Renfields Commandments.
"Renfield."
"Yes, master."
"Since you failed so dismally the last time I entrusted any work of importance to you, I have devised a list of rules which I expect you to follow. You can read, can't you?"
"Yes, master, of course master."
"Good, good. And Renfield..."
"Yes, master?"
"Do not fail me again..."
Thou shalt not enjoy any type of ordinary food.
Thou shalt not attempt to inform Seward of our arrangement.
Thou shalt not attempt to warn my potential victims of my nature.
Thou shalt not feel pity for flies, spiders, birds etc.
Thou shalt not beg pathetically for a cat, thus hinting at the nature of your 'malady'.
Thou shalt not make obscure references to vampirism whilst in the presence of Seward.
Thou shalt not attempt to bite Seward.
Thou shalt not harbour attraction towards my chosen victims.
Thou shalt not "polish thy wand" whilst in a straitjacket. The results are unpleasant.
Thou shalt not kill. That's my job.
Since Renfield,- contrary to his prior assurances- is, in fact, entirely illiterate, this list soon found itself on a one way trip to sewage central. Trust me, you don't want to know what happened to it. Let's just say it involved "Number Nine."