Such Things
by Julia Osmond
A "Decline of the Romanian Vampire" variant...
"Klaus," Lucard breathed, "I'm warning you..."
"Oh, no,
no, no," Klaus interrupted, raising a finger. "I'm warning
you. You can't do anything to me now. I'm stronger than you
are." He giggled briefly. "Much stronger."
"Possibly," Lucard conceded. "How unfortunate for us all that even
the Cross cannot make you my equal in intellect as well."
"Shut
up!" Klaus advanced on him. Despite his unsteadiness on his feet,
Lucard held his ground, directing the other vampire a look of
somewhat feverish disdain. "I am smarter than you. Smarter and
stronger." His hand shot out, seizing the other's chin, forcing it
up. "For once, you're as weak as you look. Every minute you're in the
presence of the Cross you become more helpless. More drained of
power. More unable to resist me." He leaned in close, gloating. "It's
such fun, isn't it, Alexander?" He let his thumb play over the
vulnerable point where the jaw met the skull. "Don't you like
being the weaker one for a change?"
Lucard
stiffened. "Not that much weaker, Klaus."
But the
other had seen his reaction, and was smiling even more broadly. "Oh,
you don't think so? Well, why don't we find out? Yes. It's
irresistible." Without looking away from Lucard, he ordered his
father, "Go into the next room, old man."
"What
are you going to do?" Helsing asked, bewildered.
"Your
son is about to enact a particularly primitive form of power
relations," Lucard said, projecting scorn with difficulty over the
huskiness in his voice.
"Not too
primitive for you to enjoy, though, if I remember correctly," Klaus
said, pushing him roughly against the wall. "It's satisfying, isn't
it? And I do so want to be satisfied. --Go on, Helsing."
The
older man stared at them in confusion for a moment, then did as he
was told. He was not sure he wanted to understand what was
happening.
"Hello?
What's this? Your hands are shaking." Klaus caught one of them at the
wrist, holding it up and looking delightedly at the tremor.
"I
assure you it is not your method of seduction which is causing it,
Klaus." Lucard looked at the hand with detachment, as if it did not
belong to him, but his gaze was not perfectly straight.
"Of
course not." Klaus's voice hardened, and he lowered the other's arm.
"You never cared about me. I was just a diversion."
"No.
More of a...convenience, I would say."
Klaus
struck him hard across the face. Lucard flinched, genuinely startled
by the pain. "That's it," Klaus said, "you felt that, didn't you?" He
jerked Lucard's tie loose. "Just like you're going to feel
this." He laughed. "'Better you had not been born than not to
have pleased me better.'"
"That's
a tad...optimistic, Klaus."
Klaus
twisted his arm behind his back, nodding approvingly at the little
grimace of discomfort which Lucard made. "You have no idea what this
is like." He was pushing him over to one of the chairs, but stopped
for a moment, considering the point with obvious pleasure. "I'm the
first person ever to do this to you, aren't I?"
"Oh,
don't flatter yourself," Lucard said disdainfully, looking back at
him over his shoulder.
"There
have been others? Who?"
"That's
not important."
Klaus's
eyes widened. "Nosferatu?"
Lucard
snorted. "A long-standing ambition. Not satisfied."
Klaus
mused, "I guess it's not really surprising. You make everyone
want to teach you a lesson." He brushed his thumb over Lucard's
mouth, deliberately, lingeringly, relishing the way the lips
trembled. "And with such a pretty face..." For a moment they stood
still, looking at each other, and then Klaus shoved him against the
back of one of the wooden chairs. "Well, I hope you won't find this
boring."
"You never did."
"It's
not a very dull position to be in." Klaus came around to the front of
the chair.
"Oh, you
liked it well enough," Lucard mumbled, dryly and rather dizzily.
"Not at
first," he responded sharply.
"That was part of your much-needed education."
"Well,
then," Klaus said, smiling broadly, "I guess we'll see now how good a
student I was." He drew out a scarf and began binding Lucard's wrist
to the chair arm, pulling him off-balance.
"Not
particularly good, I expect," Lucard said, wavering somewhere between
smugness and delirium. "You won't be able to make me
enjoy it."
Klaus
giggled. "Who says I'm going to try?"
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