strong as me." They laugh, low and throaty and he backs into the wall more. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. You're my creation," He frowns at that. Creation? "Such a creation of beauty and grace, designed to walk among the living undetected, feeding on them by night," They gesture, pale skin vaguely noticable in the dark, arms flailing with each detail. "You're a predator, but a sly one at that, no other creature could destroy you. Maybe one of your own - if they are strong enough,"
"Vampire," Frank says, eyes now fixed on his own skin, how much paler it was. His tattoos were still there, bright and bold, and that made him happier.
"Well done," They say, smiling. "Now, if you could just close your eyes, we'll get you out of here," He does as he's told, closing his eyes tightly as the floor shifts from underneath him.
The first thing he hears is music. Gradually getting louder until he could hardly hear the laughter and chatter of others as they danced. The sound is almost deafening, but he takes no notice. His eyes, sharper coloured brown with the occasional fleck of green, are wide and follow each movement. His throat burns, like someone was cutting at it slowly.
He can hear their heartbeats, loud and clear in his ears and he growls at the back of his throat.
"Now now, Frank, you must be discreet," They stand beside him, but he doesn't look because his eyes are trained on the smell, the warmth infront of him. "And be careful too, there's a few of our own joining us here," He nods as they disappear from his side.
He closes his eyes, taking in the smell. It was so new, but so familiar, like going home after being away for months. The new smells, but still what you remember.
He trails aimlessly, hungry and fighting the urge to gauge out all of their throats. He's scared too, lost in the unknown with no guidance. He wonders if this is all a dream, if it's his fucked up mind playing tricks on him.
Women stare as he walks past, turning their noses up as he shoved past them. He growls again and their eyes widen before they move away, whispering amongst themselves. Maybe they didn't know, they came here to be found and fucked, but some had different ideas. Some were hungry.
A pair of eyes jump out at him, distant in the merging bodies but still close, prying between heads to get a glimpse. He stares back at the stranger and his stomach flips with an unknown feeling when the man smiles. From what he can see the man is pretty, really really pretty. Black hair frames his pale face, which is still smiling at Frank, but the rest of him is hidden by other people.
When the man begins to back away, Frank follows. He throws a grin over his shoulder and Frank's curiosity grows even more.
They trail into silence, down dark hallways and the lights steadily dim until they're a faint glow in Frank's vision.
When the man disappears around a corner, Frank speeds up his pace.
The hall in front of him is long, the same as before, but empty. Frank looks back, a crease forming between his eyebrows. Pursing his lips, he looks forward again.
"Fuck!" He gasps at the grinning man before him. The man meets his eyes, cocking an eyebrow.
"Did I scare you?" His voice is oddly nasally, but it suits him. Frank stares for a moment, entranced by the look in his eyes.
"Uh- um, y-yes," The man smiles wider, leaning forward to whisper into Frank's ear.
"Sorry," He breathes, his breath dampening Frank's skin as he shudders. "Can I make it up to you?" The man bites down on Frank's earlobe, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make Frank whimper quietly. He sucks gently, before murmuring, "I'll take that as a yes. What's your name?"
Frank manages to gasp out his name before he sags against the man slightly.
"Easy, honey," The man chuckles as he hoists Frank up with hands on his waist and hips. "I need you to stay awake for me, wanna make you feel so good," His breath is hot as it fans across Frank's neck.
Frank doesn't speak for a moment as he swallows, but then he's reminded of the burning in his throat.
"M'hungry," Frank stumbles out, looking anywhere but the man's face. He doesn't even know the guy and yet he wants to impress him.
The older understands though, and his smile softens as he bites into his own wrist and presses it to Frank's lips. Frank stares at the man for a moment, who nods, and his fingers close on his arm as his teeth sink in and he begins lapping up the blood.
Frank moans at the taste, it's cooled his throat in a second, and yet he keeps drinking. He can't describe the taste, nothing even comes close to the delicacy. His eyes close, savouring the taste to his memory before he reluctantly pulls away.
The man smiles at him again, laughing under his breath as Frank watches with curiosity whilst his wrist heals in seconds. Frank stares for a moment after too, because holy fuck this is all so much cooler than it originally seemed.
Frank opens his mouth to speak, but a voice behind them starts first.
"Frank." It's them, the man from the room. His creator. Frank doesn't look back as the guy in front of him frowns, tilting his head. "Frank, it's time to go."
"I'm sorry, I- I have to go, but-"
"Frank." They're getting impatient, and Frank knows he'll pay for it.
"I'll see you another time, okay, we'll- we'll meet again-" Frank speaks quickly, and the fear must be clear in his eyes because the older man frowns deeper and steps forward.
"Why can't you stay, he doesn't control- oh." Frank apologises again, stretching up to press a kiss to his cheek before backing away and then jogging to where his master stands. The tall man glares at him, before wrapping his fingers around Frank's neck and then there's nothingness.