|The Midnight Show
Author: TheMadMatador PM
They call him The Master. He hosts a show every midnight. He has just found his latest star. Slash MxM.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,745 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-01-12 - Published: 08-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3050561
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They call me The Master. I am the owner of a theatre that has been abandoned long ago. I am what humans call a vampire. Many of my kind come from all over to watch my shows. My shows, dare I say, are something special. Every night at midnight, I host my special shows. They are definitely not for the faint of heart. You see, I use mortals as my "performers". I steal them from the streets and throw them on stage. I never kill any of them, nor do I turn them. I merely make them vulnerable before my kind. Tonight I have a brand new "performer" that I've had my eye on for a few days now. It's a special kind of night. I can tell. My play thing is backstage, being prepared. A few of my associates are making him up to shine on stage. A few guests arrive. As always, admission is free.
"Hello Ms. Draven"
"Hello there Erik."
"It's good to see you again."
"I can't help coming back. Your shows just keep getting better and better."
"I try Ms. Draven."
"I hear it's going to be something special tonight."
"That it is. Enjoy the show."
"I will. I'll see you after the show."
More guests arrive. I create small talk. What kind of host would I be if I didn't? Most are those who have seen the show before but a surge of first timers have arrived. They'll sure be in for quite the show. It's almost time. I check with my star. He looks so cute all tied up there. A spry young dancer. Looks about eighteen. My associates did a pretty good job with him. I have the mortal dressed in garb that can easily be removed. He's ready and so am I. The house lights go out and I go in front of the curtains. A full house.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen. I humbly welcome you to my little show. Those of you who have been here before know what you're in for. Those who haven't, I'm sure you will enjoy just the same. I will give a short explanation. Every night, I take one lucky mortal from the streets and have them perform for your pleasure. Sometimes I can be sick and twisted. Sometimes I can be reasonable. It really depends on my mood. Every night is different. So without further ado, I give you the star for tonight"
I walk off as the curtains open. My little dancer is thrown on stage. He stumbles a bit and falls to his knees. His wrists are bound in front of him. He struggles to get to the front of the stage.
"Help me! Please! Anyone!"
He's adorable when he shouts. I hear the laughter of the audience. That's just what I love to hear. I walk on stage. Applause and cheering. This is a good audience tonight. I walk on over to my star. He cowers away, tears threatening to spill on to his beautiful face. I grab him by the hair and lift him to his feet. I look to the audience to see that they are at the edge of their seats. Two of my assistants come on stage and hold my dancer in place. I release his wrists from their bindings. I can hear his breathing become more erratic.
"What are you going to do to me?"
It was barely a whisper. I had trouble hearing it myself. There's something about him. So beautiful when he begs. I grab the collar of the robe he had been put in and ease it off of his shoulders. He's frozen in fear. Just the way I like it. It isn't long before I have him completely nude. I move aside and let the audience look at the beauty on my stage. They take him in. He looks at me, a single tear falling down his cheek. Beautiful. The music starts. He becomes hypnotized. I dance along him. I'm not too bad if I do say so myself. We perform the best show I think I've ever had. The audience seems mesmerized. They follow as I lift his form in to the air. His neck rubbing my lips as I place him down again. His breathing becomes shallow.
My show ends and I get a standing ovation. Maybe I should keep him. To make my shows that much more interesting. My associate takes him to the waiting room as I bid farewell to the audience. Ms. Draven approaches me.
"You were right. That was some show. I don't know how you'll top it knowing you have to let him go."
"I think I may turn him."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Perhaps I am."
"You want to keep him so that he'll perform for you?"
"Not just that my dear. Perhaps I am infatuated. Full of lust."
"He is rather attractive. How do you know he likes men?"
"I've seen him. I followed him for quite a bit before I took him."
"Well, I'm off. Have fun with your new play thing. I'm going to have to spread the word."
"Please do. I'm perfectly fine with sharing."
She gives a small giggle and leaves. I make my way on over and grab my star, still nude and take him to my quarters under the stage. I've got quite the life living in the place I adore. I shove him on to my bed and lock the door behind me. He looks so frightened. That just makes him that much more attractive.
"I want to keep you forever my little pet."
I reach for his hair and force him on to his feet, facing away from me. I pull his body closer to me. We stay like that for a few moments, listening to each other breathe. My breath slow and calm, his fast and shallow. My lips meet his neck. I can already taste his essence. It's rather intoxicating. Yes, I will turn him in to my personal slave. I bite deep in to his neck. He winces in pain. Blood starts to trickle out of his wound and I lick it all up. I drink it up as he starts to fade. Just as I wanted. He collapses in to my body. How lovely. I pick him up and gently place him on the bed. His breathing is so shallow. I must act quickly. I sit down next to him. I bring my palm to my mouth and slice it open. I slowly bring my palm to his mouth. At first he flinches away, but then he starts sucking at the blood. Yes, this is a prize I must keep forever. An excellent addition for my show.