Rain pressed softly against the tall windows of the townhouse, turning the city outside into streaks of gold and grey. Inside, everything was warm light and careful.
Adrian Vale stood in the kitchen with one hand braced against the marble counter, watching ice melt slowly in a glass of bourbon he’d stopped drinking ten minutes ago.
Most people guessed younger. Not because he chased it, he didn’t bother with desperate things like dyed hair or flashy clothes—but because time had settled on him gently. Silver threaded his dark hair at the temples. His face had sharpened instead of softened with age. He moved with the kind of confidence that made younger men straighten unconsciously when he looked at them.
Especially the frat boys.
Loud in packs. Sunburned shoulders in summer. Cheap cologne layered over beer and detergent. They arrived everywhere like they owned the room, then folded embarrassingly fast under direct attention.
Adrian liked that moment best.
The instant confidence turned into nervous laughter.
He crossed the kitchen and picked up his phone from beside the sink. Notifications glowed across the screen, messages stacked on top of each other, invitations, ignored conversations, half-finished replies.
None of the names mattered much anymore.
His townhouse sat just off campus territory, close enough that students drifted through the neighborhood constantly. Over the years the place had developed a reputation. Not openly. Nothing obvious. Just whispers passed between people after parties.
Adrian always hosted the best afterparties.
Enough music. Enough alcohol. Enough mystery.
No one ever asked too many questions about who actually knew him.
He walked into the living room, pausing near the massive windows. Across the street, wet pavement reflected neon from a bar sign down the block. Groups of students moved through the rain in clusters, jackets over their heads, laughing too loudly.
A fraternity house stood three streets away. Tonight would be busy there. Friday nights always were.
Adrian loosened the cuffs of his black shirt and glanced toward the hallway mirror. Calm expression. Relaxed posture. The exact right amount of warmth in his eyes.
He opened Instagram first, then another app after that, scrolling slowly through stories and tagged photos from campus parties already underway.
A familiar pattern emerged quickly:
Red plastic cups.
Kitchen counters.
Sweaty shoulders.
Group photos taken too close.
A blond guy leaned halfway out of frame in someone’s story, laughing at something off-camera. Broad shoulders under a varsity jacket. Baseball cap backwards. A face that was handsome in the careless way youth made effortless.
The caption tagged a fraternity house Adrian recognized immediately.
He watched the clip twice.
Outside, rain tapped steadily against the glass while Adrian smiled faintly to himself and picked up his coat from the back of the sofa.
Tonight, he decided, he was going to invite someone over.
Adrian sat at the kitchen island with his phone in one hand and bourbon in the other, scrolling through fraternity stories until he found the blond guy again.
Ethan Mercer. 22. Sigma Tau.
Every photo looked the same, laughing with friends, baseball cap backwards, arm around somebody’s shoulder. Comfortable. Social. Exactly the kind of guy who never expected anything strange to happen to him.
Adrian posted a quick story to a private circle connected to students he’d met before.
Afterparty at mine tonight. People heading over around 11.
Almost immediately, reactions started rolling in.
A few minutes later, a new message appeared.
yo is this actually happening tonight
Ethan. Saw Tyler repost it
Adrian waited before replying.
Yeah. Swing by if you want. Few people already here.
By the time Ethan arrived, rain clung to the shoulders of his jacket. The townhouse stood quiet at the end of the street, warm light glowing through tall windows.
No loud music outside. No crowd.
Still, he walked up the steps and knocked.
The door opened almost immediately.
“Ethan,” Adrian said, like he’d been expecting him.
Up close, he was intimidatingly attractive. Older, confident, perfectly relaxed.
“Hey,” Ethan said with a nervous laugh. “Hope I’m not too early.”
Soft music drifted through the house. Amber light reflected off dark wood floors and expensive furniture.
Then he glanced toward the living room.
"Where's the party at?" Ethan enquired, sounding nervous looking around the townhouse.
That's when his fate was sealed...
"The party has just begun" Adrian whispered, his eyes glowing red, starting into Ethan's soft eyes.
Ethan felt his whole body weaken. He tried to fight it off but he couldn't.
He fell to the floor and felt Adrian start dragging him somewhere...
When Ethan came to and tried to open his eyes, he couldn't see anything. He could just feel something pressing against his face.
"Wh-where am I?" He desperately groaned, trying to wiggle free.
"Where you belong now. To me" Adrian responded coldly. "Just watch as the spiral comes on and relaxes your mind, it makes the next part a lot easier for you..."
All Ethan could do was resist. He tried to resist as long as he could but he was falling drowsy.
Ethan heard rolling along the floor, and something long go into his mouth...
Ethan tried to resist but he couldn't.
He felt a thick substance go into his mouth and he did everything in his power to spit it out.
Until Adrian walked over and held his mouth shut, whispering into Ethan's ear, "this is my favourite part, you'll be one of them soon..."
Ethan finally mustered up the strength to ask, "what's happening to me?"
Adrian laughed, "well, firstly, the headset is calming your subconscious mind to make this process a little quicker. But, my favourite part, this substance flowing through your entire body right now. Spit. That's right, the spit from the lucky guy before you. And this bucket under your chair catching your drool. Spit to be used by our next plaything. Isn't that fun?"
Ethan couldn't talk any more, but after hearing that, thoughts were racing through his mind, someone had to get him out of this. Someone had to know where he is...
Almost as if Adrian knew what he was thinking, "no one is coming to get you... I sent a story from your phone telling everyone how you're done for the night. They won't notice for at least 12 hours..."
Ethan grew completely hopeless, and seemingly gave up, feeling Adrian stroking his cheek, feeling the spit course his veins...
Ten minutes later, Ethan became entirely unresponsive...
Adrian knew his work here was done and went back upstairs, ready to come back down in an hour when the transformation should be complete.
Adrian started scrolling through all of Ethan's social medias.
Looking at his life, who he used to be, his friends, his boyfriend...
Adrian cherished getting to know each of his victims. After all, they were about to spend eternity together.#
About 55 minutes later, Adrian stood up and headed back down to the basement.
And what he saw was exactly what he wanted.
He could not be more pleased.
Every hint of life, erased.
"Follow me." Adrian ordered.
"Yes Sir." Ethan droned in a robotic tone.
Adrian took Ethan into an adjoining room, removed Ethan's clothing and placed a collar and some new shorts onto him.
"Doesn't that suit you much better?" Adrian jeered.
"Yes Sir." Ethan droned in the same monotone robotic tone.
"Wonderful. No one would even recognise you anymore..."
Adrian took Ethan's hand and took him into a deeper room.
"Go. Join the others, you might recognise a few familiar faces..."
Ethan stepped into the crowd without question.
Adrian was right, many of Ethan's old classmates and frat brothers were also down here, supposed to have just dropped out or moved away.
No one could have expected this.
Ethan would have been mortified.
That was, if he could still think for himself...
2 days later, Adrian came back down to his collection of toys.
"Ethan, I have a visitor coming. Your buddy Matt, if only you could remember him... Anyways, I need your spit so he can join you."
Adrian walked close to Ethan, started stroking his cheek and whispering in his ear, and just like that, Ethan began to drain his seed for his master, after all, his only purpose was to serve and transform others...
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