dear_mun | some characters just don't understand being retired, canon is Dracula

[ He'd started to waver, his hand lowering slowly. Fear gripping him so tightly he found it difficult to breathe. That is, until the mention of his beloved. He jerked his hand back up, determination flashing over his face. ]

You leave Mina out of this! I rescued her from your wickedness and you'll not touch her again!

[It's too easy, Harker is too mind-numbingly stupid, so gullible, so easy—he couldn't have asked for a better solicitor to entrap.]

Tell me, Jonathon, since we did not have the time to speak as men do about the fire before I left you—that night, with the woman, so intent on saving her child—do you remember that night? How you fainted prior? Her cries, begging, the sound of her bones being splintered beneath the beautiful, elegant creatures of the night—do you hear her?

Edited 2012-07-14 02:14 (UTC)

[ There was a great deal that he did not remember. Memories repressed because he could not handle the horrors. But the mere mention of it made his stomach twist in fear and he involuntarily shut his eyes. As though that could block the horrible images that threatened to flood his mind.

His words were squeezed out, sounding closer to sobs than anything else. ]

Why? Why are you doing this to me?

[ He forced his eyes open, suddenly shouting as though it could drive the monster away. ]

WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME LIVE IN PEACE?!

[Vlad is more than a monster—he is a presence, a fear, as real and horrible as such a thing can be. The confirmation that this "man" still remembers his castle, his brides, his failure at attempted murder, dulls the hurt brought on by his stupid little image of the dying savior...where was he when Harker was stuck in his castle?]

If you are asking, truly, I shall tell you. Come closer.

[ He took a wild, blind step backwards. Blurting out a response pitched far higher than he would have liked. ]

STAY BACK!

[Ah, he's making this difficult. For once, Vlad is prepared to be completely honest, and here Harker is, making a scene and kicking up a fuss. One would thing he had done something abominable to him.]

Do you honestly believe you could outrun me if I so chose to chase you down in any fashion?

[ Running, fleeing in any fashion was out of the question. He could barely coordinate his limbs at this point. He took another frantic step backwards, but his foot caught on something. In such a panic, finding his balance was out of the question.

He hit the ground, hard. Still gripping the chain for dear life, the jolt made the thing snap. It sent the crucifix skittering across the floor, well out of his reach.

Realizing it was gone, he could only stare up at the nightmare above him, trying to swallow though his mouth had gone bone dry. ]

I don't...need to outrun you. I know how to stop you.

[He'd actually never gotten completely used to the way Harker reacted so strongly to him, even though he mostly sneaked upon him on purpose. Most everything he did was weighed before done, including interaction with his solicitor.

Ah, yes. His.

Dark eyes glance over to the crucifix, though there's no cruelty in him as he steps forward, extending his arm to help the man stand.]

I envied you, Mister Harker. You had what I once did, so long ago, and I could scarcely bare for you to achieve what I no longer could.

[Is he speaking of things he knows will come? Yes. Is he being honest? Of course not, but the words, for once, are meant to placate, not to strike fear or create a feeling of inferiority. For all intents and purposes, he seems to be nothing more than a rich man offering aid.]

[ But Harker was too far gripped by fear to see anything beyond the threat of what the thing before him represented. The festering evil that he was.

The extended hand made him shrink back as though it were something vile offered to him. ]

The only thing you have left to achieve is a true death! One from which you will NEVER rise again!

[ His voice cracked with sheer panic. ]

[Oh, now this isn't even amusing anymore. This is just sad. Vlad doesn't extend pity, he doesn't think in such a way anymore, but there is too much fear in Harker right now for him to take much more mockery and cruelty in any fashion that would please him.]

Perhaps. [His lips purse; he appears to be thinking.] Stand up.

[He tries to make it sound unlike a total command.]

[ Slowly, and with much caution, Harker rose to his feet. He tried to convince himself that it had nothing to do with the command. That it was merely undignified to remain on the ground.

But the last time he'd outright disobeyed for too long the count had been something of a nightmare. It was difficult to shake that sort of fear.

Oh, how he wished he'd seen where the crucifix had gone.

He had nothing to say. He only wanted to leave. But that would require going around Dracula, and that did not seem a very wise choice. Not yet. ]

[Undignified, yes. That was the only reason Vlad told him to do so, truly. He'd seen him as a shaking wreck of a human being before, but by now? It had lost its pure thrill from before.]

As the English say: has the cat stolen your tongue, Mister Harker?

[ He fixed the count with what he hoped was a stern and solemn look. But too much fear shone through. He forced himself to speak. ]

I have nothing more to say to the likes of you.

[ The words hardly sounded convincing, even to his own ears. ]

There is nothing you wish to ask? Nothing you wish to get off your chest other than the fact of the matter that, one day, I shall die at your hand?

[Which might enrage or upset someone else. Mostly, Vlad's just curious how a band of people so incredibly stupid managed to form. That, and Romania is still the best place in the universe.]

[ Oh, there were things he wanted to say. Things he wanted to shout and demand and proclaim until he was blue in the face. But he did not have the courage to utter a single word of them.

Instead, he spoke through gritted teeth, his voice laden with desperation. ]

What could I possibly ever want to ask of you?!

Oh, Mister Harker, if you truly have nothing to ask of me or no more to say, I will not be offended should you instead excuse yourself to solitude and brooding.

[ He was almost offended, if not for the fear that was making it rather difficult to move his legs. He held his head up high, trying to summon every ounce of indignation he possibly could. ]

I do not brood. Nor would I be alone! I have a wife...

[ His voice faltered. This creature knew his wife. Quite well. ]

...who needs me.

[If Vlad had any sympathy, he'd feel sorry for said wife.]

I thought we were not to approach to topic of Miss Mina.

[ He closed his eyes, trying to hold himself together. But he felt like everything was unraveling. He opened his eyes again and tried to make a demand of the count. But it sounded far too much like begging for his tastes. ]

...please. Just leave me be!

Why not look into my eye and say the same, hmm? Convince me to do so.

[The moment, if ever again, that Jonathon Harker looked into his eye would be something he would undoubtedly regret. The things he could show him, put right into his mind's eye...]

Why can't you just leave me alone?!

[ He told himself not to look his enemy in the eye. To look anywhere else. But he was so frazzled and frayed that he was having difficulty controlling his voice. It was an unintentional glance. A habit. A fleeting moment. ]

[That is all it takes, really: one moment of a guard being let down and any walls put up are immediately broken. Oh, and he practically croons as he keeps his eyes fixated on Harker's, knowing he can't look away no matter how hard he wants to.]

Did I ever tell you of my mistress?

[ Looking away was at the very top of his priority list at that moment. Followed very quickly by fleeing in terror, as well as finding a reliable and inexhaustible source of wolfsbane.

But instead he had to settle for barely managing to utter a desperate plea to the nightmare before him. ]

Please...don't do this...

[Harker's no longer himself. At least, the things Vlad has to show him, great and glorious as they are, make his victim feel as though they are in his shoes.

So through eyes, in his very mind, there's nothing short of misery to be felt. Misery, and the cool, smooth hands of a woman who wants nothing more than to make him happy in every way trying to bring him out of such a mood. And yet, when she informs him that she is having his child, there is no delight to be found in him. In Harker as him, stuck behind the vision and emotions of said nightmare.

There's confusion. There's something like rage as he commands two older women to check for the validity. When it turns out that she was lying, as she's pressed over a table with his fingers digging into her neck, she weeps, she confesses undying love for him and her only one true desire being his happiness.

But she must be punished—he knows, he feels it as Vlad did so many centuries ago. He feels the knife in his hand, inserted at the spot which makes her a woman and slit to her neck. He feels the relief when it's over, hears nothing else as he slips out the door and onto bigger and better things.]

Did you think her beautiful?

[ He saw and felt it. Every thing just as the count wanted him to. He tried to stop it, knowing it to be false. Knowing it to be nothing but a waking nightmare. To feel as though it were his own hand, defiling that poor woman!

He let out a choked sob. Dignity was no longer an option. He wept. Out of terror, out of regret, out of guilt of things that he had not really done. ]

Please! Just let me go!

some characters just don't understand being retired, canon is Dracula

Far better than being a pile of dust and bones, that's for damn sure.

sry2say i wrecked that and you will never live up she'll always remember me~

Don't be so sure of that one, sweetheart. Youth can do things an old man would only dream of.

stop yelling harker you'll break your delicate lady lungs

Don't insult him! He might cry!

he found you, miss new booty

You're going to break him! And what use would he be, then?

it's like the end of there will be blood! ...only his wives drank harker's milkshake. no homo.

C'mon, I'll bet he's thought of it once or twice. A young and handsome enlishman!

MAYBE IF HE LETS HIM SHAVE HIM AGAIN...

Well, he is in need of a...WAIT A SECOND!

c'mere let daddy show you how to do it

But I'm scared!

I'll sing you a lullaby!

That...sounds not at all comforting! Especially with those eyes!

You'll get used to them, precious.

Okay....but keep the top hat on.

We have an accord.

Huzzah!

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I LIKE THIS we'll save that for memes? :3

I did toss him up on the mind fuck meme, earlier!

OMG R U SRS I am on that like white on rice!