[ He's starting to get his bearings. The priest. He went to the priest for holy water. And then the man asked him to take confession before going out to do his work, in case he didn't have another chance and- it had been a good enough point, and he'd stepped into the booth and-
Things get fuzzy after that. Something pressing down on his mind. He remembers being stripped and bathed, and a quip about not wanting contaminated food. He remembers teeth against his neck. He remembers being asked questions, and the tiny jeweler's hammer coming down on his hands when he stumbled over the answers. He remembers- chains. There was a chain. Talk of a way to demonstrate the son's unsuitability.
He's tearing at the bread determinedly but with tiny bites - this isn't the first time he's had to slowly become re-accustomed to eating. And there are footsteps. One set of them, as best he can hear. A woman's or a child's, barefoot.
And then the door opens. Not a woman or a child, but the vampire from before - footsteps too quiet to hear. There's someone else there. Does he have a partner, or a hostage, or-
-Shit. This is a feeding cell, isn't it? The nicest feeding cell he's been locked in, certainly, but a feeding cell nonetheless. The second set of footsteps must be another prisoner, and that complicates things. On the one hand, this is fucking fantastic please drain him to nothing and let him die. On the other, he can hardly allow someone else to be kept prisoner in Dracula's Fucking Demon Castle. ]
...seem to not be fucking dead yet. You're really, really shitty at this.
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Things get fuzzy after that. Something pressing down on his mind. He remembers being stripped and bathed, and a quip about not wanting contaminated food. He remembers teeth against his neck. He remembers being asked questions, and the tiny jeweler's hammer coming down on his hands when he stumbled over the answers. He remembers- chains. There was a chain. Talk of a way to demonstrate the son's unsuitability.
He's tearing at the bread determinedly but with tiny bites - this isn't the first time he's had to slowly become re-accustomed to eating. And there are footsteps. One set of them, as best he can hear. A woman's or a child's, barefoot.
And then the door opens. Not a woman or a child, but the vampire from before - footsteps too quiet to hear. There's someone else there. Does he have a partner, or a hostage, or-
-Shit. This is a feeding cell, isn't it? The nicest feeding cell he's been locked in, certainly, but a feeding cell nonetheless. The second set of footsteps must be another prisoner, and that complicates things. On the one hand, this is fucking fantastic please drain him to nothing and let him die. On the other, he can hardly allow someone else to be kept prisoner in Dracula's Fucking Demon Castle. ]
...seem to not be fucking dead yet. You're really, really shitty at this.