Log: Ongoing

[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

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]

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?"

[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

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..."

[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

"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?"

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

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.

[sinfulpride.livejournal.com]

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."