Log: Ongoing

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When: May 28th, evening
Rating: Teen for violence
Characters: Katou [k_a_t_o_u] and Dracula [sinfulpride]
Summary: After receiving a gift from his devoted (*cough*) servant, Dracula chooses to express his appreciation in no uncertain terms.
Log:

All in all, Dracula felt that he had been quite patient with his servant. Katou's enthusiasm for disrepectful behavior grated against the vampire's sensibilities, but had remained at a level that could be readily ignored in light of his otherwise satisfactory service. The victims he brought were always as required, and beneath the defiance, he had been obediant to the count's whims.

Katou had pushed the vampire's tolerance too far this time, with the presentation of the hideous yarn and knitting needles, and his mockery of how Dracula had chosen to spend his hours in recent days.

The satisfaction that punishing his wayward minion would bring him was well worth leaving Vladislaus to his rest when sunset came. Dracula had no trouble seeking out the boy, and was oddly pleased to discover that Katou was not cowering in a vain attempt to hide.

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[k-a-t-o-u.livejournal.com]

What was that stupid saying? Hindsight was 20/20? Whatever it was, while buying Dracula the yarn and knitting needles had seemed like a pretty good idea at first, it had taken a simple conversation to show that he was indeed screwed.

He had waited outside a building near the firehouse, smoking a cigarette as he waited for the count to appear. If he was going to get whatever punishment Dracula had planned, he was doing it with nicotine in his system. (He would have preferred having booze in his system but he had to follows orders and wait for his master)

"I'm guessing this ain't gonna be just a slap on the wrist?" Katou asked as he stubbed out the cigarette on the cement.

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"Only if I should decide to break said wrist," the vampire replied easily. He was dressed as was his usual habit, in cloak, suit and gloves. With an air of detached patience, Dracula unclasped the cloak fastenings and folded the garment before he set it aside, then removed his gloves and dropped them to rest atop the dark fabric. "Do you understand why I must do this? In your waiting, have you come to see why I will not brook the careless disregard for my position you have shown today?"

[k-a-t-o-u.livejournal.com]

Katou wore his usual street gear. Jeans with a tank top in the warm weather. He honestly didn't want to know how Dracula was able to run around wearing all that stuff. He crossed his arms as he stood up, now leaning against the wall.

"In my waiting I figured out I pissed you off. That and I probably should have bought you black yarn, pink ain't your color."

The callous reply was automatic, he didn't even think before he spoke. That was probably his problem too.

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Dracula's hand was around his throat before he could move, pressing down just shy of breaking bone. "Yes, you 'pissed me off', to use your vulgar colloquialism. Recall your place, boy. You are the servant. That means that you demonstrate respect in my presence. You do not undermine my position with frivolous mockeries of my character." Dracula's lips twisted in a grimace as he threw Katou into the nearest wall with carefully calculated force.

[k-a-t-o-u.livejournal.com]

Katou had tried to pry Dracula's hand from his throat, a bit paniced at not being able to get any air. Even with an artificial body it needed all the same things that a true body needed. Air was a priority. Being tossed into the wall was almost a mercy as he was able to get some air.

"Fu... fuck!" Katou managed to get out, spitting out a bit of blood due to biting his lip. Yeah, hindsight was definitely 20/20. The yarn was a bad idea.

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"I had no desire to do this to you, boy," Dracula continued conversationally. "You are a valuable commodity for me in this city, but I fear that your behavior may come to interfere with your duties." The vampire advanced on his victim, expression once again composed as he backhanded Katou into the wall. "Your world may be lacking in discipline, but mine is not. Should tonight's proceedings fail to correct your failings, then I will be forced to take more aggressive measures."

[k-a-t-o-u.livejournal.com]

Being thrown back into the wall by the hit, Katou decided he really, did not want to find out what more aggressive measures were. Especially since he was pretty sure that he'd gotten some broken ribs.

"D-damn, you mean business, don't you?"

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Dracula smiled then, just a small sign of pleasure that gave Katou the slightest view of needlepoint fangs. "Of course I do. I always mean business, particularly when that business involves my servants. Would you care to be something else? Do you tire of your role? I could make you my slave, if that would be preferable." As he spoke, he took hold of Katou's arm and twisted.

[k-a-t-o-u.livejournal.com]

I'll stick to being your serva- Augh!" Katou couldn't even stop the yell of pain at having his arm broken. It was funny, he'd been stabbed, impaled on claws, had his torso sliced open and various other injuries but the breaking of his arm could still make him yell.

"S-sunovabitch... Fuck..."

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"Then I suggest you give your conduct towards me due consideration, Katou. Your worth is not so high as to prevent me from stripping you of all that you are." Dracula released Katou's arm and regarded him with baleful eyes. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

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It took Katou some time to be able to answer, since he was in pain. "Goddammit... I'll be better about mouthing of, okay?!" He held his arm, trying not think about the fact that it was the same arm that had rotted off before he'd died.

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Dracula smiled again, a full smile this time, and one of self-satisfaction rather than praise for Katou's response. The vampire, for all of his protestations to the contrary, had delighted in causing his servant's suffering. It was almost a pity that he had not been given an excuse to go further.

"Very good," he said, patting Katou on the shoulder without regard for his injured arm. "However, you should remember one thing. Had you apologized sooner, I might have leant you my blood so that you would heal more quickly. I'm afraid, in light of your extended defiance, you will simply have to suffer." He gave Katou's shoulder a squeeze, enough to keep him in mind of the fact that Dracula could, if he chose, crush the bones beneath his deceptively human fingers. "I trust you can see to yourself. You will be expected to return to your duties tomorrow night."