I'll Never Let Them Hurt You

Frank

"Shoot." I cursed as I reached the comfort of the peeling red paint that signalled that I had arrived at my apartment door. I quickly wiped any stray tears that were still falling from my eyes and stepped inside.

It wasn't quite dark yet, but the darkness was there. The sun had lost it's battle for that day and the natural light in the room had decreased from the normal mid-afternoon brightness the kitchen normally held. I fumbled with the light switch, hastily plunging the room into light once again.

I ran to the bedroom and quickly changed into my work clothes. A loose white shirt, black waistcoat and any jeans I could find hiding in the midsts of my room. Then I went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I washed my face in the warm water, the feeling of the liquid seeping into my pores relaxed me a little. Then I looked up and into the small mirror above the sink. I saw the small broken boy staring back at me. The sad hazel eyes, the tear stained cheeks, the scarred skin. It was sickening.

"No wonder he wanted to hurt you." I spat at the boy in the mirror, who seemed to cower away from me after the words had left my lips. "You're nothing, you never have been and you never will be."

After apply a thin layer underneath my eyes, I went into into the kitchen area to fine some food. Seeing that I worked behind a bar, having food before working was always good, as I would end up drinking a lot by the end of my shift. My shift was long that night, as only one other guy could make it in for work on a Tuesday. I sighed.

My eyes glanced towards the clock as I waited for my toast to 'pop' from the toaster. It was already 8:20 and my shift started a 8:30. There was a sudden pop and I felt myself jump back and my arm hit the counter as the toast finished. I picked out the toast and ate it plain, I didn't have time with decorations or flavours for my gourmet banquet.

I scurried around the apartment for a few minutes, wasting some time before I needed to head down stairs. To any onlooker, I looked perfectly normal, calm and happy. But inside I was a raging mess of emotion and self-loathing. I was just keeping a strong face, hoping that if I kept busy, I could keep my true feelings at bay.

"Time to go," I muttered to myself, picking up my keys in my left hand and closing the door behind me. I took the stairs two at a time and made my way down to the basement.

"Frankie!" I heard the familiar voice of Larry wafting through the corridor. "You're right on time." He smiled as I rounded the corner.

"Hey Larry." I replied with a smile, "When are we opening?"

"Right now actually!" Larry remarked, while putting away his wooden broom behind the bar. "I'm just about to open the doors up. We already have a queue outside. It's going to be pretty busy."

"That's good. The more people who come to 'Blue Moon' the popular it'll be. How many people do you think are outside?" I asked inquisitively. I gave him a small smile.

"About 30 in the human queue and then about 20 Vampires are ready to come in." He exclaimed happily. "I don't mean to be rude Frankie, but you look different. Have you changed your hair?" He asked with a confused expression.

I faltered, I didn't want to have to discuss my new species change with Larry. Larry was human but a very respected one amongst Humans and Vampires alike. His father was one of the most fear Doms in the US and was expected to be mated with a beautiful fertile. However he fell in love with a human girl and Larry was born. He was human with the style, charisma and respect of a Vampire Dominator. Despite his human form, because of his Father's status within the Vampire World, Larry was very respected and accepted. His Mother died about a decade ago and his Father, so distraught as to loose the love of his life, took his own. It was tragic, but Larry inherited the 'Blue Moon' club, which had been his Father's. I was surprised that he couldn't tell I was a fertile, or maybe he was just waiting for me to tell him.

"No nothing like that. I probably just forgot to brush my hair that's all! But that's great Larry. Let's open the doors now then. I'll be behind the bar in the main club as usual." I replied

"That's cool Frankie." Larry said as I got behind the bar. He crossed the room and opened the doors quickly. Vampires and then Humans flooded into the club. I sighed a little and began to work, serving drinks at the bar.

It was about an hour into my shift and I was getting a little tired. I had served too many drinks to count and my lower arms were aching. I rested my arms on the bar ledge as another figure approached.

“Frankie.” I heard Larry’s soft voice.

“Larry? I thought you’d be working the door?” I asked in confusion.

“I am. I just came to tell you, I need to you cover the v-bar for the rest of the shift.” He explained.

“T-t-the v-bar? Why?” I asked. I knew what that meant. I’d have to serve Vampires in the vampire only section and they’d all ask so many questions.

“Sorry Franks but Jasey had to go home, he was spewing everywhere. I need someone to cover and you’re the best for the job. All the vampires you serve seem to like you.” He explained. Jasey was Larry’s kid brother, but like his brother, Jasey was also human with Dom characteristics.

“I am? I’ve never covered v-bar before.” I exclaimed nervously.

“I know but you’re better than Jonathan. The vampires in the bar never seem to like him.” He shrugged and continued. “Please Frankie; I’ll double your wages for the night.” I saw the begging look in his eyes.

I thought for a second, I could do with the extra money. “Sure, I’ll do it. Larry. But only for you.” I gave him my best smile, as well as flashing Jonathan one, who had taken my space behind the club bar.

“Thanks Frankie.” He smiled and wandered back over to the doors, to allow a few more Humans, who were waiting in the queue, in.

I slid round the side of the bar and headed towards the archway which led into the vampire exclusive v-bar. I didn’t go through the arch though, and turned and walked down the corridor, through the ‘staff only’ door and round the corridors until I reached the door which led to behind the bar. Before long I was setting up the bar, not before cleaning the bar floor of spew. ‘Poor Jasey’ I thought as I put the mop back under the bar. I looked up and saw I had quite a queue building. My head went back down out of view and I blushed.

“Sorry.” I stated nervously to the queue, who could only see the very top of my head. I’d seen most of them in the main club area before. They were mostly regulars. “Jasey wasn’t well, so I’m taking over.” I continued.

“That sucks.” The tall vampire at the front spoke confidently. “I hope he gets better. Jasey’s pretty cool, for a human dude.” He added. I nodded in response, even though he couldn’t see it.

“What can I get ’cha?” I asked as I finally stood up to reveal my face from behind the bar counter.

“An O- on the rocks.” The vampire stated. I nodded and gave him his drink a moment later. “So what’s a pretty little fertile doing behind a bar?”

“I-I needed t-t-the job.” I stuttered nervously.

“T’is fair.” He shrugged. “It just seems like a strange job for a precious fertile such as yourself, that’s all.” He continued, but then took his drink from the counter. “Thanks. Here’s the money. I know it’s only $3 dollars but if you need the money, I’ll gladly give it to you. Consider it as a tip.” He smiled, handing me a $10 bill and walked off towards the tables at the side of the bar.

I sighed a little, putting the extra £7 into the cash register too and began to serve the next customer. The red haired vampire had startling blue eyes and held a lead with a turned vampire toy attached to the end. I could see the fear in the toy’s eyes, the hate that it felt for its Vampire master.

“Could I get an AO+ with a shot of Vodka honey?” He asked calmly, still tugging on the rope.

“Sure Sir, just one moment,” I answered politely, reaching behind the bar to retrieve a shot glass. “Here you are.” I slid the drink along the table. “If you would like to leave your toy in the toy storage room you can Sir. It’s a free service, where our best people keep your toy in the very best condition.” I gulped as I said this, knowing that the toys were tortured in that room. However to a Vampire a torture room was the best place for a toy to be placed in.

“Thanks for the drink honey. That’d be perfect. I’d quite like to get rid of maggot for a while.” He stated, he was about to walk off and then stopped himself. “Oh, here’s the money. Sorry!” He smiled and handed me $4. “Oh and honey, you don’t need to call me ‘Sir’, not a beautiful little fertile like you.” He smirked.

I blushed a little at this but said nothing. He walked off dragging the toy by its lead towards the toy storage room. I began to serve the next Vampire in the queue with a smile.

It had been a few hours and I was beginning to grow tried. Serving vampires was definitely more rewarding than humans but it was equally as tiring. Despite this, the club showed no signs of slowing down. I figured I had a few more hours until I could get off. The queue at the bar had shrunk to a few vampires now, as I had picked my pace considerably.

“Could I get a B+ straight up please sugar?” I looked up from the bar counter at the familiar voice and what I saw almost made me shrink back behind the bar. The deathly pale skin, bright hazel eyes and soft black hair.

“Gerard?” I whispered.

“Frank.” He said quietly. I gulped and looked down. “We, I mean, I need to talk to you, please.” He asked, his tone pleading.

“Well, I-“ I stuttered.