Warning for creepy themes and kidnapping

Aaron doesn't know why he was chosen to sit on a barstool like a deer in an open field. Apparently, he was quote, unquote, non-threatening looking . He could feel his heart slamming against his rib cage, making him well beyond nervous and if he weren't holding onto his drink it would be evident his hands were shaking. Despite the warm weather and the tightly packed club, Aaron felt his body shivering. He felt like he was naked even though she was wearing booty shorts and a loose crop top with one sleeve constantly slipping off his shoulder. If he could see himself then he would no doubt believe he was a prostitute. That's not what he was though. No, instead Aaron was bait. Aaron could feel Alex, John, Hercules, and Lafayette's eyes on him. They blended in with the crowd as they waited for a vampire to take the bait. Aaron was still horrified because he had already thought of several scenarios in which this ended badly.

His train of thoughts was broken when the bartender slid him a glass of what looked like club soda. Aaron blinked, confused. He had been drinking water all night and he didn't order this.

"Compliments from the gentleman in the green tie," the bartender informed and pointed to his right.

Aaron, curious and bored, looked over and was surprised. The man who had bought him the drink looked like your typical married man who worked in an IT department and didn't go to places like this. Not in those clothes at least, slacks and a vest over a button up shirt with a green tie. The only thing that looked in place was the leather jacket that fits nicely against his body. Aaron smiled and gave a small wave, but he didn't touch the glass. He's heard enough stories to know better. Sighing, he went back to staring aimlessly into space. The thought that this was another hopeless hunt made him grimace. They'd been tipped off about that a nest of vampires had settled here, but this was their third night out and nada. No victims, no weird behaviour, not even a missing cow or blood bank robbery.

"Not your drink?"

Jumping, Aaron whipped around to see the man in the green tie sitting beside him. When the hell did he get there? Aaron shook off the confusion and just smiled.

"Not supposed to talk to strangers," Aaron chuckled nervously.

"In that case, my name is Philip Schuyler, and you?"

Aaron gulped. "Leslie Odom."

The man- Philip tilted his head and smiled, predatory teeth poking out. Aaron straightened up and smiled back. Bingo, Aaron thought. Now he had to activate the trap.

"Are you comfortable in those clothes?" Philip asked out of the blue.

Aaron blinked. "Um, yeah, why else would I wear them?"

Philip's eyebrow rose, obviously seeing through Aaron's lie. He took off his jacket and graciously put it around Aaron's shoulders. Aaron was a little confused and anxious, but he also felt a little grateful. The jacket was at least three sizes too big and easily covered himself up. Surprisingly, it was warm. Aaron greedily held it closer.

Philip laughed and poked Aaron's nose. "You look like a drowning kitten."

Aaron's smile flickered. How do you respond to that? He was thankful he didn't have to answer, as Philip stole him from his seat and placed him onto his lap, leaving Aaron in a state of shock. This was far too close for comfort, Aaron started shaking again. This wasn't supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be taken outside for one of the guys to jump the vamp. Fear quickly seized his heart as he wondered if this guy was even a vampire. If he wasn't then Aaron was in even bigger trouble. His fear doubled over as Philip pressed his nose to Aaron's collarbone. Aaron's heart beat wildly as Philip slowly inched up to his pulse then stopped. He pressed his cold noise harder and parted his lips. Aaron had to think quickly.

"What are you doing?" Aaron said, mustering a giggle and trying to push Philip away a little.

"You smell good," Philip growled. "Can I take you to my place?"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea tonight, my sister is at my apartment with her girlfriend," Aaron lied.

"Oh, you sweet thing," Philip muttered. "I tell when you're lying."

Philip laughed, sending shivers down Aaron's spine, and sat up. He loomed over Aaron with a dark smile and weird gleam in his eyes- Fuck! His contacts had dried up earlier in the night leaving him vulnerable! A sudden fuzziness plagued his mind. Aaron went limp in Philip's arms. While his body was relaxed, Aaron's heart and mind were buzzing at alarming rates. He wondered if Alex would intervene or if Hercules would start a fight. God Aaron was too frightened to think they would let this go on.

Philip hummed lowly and traced a circle on his stomach; proud of his catch. "Now, how about you answer me truthfully? What is your real name?"

"Aaron Burr."

The words came out before he could think. Aaron swallowed nervously and started to fear all the scenarios he thought about were about to come true.

"Good boy," Philip praised him like a dog. "Alright... let's see, there are... four other hunters here with you, correct?"

"Yes."

Stop it! Aaron screamed at himself. Stop! Someone help him . There was a silent moment, even with the loud music playing and the people drunk laughing, and Aaron felt sick. Philip's finger moved away from his stomach to cupped his face. Aaron groaned in protest and moved his head in different angles as a weak attempt to escape. But Philip had a strong grip on his face. When he gave up and looked at the vampire with a glare, Aaron felt a dark flush run over him as a terrifying grin spread across Philip's face.

"I'll admit, I came here looking to get my daughter a plaything," Philip paused and chuckled, leaning down to Aaron's ear and whispered. "But I think she'll understand if I keep you for myself."

Aaron felt utter horror and sheer terror ripple through him as Philip kissed his check. It burned, it felt like his skin was freezing over and the coldness seized his heart. Where are the others? Why weren't they stopping this?! Aaron let out a startled noise when Philip stood up with him in his arms. He didn't know what to do! He couldn't move his body! He was helpless. The overwhelming feeling got to him and Aaron let out a sob.

"Aw, sh-sh-sh . It's okay Aaron," Philip cooed. "You have nothing to fear anymore. I'll take good care of you."

I'm afraid of you, Aaron thought glaring daggers at the man through watery eyes. This was too surreal for him. As Aaron felt the cold air hit him, his worries doubled. He was paralyzed and this bloodsucker was taking him to the club's parking. Aaron felt himself spiralling as dark thoughts clouded his rationality, a million new scenarios raced through his mind. From being brainwashed to being sucked dry of all his blood to being turned into a vampire as well. Philip stopped at a black truck and it opened after the sound of two beeps. The dread in him almost made him puke as Philip placed him in the passenger seat. He felt confused again when Philip put his seat belt on.

"There we go," Philip said, fastening the seat belt, "all safe and sound. You'll have to excuse me, some of your friends are coming. Wouldn't want them to ruin our fun."

"Don't you dare hurt them," Aaron mumbled, trying to sound intimidating.

"Can't make any promises they won't make," Philip responded and shut the door.

Outside the truck, Aaron heard a loud racket. He strained his ears to listen but everything still felt fuzzy. Aaron could make out yelling then maybe a cry of pain, grunting and something –most likely a knife- hitting the truck. Aaron wondered how it could be so peaceful in here while it was chaos outside. Aaron's mind started weaving him different images of his friend's neck snapped or their limbs torn off. While Philip has been strangely nice to him, there was no way he would be nice to four hunters trying to cut off his head. There were a few more thuds before everything went quiet. Aaron held his breath and waited. He prayed that his friends were okay, that the passenger door would open and someone would take him home, or just a plain old miracle.

The driver's seat opened and to Aaron's dismay, Philip sat in it. He was roughed up, hair out of place and clothes wrinkled and torn with blood stains, but he didn't look hurt or bothered. Aaron frowned deeper, he doesn't know why. Miracles were hard to come by.

"Strong bunch," Philip commented, turning on the vehicle. "Very well trained but I don't blame them for failing their mission tonight."

"Fuck you," Aaron spat out.

Philip just grinned. "But hey, their loss is my win."

Aaron's scowl turned into a gawk of horror.

"Don't look at me like that. I promise I'll provide you better than your hunting days could ever give."

That offered little comfort as the idea of being a vampire's pet made him sick to his stomach. Finding what little strength he had, Aaron started pulling on the door, not caring if jumping out of a moving car in traffic would kill him. Of course, it was locked so Aaron tried to open the window, maybe he could scream. Then he felt Philip grasp the back of his neck and pulled him back. Aaron squeaked and started thrashing around. Philip just laughed.

"You're like a little kitten," Philip chuckled.

Aaron opened his mouth to snap but all he released was a weak whine. The fuzzy feeling came back with a vengeance. The feelings in his legs disappeared and it spread up his body. He went limp and the hand on his neck went up to pet his head.

"Calm down," Philip whispered. "Just go to sleep. We'll discuss things when you wake up.

No, Aaron thought. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to calm down, he didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to be in this car with this thing! But what could Aaron do? He felt his eyelids close and that was it.