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You are not my Master.

He would not leave me here. He promised me life. Delicious sweet lives, tiny, delectable, all for me...~~

Master loves me. I'm his best familiar. Perfectly sane, I am, right as rain, oh yes, right as rain...

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{This space is too empty and too quiet I do not like it please give me orders, Master! I need to serve I need blood do not forsake me not again!}

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You're in such distress, are you sure you weren't given orders to attend to here?

I... I don't. Recall. There was an asylum, I was trapped. The stink of that place, filth. No flies, lives, to eat, no, definitely not. I waited by the window for a sign, a calling, but there was none. Just needles and pain and confusion.

An asylum? What an inappropriate place for someone as important as you. Certainly, your Master has suffered without your servitude.

Calm yourself, and try to remember the last moment you were with your Master.

( Oh, he's absolutely going to put on airs at that little compliment. Stand all proud and tall... which, given that he's wearing asylum leftovers, baggy sleeves and all, is really quite a sight. )

He has, yes he has, very much so. I remember... A couch, and she was there, sir, Miss Ives. The lust he has for her, I shared it too, bound by blood you see. But I approached her--ooh, no, must never touch what belongs to him. Punished for that one, yes, tossed away.

W-was there more after? ( The pompous yet vacant expression changes, lips curling over teeth. ) A body on a meat hook, sharing the flesh and blood and the other familiars scattering. I was the favorite!

( Just as quickly the mania ends and he looks upon this new one with reverence. )

You could be my Master! Do you need a friend? I'd like a friend. And blood, yes, definitely blood!

Oo, you're cute. [Of course Norton thinks that. He looks like Norton.]

Your grooming could use some work, however.

"Cute". { The repurposed word drips with poisoned amusement. } Oh, yes. That's me. A kitten. A puppy. Here for being petted and coddled like some fluffy thing.

{ Laughter bubbles up from his throat, echoing of the wet brick walls. It's a sound that would be unsettling at the best of times, much less when he's wearing the remnants of a straight jacket in tatters, nearing Norton with delicate hands that might've seen a proper bath in the past week. Or earlier. }

Grooming, hmmm. Oils and combs and precious eyewear set just so. Must always look good for the patients, never want to unsettle them. But you are my reflection. Or are you the ghost of my past here to torment me?

{ He reaches for Norton's hair, wanting to mess it up as much as possible. Curl his fingers through, so very like his own, but different. Too neat, tidy, and clean. Wide eyes stare unblinking, and he tilts his head, smiling with dark delight. } Ohhhh. You are here, ghost. How very like a toad you are.

Don't tell me you wouldn't want to be petted.

[As Renfield messes Norton's hair, Norton strokes his fingers through Renfield's smoothing it as best he can. Up until Renfield compares him to a toad. Then Norton's fingers tighten in a fistful of hair.]

Toad?! I've been called a ghost before, but never a toad.

{ Messing it up, twisting strands together, running his dusty fingers all through that too perfect hair. Ruin it like he himself was ruined, free it from its parted existence. His head flops with that pull, and he just grins. }

Ohhh I can smell your blood. Spiked and heated, smoky with that anger. Hop, hop! { From his hair to Norton's chin, Renfield grasps the loose skin there in the palm of his hand, with fingers and thumb framing his mirror'd self's jaw. }

Cat's eyes of sanity, tongue pink and pliant and stretchy. Have you caught many flies with that? Or does it only drip honey and flattery?

[Norton raises a brow.]

This tongue can do things that are much more clever than catching flies, sweetheart.

What happened to you?

Wicked, wicked strumpet you are. Just like those I used to buy. Unworthy whores. But you are not like them. Because you're like me.

{ That makes total sense. He releases him gently, then after a pause, resumes toying with the hair, determined to tease it out like his own. His voice carries an almost whimsical sing-song lilt. }

The Master happened. People did not like the Master, did not like him at all, and I was used. Dosed, drained into, abandoned like so much used garbage.

But you. { Interlacing his fingers through Norton's hair, tangling within its masterpiece of sanity. } You're too neat and clean and weak. Like I was. Why? Why do you continue this way?

I am not weak. And I'm certainly not a prostitute. [If Norton gives a bunch of men blow jobs, he does it for free. He doesn't charge money. Being paid for physical labour is working class, which Norton is emphatically not.]

But...when you say "the Master"...is he by chance a bearded man, wears all black, rather hypnotic?

{ Renfield gasps with an exuberant thrill as if he'd just discovered the answer to the entire universe. Wide, radiant green eyes nearly sparkle in the darkness and he cups Norton's face in both of his hands. }

You know my Master! Of course you would, my reflection, my beautiful ghost! Have you earned his favor too?

I know of him. I've read files. I didn't know he took on companions, however; we always thought it was only the Doctor who did that.

{ Renfield blinks owlishly. He looks lost. }

Your files have misinformed you. The doctor I know is that in name only, not a true Doctor, doesn't deal in flesh, or bone or blood. She does not want anyone near, doesn't care for anybody.

But the Master... oh, my sweet merciful Master, he has many "companions". We are all his to command, you see, and it is a glorious way to be.

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If your master is anything like the one I know. He's not always so truthful with his promises.

{ Renfield can only stare at the person before him. He blinks as if trying to clear the fog from his brain but still the image of Vanessa Ives remains. }

You should not be here, m'lady. You are with the Master now, you are His, destined to be his wife for all eternity.

[ She lightly shakes her head. ]

I'm not who you think am I and I certainly have no intentions of being his bride regardless of blood ties.

{ Has he truly gone mad? Is it the bloodlust, the fact Dracula's disappeared? He shakes his head, an uncertain whine escaping his lips. }

No, no, but you cannot be any other. You've haunted my dreams, as you've haunted his mind. You're all He cared about. If you are not his Vanessa, then who are you?

[ She gives him a sympathetic gaze as she does understand this is confusing for him. ]

Poor Mr. Renfield, you shouldn't dwell on it too hard or you will only drive yourself even madder. I'm Wilhelmina Murray.

{ Murray. Here again another familiar word, given voice by Ms. Ives in her recordings. Had it been there he'd heard it? Or later? Time... Seemed very wobbly quite suddenly. }

Adopting your friend's identity will not change who you are, m'lady. That is not how the world works.

[ She has to laugh at that. If only it were that simple. ]

No, that isn't how the world works at all. However, I've only ever been Wilhelmina. This place you find yourself in is not the world you are use too. Thus the things you know did not always hold true here.

I care not for this new world. It is no better than the one I left behind.

Wilhelmina. Vanessa. Whichever one you are. Are you like the Master, then? A leech as he made me?

This world has its moments, it could prove to be an improvement.

I suppose you could say that. Though I'm hesitant to call myself a leech.

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canon is Penny Dreadful.

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this may confuse him a bit

only by A Lot

ngl Vanessa was the inspiration for this AU of Mina

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