Underworld: Viktor/Kraven
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters/Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: Wrath
Word Count: 680
Rating: PG 13 for knife play.
Disclaimer: Never mine, a tragedy but true.
Author's Notes: If you know the Underworld Fandom then you know Vikor's skill with blades. Also my thanks to dragong for helping me at two in the morning! *squeezes her!*
My Big Damn Tables
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The blade slipped deeper under his skin, slithering under the fragile outer skin, snaking further under muscle and bone. Kraven tensed fighting his own instincts to jerk his hand back from the kiss of the silver weapon; the pain of it unlike any he’d experienced thus far. The prick and tear of his own fangs cutting the inside of his mouth mixed with the taste of his own blood added to the intensity of the pain even as he made himself stay put and endure. He would not show weakness before his Sire even all he wanted to do was collapse from the pain.
Deeper still the slim dagger slid into the pale skin, blue eyes watching the reaction he was waited for as Viktor smirked ever so slightly for he was marginally impressed by his pampered Regent’s resilience.
“Perhaps Kraven, you speak the truth after all.” The elder cooed, pushing the blade a touch further, the scent of fresh blood filling his senses as he left the dagger in place buried within the hand of his Regent, his mouth watering slightly at the tangy scent of fresh blood. The glint of the ornate weapon flashing with the other three weapons that rested in Kraven’s hand and wrist as the elder studied his handiwork while watching for any changes in the other vampire’s demeanor.
“I s-swear M’lord, I w-would never turn against you, I am and always have been loyal to you and the coven.” Kraven quietly panted as he kept his gaze upon his Sire. He wouldn’t confess in a million years his ultimate plan of betrayal; for what the vampire elder was doing to him now would be nothing compare to what the warrior Elder would do to him if Viktor discovered his true plans. The man’s wrath would be unforgiving and death would be slow in coming for the Regent. Too many times had Kraven been witness to the fair haired man’s expertise and skills with daggers on lesser vampires and suspected traitors of the coven. He wouldn’t break now even if his knees where ready to give out any second and his hand felt as if it were on fire.
A soft cry of pain finally escaped Kraven as the razor sharp blade was withdrawn from his skin leaving the raven haired man trembling but secretly proud of himself for having passed Viktor's impromptu test of loyalty. It took all his will but he forced a neutral and faithful look in place, doing his best to appear completely devoted to the blue eyed man.
Kraven watched the older vampire withdraw the next blade from his hand making his back tremble, he silently vowed to track down Selene and put her in her place for telling Viktor at what she could only guess at, Kraven’s involvement of conspiracy. For poisoning the elder against him; for trying to get the elder to see past the comely vampire’s guiles and distracting ways that were a cover for his ulterior motives of ruling both great covens. For conveniently disposal of all three elders and uniting the vampire nation under one rule. His Rule. Kraven of Leicester. A shaky breath and moan left him as the third and final blade was being slid from his wrist, the regent sank to one knee, hands trembling, shoulders shivering, Mother Night how he hurt!
“I shall have a word with Selene,” the elder coolly spoke, breaking Kraven from his silent tirade, refocusing his attention upon the older man whom was still watching him.
“M’lord?”
“Seems she has been misinformed.” Viktor wiped his blades clean, replacing them in their resting places before fixing his regent with a look. “Perhaps I should have not doubted your loyalties. You may go, I have other tasks to be seen to.”
“Y-yes M’lord.” Was all Kraven managed to say as he watched the elder leave. He simply stay where he was, the pain of his hand hardly felt. Never had the man ever apologized to him, well okay it wasn’t exactly a spoken apology but the elder had believed him.
It took several more minutes to regain his composure and his courage to stand once more; for Kraven had better be successful in his plan against the elders after what Viktor had just spoken. “I won’t fail.” Kraven finally managed to utter against a dry mouth as he blinked then reached for a cloth to press against his still bleeding hand.
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