OH! Before you read any further you should know that the spanking that this thread will contain will be non-consensual and non-sexual, it won't have anything to do with sex, her sire's not going to be a pedo, it's a Sire/fledgling relationship; the vampire equivalent of Parent and child. So if you're having nasty thoughts just leave.


Name: Kathryn Hydreich

Age:12

Height: 4'5" (yes she's very short)

Size: Rather small

Attitude/Personality: She's rather rebellious, challenges all authority, has a tendency to question everything, is easy to anger and bends the rules to her liking. After going on her own whim for so long, living under the thumb of someone infinitely more powerful is certainly going to be difficult and probably....painful.

Weapon of Choice: Throwing Knives, Sword, Daggers

Appearance: http://www.tektek.org/avatar/12711644


Well...I suppose I should explain.....

*cough*

Ok, my character Kathryn was abandoned in infancy by her parents, she ran away from the 'home' (if you could even call it that) when she was eight, and has been living on the streets ever since. She's taught herself to fight and pickpockets for a living, but one day her life changes forever when she picks the pocket of a vampire! He is a rather important vampire noble (you decide HOW important)and has been searching for a worthy apprentice for some time now, many young hopefuls in the vampire community have tried and been rejected but for some reason he chose this young, ragged, street-torn girl.(insert your creative reason here)

But any way now she's been turned into a vampire and nothing ever goes her way. Her initial reluctance and rebellious nature automatically make her a burdensome student. Her sire will most certainly have his hands full and its going to take more than a few harsh words to get this stubborn, little one into cooperating......


Ok this is where YOU come in, so if you wanna be my sire go for it, apply you characters profile and a test-post and I'll see if you're the sire for me! ^^

Also if you think this is really weird please keep an open mind, if you read any vampire fiction that isn't total romance garbage it will contain Sire/fledgling discipline that is MUCH harsher than this, I was reading such a fic when this little plot bunny popped into my head. I thought this type of punishment seemed much more appropriate and interesting to read. So please no flames and such, if you feel that strongly please contact me by way of PM, don't spam up this thread. Thank You and enjoy! Very Happy




One second her hand was flawlessly slipping out his wallet, the next her neck was being drained, and now she was on the ground, clutching at her throat, hating the man in front of her, who seemed not to notice she was lucid.

What had she gotten herself into this time? The poor girl moaned woefully in her mind, other hand sneaking ever-so-discreetly into her weapon pouch, ready to chuck a knife at him any second.

"So you're saying I have no choice?" Vincent said angrily into the phone, his heavy accent marring his words. According to this simpleton on the other end, the state had every right to buy Vincent's house, even without his permission, so route 28 could be extended into the nearest city. "Fine. I want a million point five for it. No less. *pause* Yes. Yes, I know there are other people who this is happening to, what? Do you think--- *pause* Five. *pause* Seven and a half. Well, that's counting two half baths as one full bath... *pause* Yes, I live alone. *pause* I inherited it. Yes, I have an apartment, I had planned on selling it at an auction---" There was a pause, and Vincent told the man on the phone to do something very unkind indeed. There was another pause. Eventually, Vincent continued, "No way! One point three million. *pause* One million. Nine fifty grand. No less. Absolutely no less. *long pause* Oh, all right, fine, nine hundred grand."

Vincent hung up, wishing he was a child so he could throw a temper tantrum. Wishing he had something to smash with a baseball bat...yes, that would make him feel better. He could pretend it was the govenor's face. He was the one who had approved this bill...

That house had been in his family for hundreds of years. They had no right---sure, it would inconvenience a lot of people not to have that highway right there in his backyard. He supposed if the needs of the many---
But nine hundred grand! The house was worth so much more than that. Sure, Vincent didn't actually live in it, but he could probably fetch even twice that at an auction. Some people were in love with that house. They told him all the time. He got letters asking to buy it.

Vincent put on his coat and walked downstairs from his apartment to the main floor of his building. He put on his hat and looked down the street. It was a cloudy evening. He wanted to find a Starbucks and get one of those uber chocolate things. Aside from blood, chocolate usually calmed his anger best. He picked a smaller road to walk along, not liking crowds. And fearing for their safety. Vincent couldn't help but think that the first person who looked at him funny would get bitten.

Someone who had spent the first few centuries of his life living in Paris could never forget the feeling of a pickpocket's hand reaching for his wallet. Sure, you take my house, when taxpayers money could better be spent keeping gypsies like this off the street? That makes a ton of sense. Vincent whirled around and heaved the pickpocket up by his shoulders, clamping his jaws on the kid's neck. Man, this kid has long hair for a boy. And wide hips. And...

Vincent swore in his mind, dropping his victim. A girl. Perfect. Thoughts raced through his mind as he stared at the girl squirming on the ground. The cops always sided with girls. There was nothing he could do but run, and hope he wasn't caught.

Or was there? Well, unless he wanted to go to prison, Vincent had no choice. He heaved a sigh and bent over to do---something. Anything, to make this kid stop squirming.

As he leaned in Kathryn fought to old back her smirk, perfect. She waited until he was within striking distance and pounced on the unsuspecting man.

She drove the knife she'd snuck out of her pouch into his left shoulder, his quick reflexes unfortunately ensuring it only glanced him. Her eyes widened momentarily but to make up for the lack of damage she bit the hand that had shot up to hold her off, clamping down as if her life depended on it, which, normally in this situation it did.

The young girl had more than a little street smarts after so many years living on them and made sure to bite deep, perhaps if she was lucky he'd be in too much shock and pain to pursue.

Inwardly Kathryn cursed herself for getting caught, now she'd get reported to the police and she'd have to keep a low profile for a few days, or risk getting recaptured by social services. Her stomach growled at the thought, dreading the next few days; laying low meant no stealing and no stealing meant no food. This meant she had learned rather quickly to be an expert pickpocket, as a street orphan it would mean few and far between meals and constant danger if she weren't; not that it was the safest lifestyle to begin with.

All this ran through her little head as her teeth tore viciously into the flesh of his hand, blood leaking from the wound into her mouth. His hand made it impossible for the small girl to spit out the vile liquid so in order to not throw up the poor girl was forced to swallow it. The small girl merely gagged, her survival instincts too strong to allow her to become distracted. She hit the ground at a run, her feet pumping as soon as they hit concrete after her fearsome attack, working furiously to carrying her away from the man.

Kathryn got to about the end of the alley before she started feeling nauseous , heading spinning, vision getting a little blurry. She managed to stumble into the deserted backstreet beyond before crumpling to the ground, her small legs feeling as if they were boneless. She held her head tightly, mind whirling around uncontrollably as her eyes began prickling, gums feeling as if they were on fire.

It was everywhere all over her body, her skin felt as if the nerves were exploding with pain, the near by smells of sun rotted garbage and vomit overwhelmed her, upon opening her eyes the lone, formerly dim street lamp almost blinded her, and the sounds of far away cars speeding by and cat screeching made her ear drums pound. All her senses were going crazy, her tortured mind was almost at its breaking point, if it didn't lessen up pretty soon she was going to pass out.

When the girl bit him, Vincent fought the urge to scream. Man, this kid had some jaws. Still, the absolute worst thing for him to do would attract attention to himself. He watched the girl tear down the alleyway. Oh, was he ever glad she had her pants on. Now nobody had any reason to think he'd been some sort of molester.

Then again, why wouldn't she have her pants on? This girl seemed rather strange. Or, at least, she didn't know what he was. Nobody in their right mind would drink vampire blood. Sure, Vincent had tried everything from the Dracula approach to spiking people's drinks. The spiking usually worked better, Vincent thought, as he remembered trying the Dracula approach on someone who he had not realized knew kung-fu. He was taught this very soon afterwards.

The cut on Vincent's hand healed, and he walked where he had seen the girl go, knowing she would probably be unconscious by now. Fortunately, he ran into nobody until he found her, as he had predicted, passed out. Well, there was no need to keep her here. But how to get her back to his apartment without being noticed?

Vincent spied a recycling bin that looked big enough to fit the girl. He emptied its contents as quietly as he could onto the street, and picked up the girl, placing her body in the bin. He put the lid back on, and rolled her back to his apartment building. He passed through the lobby, and the landlord scowled at him, but didn't stop him. Vincent took the elevator up to his floor, and brought the bin containing the girl into his apartment.

Once there, he took the girl, who was still unconscious, out of the recycling bin and laid her down in his bed. He closed the door and locked it from the outside, just in case. He didn't bother with the window. His apartment was on the seventh story, and he highly doubted that this girl had ever been bitten by a radioactive spider.

What to make for dinner? As you can imagine, Vincent himself wasn't too peckish at this moment, but he was sure his new roommate would be. He got out a bag of frozen corn, a box of Pasta-Roni, and some frozen ground beef, and began cooking.

Fortunately she once took a field trip to a laboratory and had been bitten by this radioactive spider ^^ jk lol!

She rolled over sleepily, hugging one of the giant pillows to her as if it were a lifeline. Pillow? She sat up like a bolt of lightening had struck her, quickly observing all her surroundings. Her memory of the incident were a bit muddy but she knew enough to assume she'd passed out from the pain and so worked from there.

Kathryn glanced around, too comfortable and well decorated to be an orphanage or foster home; a shiver went down the girls tiny spine, that meant she was in someones house. If that were not creepy enough in its implications she could hear someone whistling away as they made breakfast, well it was dark so....dinner? Well she wasn't quite sure, actually she was really confused, about everything.

For some reason she didn't just hear the normal sounds of cooking, but she could hear every scratch against the pan and the sound of the gas being released as it burned. And the smell, she thought she was going to die of hunger as the delicious smell filled her nostrils, peculiarly she could tell every spice that had been added.

She shook her head clear of these poisoning thoughts, it didn't matter, SHE HAD TO GET OUT OF HERE! Preferably quickly and without alarming whoever was in the kitchen.

The girl was an expert at being a sneak but strangely as she tiptoed to the door her normally silent footsteps sounded like claps of earth-shaking thunder. Finally reaching the door she turned the knob slowly and pulled, but the door didn't yield. DAMN! She cursed loudly in her mind, the urge to stomp her foot almost overwhelming.

Creeping to the window Kathryn quickly threw out that option as well, not even considering that way. Looked as if the only option would be to try and pick the lock, not that she couldn't do that, but depending on the lock it could take hours and if her nose was correct the pasta was almost cooked to perfection, she didn't have much time. By the looks of it though it was her only option so she guessed she'd try. Reaching down to open her pouch she was angry and frightened to find it missing.

The orphan girl almost wanted to cry, what would happen to her now? Kathryn sat there on the floor in despair for a few moments but soon forced herself to stand. If she couldn't get out she'd have to fight. Picking up the only weapon at her disposal, a lamp, she made her way down that hall to the opening that she heard that cooking sounds coming from, ready to strike the moment her capture appeared.

[[Captor. Capture is the verb.]]

Ah, I hear she's woken up, Vincent thought as he heard her walking around in the room next door. He also heard that she tried to escape. Escape? Hello, I'm feeding you, I'm housing you, I've already done the worst thing I can to you, what are you running away for?

He took a package of hamburger buns out of the refrigerator, and took the slab of ground beef out of the pan it was cooking in, and put it on a plate. He squirted some ketchup onto top bun, and put the patty on the bottom bun, covering it with the top. He spooned some Pasti-Roni onto the plate, then some corn. He took the plate to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Are you awake in there? I made you dinner," he said, trying to be as polite as he could.

[[oops, yeah sorry I didn't catch that ]]

She'd been standing there with them lamp above her head for so long her arms felt as if they were going to fall off any second. Finally after what seemed like forever he came out and surprisingly...knocked on the door? She was taken slightly aback, having expecting him to just burst in but just blew it off, preparing herself to attack.

Her mouth was watering, he'd actually made her food? Oooo and it smelled good, she'd been surviving on the bare minimum for as long as she could remember, only ever dreaming of good food. Its presence was almost enough to make her forget her escape plan. Almost. Kathryn shook her head, clearing her mind and raising the lamp again, thoughts back to were they should be. "Come in." She said, trying her best to sound normal.

The door began to creak open, a sweat drop ran down her cheek, she was ready.

Vincent, expecting the girl to be sitting on the bed, opened the door, carrying the plate of food. About a second later, he was hit in the head with a standing floor lamp.

[[Sorry for the short post, but there's not much more I can do, eh?]]

[[heh heh *sweatdrop* yeah I know I kinda trapped you on that one, I was just trying not to God-Mod But I kind of trapped myself too, this is going to be a short post ]]

For a moment she just stood there and blinked wide-eyedly. She snapped herself out of it and assuming he was unconscious began to look on him person for a key.

[[I don't mind. If I had wanted to godmod against you I would have had Vincent notice tell the Kat was about to attack him.]]

"Oh, my head..." Vincent muttered as the wound inflicted on his head healed, knit five pearl six. (i.e., fast.) The girl who had just hit him was frisking him.
"Miss?" he inquired, "Are you hungry?" The plate of food had spilled its contents onto the floor, but he had made more. "There's more food in the kitchen. And what are you doing?"

[[That wouldn't have been godmodding, I actually assume you'll anticipate some stuff because you're suppose to be a vampire elder with powers my mind cannot comprehend ect. and all that]]

His speaking surprised her and she yipped, jumping backwards and falling on her butt. Her pale cheeks burned in embarrassment and she quickly attempted to recover, crossing her arms and glaring at the wall beside her, doing her best to look as defiant as possible. "I'm not hungry." Kathryn said bluntly, refusing to look at him, determined not to fall for his nice act.

She wasn't sure what he wanted but whatever it was she was determined not to give it to him; and to piss him off as much as possible as revenge for getting kidnapped.

Vincent raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, sitting up. "I can see your ribcage," he said. "Listen, if you want to go back to living off the streets, be my guest. Or, not, really. I don't particularly want you here, I just thought it was the least I could do after---well---that." He looked at the floor. "I don't have children for a reason. I don't like them, and I don't really want one in my house. So if you want to leave, I won't stop you. I just locked your door so you wouldn't come out and attack me. Apparently," he said, rubbing the welt on his head, "That was not sufficient."

As he talked she glared harder and harder at the wall until finally she couldn't hold in her sharp-tongued comment. "Isn't that convenient? I happen to hate adults!" She yelled, getting off the floor and walking twoard the door. "You're all smug, lying, know-it-all, bastards." She added a bit quieter.

He continued talking and she did her best to keep her back to him and look indifferent; until he finished, inviting her to leave. The child growled, stomping her foot as she spun around. "This is bullshit! This is total fucking bullshit! You turn me into some freak, kidnap me and now I don't even know what's going on anymore!" She kicked the door frame furiously, "I-I don't even know how to be........like THIS!" She screamed, almost ready to implode.

"Which is the only reason I haven't already abandoned you," Vincent said, rolling his eyes. "You're a teenager, yes? I never could stand teenagers. And you must see why. I'm completely jealous. You know everything. You're so much smarter than I am, and I'm just this pathetic loser who's bank of knowledge is either outdated or obvious to you. You've been making your own way for what---fifteen years? Sixteen? And you've done a fine job of it. You're living off the streets, being a pickpocket, and loving it. Why aren't you in an orphanage where you belong, anyway? Not too often you see a lone teenager running around on the streets." He stood up.
"I know you'd rather gouge out your own eyes than hear it, but how about I tell you what happened to me when what you have just undergone happened to me? I left my sire, thinking that, since I was so much more intelligent than he was, I could of course fend for myself in the world. To your credit, however, the world has changed quite a bit since then. For one thing, I doubt that your fate would be the same as mine. The local villagers caught me, and burned me at the stake. Of course, I didn't die, as you can see by me being here today, because my sire saved me before I got burned badly enough to leave permanent scars. Of course, I did have the nickname 'Hives' among my sire's children. His actual, biological children, that is. He had a large family. I suppose, when you have four wives, that's a given."

[[Feel free to have her interrupt him, he'd just go on ignoring her.]]

Kathryn's hands balled into fists, squeezing tighter for every belittling comment he spat out; so tightly in fact the nails pierced the flesh of her palm. She allowed his story to go uninterrupted, finding it quite interesting, but once he'd gone be to his derogatory monologue the girl couldn't stand it anymore. "Shut up, SHUT UP!" The small girl pointed her finger at him accusingly, going into a speech of her own. "You have no right to talk! You don't know how bad it is in those places, at least out here I don't have to constantly watch my back for god knows what shit the other kids have come up with, and I get better food out here anyway since I'm a pretty good pickpocket." Kathryn said, stabbing his abdomen with her finger, since that was eye level.

She glared up at him, just itching to pick a fight so she'd have a reason to hit him. "I may be a dirty, thieving street rat but at least I have better things to do with my time than to than drain the life out of people like some," She stopped trying to think of something insulting. "parasite." The twelve year old declared, letting his age mistake slide; perhaps she'd get more respect if he thought she wasn't just a kid.

"Ow," Vincent said when the girl poked him.
""I may be a dirty, thieving street rat," she yelled at him, "But at least I have better things to do with my time than to than drain the life out of people like some *pause* parasite."
"Not anymore you don't," he said. "Now, this seems like an odd predicament. You don't like me, and I don't like you. So why are you still here?" He walked over to the door and opened it. "Out," he said, pointing out the door.

When he opened the door she was slightly dumbstruck for a few moments. What would she do now? How could she even survive if she couldn't go out in the daytime? Where would she go when the sun was out with out being rendered a pile of ash? How would she feed? She didn't even know how!Where would she get the blood from anyway? Rats? Other homeless people? All these depressing thoughts were swirling around like a whirlpool in her mind, dragging Kathryn down with them.

Quickly she put on an angry scowl and made her way to the door. "Fine!" The girl yelled, leveling a good kick to his shin before running out the door.

"Ow!" Vincent yelled. Still, he couldn't blame her. She merited a few good whacks to his person, considering what he had done to her.
But man, was he ever glad to get her out of his house.

If there was one thing Vincent hated, it was guilt. He knew darn well the girl would end up precisely as he had. She was practically a carbon copy of him at her age. Teenagers were so horrible to deal with. This girl seemed not to be able to process that he had, in fact, been her age, once. A long, long, incredibly long time ago, to be sure, but once. And he remembered it. Not a fun time. Puberty setting in, your life suddenly getting a lot faster, it was not a nice age to be.

He went into his bedroom, and replaced the lamp. He needed to watch after her, somehow convince her that she needed him to live a relatively comfortable life as a vampire. He opened the window and took out the screen. I must be crazy, he thought, taking off his clothes. I hope I don't need to change back to a human too quickly. He turned into a bat, and flew out the window, looking for the girl who had just left his apartment.

Once she got outside Kathryn attempted to look around to get her bearings but nothing appeared to be familiar in the least. He seemed to live in quite an upscale part of town, a part she'd naturally never been to, preferring to let the unheeding upper class to wonder into her territory.

It was dark again, looked like it'd been that way for a while, which meant she didn't have long till the sun rose and she still hadn't eaten. The orphans stomach growled noisily, she put her hands on it and glanced around, looks like she'd have to survive on trash tonight. Damnit why couldn't she have eaten that guys food before running off?

Sighing she quickly found the least disgusting dumpster around and hopped in, picking through until she found something semi-eatable, pretending it was that hamburger she'd almost gotten to eat. Jumping over the side once again the poor child began scampering sneakily about, eying out places in which to spend the sunlight hours, and perhaps somewhere to get more weapons. Instincts told her not to stay out for much longer; not only would she have the sun to contend with but also all the rest of the crazies that ran around at night. Being outside in the dead of night with no weapons was not a good place for any young girl to be.

Soon finding an abandoned shell of a warehouse Kathryn squatted in it till morning, afraid to go to sleep in this unfamiliar part of town. She stayed curled in a ball in the darkest corner, her stomach paining her as well as this new urge, perhaps the one for blood; she shivered.

Mid-afternoon she was getting very tired and restless, walking around in the dark wasn't enough, she spared a curious glance at the bit of light flowing through the ratty curtain covering the window and walked of to it guardedly. The girl couldn't contain herself and so stuffed her hand into the light. Almost immediately extreme pain coursed from her hand up her arm and threw her entire body, every nerve screaming for reprieve.

The girl pulled her appendage back, looking on it with horror as she clutched it to her chest, half the flesh have been burned of, the bone exposed. She let out a whimper, shutting her eyes tightly, to the young orphans surprise suddenly the pain started to lessen a little. She opened her eyes and watched as muscle and skin began to grow back, once again covering the skeletal center. Once it was done she wiggled her fingers in amazement, staring at them mouth slightly agape.

[[Preferring. Not Proffering.]]

Vincent circled his building, and tried to find the girl. He was completely torn as to what to do. Half of him wanted to never see this whelp again, and the other half knew better. A, he would feel guilty, B, her burned corpse would spike reporters, detectives, cops, politicians, scientists, religious figures, the military, and the Age of Buffy would come once again rear it's ugly head. And who wants that?

There she was, hiding in the old Collin & Runnings. She would be fine there for the day. Nobody ever went in there. Vincent went back to his apartment and put the window back together, closing the shutters he had installed on the inside, and drawing the thick velvet curtains. He repeated this measure in all the windows around his corner apartment, and went to sleep.

[[He won't do anything else until he wakes up that evening, when he will either go to find Kat again, unless the circumstance doesn't quite warrant such action.]]