Frat boys with fangs

by Six Pecs

Halloween 2024: This year’s hottest-ticket Halloween party on Greek Row is being hosted by the brothers of Kappa Upsilon Mu. Unbeknownst to the guests, the fraternity has become a front for a secret coterie of gay vampires. The vampire frat boys flex their supernatural abilities at the party, and lay the groundwork for a ritual that promises to slake their thirst for blood and much more.

The party had been in full swing for over an hour when Myron finally finished putting on his Halloween costume. The walls of the second-floor bedroom he had been using as his dressing room shook in rhythm with the bass of the music playing downstairs. Myron could hear the cacophony of the party coming through the floor beneath him, but otherwise the room was relatively quiet. The room was dark; a small desk lamp was the only source of light. Myron preferred the darkness.

Myron looked in the full-length mirror on the bedroom wall, as he adjusted the headdress of his costume. He was dressed as an ancient Egyptian pharaoh; although, to say he was dressed would be generous. He wore the gold-and-black striped, linen nemes [a pharaoh’s crown] on his head which draped over his shoulders and covered the back of his neck. A large beaded piece on his shoulders around his neck peeked out from beneath the headcloth. He was shirtless, and he wore a very short white kilt with a large gold belt. He wore flat sandals with leather straps laced halfway up his calves, and around each wrist and ankle, he wore gold bangles.

Myron looked rich, dripping in gold. He scanned his reflection in the mirror and admired his muscular form enhanced by the shadows caused by the sole light source to his right, dimly illuminating the room. He looked to his left, across the room, at the clock on the nightstand: 10:47. Perhaps he could make them wait a few minutes longer.

Myron turned back to the mirror and noticed in the reflection a figure standing in the doorway behind him. Myron did not turn around, but he stared at the man’s reflection in the mirror. The figure entered the room and approached Myron. As he stepped into the light, Myron recognized his fraternity brother, Kenneth. Kenneth was the only member of their fraternity whose appearance matched Myron’s captivating good looks.

Kenneth was wearing only a red velvet bathrobe over his muscular physique. He walked right over to Myron and placed his hands on each of Myron’s arms and held him. Their skin was cold against each other. Kenneth smiled at Myron’s reflection, and Myron smiled back at Kenneth’s. Both men were 6’2” (188 cm), perpetually 21-year-old studs with supernaturally enhanced beauty.

“You look perfect,” Kenneth said, beaming.

“I know,” replied Myron, being completely serious.

“Like a hot, young Rama-Tut,” said Kenneth.

“Like who?” asked Myron.

“Rama-Tut: a Marvel character,” explained Kenneth.

“Not another fucking Marvel character!” chided Myron.

“Marvel is very popular this year,” said Kenneth. “There are a lot of Marvel character costumes downstairs, including a few of your brothers.”

“I knew I should’ve chosen the gladiator!” cried Myron. “I chose the pharaoh as an homage to great epic films like Cleopatra and The Ten Commandments, not to the soulless drivel that passes for cinema these days. Fucking Marvel! Don’t you remember the days when cinema was respected as a great artform?”

“I do, Brother, but we each have our part to play,” answered Kenneth. “Tonight, you are a college frat boy who was born in 2003. You’ve never seen Cleopatra, and you have never heard of Elizabeth Taylor either.”

Myron gasped and dramatically clutched his pearls, leaning back against Kenneth who stood strong behind him. Myron slid against Kenneth pulling the bathrobe off Kenneth’s shoulder and revealing Kenneth’s muscular chest in the mirror’s reflection. Myron smiled flirtatiously as he stared at the reflection of their exposed chests: his cold, dark skin against Kenneth’s deathly pale complexion. Neither of them showed any signs of breathing.

“Your brothers are relying on you,” said Kenneth, maintaining a serious expression and tone. “Are you going to be able to do this?”

“Oh yes, sir!” smiled Myron, still flirting with Kenneth. “Those hideous costumes won’t bring me down so easily!”

Kenneth paused for a moment, looking wistfully at Myron’s reflection. “How are you feeling?” asked Kenneth.

“Hungry,” replied Myron with a smirk.

“Tell me about it,” sighed Kenneth. “Look, it’s like four more hours. I promise it will be worth the wait. Here …” Kenneth bared his fangs and pricked his tongue with his upper left fang. “Have a bit of my blood to tie you over.”

Myron’s eyes widened in delighted surprise, and he bared his fangs as well. He turned around and looked Kenneth in the eye. The two brothers embraced and kissed each other, fangs out. Myron lapped up a few drops of blood from Kenneth’s tongue. When they stopped kissing, Kenneth pressed his forehead against Myron’s.

“Remember, Brother,” said Kenneth, his accent switched from a fluent American accent to a thick Romanian one. “We may be of different bloodlines, but tonight we are of one blood.” Kenneth gave Myron another kiss, but his tongue had already healed.

“What is it like right now down there?” asked Myron.

Kenneth closed his eyes and paused for a moment before he answered. “Shit’s wild right now,” he said, his accent squarely back in the United States. “The floor is packed with people: hearts racing, blood pumping, so many in sync with the music. It’s electrifying!” Kenneth opened his eyes and looked at Myron. “You had better get down there,” he told him.

Myron retracted his fangs and gave Kenneth a kiss on the cheek before he left the bedroom. He walked down the hallway to the main staircase leading to the foyer at the entrance of the frat house. As he took his first steps down the stairs, he heard the signature bell chime over the rhythmic guitars of Walk Like an Egyptian by the Bangles come on the speakers downstairs. Myron smiled at how perfectly Kenneth had timed the song with his arrival to the party.

Myron roused the blood within him to give himself the appearance of a living, breathing human being. His skin appeared more radiant and was warm to touch, but calling upon the powers of his blood also intensified his hunger. The handful of guests standing in the foyer all turned and watched him descend the stairway. Awakening the blood had empowered Myron with supernatural allure.

Three large letters were painted on the wall to Myron’s right coming down the stairs: K Y M. Kappa Upsilon Mu was one of the smaller fraternities on campus. Myron was a senior member, and Kenneth was the president. Under Kenneth’s leadership, they had developed a reputation for having wild parties, which tends to happen when a college frat is infiltrated by a coterie of gay vampires.

One of Myron’s fraternity brothers, a sophomore, stood guard in front of the stairs. The sophomore brothers had been assigned security detail and were posted at strategic points throughout the frat house. They each wore sunglasses, earpieces, and matching black suits. The sophomore brother stepped aside and nodded to Myron as he passed.

Across the room from the large Greek letters, a massive doorway opened to the large common room, which had been converted into the dance floor. As Myron stepped into the large common room, his eyes were immediately drawn to the mysterious, masked face of the DJ who stood head and shoulders above the crowd, perched on his stage across the dance floor.

The stage had been tricked out with stage lights and fog machines, and the stage has been decorated to resemble a creepy, old pipe organ. The masked DJ was dressed like a sexy Phantom of the Opera, with a big black billowing cape behind a stylized sleeveless-crop-top version of the suits worn during France’s Golden Age. His muscular arms and abs glistened in the revolving glow of his multi-color stage lights.

Myron mingled among the costumed crowd swaying in time to the music. Occasionally, the DJ would mix in spooky organ music into some of the tracks he played. The crowd would erupt in cheers anytime the organ would play, thrilled by the custom Halloween remixes of beloved songs. Myron was jostled by the adjacent bodies in the crowd. A few times, he felt some in the crowd grope one of his arms, his torso, or his ass.

Through the crowd, he spotted his brother, Dominic, standing off to the side of the dance floor near a window. Dominic was dressed as a slutty Roman gladiator, with his muscular body on full display just like Myron. He was talking to Chris, president of the Sigmas, who was dressed in a red and black spandex bodysuit and wearing prop swords on his back. His spandex mask pulled back on his head like a swim cap, so his face was visible.

Myron was reminded of his task. He and his fellow senior brothers were each tasked with inviting the presidents of the three biggest frats on campus—the Alphas, the Betas, and the Sigmas—to the exclusive, private party beneath the main party. Myron had been assigned the Alphas’ president, Nathan. Myron discretely scanned his surroundings for any sign of Nathan as he grooved with swagger on the dance floor, dancing with anyone brave enough to approach him.

After a few songs and seeing no sign of Nathan, Myron nudged his way through the crowd to the dining hall. The tables and chairs had been left out and were packed with partygoers in costume conversing and enjoying one another’s company. Myron scanned the room looking for Nathan.

Unfortunately, Nathan’s obnoxious girlfriend, Debra, spotted him first. She bolted up from her seat and rushed over to Myron. She was wearing a long navy-blue coat over purple high-waisted pants and a white cotton shirt buttoned all the way to the collar. Her hair was tied up in a big messy bun. Myron thought she looked like a conservative librarian in uncharacteristically bold colors.

“My, my, Myron,” she opened with her favorite pun which Myron found especially irritating. “Don’t you look positively scrumptious in that get up you’re wearing,” she complimented. “Let me guess: Ramesses the Great?”

“Why yes!” exclaimed Myron, pleasantly surprised. “How did you know?”

“Oh, Kenny told me,” she replied. Kenny was her pet name for Kenneth, the president, whom she thought of as her gay best friend. “I know he made you and the other senior KUM Bros wear these ridiculously revealing rags.” She pronounced KUM like “come”—everyone did.

Myron felt his blood begin to boil at the reference to his regal regalia being rags, but he gritted his teeth and forced those thoughts to the back of his mind. Only a few more hours, and he could feast to his cold, dead heart’s content.

“So where is Kenny anyway?” asked Debra. “We’ve been here for like two hours, and he’s yet to make an appearance.”

“Oh he’s around,” replied Myron dismissively. “You know how it is at these big parties, so much to do behind the scenes. Where’s Nathan?”

“Oh, he’s sitting with us,” answered Debra. “You probably can’t recognize him while he’s wearing that mask. He’s wearing the Wolverine costume.” Debra pointed out Nathan wearing a blue and yellow spandex bodysuit with a yellow and black mask.

“If you’ll excuse me …” said Nathan as he shifted past Debra.

“Hey Nathan!” Myron called out, trying to be heard over the crowd and music reverberating from the other room.

“Oh, Myron! Where’s Kenneth?” asked Nathan.

“Oh, he’s working the party behind the scenes,” Debra interrupted in a sassy tone.

Myron ignored the remark. “Nathan, you look like you could use a refill,” he said. “If you come with me to the kitchen, I can get you to the front of the line.”

“Sure buddy,” said Nathan. Then he asked Debra, “You need anything, babe?”

“No, I’m good here,” she replied.

Nathan took his cup, got up from the table, and followed Myron to the kitchen where the kegs and the coolers of jungle juice were kept.

“Hey, so, who’s the DJ?” asked Nathan in a hushed voice as they walked away from the table.

“No one knows,” Myron smiled back. “He calls himself O.G.”

“O-G? Like OG?” asked Nathan.

“Sure man,” Myron conceded. “He’s pretty good though, right?”

“The fucking best man!” exclaimed Nathan as they walked into the kitchen. “I gotta get that guy for the Alphas’ next party.”

“You gotta talk to Kenneth,” said Myron. “Here, let’s cut the line.”

Myron led Nathan past the line that had formed in the kitchen to get drinks and refills, and they walked right up to Zeke, one of the junior brothers refilling cups. Zeke wore cobalt-blue, knee-high boots, black tights, a pink chest plate shaped like muscular pecs and abs over a black turtleneck, over which he wore an oversize, brown, leather trench coat, and what looked like a black ski mask with the front cut out for the face, and the top cut off to let his slightly wavy, slightly messy, brown hair fly free. Myron thought he looked ridiculous.

“Myron!” Zeke croaked in a bad attempt at a Cajin accent, emphasizing the second syllable with a nasal vowel. “What can I do for you and your friend, mon cher?”

“I’ll have a beer and a refill for Nathan, here.” replied Myron.

“Right away, cher,” said Zeke. Zeke took a fresh cup from the counter behind him and filled it with beer from the keg on the floor next to him.

Myron turned to Nathan. “How’d you like to go to the real party?” he asked him in a hushed tone. He took his cup from Zeke.

“What do you mean?” asked Nathan. He handed his empty cup over to Zeke.

“Kenneth’s party,” Myron smiled back, moving in closer. “He’s got a secret party planned just for VIPs, and you’re invited.”

Nathan was so captivated by Myron he didn’t notice Zeke trying to hand him his cup until Zeke cleared his throat to get Nathan’s attention.

“Thank you,” Nathan said timidly, as he took his full cup back from Zeke.

“Remember it!” bellowed Zeke.

“Come on, this way,” Myron said to Nathan, leading him out of the kitchen a different way than they came in. “So, what do you say?” Myron asked. “You in?”

“Of course, I’m in,” replied Nathan. They walked down a short hallway, crowded with people waiting for the bathroom, into a crowded sitting room.

Myron spotted his burly brother, Jeffrey, the fourth and final senior KUM brother. He was sitting on a loveseat in front of the window. Jeffrey was the tallest of his brothers, and he had long hair, a bushy beard, and a hairy chest and back. He was shirtless and wore a wolf pelt over his head, back, and shoulders, and a skimpy, leather loincloth over his boxer briefs. He was supposed to be a sexy caveman; however, using Halloween as an excuse, he grew out his claws and bared his fangs, so he more resembled a primitive wolf-man.

Aaron, president of the Betas, sat next to Jeffrey, crammed into the quarter of the loveseat not taken up by Jeffrey’s massive frame. Aaron wore a spandex body suit that Myron recognized as Spider-Man. Myron looked around the well-lit sitting room and noticed several men, including Nathan, were wearing spandex body suits, and he realized that they were probably all Marvel movie characters. The aesthetics of the costumes were so displeasing to Myron that they threatened to throw him off his game. He had to get out of there.

Myron took Nathan’s hand and led him to a door on the left. Myron knocked on the door in a lilting rhythm, and someone opened the door from the inside. Myron quickly slipped inside the door, Nathan filed in behind him, and the door shut behind them. Myron had led Nathan into the fraternity’s office where one of the sophomore brother’s had been posted as guard.

“Agent R!” Myron addressed the guard. “Turn off all the lights except for a single desk lamp.”

“Right away, sir!” responded the sophomore, and he complied.

When the room was sufficiently dark, Myron turned back to Nathan and resumed his seduction. “Here’s how it’s going down, Wolverine,” mocked Nathan flirtatiously. “You are going to invite four other Alphas to join you, and when the pizza arrives you and your four favorite brothers are going to go to the kitchen. You’ll need a password to get in.”

“What’s the password?” asked Nathan.

Myron moved closer to Nathan, reached with both hands and gently took the mask off Nathan’s head. Then Myron whispered in Nathan’s ear, “Dracula.”

Nathan visibly shivered as Myron’s warm breath passed his ear, but he did not recoil. “Dracula,” he repeated under his breath.

“That’s right,” whispered Myron. “Choose who you invite wisely. Kenneth intends to meet the leaders of the Alphas. This is not an opportunity you will want to squander. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” said Nathan. He leaned in and kissed Myron on the lips. Myron knew he had Nathan in his thrall. He would need to release him before the secret VIP party, but he could afford to toy with him a little while longer.

“Come on Nathan,” said Myron. “Let’s dance.”

Travis hoisted the eighth and final coffin into place, leaning it against the walls in the back corner of the basement rec room. He had propped the other seven coffins along the walls on either side of the spacious room. The handmade coffins were made of cheap wood and painted black; all eight lids were closed. They were part of the festivities planned for the end of the VIP party, but for now they added to the Halloween vibes.

Travis was a junior brother and the pledge master of Kappa Upsilon Mu. The five junior brothers had been assigned party responsibilities related to hospitality: refilling drinks, cleaning up after people, etc. As such, each junior was dressed as a different superhero. As pledge master, Travis was the junior brother assigned to the VIP party, and he was dressed as Deadpool, but he wasn’t wearing his mask. The padding in his costume made him look more muscular than he actually was.

Travis walked back over to the wet bar in the other back corner of the room. Kenneth was stocking the shelves behind the bar. Kenneth wore Hugh Hefner’s robe without the pajamas underneath. He had tied the robe so it opened down to just above his navel, exposing the bare skin of his muscular chest. Kenneth and Travis were the only two in the large basement rec room.

The dimmer switch for the overhead lights was turned on all the way down, and orange and purple string lights hung from the tops of the walls. The basement was furnished with a pool table, a foosball table, and a huge couch in front of a large TV with gaming consoles. A small home speaker played the same music that blasted over the dance floor upstairs, albeit much softer.

“What do you think?” Travis asked Kenneth.

“I think I wish I had your strength and dexterity,” Kenneth replied with a smile.

“I wish I had your powers of vicissitude,” Travis countered playfully.

“Oh yeah?” Kenneth cocked an eyebrow. “What would you change first?”

“My height,” grumbled Travis. At 5’7” (170 cm) tall, Travis was the shortest of the upperclassmen in Kappa Upsilon Mu. Kenneth was leaning forward on his elbows against the bar to bring himself to Travis’s eye level.

“Hmmm. How about after the party, I make you so tall, you’ll have to crouch down when you walk through the doorways?” Kenneth offered. “You’ll make us all look tiny in comparison, even Jeffrey.”

“You got a deal,” replied Travis. Travis took a seat on one of the barstools opposite the bar from Kenneth. Travis looked at his reflection in the mirror behind the shelves on the wall behind the bar. He glanced at the reflection of the stairs behind him. Someone would be down to fetch him any minute.

Kenneth noticed Travis glancing past him at the mirror behind him. He smiled. “I think we have a few minutes to ourselves before they arrive. Care to tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Huh? Oh no,” hesitated Travis. “It’s just nerves,”

Kenneth cocked his eyebrow. “Your lime-green aura is clashing with the lighting in this room.”

“Green, huh? You think I’m jealous?” asked Travis with a smirk.

“No, envy is a much darker green,” explained Kenneth. “This green suggests distrust.” He stared down Travis with a stern look.

Travis felt exposed which riled his blood. The bane of his bloodline kept Travis at a constant simmer that could boil over into rage at the slightest provocation. Normally, he might lash out when put in this situation, but this was his leader, and this night was too important. He could not lie to Kenneth, but he could not tell the truth either. Travis hesitated and glanced at the mirror to check the stairs behind him.

“You should just tell me,” sighed Kenneth. “So I don’t have to waste blood trying to read your mind.”

“The Pledges!” Travis blurted out. “I’m worried for the Pledges. I don’t trust those guys from the other frats with my, our, Pledges.” Travis continued to stare at the mirror behind Kenneth, not wanting to look Kenneth in the eyes.

Kenneth glanced at the stairs and then back at Travis. “That’s why we’re going to be down here with them, to protect our own,” said Kenneth reassuringly.

“Until we have to go upstairs!” retorted Travis, turning to look Kenneth in the eyes. “Then what?”

“Then I’ll be with them!” called out a voice from across the room.

Travis turned around and saw a sophomore brother, wearing sunglasses and a black suit, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Travis turned back to look at the mirror; the sophomore wasn’t in the reflection. “Fuck!” thought Travis, as Men in Black by Will Smith started playing.

“Surprised to see me, brother?” asked the sophomore, taunting Travis.

Travis bit his bottom lip with his teeth, trying to stifle the urge to bare his fangs and attack the insubordinate sophomore.

“Agent J!” called Kenneth, addressing the sophomore. “Are the VIPs ready to come down?”

“Almost, sir,” replied Agent J. “The kitchen has been cleared. They’re putting out the pizza right now, and soon, they’ll start letting VIPs in the kitchen to wait.”

“Very good, Agent J!” praised Kenneth. “Please wait at the top of the stairs. I’ll send Travis up in a few minutes.”

“Yes sir!” responded Agent J. He turned around and walked up the steps, disappearing into the shadowy stairwell.

Travis turned around and mouthed, “Thank you!” to Kenneth.

Kenneth responded with a daunting look. “Whatever beef is going on between you two, you need to set it aside for tonight,” said Kenneth with his Romanian accent poking through. “Can you do that?”

Travis turned his head away from Kenneth and stared at the coffin he had propped up in the back corner, farther away from the other coffins. “I don’t trust him!” retorted Travis.

“Yes! I can still see your fluorescent misgivings surrounding you, stained with your rage and garbled by your anxiety,” scowled Kenneth.

Travis turned back and glared at Kenneth.

“Trust this,” Kenneth continued. “Ultimately, he answers to me, same as you! I will not allow him to sabotage our designs, same as you! Can you trust that, for tonight at least?”

Travis was pissed. His rage clawed up the inside of his ribs and burned in his temples, but he summoned the willpower to hold it together. He looked at Kenneth directly and calmly replied, “I can trust that, for tonight.”

Kenneth reached across the bar and took the sides of Travis’s head to hold in his hand. “Remember brother,” he said solemnly in his full Romanian accent. “We may be of different bloodlines, but tonight we are of one blood.” Kenneth leaned in and kissed Travis on the lips.

Travis leaned into the kiss, and for a moment he felt his rage give way to desire. When the moment passed, the two men broke their kiss and looked into each other’s eyes. Travis surrendered to the pull of Kenneth’s vampiric gaze which, after a moment, quelled his passions. Travis, soothed, let out a sigh of relief.

Kenneth smiled. His demeanor shifted back to his usual casual charm. He picked up a bar napkin and flung it playfully at Travis. “Now, wipe your eyes, Brother, because you bled a couple tears,” he smirked in his pure American accent.

Travis patted the few drops of blood from his bottom eyelids with the napkin and stored the bloodstained napkin in the accessory bag, strapped around his left thigh as part of his costume. “Thank you, Sir,” Travis told Kenneth. Kenneth nodded.

Travis opened the pouch on the fanny pack attached to his belt and took out his Deadpool mask. He pulled it over his whole head and neck like a ski mask. Looking at his reflection in the mirror on the wall behind the bar, he adjusted his mask until it was sitting just right on his face. Then, without a word, he turned and walked across the room to go upstairs.

Agent J was waiting for Travis at the top of the stairs just as instructed. He stood in front of the closed door leading to the kitchen. Travis stopped on the last step before the first-floor landing. He called forth the blood within him to flush his skin with warmth and vitality. He inhaled deeply, and the air warmed inside his chest. He let out a long sigh through his mask.

Travis stepped onto the first-floor landing and nodded to Agent J. Agent J opened the door, and Travis entered the kitchen with a confident gait. A crowd of fifteen college frat boys were gathered in the kitchen. Nathan, Aaron, and Chris—the presidents of the Alphas, the Betas, and the Sigmas respectively—stood at the front of the crowd.

Travis felt his blood surge as he reached and pulled off his mask. He expertly employed his powers of presence—upon which he so often called to intimidate others—to inspire awe in his captive audience. Upon seeing his face, the fifteen frat boys watched Travis with rapt attention.

“Welcome men!” Travis began enthusiastically. “For those who don’t know me, I am Travis, this year’s pledge master for Kappa Upsilon Mu, and on behalf of our humble fraternity, I wish to extend to you, our most esteemed guests, our most gracious hospitality. Our pledges have been through hell this week to bring you this most unique experience.”

A soft murmur of low voices chattering in anticipation spread through the crowd. The three leaders at the front of the crowd, receiving the brunt of Travis’s enthralling powers, remained silent. Travis beamed at the flock of frat boys filling his field of vision. “Now, if you will follow me downstairs,” he beckoned.

Travis, followed by Nathan and Chris with Aaron right behind them, led the group of frat boys down the stairs to the basement. Agent J closed the door behind the group and brought up the rear of the procession. Some of the frat boys in the back had begun chanting, “Hell Week! Hell Week!” as they made their way downstairs.

Upon entering the basement, many in the group, having never seen the rec room before, marveled at the setup of the large space. Nathan, Chris and Aaron were so enraptured by Travis, they did not take their eyes off of him as they followed him across the room.

Behind the bar stood Kenneth, tall and attractive with glowing skin, flushed with vitality. He still had his Hugh Hefner robe tied loosely, so it revealed his muscular chest. The frat boys immediately recognized him as the charismatic president of Kappa Upsilon Mu who was popular in a broad variety of social circles on campus.

“Hey!” Nathan called over to Kenneth. “We’ve been wondering where you were hiding!”

“Well yeah!” replied Kenneth. “This is where we keep the good shit! Come here. Let me show you what we got.”

Travis joined Kenneth behind the bar, and the two set to work mixing drinks. When they had finished, they poured a thick, dark, brick-red mixture into seventeen salt-rimmed shot glasses and offered them up to the Alphas, the Betas, and the Sigmas who distributed them among themselves, with Kenneth and Travis also having each poured a shot for themselves. Then, everybody held their shot glasses up.

“To fresh starts, to second chances,” toasted Kenneth, “to all of us, to our new friendship and our continuing collaboration.”

“And to the best fucking Halloween party ever!” added Nathan, and the crowd cheered before everyone downed their shots, including Kenneth and Travis. The mixture had a semi-sweet and savory flavor with a metallic undertone. The frat boys loved the taste.

“Fuck, that’s good!” exclaimed Chris.

“What is this?” asked Aaron, pointing at his shot glass.

“Virgin’s blood,” replied Kenneth with a deadpan expression.

“Speaking of which,” cracked Nathan. “Where are these pledges?”

Kenneth looked back at Travis, and they smiled at each other. Kenneth raised his right hand and made a quick gesture, twisting his wrist and pointing his fingers upward. Suddenly the lids of the coffins unlatched themselves and opened to reveal what was inside. The frat boys dispersed from the bar and went to get a closer look at the coffins.

Inside each coffin was a nude corpse of a young man frozen stiff, each impaled on a large wooden stake through their heart. The corpses were clean, did not smell, and showed no signs of decay. Their expressions were frozen in time. A few looked to be sleeping; others showed expressions of shock and terror. One had the expression of raw, animalistic rage, baring fangs. One of the Sigmas reached for the wooden stake sticking out of one of the sleeping corpses, but Travis appeared behind him and stopped him.

“Uh-uh-uh, you don’t wanna do that,” warned Travis.

“Hey! I recognize this one,” said a Beta from across the room. He was standing in front of one of the surprised corpses on the other side of the room. “I’ve seen him around campus.”

“Wait. Are these your pledges?” someone asked.

“Yes, they are!” replied Travis. “Our pledges have committed to being the Halloween decorations for our exclusive VIP lounge. They will not move from their coffins so long as the wooden stakes remain in their hearts.”

“And we don’t want them to just yet,” added Kenneth, still behind the bar. “It’s just after midnight, and the real party is just starting.” He made another quick gesture with his right hand, and the coffin lids closed and latched themselves shut. “Let’s let them rest for now. You’ll see them again soon enough,” he smiled.

A sudden commotion came into the room from the stairs. Someone had opened the door to the kitchen upstairs, and the pandemonium from the party echoed throughout the stairwell, along with the sounds of heavy footfalls coming downstairs. Jeffrey bounded into the room, fangs out smiling, claws out clutching pizza boxes. Dominic and Myron followed with more pizza, paper plates, and napkins.

The exclusive party within a party quickly got underway. The presidents of the four fraternities represented remained huddled around the bar while their elected guests, four from each organization including the hosts, mingled among each other and the furniture. Kenneth poured another round of “virgin’s blood” shots for his fellow prexies, which they took with enthusiasm.

“Kenny!” bellowed Nathan with drunken fervor. “You have to tell me about that DJ!”

It was dark and cramped. Eduardo stared straight ahead at the black, wooden boards an inch from his face. Flecks of light streamed in through the narrow openings between the boards. Eduardo could hear the hubbub of the party taking place on the other side, but he could not see. He was trapped inside a wooden box, unable to move but completely aware.

His body felt cold and lifeless. He couldn’t blink. He wasn’t breathing. His heart wasn’t beating. He was completely naked and impaled upon a wooden stake through his chest. He was sure he was dead, but he could still see, hear, smell, think and feel. Eduardo didn’t know how this was possible.

Eduardo couldn’t remember what had happened to him or how he got there. He didn’t know how long he had been there or what time it was. He had woken up like this and had been conscious for several long hours before the party started. For a brief moment, at the beginning of the party, he caught a glimpse of the crowd of young men wearing mostly spandex superhero bodysuits or pajama onesies of popular cartoon characters as Halloween costumes. A few of them had broken off and gathered around his box to gawk at his naked body, before the lid closed, and the party kicked off.

A couple hours had passed with Eduardo shut inside the dark, cramped, wooden box, when he heard voices approaching. They started snickering and tapping the lid of his box. Someone unlatched and wrested open the lid, and the room lights flooded his vision. He was frozen, exposed, and mortified (literally). He stood cowed with his fists, arms, shoulders and neck clenched up tightly. His eyes and mouth were open wide in a horrified expression. He could not wince his eyes to alleviate his discomfort as his vision adjusted to the light.

Three wasted frat boys stood leaning against one another in front of Eduardo, seemingly mocking him but slurring their words. Eduardo did not recognize them, but he knew they were not members of Kappa Upsilon Mu. One of the frat boys, wearing a Pikachu onesie, started poking and prodding his chest. His body was as stiff as the boards he was leaning against. The other frat boys started laughing.

Behind them, Eduardo saw a young man approaching, wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and an earpiece. He tapped the frat boy harassing Eduardo on the shoulder, startling him, so that he unintentionally smacked Eduardo’s jaw. Eduardo felt it, but he did not move.

“Please don’t touch the decorations,” the young man told the frat boys. “You have no idea how difficult they were to make.”

“Nice shades, bruh,” gibed the bigger of the other two frat boys. “What are you supposed to be, anyway?”

“I’m Agent J, from the Men in Black,” replied Agent J.

“The Men in Black?” repeated the smaller of the other two frat boys. All three frat boys looked at Agent J, confused.

“You know, Men in Black,” replied Agent J. “Will Smith, Tommy Lee Jones … aliens? You’ve never seen the movie?”

“Nah man,” said the bigger one.

“God, I’m old,” Eduardo heard Agent J say under his breath. “Okay, the Men in Black are like the FBI but for aliens,” explained Agent J. “All my brothers working security are dressed as the Men in Black.”

“Security?” repeated the smaller one.

“Hey, y’all wanna see a magic trick?” Agent J asked the trio of frat boys. He pulled out a strange, silver prop and held it in front of his face. The red light at the top of the prop lit up, and Agent J pointed to it and said, “Look right here.”

When all three frat boys were looking at the red light, Agent J pulled down his sunglasses revealing his dark-brown eyes. Eduardo recognized him as a sophomore resident of KUM House, but he could not remember Agent J’s real name. Agent J quickly brought down the prop, capturing the glance of every frat boy in his gaze. He held them in a trance.

“Go find yourself some more of those red shots to take, and stay away from this coffin,” commanded Agent J. The frat boys complied and walked away silently. Then Agent J looked at Eduardo, and his expression softened in severity while maintaining its seriousness. “Would you like to see the end of the party, my child?” asked Agent J.

Eduardo could not answer. He didn’t want to be exposed, but he didn’t want to be shut in the box either.

Agent J pushed up his sunglasses, turned and walked away without another word, leaving the lid of his coffin open, so Eduardo could watch the party. From his corner of the room, he could see most of the basement rec room, but not the bar he knew was to his right. He did not recognize most of the frat boys at the party, but some of them were guys he knew as members of Kappa Upsilon Mu.

A large group of frat boys were gathered on the couch with Myron at the center, dressed as a shirtless ancient Egyptian pharaoh, showing off his muscular chest and arms. An attractive frat boy in the yellow spandex bodysuit of X-Men’s Wolverine laid his head against Myron’s bare chest. The frat boys were sitting very close to one another, affectionately touching and rubbing against one another. Travis, his pledge master, dressed as Deadpool, walked around the couch and passed out a round of blood-red shots to the frat boys gathered there.

Behind the couch, a smaller group of frat boys gathered around the pool table. All attention was turned toward Dominic, dressed as an ancient Roman gladiator in revealing leather armor, leaning over a different frat boy dressed as Deadpool, showing him the proper way to shoot pool. Jeffrey, dressed as some sort of wolf-man, with claws and fangs, was playing foosball with a frat boy dressed as Spider-Man. Everyone seemed very drunk and very affectionate with one another.

Suddenly Kenneth, the fraternity president, wearing only a red velvet bathrobe, entered his visual field from the right and walked barefoot across the rec room to the base of the stairs. Kenneth turned and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.

“My most esteemed guests,” Kenneth began. “The time has come for us to return to our other party upstairs, but please make yourselves at home down here and enjoy all the amenities for as long as you like. The only rule: no girls allowed. Should you need anything, just speak with Agent J.” Kenneth motioned toward the sophomore brother standing to his left. Then, Kenneth addressed his other brothers. “Come brothers!” he commanded, and he led Myron, Dominic, Jeffrey, and Travis upstairs.

Once the KUM brothers had exited the basement, Agent J moved and stood so he was blocking the stairs. The fifteen fucked-up frat boys returned to their drinks and resumed their games. They had already had far too much to drink, yet they continued drinking. The more they drank, the more their usual inhibitions faded away. They leaned on one another and felt each other up.

Eduardo noticed that anytime someone approached the stairs to leave, Agent J would stop them, tilt his shades down, look them in the eye, and say something to them. Then they would join the growing group of frat boys snuggling on and around the sofa. Things were heating up on the sofa. Many of the frat boys began taking off their costumes and stripping down to their underwear.

Eventually, all fifteen frat boys were piled on top of one another on and around the large couch in varying states of undress. They groped and kissed one another, and before long all of them were stripped down to their underwear, sporting super-hard boners. Some of the frat boys began reaching for the bowls of condoms and lube that Travis had discreetly placed on the end tables, coffee table and ottoman around the couch, before leaving the basement.

Agent J took off his sunglasses and stowed them in his inside suit pocket. He slowly walked around the dogpile of frat boys along the wall. He raised his right hand and made a quick gesture, twisting his wrist and pointing his fingers upward. Suddenly the lids of the coffins unlatched themselves and opened to reveal the nude, staked corpses of the pledges.

“Pledges, the ritual has begun!” announced Agent J. “Gaze upon your feast, for the witching hour draws nigh.”

The frat boys did not seem to hear him speak. Their orgy intensified, and they began moaning in pleasure. Agent J walked to each of the coffins one by one to inspect them. He made sure to open the eyelids of any corpse that had his eyes closed, so they could watch the orgy. At last, Agent J came to Eduardo’s coffin in the back corner of the rec room, farther away from the other coffins.

“Watch my child, and witness the power of the blood,” Agent J told Eduardo. “They are under a spell. All night, they’ve been drinking those red shots infused with our blood: the junior and senior brothers’ and mine. With our blood inside them, we can influence their desires and behavior.”

“No matter who they were before,” continued Agent J. “Now, they desire only one another. At this hour, they have become so horny, that all their inhibitions have disappeared. They can only indulge their dearest desire to use their bodies to give pleasure to all the college frat boys around them. The faster their hearts pump their blood, the more they sweat and cum, the better their blood will be when it comes time for you to feed.”

“Oh yes, my child,” continued Agent J. “Tonight you will feast on the blood of one of these frat boys. If you haven’t figured it out yet, you are a vampire, same as me. In fact, my child, I am the one who made you a vampire. Allow me to show you the special power of our bloodline.”

The lights in the room began to flicker and dim. A cold shadow crept along the floor beneath Agent J, as he walked back over to the orgy of frat boys. From the group of fifteen, Agent J selected the most attractive frat boy, gazed into his eyes and commanded him to follow. The frat boy complied, and Agent J led him back to Eduardo’s corner. The frat boy stood completely nude, penis erect, before Eduardo, dazed in a trance.

“This is Nathan,” said Agent J. “He’s president of the Alphas and the favorite plaything of Kenneth and Myron, but now he will be yours. Watch closely. Do you see the shadows shifting and growing? Those of our bloodline are gifted with control over darkness itself.”

The shifting shadows around Nathan grew around his feet and spread up his legs, shrouding them in darkness. “Kneel!” Agent J commanded Nathan, and he complied. As he fell to his knees his lower body disappeared into the black, protean shadows. The shadows looked almost like a thick black ooze, like liquid tar, as they surrounded Nathan’s legs, ass and huge, hard cock. Nathan moaned in ecstasy.

Dark, black tentacles emerged from the shadows and entwined themselves around Nathan’s torso, chest, arms, neck, and head. The tentacles restrained Nathan’s arms behind his back, wrapped around his chest, and stimulated his nipples. A large, black tentacle grew from behind Nathan like a long, prehensile tail, and curved over his head and entered his mouth. Nathan began sucking the shadow-tentacle like he was sucking a massive cock.

An evil, maniacal grin stretched across Agent J’s face, supernaturally intensified by his shadow play, as he stretched out his arms, palms up, in front of him and pulled his hands upwards. The protean abyss surrounding Nathan responded to the gesture, by growing like a tree trunk from the floor, raising Nathan’s whole body off the ground toward Eduardo. Much of Nathan’s body obscured, his body appeared to emerge from the shapeshifting shadows surrounding him.

Nathan’s huge, hard cock and low-hanging balls emerged from the inky abyss inches from Eduardo’s wide-open mouth. Nathan’s legs and arms were pulled tightly behind him, so his body curved away from Eduardo, pushing out Nathan’s endowment. Nathan hovered so high above the floor that his head pressed against the ceiling. Agent J walked around Nathan, caressing the exposed parts of his body emerging from his shadows, and stood behind him so he could look at Eduardo.

Small tentacles, like the tendrils on a vine, sprung from the shadows around Nathan’s groin and grew along the length of his cock. They began to swirl around his cock. Nathan groaned into the large tentacle he was sucking on. Pre began to leak from the tip of his cock. It looked a white as milk against the vantablack abyss enveloping his body.

Behind Nathan, Eduardo saw that Agent J’s shadows had engulfed the writing dogpile of frat boys on and around the sofa across the room. Heads, limbs, asses, cocks, and other body parts emerged at random from the amorphous black mass. Numerous tentacles restrained the limbs, penetrated the faces and the asses, and stroked the cocks of the fourteen frat boys. The background chorus of their sex moans accompanied Nathan’s increasingly loud vocalizations as the small shadowy tendrils swirled around his cock, pumping it harder and faster.

Suddenly the large tentacle popped out of Nathan’s mouth and retracted behind him. Nathan let out a loud roar of orgasmic release as he shot his huge, messy load across Eduardo’s face, much of Nathan’s cum landing inside Eduardo’s mouth. Agent J manipulated the shadows to bring Nathan back down to eye level.

Agent J bared his fangs and glared into Nathan’s eye. Nathan’s expression grew terrified, but before he could scream, a black band of darkness suddenly appeared from the abyss and covered his mouth. “Kiss me!” Agent J commanded Nathan, and Nathan complied.

The shadows covering Nathan’s mouth faded away, and he made out with the umbrakinetic vampire, in front of the paralyzed corpse of Eduardo, for a couple minutes until he cut his lip on the vampire’s fang. The scent of blood crept into Eduardo’s nostrils and something in him roused, like a voracious beast had awoken from a long winter’s hibernation. Eduardo was consumed with hunger; he could think of nothing else. He needed human blood.

Debra looked down at her phone. Her messages to her boyfriend, Nathan, had been left unread for over two hours. She had spent most of those two hours vacillating between denial and concern, but now she was just pissed off. Not only had her boyfriend ditched her, but her gay best friend, Kenneth, host of the party, was completely missing in action. Kenneth hadn’t texted her back either; although, she didn’t really expect he would tonight. She smashed the side button on her phone and stuffed the phone into her jacket pocket.

She looked over at her friends sitting with her in the backyard of the Kappa Upsilon Mu fraternity house. Debra and her sorority sisters, Mandy and Susana, and Susana’s boyfriend, Dave, were all sitting on a long wooden bench that looked more like a church pew. Susana and Dave were dressed like Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce in a prize-worthy cutest-couple’s costume. Mandy was dressed in a shimmering pale-blue, long-sleeve gown as Astrid Deetz from Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, and Debra—wearing a long navy-blue coat and a pair purple high-waisted pants—was dressed as Agatha Harkness from Agatha All Along. Mandy, Susana and Dave were each staring at their phones.

“You ready to go now?” asked Mandy in a monotone voice without looking up from her phone.

“Humph, I’m not leaving,” asserted Debra scornfully, “Not until I see Kenneth and figure out where Nathan went.”

“Aw, Debra, I’m sorry your night turned out this way,” consoled Susana, “but it started out real fun, yeah? Remember when we were all on the dance floor, with Nathan and Myron? That was so much fun!” She nudged Dave, “right babe?”

“Oh yeah, babe,” affirmed Dave, “so drunk!”

Susana smiled and rolled her eyes. Dave was clearly dozing off.

“Girl, they’re not gonna show,” Mandy told Debra, looking up from her phone, “They’re off in their smoky back rooms in their good ‘ol boys club, and now that the KUM Bros got their seat at the table with the big frats, your boy Kenny has become one of them.”

“Ugh, this is different,” Debra insisted, “Nathan’s never gone dark like this before. In the middle of a party? Right before it really got going? No. Something’s going on.”

“Yeah, and Kenneth?” retorted Mandy.

“What about Kenneth?” asked Debra.

“How many times has Kenneth gone dark like this before?” asked Mandy, “Quite a bit, right?”

“I guess,” conceded Debra, “But what’s that got to do with…” Debra stopped talking when a sophomore KUM brother wearing a black suit, and sunglasses at night approached their group.

“Hey y’all,” the sophomore began, “We’re moving the party inside the house, now. You’re welcome to stay, but you can’t be in the backyard anymore.”

“Ugh! Let’s just go back to our house and finish those jello shots in the fridge,” suggested Mandy, “We can stay up and talk shit.”

“Ooh that sounds fun!” interjected Susana.

“No. I’m not ready to leave,” insisted Debra.

“Well, I am,” said Mandy. “What about y’all?” she asked Susana and Dave.

Dave gave his girlfriend a sleepy-drunk look.

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna go, Debra,” said Susana, “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, y’all go,” said Debra, “but I’m going to stay.”

“Be careful Debra,” said Dave.

“I’ll be fine,” replied Debra, “I stopped drinking when they brought out the pizza.”

“And I stopped drinking when I figured out she’d stopped drinking,” added Mandy, “and I think I’m ready to start up again … once we get back to the house.”

The group said their goodbyes. Mandy, Susana and Dave left the backyard through the side gate with a few other partygoers. Debra looked around the backyard, and realized she was the only one who stayed. The sophomore brother escorted her inside the house and closed the sliding patio door behind them. Debra looked at the sophomore, but he just stood in front of the door as if he planned to stay there the rest of the night.

Debra slowly walked through the deserted dining hall. Loud music reverberated from the dance floor. The room reeked of sweat, booze, and pizza that had been left out for a couple hours. The dining chairs were strewn around the room, and the surfaces were littered with plates of pizza crusts and half-finished cups of beer and jungle juice. Debra was repulsed, but she continued her slow pace and stopped in the large, open archway that separated the dining hall from the dance floor.

Debra checked her phone: 2:17 a.m. and no new messages. The first Friday morning classes would begin in less than six hours, but Debra didn’t have any Friday morning classes. She was fine to stay up a few more hours if need be. She stuck her phone back into her jacket pocket and scanned the room. Most people had already left the party, but about forty people were still gathered on the dance floor, dancing the night away. The men outnumbered the women three to one.

Debra’s eyes were swiftly drawn above the crowd to the mysterious DJ performing on his elevated stage. He was tall, muscular, and now shirtless although he still wore the big, black cape, albeit attached to a leather chest harness. He wore a white mask that covered most of his face, obscuring his identity. Only his mouth and the left side of his face were exposed.

He casually shifted his weight from side to side, moving his hips in time with the music while he manipulated the buttons and knobs on his controller. Occasionally, he would lift his muscular arm to put his hand to his headphones or to point to the ceiling above the crowd to hype them up. Debra was entranced, enticed by his sensual appearance and his sensuous performance. “Very demure, very mindful,” thought Debra.

Debra was suddenly awakened from her nocturnal daydream when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned and saw a man in a Deadpool costume; his face was completely covered by his mask. He was saying something to her, but she couldn’t make it out. The music made it hard to hear, and his mask meant she couldn’t read his lips.

“What?” pleaded Debra loudly, trying to be heard over the music.

The man pulled his mask off completely and held it in his hand. Debra immediately recognized the man as Travis, a junior member of Kappa Upsilon Mu and one of Kenneth’s close friends.

“You’ll get a better view in the center of the dance floor,” shouted Travis, pointing to the crowd.

“What?” Debra begged again. She didn’t understand what he was talking about.

“The D-J,” Travis enunciated, still pointing to the crowd, “He’s better in the middle of the dance floor!”

Debra looked at the dance floor, then back at Travis. She was still standing in the large, open archway. She looked back behind her. The sophomore who escorted her inside was still standing in front of the door. She looked back at Travis.

“Go!” he commanded, “Enjoy yourself!”

Without a word, Debra turned and walked away from Travis and slowly nudged her way through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. The undulating crowd —bobbing and rocking in various directions but completely in sync—parted in the center, clearing a space for Debra. The moment she stepped into the clearing, the music rapidly slowed to a halt, bending the pitch downward to a loud, low, bass thud.

Debra looked up at the DJ just as the spotlight fell upon him. His chiseled alabaster figure glistened in the bright light, and he was looking directly at Debra. He smirked, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Debra got caught up in the excitement and joined the crowd’s standing ovation. When the applause began to die down, the DJ picked up a microphone, and spoke softly into it, in French.

“Mesdemoiselles et Messieurs,” he announced with a flawless, old Parisian accent, “Les Seniors de la Fraternité Kappa Upsilon Mu.”

The spotlight on the DJ switched off, and the DJ put on “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. His grand finale had begun. When the sensually funky bass kicked in, two spotlights—pointed at the staircase in the foyer—came on above the DJ. Dominic, Jeffrey, and Myron, the three senior brothers, descended the stairway into the foyer. All attention shifted to the three, scantily-costumed fraternity brothers.

Debra stood on her tiptoes, straining to get a clear view of the entrance. The spotlights followed the three senior brothers as they paraded into the large common room. The foyer went dark once all three had stepped onto the dance floor. Kenneth was noticeably absent, and still had not made an appearance at his Halloween party.

The crowd parted and Dominic, Jeffery, and Myron strutted to the center of the dance floor. Dominic walked over to a couple on the left, and Jeffery walked over to the young man on the right. Myron crossed the dance floor and walked right up to Debra. The three men began dancing lasciviously in front of their chosen marks.

Myron looked absolutely exquisite in his revealing, gold and white, Egyptian pharaoh’s costume. He rocked from side to side and swayed and thrusted his hips in continuous motion. Debra unconsciously mirrored his motions. She allowed her eyes to feast upon Myron’s beauty, matched only by Nathan and Kenneth, who were long gone, yet Myron had returned to her side.

She was completely entranced by him. She inched closer to him as they swayed side to side in sync. Staring at his chest, she reached with her right hand and touched his left pec. It was cold like marble, and she immediately recoiled. Something was off.

She looked up at his face, and he glared down at her. In a brief flash she saw a beastly visage with gnarled facial features, ferocious-looking fangs, and burning red eyes; its skin looked shriveled up, emaciated. Startled, she blinked, and her vision returned to normal. Myron flashed her a smile, appearing as handsome as ever.

Debra immediately backed up into a couple of men who had approached from behind her. They were each dressed from head to toe in black spandex Spider-Man and Venom bodysuits. They parted and allowed Debra to stumble between them. They walked right past her and started dancing with Myron. Debra caught her footing, and backed up to the edge of the left side of the DJ stage.

Debra stood against the organ pipes, and watched Myron dance with the two men in spandex costumes. She pondered her vision. Perhaps it was a hallucination or a figment of her imagination, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had learned a terrible truth. She thought she had seen a glimpse of Myron’s true nature: somehow, Myron was a hungry beast waiting to devour her. “Had he devoured Nathan and Kenneth as well?” she thought.

Debra glanced nervously around the room. Those on the sultry dance floor were grinding—intimately close to one another—to the seductive groove. Debra glanced to her left, through the large archway, into the dining room, at the sophomore still standing guard in front of the back door. He hadn’t moved from that spot since she came inside.

She noticed Travis pacing back and forth in front of the archway. He had put his mask back on, and he was staring at the center of the dance floor. She glanced over toward the center of the dance floor, and she noticed other guys in superhero costumes on the edges of the dance floor, spread out apart from the crowd, pacing back and forth without taking their eyes off the center of the floor, just like Travis.

As the song approached its high, sparse, instrumental conclusion, the DJ brought back the hook from the beginning of the track without the vocals, to which he added the sound of the pipe organ. It sounded as if the organ was improvising new harmonies over the groove by Nine Inch Nails, but as the music grew towards its grand cadence, it became clear to many in the crowd that Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor had been playing, just that it started from the middle of the toccata.

The fugue began, and the beat changed. The mood of the crowd heated up with intensity. Many, mostly the men, began slowly stripping off their costumes to acclimate to the rising temperature of the room. Debra did not respond in kind. She decided it was probably best to leave the party soon. She walked around the edge of the crowd, along the wall on the front side of the house, opposite the large archway where Travis was.

She approached another one pacing along the wall and staring at the center of the dance floor. It was Zeke, one of the junior brothers serving drinks earlier, dressed as X-Men’s Gambit. She noticed his mouth was moving like he was speaking. As she got closer to Zeke, she could hear him, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. It sounded to her as if he were chanting in a foreign language.

She passed him and made her way toward the large doorway to the foyer. There was another guy dressed as X-Men’s Wolverine pacing back and forth between her and her way out. This one was too short to be Nathan, and his costume was much higher quality. He too stared at the center of the dance floor and sounded like he was chanting in a foreign language.

While Debra had been slowly walking around the crowded room, the DJ had been adding more symphonic elements to his soundscape, which he metrically modulated into an operatic, tango-like groove. Michael Crawford’s eerie voice began to sing above the infernal orchestra: “The Point of No Return” from The Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Debra stopped in her tracks and thought of Kenneth. She and Kenneth had attended a Broadway performance of Phantom on a Spring Break trip to New York City when they were sophomores, before she had started dating Nathan. They had traveled separately and had different itineraries, but they met up at the theater for one magical night. “Does this mean that Kenneth will finally show up?” thought Debra.

Debra turned her back to her way out and looked back at the crowded dance floor. The spotlights were pointed at Myron, Jeffrey and Dominic, dancing in the center of the floor with different people from the crowd. Those who were not dancing with the three senior brothers were intimately dancing with one another, revolving in clockwise motion around the center. It almost looked choreographed, but upon closer inspection, everyone was indeed freestyling.

The colorful stage lights crisscrossed the crowded floor, while the edges of the room and the stage were bathed in blacklight. While Debra looked around the room in search of Kenneth, her eyes were drawn to the DJ, standing tall on his stage above the crowd. His skin and his phantom mask glowed in the blacklight. He was watching the crowd, but Debra felt as if he was staring straight at her. He truly was the Phantom of this frat party.

As the first verse came to its close, a low-bass organ pedal tone reverberated through the room, and the Phantom’s pipe organ accompanied Christine’s atonal interlude. The music of the night overwhelmed Debra’s senses, and she became enraptured by the effortless majesty of the Phantom’s genius. She mindlessly stepped forward onto the dance floor, let down her long and slightly-wavy hair, and joined the swirling mass of enthralled, costumed partygoers in varying states of undress.

Tonality returned and the seductive tango rhythms reappeared. Debra pranced and twirled around the dance floor against the flow of the crowd. She passed from male partner to male partner, possessed by the Phantom’s music. Her blood began to race as her heart pumped in time with the music. Feeling especially hot, she unbuttoned her long, navy-blue coat, allowing it to billow out as she twirled, circulating the air around her for some small amount of relief from the rising heat. At last consume us?

With each revolution, the men unknowingly passed Debra closer and closer to the center, so that when the key modulated and both voices—dramatic soprano and high baritone—began to sing their final verse together, she was dancing with the sexy Roman gladiator, Dominic, under the warm glow of the limelight, both figurative and literal. His skin was as ice-cold as his stoic expression. Debra recoiled in a graceful turn under his arm. The final threshold.

Dominic passed Debra off to the brawny, primeval wolf-man, Jeffery. He gently grabbed her by the waist, taking care not to scrape her with his long, sharp claws, and lifted her into the air and turned. Debra’s long hair and flowy jacket billowed behind her in a dazzling display of graceful elegance. Jeffrey smiled wide, revealing his sharp fangs which, to Debra, looked so real, as she swirled around him in the air. Watch it burn.

Jeffrey delicately placed Debra back on the floor, and she backed up into Myron. Her expression grew horrified at the stone-cold touch of his chest against the back of her neck, and she flash backed to her vision of the voracious beast Myron had conjured in her mind. She quickly turned around and stumbled back from Myron onto the centerpoint of the crowd of dancers revolving around her. No return.

Myron, Dominic, and Jeffrey slowly circled her like a pack of predators closing in on their prized prey. The crowd behind them slowed their revolution to a halt, and embraced one another tenderly as the oscillating strings modulated seamlessly into the Phantom’s reprise of “All I Ask of You.” His quiet, eerie plea sang out over the soft, warm, orchestral accompaniment. The trio of senior brothers turned their back on Debra, and each selected a male partner from the crowd. The junior brothers around the perimeter joined the crowd as well, each of them selecting a man in kind.

Debra looked up at the Phantom as everyone slow-danced around her on the floor. He was singing directly to her. Debra was Christine and the mysterious DJ was her Angel of Music whose mystical voice had soothed the savage beasts encircling her. She watched him, mesmerized, as he slowly and deliberately brought his hands to his mask and removed it, finally revealing his face. Let me go, too!

It was Kenneth all along. Somehow, all of this had been a fantastic performance just for her. The emotional vicissitudes she experienced all night had been building to this perfect payoff: the reveal that her best friend had not abandoned her, but had been looking out for her the whole time, hidden in plain sight. Debra was absolutely moved to tears, which streamed down her cheeks. “If I had just been more patient,” she thought wistfully.

Then the discordant pipe organ crashed into the tender cadence, and the house lights came on suddenly. Debra was jolted from her reverie, and she watched Kenneth’s appearance transform from the ideal image of masculine youth and beauty to the horrid form of a deadly monster straight out of a nightmare. His stature increased to a full eight feet (about 2.5 meters). His skin became sickly, scaly, and greenish dark-gray in color. Rows of spines sprouted from the vertebrae along his back, and his arms lengthened into long, apelike appendages capped by giant, gnarled hands with ragged, black fingernails.

The Lovecraftian creature gnashed his sharp teeth and bellowed out a long low roar. Everyone in the crowd was momentarily frozen in shock and horror by the impossible sight they each beheld. Myron had turned his back upon the horrifying beast and stood in front of a petrified Debra. He snatched the two men closest to him by their arms and held onto them handily.

“Now my brothers!” Myron shouted, “The time has finally come for you to feast to our cold, dead hearts’ content! Devour your victims, and slake your thirst!”

All around Debra, the brothers of Kappa Upsilon Mu bared their fangs and sank them into their chosen marks, all defenseless young men. Blood gushed and spurted from the necks of eight unfortunate men, who writhed in their captors’ clutches. The screams of the dozen-or-so women still at the party filled the air, as they scrambled out of the house. Debra joined them when she saw the horrific monster reach with his long arms to where she was standing on the dance floor.

Debra turned and ran screaming from the dance floor, through the foyer, and out the front door. The last to leave, the door shut behind her, trapping the men who remained inside the house. She ran as fast as she could, without stopping, all the way to her sorority house on the other end of Greek Row. When she reached her sorority house, she stopped in front of the locked front door, and her body gave out. She passed out from terror and exhaustion on the front porch.

Meanwhile, down in the basement, just before the Phantom’s grand finale, Agent J had complete control over the bodies of fifteen frat boys ensnared within his protean shadows, while the mixture of the KUM brothers’ blood held sway over their mind. Darkness occupied the space with such opacity, it was impossible for mere mortal eyes to see anything going on. The eyes of Agent J, however, observed the room with omniscient sight.

Among the amorphous, abyssal darkness were pockets of dim light and, more importantly, uncorrupted air; otherwise, the mortal frat boys would have been unable to breathe. The thick darkness wrapped around their torsos, arms and legs, suspending their bodies in midair. In the center of the room, the Sigmas and the Betas continued their orgy hanging from the vine-like shadows.

Up top, closest to the ceiling, Chris and Aaron made out with each other while the shadows restrained them midair, from their wrists and ankles, splayed out taut. Their spandex superhero bodysuits were ripped open, exposing their asses, cocks and balls. The presidents of the Sigmas and the Betas each had one of their brothers sucking his cock and another eating his ass. Below them, the Betas and Sigmas connected their mouths, hands, penises and asses—kissing, sucking, stroking, fisting, and fucking—like a levitating, human Tinkertoy set.

Around the edges of the room, the Alphas were isolated from the others and one another. Each Alpha hovered completely nude in front of one or two of the open coffins propped up against the walls. The shadows bound each of them by their wrists and ankles behind their backs and penetrated each of their asses and mouths with thick tentacles exuding from their protean form. Each Alpha had his cock stroked by delicate tendrils formed from the cold, abyssal darkness which enveloped their bodies.

Inside each open coffin stood one of the KUM pledges, naked and impaled on a wooden stake through their heart, immobilized but awake and completely aware. Each had their eyes open wide and were watching the Alpha brother hovering in front of them, unable to do anything else. All eight pledges were brand new vampires, having been murdered and made vampires the night before. They had yet to have their first taste of human blood. They were ravenous and consumed by their cursed hunger.

Nathan—bound in darkness just like his fellow Alphas—hovered completely nude in front of Eduardo, apart from the others in the far corner of the room. Eduardo stood in his handmade, black, wooden coffin, completely naked and impaled on a wooden stake through his heart, totally paralyzed but fully aware and entirely consumed with hunger. The president of the largest, wealthiest, and most popular fraternity on campus licked his own cum off the face of Kappa Upsilon Mu’s lowliest pledge.

Agent J took special care with Nathan and his progeny, Eduardo. The shadow-tentacle penetrating Nathan’s asshole deftly stimulated his prostate while the dark tendrils enveloped and constricted his cock, like an otherworldly orifice. Nathan moaned loudly into the silence, his sounds unable to penetrate the concentrated shadows closing off Nathan and Eduardo from the rest of the room.

Eduardo could hear Nathan’s moans, and he could feel Nathan’s tongue licking the cum off his face. He could smell the cum, sweat and booze, and all he could do was watch. All he could think about was the blood he coveted, coursing through the veins of the living body in front of him. Eduardo’s body remained absolutely still, as the shadows pulled Nathan’s face away from his.

Nathan was close to cumming, so the shadows rotated and lifted his body to position his cock in front of Eduardo’s face again. Eduardo watched unblinking as Nathan’s big, beautiful cock emerged from the black, mercurial umbra, and shot its copious load onto his face. Nathan roared again in ecstasy, but his voice was hoarse from repeated compulsory vocalizations. The shadows squeezed Nathan’s cock to force the last bit of cum up and out of its long shaft. Then the shadows brought Nathan back down to start the cycle over again.

Agent J stood completely shrouded in his own unholy darkness, just in front of the base of the stairway that led upstairs to the ground floor. The unnatural darkness bent to his will, so from his vantage point he could see, with preternatural sight, the entire basement rec room clear as day. He smiled to himself, thinking it ironic that he could fuck fifteen men at once, yet in his current undead state, he couldn’t get an erection, at least, not without employing supernatural means. “Soon enough,” he thought.

Suddenly, the music playing on the speakers rapidly slowed to a halt, bending the pitch downward to a loud, low, bass thud. That was his signal. He pulled back the shadows behind him, allowing the stairway to be illuminated once more. The light from the stairway stopped on Agent J. The opaque darkness concealed the rest of the room from the stairway.

Kenneth descended the stairs barefoot, wearing nothing but his red, velvet, Hugh Hefner robe. Agent J did not turn around; he maintained his surveillance of the basement rec room before him. Kenneth walked right up to Agent J and stood close behind him, right up against his back, facing him. Kenneth embraced Agent J around his shoulders, and he rested his chin on Agent J’s right shoulder.

“I wish I could remember your name,” said Kenneth pensively.

“It was your sorcery that cursed us with these pseudonyms,” Agent J sassed back, “Believe me, no one wants to remember my name more than me. What about you?”

“What do you mean?” asked Kenneth.

“Don’t you want to remember your real name too?” asked Agent J.

“Kenneth is my real name,” insisted Kenneth.

“The centuries-old Transylvanian vampire’s real name is Kenneth?” teased Agent J skeptically.

“Yes, it is,” replied Kenneth matter-of-factly.

“Whatever you say, sir,” grumbled Agent J.

“I didn’t mean for the spell to affect you,” said Kenneth, “I only meant to cast it on our human sophomores, but I must have cast it on all of our sophomores, which included you. I’m sorry. Anyway, we’ll have to wait until the next night before we can reverse the hex. For now we must see the ritual through to the end.”

“Understood, sir,” acknowledged Agent J.

Kenneth released Agent J and took a step back. He placed his hands on either side of Agent J’s head, covering his ears with the palms of his hands. Agent J again shrouded the stairway and the place where he and Kenneth stood in his supernatural darkness. Kenneth closed his eyes and concentrated as the room began to physically move.

Kenneth possessed such mastery over his own form that he extended it into the house itself. He could reconfigure the rooms of his fraternity house as easily as Agent J could manipulate shadows. The large rec room slid unnaturally under the first floor into position directly beneath the dance floor.

The room came to a stop, and a steady stream of instructions began to accompany Agent J’s train of thought, received telepathically. Agent J knew the instructions were from Kenneth, and he followed them without question. Beyond the shroud of black shadows surrounding Kenneth and Agent J, Agent J manipulated the uncanny darkness holding the fifteen frat boys. He separated the frat boys from one another and enveloped their bodies in his unnatural shadows, leaving their heads exposed, allowing them to breathe. He positioned their bodies to float near the top of the room with their cocks aimed at the ceiling above them.

Aided by Kenneth’s telepathy, Agent J became aware of his position relative to the room above him. Agent J knew that Kenneth was using the eyes of his other body—the DJ on stage—to watch the dance floor. Kenneth and Agent J were standing under the foyer entrance to the large common room. The stage was over the wet bar on the other side of the room.

Instructed by Kenneth, Agent J positioned the fraternity presidents under the center of the dance floor and the remaining frat boys scattered underneath the rest of the dance floor around them. Agent J became aware that Aaron was positioned under Jeffrey, Chris was positioned under Dominic, and Nathan was positioned under Myron. Kenneth instructed Agent J how to move the fraternity presidents to keep them in position directly beneath their assigned senior KUM brother.

“Let me see!” Kenneth commanded Agent J with a psychic blast.

Compelled by Kenneth, Agent J withdrew the shroud obscuring his manipulations of the frat boys. Only the essential, tangible darkness remained. Kenneth opened his eyes and surveyed the scene. The protean shadows completely covered the ceiling and appeared to drip from the ceiling like a thick, vantablack ooze, surrounding the bodies of the frat boys and suspending them from the ceiling.

Obscured from Kenneth, the shadows pumped the cocks, fondled the balls, and stimulated the prostates of the fifteen frat boys, to harvest their cum, like milking cows. The mixture of the KUM Brothers’ vampire blood coursing through the frat boys’ veins, redistributed their bodies’ resources to prioritize orgasm and cum production over all other bodily functions. The frat boys were producing four times the amount of cum than what would usually be possible in a single night of sex. As they came into the shadows, their cum bubbled up through the darkness, and Agent J used his shadows to smear the frat boys’ cum all over the ceiling beneath the dance floor.

Suddenly a beam of light flashed from the ceiling near where Nathan was hovering, briefly cutting through Agent J’s supernatural shadows, nearly cutting Nathan loose. Agent J felt a burning-hot sensation when it happened, and judging by the way Kenneth dug his fingers into his scalp, Agent J thought Kenneth might have felt that too.

“Aaaah!” Agent J screamed, “Was that sunlight?”

“I’m not sure,” replied Kenneth calmly, “but please, we must continue.”

Agent J closed the shadows around Nathan and positioned him back beneath Myron according to Kenneth’s instructions. The two vampires continued the ritual, working together to harvest the frat boys’ cum and smear it on the ceiling beneath the dance floor. They continued throughout the finale, until the final verse of “The Point of No Return,” when the center of the ceiling began to glow with a white-hot light.

“Aaaah! It’s happening again!” shouted Agent J. His shadows reflexively retreated from the burning light at the center of the room, freeing Aaron, Chris and Nathan from their grip. Their exhausted, dehydrated bodies fell to the floor. They glowed in the mysterious daylight streaming down from the center of the ceiling against the backdrop of Agent J’s opaque shroud.

“Concentrate!” commanded Kenneth, “Keep the cum on the ceiling!”

Agent J complied, and he moved the remaining frat boys still held in his shadows to the edges of the room. He covered as much of the ceiling as possible, growing his shadows as close to the illuminated center as he could stand.

“Don’t worry. I will take care of this,” said Kenneth. He removed his hands from Agent J’s head, and the stream of telepathic instructions in Agent J’s mind stopped. “No matter what happens, keep the cum on the ceiling and follow the plan,” Kenneth instructed aloud.

“Yes sir,” winced Agent J.

Kenneth walked along the wall to his right, avoiding the bright light burning in the center of the room. He quickly made his way to the opposite side of the room. Agent J watched as Kenneth levitated from the spot he was standing, and his body melded with the spot on the ceiling beneath the DJ stage. Sure enough, about fifteen seconds after Kenneth disappeared into the ceiling, the light in the center of the room faded away. Kenneth had done it.

Agent J brought the twelve frat boys he still held back down to the ground, placing them in pairs in front of the six of the coffins. The shadows faded and the room returned to the festive VIP party lighting. The ceiling was completely coated in a thick layer of dried spunk. Agent J walked to the center of the room and, using his vampiric gaze, commanded Chris and Aaron to stand before the pledge baring fangs in an expression of raw, animalistic rage. Then, Agent J commanded Nathan to stand before Eduardo.

The music stopped, and Agent J heard, above him, a cacophony of screams and the stampede of people running for the front door. The ritual was complete, and the room moved back to its original position. The stairs out of the basement reappeared, and a message came over the earpiece Agent J was wearing. “Front entrance secured,” said Agent R.

“Ready brothers!” shouted Agent J, and each of the frat boys mindlessly took hold of the wooden stakes emerging from the chests of the corpses standing in the coffins before them. “Now!” shouted Agent J and every frat boy pulled the stake from the heart of the fledgling vampire pledge in front of them, reanimating them. Agent J shrouded the entire space of the room with supernatural darkness.

Eduardo and the other pledges—frenzied by their hunger—surrendered themselves completely to the darkest instincts of their vampiric nature. They sank their fangs into the frat boys in front of them and sucked down their blood as quickly as they could. The frat boys suffocated in Agent J’s supernatural shadows, as the unbreathing pledges exsanguinated their bodies.

Eduardo devoured Nathan. He sank his fangs around Nathan’s gaping mouth as he gasped for air, unable to breathe in the unholy shroud. Blood gushed from Nathan’s face and pooled in his mouth, which Eduardo sucked down voraciously. In his undying thirst for blood, Eduardo destroyed the beautiful visage of the most popular frat boy on campus, repeatedly piercing his fangs into what remained of Nathan’s face to draw out more blood.

Agent J scanned the basement rec room one last time, surveying the unfolding massacre before him. Pleased with his work, Agent J calmly turned around and walked upstairs, leaving the pledges to their own devices in the basement. Agent J did not join his brothers on the ground floor, and instead, continued to the second floor where he could be alone for a little while.

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