Insanity And Addictions

A/N: Hullo! This Is My First Time Writing A Dracula FF So… Be Nice, Ok? Just A Warning, If You Don't Like Slash, (Male On Male) Then Don't Read This.

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Any Of The Dracula Characters, But If I Did…Oh Ho Ho… FUN TIME! …Um…Sorry…Happy Reading!

Renfield sighed and leaned his head back against the cold wall of his cell. The master had been ignoring him for the last week and he was becoming concerned. Despite the silence though, he still continued to collect and consume the few spiders and flies that he could find.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the weeks of sleep deprivation finally catching up with him. Sadly, that one rare moment of peace was interrupted by a familiar voice from beside him.

"Good Evening, Mr. Renfield. How are you today?" Dr. Jack Seward asked; his tone slightly more cheerful than normal. Renfield half opened his eyes to gaze lazily up at Jack.

"I think that the real question is…" Renfield drawled on in an un-interested voice, "How are you, my dear Doctor. You seem to be walking with a spring in your step, so to speak. Jack blushed slightly and cleared his throat.

"Is my personal life of interest to you?" He asked.

Renfield sighed.

"How many times must I tell you, Dr Jack," Renfield mumbled, slowly drifting back into unconsciousness, "That-"

"That all lives are of interest to you, I know." Jack sighed. He had recently absorbed himself into a topic that he wanted to discuss with Renfield, and he decided that now was a perfect time.

"Erm…Mr. Renfield?" Jack inquired, Renfield made no response. "Heard any news from your Master lately?" Renfield's eyes shot open. He cast Jack a side long glance that promised ill intentions. Jack continued, oblivious. "Or has he finally just given up and left?"

In a spilt second, Jack found himself pinned to the floor, his shoulders being held down by Renfield's bone shattering grip.

"Don't speak of the Master like that!" Renfield hissed, adding more pressure to Jacks shoulders, threatening to snap them at any moment. "He'd never just abandon me!"

Jack squirmed under Renfield's weight. He turned his head to the side and gave a singular determined yell of salvation.

"GUARDS!!!" Jack yelled, still squirming. In an instant, two burly guards grabbed hold of Renfield and threw him across the room. One of the guards approached Renfield with an extreme air of hatred.

"What were you doing trying to hurt Dr. Seward?" He asked, backing Renfield into a wall. "Misbehavior to our staff is unacceptable, and that requires punishment" The guard grinned, raising his hand to strike the small man in front of him. (A/N: What'd You Think He Was Going To Do? PERVERTS!)

Renfield whimpered and raised his arms feebly to try and protect himself. The Guard's fist came down in a terrifying arc that was stopped, mid swing, by another hand gripping the Guard's wrist. Renfield tensed, waiting for the pain…but it never happened…He slowly lowered his arms and opened his eyes.

"Now, now…" Jack said, brushing himself off. "Let's not get carried away. After all, it was my fault in the first place; I shouldn't have asked you about…him…please forgive me." He smiled.

Renfield, who had resided in a small corner of the room, hugging his knees to his chest, looked up at Jack with wide eyes.

"Thank…you…" He whispered slowly, smiling weakly. Jack nodded, heading out of the cell. He tilted his head over his shoulder.

"Good Night, Mr. Renfield…"

Jack walked out towards his room and tried to ignore the soft echoing laughter from behind him…

A/N: Well…How'd You All Like My First Chapter? Comments Are Greatly Wanted, But Please, No Flames!