Revolutionary

“You bite me, I bite you. Got it?” he stated abrasively. Even if the question wasn’t rhetorical Frank couldn’t have nodded with the guard’s fat, sweaty hand putting a death-grip on his neck. In the darkness of the musty supply closet Frank could barely see the man unzipping his fly with his free hand. Frank nearly retched in disgust knowing what was to come next.

“Open up.” The guard chuckled, gaining satisfaction from the sexual abuse. He shoved his cock down Frank’s throat, making the young human gag. Frank struggled, but with his back against the wall there was nowhere to go. The guard laughed again. “Yeah, resist sugar.” He let out a few moans. This was all part of his game.

Frank supposed that everything was a game to vampires. It’s not like they could die, what with garlic being fumigated to near extinction, and silver mines being blown to shreds. They laughed at humans. It’s like they were playthings, and in fact they were. Children were sometimes adopted by vampires to be playmates for the vampiric youths. They almost always became a vampire’s first kill.

Humans are a commodity in this world. They’re used for nearly everything: food, vivisection, amusement (some humans are even bred in ghastly facilities then released into an open pasture for a few seconds of their life before being hunted and drained by a vampire). Some of the lucky humans get to live out the majority of their lives either working as a maid, sex slave, or (on rare occasions) a worker at a human breeding agency. The last are hated most by other humans, and envied greatly.

Frank tasted a familiar salty substance enter his mouth. “Swallow it.” The guard said between gasps. Frank did as he was told without hesitance; he was used to such ill treatment by now. The guard uttered one final moan and took his now limp dick from Frank’s mouth. Frank remained on his knees while the guard readjusted his clothing. “Slut.” he muttered and spit in Frank’s face, then kicked him in the stomach. He nearly let out a cry of pain, but thought better of it.

The guard now yanked Frank up by the arm and led him back to the courtyard where nearly a thousand other humans were gathered. The blank, grey stares of Frank’s comrades had been replaced by nervous glances. “What’s going on?” he asked a black woman standing next to him. “You know Gerard Way?” Frank nodded, urging her to continue. “Well he’s turning eighteen in two days, so you know what that means.” Frank nodded again. It’s customary for a vampire to receive a blood slave on their eighteenth birthday. She started to turn away from him when he stopped her. “Wait!” He grabbed her shoulder. “Kids turn eighteen every day. Why’s this Gerard guy any different?” She shook her head and smirked. “The Way family have been known to be the cruelest masters in the entire United States. Probably in the entire world too.” Frank furrowed his brow and blew air out of his nose; he knew what she would say next. “And guess where they’re buying?” she smirked again.

Two rhetorical questions in under an hour. That ought to be a record or something. At least he could react to this one. “Shit.” he sighed.

Notes

Yeah, so new fic. Woohoo! So a few notes on this: 1. the content won't be like this in every chapter, I just wanted you all to know what my content style is so if you don't like it, you don't get too invested and 2. this is just the prologue, other chapters will be longer so hang in there. Well anyways, thank you for reading and enjoy! -xo