KC (doingmything) wrote in city_limits, @ 2009-04-15 00:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine williams, kris michaels |
Petty Crimes
"Not bad... I know it's new, but you'll adjust."
Katherine had often wondered what it would be like to have a Slayer of her very own. It had been a little while since she last turned someone and trained them up. The Slayer factor was bound to make things different, but like any other pet, Kris would learn. The elder vampiress was lounging back in a chair, counting through dollar bills. Money was still a necessary commodity in the supernatural underworld. You could break in a shop and steal whatever you fancied, but cash hired people to do things and certain products were never on display in windows; they had to be supplied and delivered to secure locations. That meant purchasing power.
Tonight had been more of a test-run, than anything else. Small-scale. Usually, Katherine did not trouble herself with turf wars, but it seemed like an ideal place to teach her newest dove how to grow wings and fly. The body count was as expected and the street gang was no more. Something Katherine could have handled on her own? Without doubt. She needed some flesh and bone for Kris to deal with, though. Her first under Katherine's guiding eye.
The larger, more vicious stuff, was for later.
"Your new collar's a good fit, Kris," the elder of the two spoke, looking up at what was secured around the girl's neck. An engraved 'KATHERINE' displaying to the world who now owned her. "That's what y'call a badge of honour..."
Jumping that street gang was the last thing the Slayer wanted to do, but it wasn't like she had much choice. Not after the other night and the surprise she'd woken up to. She was still a little pale, neck aching with the bite, and her shin had blossomed into a glorious display of colour. Thankfully she'd learned how to push through pain so she was able to hold her own in the mass of chaos created by Katherine and herself. The gang hadn't known what had hit them until it was too late and they were either hurt or dead. Her hands were still coated in the blood of the dying, dried on and sealed beneath her nails.
The collar was tight and secure around her neck, signalling her out as belonging to somebody. Kris didn't take the weight of it lightly, knowing better than that. The last thing she wanted to do was set something off, not when it happened to be around her neck. Katherine's words brought about a dark gaze from Kris. "Go fuck yourself," she mumbled, still reeling from the other night and the fact everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Kris felt the collar every time she moved, it even pressed in on her throat as she swallowed. Katherine had planned it that way so she'd never forget the cost of refusal and how fleeting mortality really was.
Just because Katherine had her bitten and she had that collar around her neck it didn't mean she had to behave, didn't have to be the good obedient Slayer. Nobody said she had to be a good little pet.
"I can think of some other things I'd prefer to fuck," replied Kris' new teacher with a darkly reserved chuckle. "But if you want a show, all you've gotta' do is ask...!"
Kris might be reluctant to embrace her new destiny, but that was going to change with time. It did nothing to change the hold Katherine had over her. The leverage she enjoyed with this new development between them. She could think of others, for whom the change might have had a more instantaneous effect, butguessed that Slayerhood had its own way of keeping someone on the straight and narrow. It was just all the more reason to make sure her lessons took hold. Kris was bloodied, but still not the weapon Katherine wanted her to be.
That would change. It would just take time. Time and patience.
"C'mere," the more experienced woman said, moving over to apply a tissue to her young student's face, cleaning away some of the bloody grime. "Yeah, yeah... I took your life away. Big deal. Stop playing the rebel, like I give a damn. That's no excuse to look like shit."
"You're disgusting," Kris stated bluntly.
She jerked away from Katherine's touch and regretted it, feeling a familiar burning sensation from where an uneven edge of the collar had broken the skin. "You really think this changes anything?" Kris turned her head and looked Katherine in the eye. "I might be stuck with you, but it changes nothing. I'll kill you the first chance I get, that's a promise."
The Slayer swallowed past the dry scratchy feeling in the back of her throat, trying to recall the last time she'd had anything to drink or eat. "Pretty sure you of all people can appreciate that particular feeling."
There came a sigh somewhere between frustration and disappointment. What had been used to clean the brunette's face was dropped to the nearby table and Katherine slumped against it, clenching jaw. Thinking. Seething.
"You don't get to fucking choose!" Verbally lashing out, Katherine's physical side quickly followed suit, grabbing ahold of the girl's hair and yanking her back, in a harsher mirroring of what she had done to enact their new union. One formed out of bitterness, a test of strength and swallowing of blood. Here, in her territory, the transformation from reserved rattlesnake to spitting cobra, was an alarming one and there was no mistaking who held the reigns of power here. "Ydon't get to choose, because I'm the one who says what you do!"
Katherine might have helped to fix Kris' leg in the short-term. The accelerated healing she had inherited, patching things up as best it could. Katherine, though, had made a study of anatomy. She knew how to produce agony with the least amount of effort. She could split Kris open, just as easily as she could heal her. If not, far more so.
"No... You won't, Kris. You won't, for the same reason you can't, right now." Katherine, ruthless to the core, literally grabbed ahold of her quarry like a lioness with rebellious cub. She dragged her, kicking struggles and all, over to the wall, then pinned her there, readying chained manacles for the placing around wrists. "That collar's there for a reason, ingrate. I don't want you broken, but if that's what it takes, you know I'll do it. Admit it: I... Own... You... Say it!"
Kris clenched her jaw as her hair was yanked backwards, it was hard to describe the pain aside from the fact it felt like a million fire ants had been set upon the roots and left to run riot. There might have been tears in the corner of her eyes, but they were easily blinked away. The kicking struggles continued even as Katherine slammed her up against the wall and reached for the manacles, Kris doing everything that was within her power to be a) as awkward as she could be and b) put up as much of a fight as she could given the predicament.
"You think I'm going to stay your prisoner?" Kris muttered harshly, lifting an eyebrow. "In your dreams, Katherine." This was the here and now, but Kris didn't bank on it remaining this way, not as long as she was still aware enough to fight for her freedom. "People are going to notice I'm missing. I'm not some random you just happened to kidnap."
She pulled at the vampire's grip, gritting her teeth as the first manacle was forced down around her wrist. Laughing was probably the worst reaction to have to Katherine's remark about owning her, but Kris was unable to help herself. It seemed like such a ridiculous idea. Imprisoned, collared and shackled she might be, but Kris Michaels belonged to nobody. Most certainly not to Katherine. "You might have me collared, but you'll never own me." Defiant until the end, pushing to see how far she could push before she hit that red button from whence there was no return.
"Well... Glad you could find some humour in it, sweetheart," replied her captor, not in the least bit amused, herself. "Sounds like you're a real happy camper. Maybe I need to do something about that, 'til you learn some respect."
Because this was not meant to be fun. Not for Kris. Not in that way. Katherine did not like being laughed at. Denying Kris nutrition would be counterproductive, considering what she wanted her to keep doing, but there were other carrots and sticks to be used. The basement they were presently in, was just one of several safe locations Katherine owned around Chicago and, to that effect, had certain things in it which proved to be of use during interrogations. That she now had an ungrateful walking legacy in her midst, meant that she had everything available to turn on Kris.
Flexing fingers, Katherine made her way over to a dimly-lit metal tank. The vampiress knew plenty of ways to get someone to comply, without reverting to such predictable techniques as calling someone names or threatening to snuff them out. Putting hand inside the containment, she made a snatch for something, looked up with a smile and pulled out what had been retrieved from within. Held between fingers was the tail of a flailing, very annoyed scorpion. One she took with her, back over to Kris, using her other hand to take ahold of the girl by jaw, forcing her to look forward.
"You still in a laughing mood, Kris? 'Cause I can put this in your mouth. You'd have to hold real still, see... It might not kill you, but it'll hurt like fuck. Even us undead don't care for that."
The threat was real and it was tangible. Not only would the thing retaliate if it felt under attack, but the first stab of pain would produce an inevitableconvulsion , which would only cause the arachnid to lash out a second time - and a third, then a fourth, then again... If Kris thought her fanged nemesis was nasty before, this was only proving just how inventive they could be.
"So... What say, you stop with the laughing and say who owns you? That's all you've gotta' do. Either swallow your pride or, uh... Something else. What's it gonna' be, Kris?"
Kris eyed the scorpion, swallowing at the idea of having that thing anywhere near her let alone in her mouth, and turned her dark gaze to the vampire who held it. "I'll stop laughing, but I'll never say that you own me." Pride was the only thing she had left right now, the one thing that would see her through this and keep her sane. Her hands strained against the manacles and the dull clunk of chains echoed off the wall. "Gotta do a lot more than that to ever get me to say that to you, Katherine."
She was in no way grateful to the vampire for anything, let alone the bite and this godforsaken collar.
"You and I know what that thing will do to me," she muttered quietly. "And I'm thinking it wouldn't serve your purposes." She shifted a little and grimaced faintly at the pain that shot up her shin, causing her to catch her breath. She'd had worse, much worse. "Besides you'd get bored of me if I didn't give as good as I got."
Kris lifted her chin and sought out Katherine's gaze. "Also, I wouldn't be able to say much of anything with that thing in my mouth."
"Then you'd better hurry up."
Katherine's bluff was not about to be called. If giving Kris the chemical version of a sheet lightning enema was what it took, then that was what would happen. Kris might not die, but it would be a horrific thing to experience. Anguish personified. Taking a firmer grip of Kris by the jaw, Katherine angled the young woman's head up, holding the squirming predator above, ready to be fed into her mouth.
"You'll heal, but you won't forget. And this is tame, compared to some of the stuff I could do to you." There was no mistaking that Katherine would carry out her threat. Kris, alone, had the power to prevent it and was being given only one more chance. Katherine was not known for being lenient . If she backed down now, it would not only be a loss of face, not only be out of character, but would only prove to the Latino that the elder vampiress could be resisted. This was about being the Alpha and Katherine had nothing to lose here: Either she would get Kris to say what she wanted or enjoy clamping the girl's mouth shut and feeling her squirm and scream out with pain. "I can always move on to removing your teeth... All I want is a little co-operation, Kris."
Dipping the scorpion teasingly close, then further away, then closer... It was an almost deadly reminder of not only just how precarious the young woman's fate was, but of who controlled it.
"Say it or eat this... Your choice. If you don't, I won't care. It'll just mean you're a fucking idiot."
Kris resisted the pull on her jaw, using her strength to jerk away from it. It would literally take Katherine holding her in place for Kris to stay still for the scorpion to be administered. A choice between a scorpion in her mouth and saying that Katherine owned her, neither a very tempting option, but Kris was adamant that she would never say those words, not to Katherine, not to anyone.
"I'll never say those words," Kris muttered with a square set to her jaw that told Katherine that her decision was final. She knew exactly how far the vampire was willing to go, but Kris was just as willing to go the distance with her. She was a proud person, a proud Slayer, she wasn't going to let this bitch take that away from her. Part of who she was, was the strength she had.
There was no denying the fact that she was scared, not sure what to expect, and more than a little worried, but she'd never give Katherine the satisfaction of saying the words she knew the vampire wanted to hear. There were times to be proud and times to sacrifice it in favour of something else, this was not one of those times. The only person she would be hurting was herself.
Kris had a lot of things she would never forget, she'd just add this to the list of them. She could survive this, she was strong enough. Kris was sure any other Slayer in her position would have done the exact same thing.
Now it was Katherine's turn for amusement, a note of silent laughter forcefully exhaling through nose. Her pragmatic side saw the attempt at resistance as not only futile, but a case of Kris cutting off nose to spite her face. If her newest little bundle of joy wanted to give her some entertainment, though, she had no problem with that.
"Fine. The next time you swallow, your nervous system's getting set on fire. Or at least, that's how it'll feel..."
Glancing quickly over to where she kept a roll of duct tape, she was going to enjoy this. One way or another, Kris was going to learn not to piss off her new instructor. Kris might not yet feel like giving Katherine the satisfaction of words, but she would give her sadistic pleasure. Forcing head back, Katherine increase her vice-like grip, prying jaws open, bit by bit.
"Say 'ahhh'... Let's see how long it takes before you give me a scream."