Paul flew his bike all the way to the moon's surface, there was a docking bay that looked like a giant parking lot at the ground level of the building they were in front of. The huge entrance of the docking bay was covered in a forcefield. He drove his bike through this forcefield and found a parking spot. "Welcome to the Dark Side of the Moon." He said, opening the door to let Devon get out.
Devon grabbed his bags and got out. "Thank you for the ride. Get back home safe." He told the teen boy before he took his leave and walked over to an elevator, he looked at a directory to see where to go and if anything has changed. He saw that there was a floor in this building dedicated to tough parenting. Could this F.A.N.G cult be involved? Most likely. He had to remember to keep away from this floor entirely. This was not his concern anyway. He found where the science and tech department was, it had almost an entire building dedicated to it. He let the retinal scanner scan his eye before it said in a female robotic voice 'Welcome, Mr. Devon Thompson.' The elevator door opened and let him in. He took it up and went through a lobby area and across an enclosed bridge that had a nice view of the lunar landscape and he could see the earth coming into view. He used to feel stronger when on the moon, but now he felt… Nothing… He tried to put it out of his mind and just kept walking to the other building. He was in another lobby, there were men and women in lab coats walking about, there was no doubt he was in the right place. He walked over to the reception desk.
"Mr. Thompson. Well it's been a while since you've been up here." The female receptionist said, glad to see him.
"Glad to see you too, Marie. I got assigned to help with a project, I'm working with Professor Bob." Devon said, pulling out a card and handing it to her.
Marie scanned it and entered something into her fancy computer that had a holographic monitor. "Watch out, your villain card expires next year. Be sure to get a new one, you don't wanna get arrested, trust me, they've figured out how to deal with supernatural villains and it's not pleasant." She warned him.
"I'll keep that in mind." Devon replied.
Marie gave him his card back and searched in a drawer for something. She handed him another card. "This has your room floor and number on it. You'll now be able to use your villain card to access areas that are at your security level and to purchase food and drinks at a discount." She said.
Devon placed his villain card and his room card in his wallet. "Thank you. Have an evil night." He said and took his leave. He made his way up to the sleeping quarters. There were a few floors in each building dedicated to sleeping quarters, if someone is coming up to the Dark Side of the Moon they weren't leaving on the same day normally. He walked into his assigned room and found that he was staying with other scientists. There were four bunk beds in this room and a few desks for extra workspace. He set his bags down on a seemingly unoccupied bottom bunk and went out of the room to find Bob. Father annoyingly didn't tell him what the project was called, so he'd have to find out some other way. He found a screen with all the current projects being worked on and where the labs were. If the name of the lead scientist wasn't already there, Devon could infer that the project he was working on was called 'KNDunno'. He took an elevator down a few floors and went towards the lab where the project was being worked on. He entered the room and found several scientists working on this huge machine that resembled a satellite.
"Devon!" Exclaimed a skinny, tall man with short dark brown hair, a beard and glasses in his early forties.
"Bob, long time no see." Devon said, smiling, happy to see his old mentor again. "I see you have your work cut out for you, spearheading two projects at once."
"Yes, the 'I-Said-So' Array is my own personal invention, it'll be ready sooner than later because we just got a fresh batch of new test subjects. The KNDunno will be a machine that will make all of our future projects and our lives so much easier." Bob said.
"Give me a rundown of how it'll work." Devon said. Over the next few minutes, Professor Bob gave an explanation of how the machine will work, the long and short of it was that it'll be put out into space among other satellites circling the Earth and it'll overwrite their functions for its own for a time. It'll zap the Earth with a laser from all sides and wipe the memories of the KND from all intended targets. "Fascinating. I will be able to help you tomorrow morning, well you know, after I get some food and rest because morning doesn't exist on the moon." Devon said.
"Of course." Professor Bob said.
Suddenly, two scientists walked up to Devon, a man and a woman. "Can you tell Ms. Hanity over here that my notes are correct and that I won't overload the system?" The man asked, holding some notes in his hand.
"It's Dr. Hanity. And your formulas are WRONG! If you use these calculations, you'll kill us all, Professor Mishap! What a perfect name for what's going to befall us if you're allowed to do as you please." Dr. Hanity said.
"We'll let the truth hound speak for himself! Won't we?" Professor Mishap said before shoving the notes in Devon's hands.
Devon faked a shout of pain before dropping all the papers all over the floor. He held one of his hands as if he were in pain. Of course, he couldn't feel whether anything was right or wrong, he just thought it was best to err on the side of caution. "Best double check the slop you just handed me!" He told Professor Mishap.
"See, I fucking told you!" Dr. Hanity said as she watched her colleague pick up his notes.
"Are you ok?" Bob asked as he checked Devon's hands for burns.
"Yes, I'm fine." Devon assured him.
Bob turned toward Mishap as the man stood up. "Never shove any kind of notes in his hands! May I remind you of the last time someone surprised him with bad notes? I had to call in a cleaning crew to clean guts off my lab floor because Devon felt threatened by the idiot who shoved notes in his hands without warning or permission! One slash of his claws to his stomach was all it took! You're lucky you're still alive! Get out of my lab and fix your slop!" Bob told him. After Mishap ran out, Bob turned towards Devon. "I am so sorry about him. Go to the med bay if you need to, get some food and some rest, alright? Be back here tomorrow, I'll be here early." Bob told him, gently and calmly.
Devon nodded and left the lab without another word. He remembered the incident Bob spoke of well. He was fifteen years old, helping Bob in the lab when some young scientist in his twenties barged in and made the fatal mistake of handing Devon his notebook so he could double check the work. As soon as that notebook made contact with him, he snapped. Before he even knew what happen, he wolfed out and was tearing into the man with his three-inch claws. Security guards had to sedate him with powerful tranquilizers, and he had woken up a few hours later in a holding cell where he had to stay for a few days before he was let out at the command of Father. That wasn't the first time he had killed a human and it surely won't be the last.
Devon went into the cafeteria a few floors down and got some proper dinner at a discount, his dinner consisted of meat loaf with mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables. He ate while he was answering numerous texts from his parents, they were wondering where he was and were confused about the gift card in the mail. His father chastised him for not even bothering to show up in person to deliver Kevin's gift himself. Devon didn't want to be near his mother right now and he was busy with a project for his new job, he never actually revealed to his father what exactly he'd been hired to do when he left home about two weeks ago. He just explained that he had something to do for his new job and told him that if he wasn't able to get home on the day of the party that he'd at least call, that seemed to pacify his father. After texting his mother that he didn't know when he'd be able to get home or when he can come to the next meeting, he put his phone away and finished the last few bites of food. He took his tray and plate to a conveyer belt that lead into the kitchen and placed it on there before leaving the cafeteria and heading back to the sleeping quarters. He unpacked his clothes and put them in a storage bin that was under his bed, he put the rest of his things under the bed as well. He took off everything except his boxers and tank top and got into bed to try and get some sleep, it was only around seven at night in Virginia, but he felt it'd be best to get plenty of sleep, tomorrow's going to be a big day and he didn't know how well he'd be able to help without his powers.
The Count was at an apartment half listening to a ten-year-old boy beg him not to spank him for starting a fight with his brother a few days ago. He sometimes listened to their pleas just for the fun of it, he was never going to actually spare the guilty.
"Please! I never actually meant to hit him! James is fine, he's just a big baby." Pleaded the boy, called Anthony, as he backed himself against a wall with his hands covering his rear. He was already crying, and the Count hadn't laid a hand on him, yet. Anthony turned his head toward his bedroom door.
"James! JAMES! Come here and tell him you're fine!" He pleaded, but there was no answer.
"Even if he came and begged for mercy on your behalf, I would not have mercy. My mercy does not extend to naughty childrens like you!" The Count said before snagging his ear with lightning fast reflexes and pulling him over to him, the kid let out a pained wail. He walked him over to his bed, sat down, pulled him across his lap, held him down and began his punishment. The boy's screams only made the vampire strike him harder. After about five minutes of spanking him over his pajama clad bottom, he yanked down the boy's pants and underwear. He raised his hand over his shoulder to start his bare bottomed spanking, smirking evilly as he sensed the boy's fear and pain. He was about to deliver the first spank before he stopped, his mannequin back at the castle was contacting him magically, telling him to come home. He stood the boy up and disappeared.
Anthony panted in fear as he looked around a bit, wondering where the spank happy vampire had gone. He pulled his pajama pants back up, face red with embarrassment even though no one was here. He sniffled a bit and wiped his eyes with his hand. He sighed in relief. "Thank goodness he's gone…" He said, he then flinched in fear and his eyes went wide as he felt a hand being firmly placed on his shoulder, he was horrified when he saw the hand was large and gloved. Anthony was easily turned around to face none other than Count Spankulot.
"We are not done here, yet." The Count said, an ethereal hairbrush materializing in his hand. He smiled as he heard the boy's shriek of absolute terror.
The Count had left one of his clones to finish up with Anthony while he had appeared in the phone room, where he sensed the mannequin who was sending him the message was. He saw it was holding the phone and it extended its hand to him to give him the phone. He walked over to it and took the phone. "Hello?" He answered.
"Hello, this is Doctor Rosenbloom from Saint Gwella's hospital, I am calling because one of my patients, Elizabeth Graussam, kept asking me to for the past few hours. We've tried asking for any friends or family she might want to contact instead, but she insisted it'd be you." The woman on the other end said. The tone of her voice betrayed her, as she was not pleased to be talking to him.
"What happen?" The Count asked, concerned that one of his best followers had fallen ill or was on the verge of death, she was old.
"She came in with a bruised throat and a concussion. She has lumps on both sides of her head. Looks like someone beat her, but she doesn't recall what happen. Look, if you're going to poof into this hospital, appear in the lobby and have a receptionist check you in, like a normal person." The doctor said, the last sentence dripping with venom, before abruptly hanging up.
The Count hung up as well. Someone hurt Graussam? He knew she and some other F.A.N.G members were really eager to get into the new disciplinarian positions that have been opening up in schools across the nation once again. Of course, they'd be met with resistance! He'll put whoever did this to one of his followers in the worst pain of their lives! He disappeared and reappeared at the edge of a suburb, across the street was the hospital. He couldn't appear in a place he's never been to before. He teleported to the entrance of the hospital and went inside. He dealt with the much nicer receptionist at the front desk and was asked to wait in the waiting room. As he was waiting, he felt his clone vanish and all the naughtiness it spanked out of Anthony was now his. Now, who was this doctor and why was she so angry at him? Voices always sound different over the phone and he didn't remember her last name from anywhere. He suddenly felt as if he were in danger and he looked around the lobby only to see an old priest standing beside a female doctor. 'Doctor Rosenbloom' was written on her I.D badge. The Count remembered who she was. She was Natasha Kane, the daughter of the Kane family, members of F.A.N.G, she had run away when she was sixteen. That happen ten years ago. She was a doctor now?
Doctor Rosenbloom looked at the vampire with hatred in her eyes. "Stand up, slowly." She told him. As he stood, she reached into her shirt and pulled out a gold cross necklace and let it hang freely and visibly around her neck.
The Count looked at her nervously but knew that if she or her friend didn't hold up any crosses in front of them with the intent to repel him, there would be no pain.
"Follow me, keep your hands to yourself. If I see you even look at a child patient…" Doctor Rosenbloom warned him.
The Count nodded and started following when she started walking. He noticed that the priest was following him, most likely told to by Natasha.
"As soon as we get to your little brainwashed servant, I want you to heal her and leave with her. I know she's one of them. I don't blame those kids for defending themselves..." Doctor Rosenbloom told him.
"Childrens did this to her?" The Count asked.
"Either them or a pissed off parent. I know I would if someone was hurting my kids…" Doctor Rosenbloom answered. She stopped by a room and gestured for him to head inside. "Remember what I said, go in, heal her, and get the hell out."
The Count walked into the room and saw Ms. Graussam laying in a bed. She was wearing a hospital gown and had an IV in her arm. He approached the bed and saw that she was indeed beaten up by someone, her throat was bruised, and she had two small lumps on head.
"My lord." Ms. Graussam said in a very hoarse voice, sounding happy to see him.
"Who did this to you? I remember you telling me that you were getting hired to work in a high school, did one of those hooligan teenagers do this to you?" The Count asked.
"Forgive me, my Count, but I don't remember. My head hurts." Ms. Graussam said.
Doctor Rosenbloom and her priest came into the room. "I said get out!" She held up her cross necklace and the priest pulled out a crucifix from his pocket and started praying in Latin.
The Count shielded his face and yelled in pain as he saw blinding light coming from those crosses and felt searing pain throughout his body. He grabbed Graussam by the arm and teleported them both back to his castle. He collapsed to his knees and panted due to the fear, pain and adrenalin. The pain subsided within a few seconds.
Graussam put her arm in front of his face and he saw that it was the same arm that once had the IV in it, as some blood began to trickle down her arm due to the open puncture wound. "Drink, lord. I've caned many bratty teenagers for you in the past few days." She told him.
The Count grabbed her arm and lapped up the blood that was trickling down it, he then bit down near the same spot that the IV drip was in, sinking his two sharp fangs into her and starting to drink, ignoring the groan of pain from her and hanging onto her arm tightly so she couldn't pull away. All the naughtiness that she caned out of those teenagers was transferred to him through her blood. He stopped drinking, held her arm with one hand and used the other to deliver healing spanks to her rather boney rear. He lapped up the blood that remained on her arm and then let her go, he stood up and helped her up as well.
"Thank you, my lord." Graussam said with a small bow. "That's much better, now I can think properly, and my headache's gone. I remember what happen! That little queer bitch and her friend! They-" She was interrupted by a slap in the face, she held her face with a hand and looked at her vampire master with fear, shock and tears in her eyes.
The Count loomed over her, bitterly. "Never express phobia of homosexuals in my presence again." He warned her.
Graussam started to shake in fear. "Yes, lord. I-… I'm sorry…" She pleaded.
The Count reached out and put the tips of his fingers to her forehead and looked into her eyes. He peered into her memories in order to find out exactly who did it. When he got his answer, he released her and watched as she shut her eyes and held her head, he had made sure that the process hurt as extra punishment. "I recognize Emilia. But who was the boy who punched you in the throat?" The Count asked, already thinking about what implement to use on Emilia.
"I don't know." Graussam answered.
"Emilia will tell me. Go home and go back to work tomorrow." The Count commanded.
"You want me to walk home in a hospital gown, in autumn?" Graussam asked.
"Do you want to spend the night below the castle instead? It won't be too cold down there." The Count asked.
The elderly woman shook her head, knowing what was below the castle. "No, lord. I'm very sorry that I upset you. I'll do as you ask. My sincerest apologies!" She grabbed his hand and kissed it before fleeing the castle as fast as her legs can carry her.
The Count went to his throne room and took a belt off the wall, this belt had different hooks, metal loops and very thin scabbards on it for holding different implements. He put the belt around his waist and attached a cane, a paddle, a different belt and a leather strop to it. He also picked up a cane and a paddle coated with silver and stored those in his magic storage space. If Emilia could beat his servant, she might try to attack him too. He teleported to the phone room and dialed Lilith's cell phone number, he's never been to Emilia's house before and needed the address. After he got the address and Lilith's blessing to go ahead with whatever punishment he planned, he hung up and teleported a few blocks away from the house he was given the address to. He flew up into the air and eventually found the house he was looking for. He then flew to different windows, trying to find where Emilia's room was. He stopped at an upstairs window and saw Liam laying in his bed with his eyes glued to his phone. Liam lived here too. Emilia and Liam were siblings? The Count should really work on learning what relationship his new weredog pack had with each other and where they all lived. He flew to the other side of the house and saw Emilia sitting at a desk in her room working on homework. He appeared in her room and behind her. "Emilia!"
Emilia gasped, jumped out of her seat and faced him. "Count Spankulot…"
"You thought you could get away with hurting my follower!?" The Count demanded, floating a few inches off the floor to make himself look bigger and more intimidating.
Emilia's eyes darted around the room in hopes of escape or a weapon, her Battle Ready Armor was in her dresser. There was no way she could reach it in time. If only she could turn into her weredog form… She wouldn't have to wait until she became fully werewolf to tear him apart, her weredog form was big enough. "I-… I had no idea that she was your follower, Count." She told him.
"I have an entire cult who worship me. And soon you and all weredogs will officially join them. The first law I give my followers is that all of them obey me! Now, you know what you have done." The Count said, removing the paddle from a hook on his belt. "You'll get to sample all of these implements tonight and every night until I say otherwise! Bend yourself over your bed and do not get up!" He commanded, pointing to her bed with the paddle.
Emilia looked at the horrible implements he displayed on his belt, the sight of them made her sick with fear. She forced herself to suppress her fear and looked at him confidently. "My fathers wouldn't want you here. They don't believe in spanking their children." She said, hoping that would get him to leave.
"Your fathers? Yes, I've had gay parents disapprove of me. But even I have some of them in my cult. Those anti spanking parents are an annoyance, but it is nothing a little magic can't deal with. I've been using implements recently, to REALLY strike fear back into the hearts of ill-behaved childrens! Some parents didn't take to my new methods and some even tried to get me arrested!" The Count ranted.
"A little magic? What do you mean?" Emilia asked, fear gripping her that he'd hurt her fathers somehow. She shouldn't have mentioned them. She wanted to subtly text Liam, to tell him not to let their fathers come up here, but they had confiscated her phone and many other things as punishment for assaulting that disciplinarian.
"Yes, the parents who have a problem with my new methods are hypnotized with my magic to be like my followers, strict, stern and not letting their childrens get away with anything! And you say your fathers do not believe in spanking their childrens?" The Count inquired.
Emilia's heart felt stuck in her throat and she felt ice in her veins. "No, no. I'm sorry, I meant that they don't believe in spanking their children with implements. They spank Liam and I with their hands so many times. I can't even sit down to do my homework because of the spanking I got today." She said, hoping that'll save them. But she knew she sucked at lying.
It was written all over her face, the lie. "You're lying…" The Count said, putting his paddle back onto his belt and removing his other belt, doubling it in his fist. "Do you know what happens to liars? They get extra punishment as well as a… Bad taste in their mouths. Now," He said, striking her mattress with the belt to frighten her with the noise, it worked as he saw her flinch. "Bare your bottom and bend over the bed! Now!" He commanded.
"You can do what you want to me." Emilia started. "As is your right, Beta of House Rover. I deserve every bit of punishment." These words tasted foul in her mouth, she deserved no punishment, that old bitch got what she deserved! If she could, she would have turned into her were-pitbull form and torn her apart before she could ever hurt Lisa! "But, don't do anything to my fathers." She pleaded, feeling herself start to cry.
The Count agreed with her, right up until she plead for her fathers. "But I need them to be added to my cult. I need new members." He said.
"Are you starved for new members? You don't need my fathers. They'd make terrible cultists!" Emilia said.
"I don't need your fathers, you do! You need them to be strong parental figures in your life. Clearly you have no strong father figure, even with two of them." The Count argued. "Now, I'm not going to ask again. BEND OVER!" He commanded, lightning flashing and thunder booming outside. He snapped the two halves of his belt together, making another loud noise.
Emilia sniffled, balled up her fists, shut her eyes tightly and shook in fear and rage. She mouthed some words the Count didn't understand and suddenly she opened her eyes and sent a fist in Count Spankulot's direction.
The Count managed to vanish in a puff of dark mist with Emilia's fist mere centimeters from hitting him in the nose. He appeared behind her and grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her over her bed. His supernatural strength made it impossible for Emilia to break loose. "More betrayal from you dogs! Well, there's only one way to get some respect out of you!" He said, enchanting his belt with paralysis, striking her once, hearing a pained shout and watching as her struggling ceased. He then enchanted his belt with extra stingy power, removed her pajama pants and underwear with telekenisis and the lashing began.
It wasn't even ten seconds in when Liam burst through the door and saw what was happening, likely hearing her screams of pain. "EMILIA!" He shouted in horror.
The Count looked at him. "This doesn't concern you, Liam. Go back to your room! Unless you have done something I should know about?" He inquired, starting to step toward him.
Liam's face went pale when he saw the belt clutched in Count Spankulot's hand.
"Liam! Don't let dad and father come here! Get them out of the house, now!" Emilia said, tears in her eyes. Her worst fear came true when their fathers came into the room. Why was she so loud? Why did she scream in pain?!
"What are you doing to our daughter!? Oh… Oh my God… You're… You're that thing that my parents called when… They tried to get you to spank the gayness out of me…" One of the men said, appearing to zone out.
"Harry…?" The other man asked his husband. He then turned his attention back to the vampire. "I know who you are. You're a monster that hurts children! Get away from our children!" He said, walking toward the vampire, raising a fist.
"Father, no! Get out of here before-" Emilia tried to warn him.
The Count put up a hand and took control of the man's mind as he was swinging his fist to hit him. "Now I see where all her violence comes from…" He said, making the man calm and forcing him to lower his fist.
Harry seemed to snap out of his trauma induced trance. "Kurt! What did you do to him!?" He asked.
"Made him reasonable. Now, it's your turn." The Count said, starting to raise a hand toward him.
Liam screamed in rage and tried to run at the Count, only to be tossed to the side by his magic. He hit the floor with a loud thud and groaned in pain. He heard Emilia shout: "Dad, no!" Both siblings watched in horror as their fathers were magically brainwashed. It took very little time for a vampire to twist their minds.
The Count lowered both hands when he was done and looked at his new followers in a pleased manner. "That is better! Now my new loyal followers, let's go discuss your new role while my clones take care of your children's bad behavior." He said, putting both arms around their shoulders and leading them out of the room.
"Get your fucking hands off them!" Liam said and tried to rise, but he felt something grab his ear, tug him back and his ear got violently twisted, making him scream several times and grit his teeth. His head was turned to let him see who his assailant was, it was Count Spankulot, or his clone Liam surmised.
The clone wagged his finger sternly and a wet soapy cloth appeared in his hand. He easily gagged Liam with the cloth and hoisted the teen to his feet by his ear.
As Liam was being dragged out of the room by his ear, he was shouting in pain, but his shouts were muffled. He tried to pull the rag out of his mouth, but he couldn't, it was impossible to get out. He received a few disciplinary slaps to the hands by the clone for trying to remove the disgusting rag. Every single taste bud was screaming at him to get that rag out of his mouth. He tried to pry the clone's hand free from the death grip he had on his ear, but that only made the clone switch hands and grip his other ear, twist it and deliver harsh spanks to his rear as they walked the rest of the way to his room. The hallway seemed endless.
The clone tossed him toward his bed and used magic to shut the door. He saw Liam try to rise and he floated over to him with supernatural speed and pinned him down. "You are trying what little patience I have left!" He said, delivering a hard, paralytic spank that shook Liam's entire body and made him go limp.
Liam panted in fear and pain, he was trying not to swallow the foul soap in his mouth but failed. He coughed and almost wretched in disgust. His eyes went wide when the clone made a point to show him the ethereal belt he materialized in his hand, before he bared his bottom and began to lash his backside with it. All Liam could do was scream his muffled screams, shut his eyes and cry in pain as the belt came down on him again and again and again.
Emilia was crying as she heard the muffled screams of her brother and in dread of how her fathers' minds have been broken and twisted to fit the vampire's needs. She gasped in fear at seeing the door close on its own and hearing footsteps behind her, she saw the Count walk to where she could see him, or was this the clone he mentioned, and the real Count was with her fathers?
"Who was the boy who helped you hurt Ms. Graussam?" The clone asked.
"I don't know." Emilia replied.
The clone materialized a thin ethereal cane in his hand and pointed it at her. "Who is th-" He started to ask before he was interrupted.
"I don't know! I would turn him over in a heartbeat! I don't care about him! I don't know who he is!" Emilia shouted at him.
The clone stared at her silently for a moment and the cane vanished from his hand. "Very well, I can't expect you to know everyone at your school. But there's still a matter we have to deal with." He said, and a wet rag covered in soap appeared in his hand. He shoved the foul rag into Emilia's mouth and materialized an ethereal leather strop in his hand. A strop was a thick leather strap, originally invented for sharpening knives, but vampires always find a way to make implements of spanking and punishment from almost anything. He made it a point to show her the terrible implement, loving the look of terror in her eyes. He'll make a habit out of showing his victims the implements they'll metaphorically taste from now on, the look in their eyes is priceless. He went behind her and started beating her backside with the strop, hearing her muffled shrieks as it reddened her bottom and would eventually bruise it if he did it long and hard enough, which he was greatly considering doing.
While the two siblings were getting punished upstairs, the real Count Spankulot was with the two fathers in the kitchen, Kurt was serving him tea and being a gracious host. The Count was sitting at the head of the table, sipping tea, and feeling like he deserved a break. He wanted to get to know his new followers a bit and instruct them on how to punish their teenagers from now on. He especially wanted to sort out this business with Harry, why did this man accuse him of trying to spank the gayness out of him? Not even in the dark ages would he spank any child for being gay, left-handed yes, but not gay. "Harry." He addressed his follower.
"Yes, master?" Harry asked, looking at him.
"What did you mean your parents called me to spank the gayness out of you? I would never spank any child for being gay. I ignore requests like that." The Count inquired.
"You did ignore their requests, but I'm afraid you were tricked, master. You see, they called you to punish me for other things, things that I didn't even do and then after you left, they told me it was for being gay." Harry said, sadly staring into his own cup of tea. Kurt put a hand on his husband's shoulder, trying to soothe him.
"I am very sorry; I would never spank any child for being gay. That was never supposed to happen." The Count said, remorsefully.
"I am very humbled that you apologize to someone like me, master. Truly humbled." Harry said.
The Count nodded, acknowledging his humility. "Now, I will instruct you on what to do with your teenagers from here on out. No more light punishments, taking away privileges, groundings, talking to's. NO! That should be on top of spankings. Always spank first, at ANY wrongdoing. With the hand, wooden spoon, hairbrush, belt, whatever can be used as an implement. Do not have mercy at the first tears, keep spanking after the first tears, spank until they are too exhausted to cry anymore. And I cannot be stressed about this enough, do not hug them after! I never hugged my daughter after a spanking." He instructed.
Harry nodded obediently, but Kurt looked like he was having trouble. Kurt squeezed his husband's shoulder painfully and gritted his teeth. "N-… No… I c-… Can't hurt my children… My babies… I…" He said and started to shake and put his hands on his head, trying to regain control of his mind.
"You will." The Count said, rising to his feet and holding out his hand, his dark magic reaching out and gripping Kurt's mind.
Kurt let out a pained scream and fell to his knees, holding his head. He then stopped screaming and looked up at the Count calmly again.
"What will you do when Emilia and Liam are bad?" The Count asked him.
"Spank them, lord. I've got a thick belt I can use for when they've really done something bad." Kurt answered, seeming eager to obey this time.
The Count nodded, pleased. "Good. That is better. Now, I give you these gifts." He said, taking the cane and the strop from his belt and setting them down on the table. "Use them wisely." He smiled as both men bowed their heads in obedience. "Do well and I'll give you more gifts, including some of my magic." He told them, sitting back down in his seat. He took a few minutes to finish his tea, long minutes, and then stood up. "Let us go back to your teenagers and see if they have a change in attitude." He said and travelled by floating off the floor. The two men followed him up the stairs. He looked at Kurt. "Go get your son and bring him to your daughter's room." He instructed while heading to Emilia's room.
Kurt went toward Liam's room, hearing a belt striking flesh and his… His son was in pain… The entitled brat deserved it! Maybe Kurt will discipline his son himself after just to drive the point home that attacking and cursing at a guest was not appropriate behavior. He entered the bedroom and saw the Count's clone strike Liam with a belt once more before stopping and vanishing.
Liam was laying on his bed, coughing, gagging slightly, shaking, and sobbing. He spat on his covers, trying to get the taste of soap out of his mouth. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows, slid off his bed and pulled his underwear and pants back up. It hurt to have fabric touch his rear or the backs of his thighs. He looked at his father with tears, mucus and soapy drool all over his face. "Father…? Are you ok?" He asked, dreading the answer.
"Never better. You are going to clean your covers by hand! We do not spit on our things!" Kurt scolded.
"I'm sorry, but-" Liam started before his father interrupted.
"No buts! I don't want to hear excuses, or it'll be your butt that'll get it." Kurt threatened.
Liam's eyes widened in horror as he realized that his father was not ok. The vampire did something to his mind. His father walked over to him and grabbed his arm, walking him out of his room. He had no strength left to fight, and he wasn't going to fight his fathers. He was brought to Emilia's room, she was forced to stand up as well, her face was red and wet with tears, her hair a mess and a few strands were stuck to her face. The Count was standing with their dad, looking pleased… Oh if only Liam had his powers…
"There are going to be some changes around here." Harry announced to his children, sternly.
"Yes, we'll be changing our approach to how we punish the both of you. From now on, any bad behavior will be met with a spanking." Kurt said.
"And we'll call Count Spankulot after." Harry added.
The Count looked at the teenagers' reactions. They looked both terrified and defeated, perfect. "The pain of your punishments will not subside until a week has passed and you will continue to taste soap for a week and your food and drink will taste of soap for a week. That'll teach the both of you a lesson about attacking me, trying to lie to me and using foul language." He said, then turning to address Emilia only. "I will return tomorrow night to punish you again. It is called maintenance punishments, if you do something really bad you get punished for the same thing for as long as I deem fit! Maybe I'll use a cane tomorrow night…" He told her.
Emilia practically broke down crying, covering her face with her hands and weeping loudly.
Liam tried to get to her to comfort her, but Kurt pulled him back, gripping his arm painfully. He looked at his father, pain in his eyes and voice. "You're hurting me…"
"Good…" Kurt said, almost emotionlessly, though slightly loosening his grip.
"Call me if you need me." The Count said and vanished.
Kurt looked at his son. "Go clean yourself up and go to bed, you have school tomorrow." He said, releasing his arm.
Liam quickly walked away, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
Harry looked at Emilia. "Did you finish your homework?"
Emilia looked at her dad, she had to take a few seconds to compose herself before being able to answer. "I am almost done."
"Finish it, let me check it, then go to bed." Harry commanded. Then he and his husband left the room.
Liam spent two hours in his room, to make sure his fathers went to sleep, he then snuck out and went to Emilia's room, even before he reached the door he could hear her sobbing. He quietly opened the door and went in; he saw her leaning against a wall and crying. He walked over to her and embraced her, letting her cry. Her crying was contagious, because he started too.
"Liam… What do we do…? He turned our fathers into monsters…" Emilia said, pulling away and looking up at him.
"I don't know…" Liam admitted. He hated being so powerless! Damn the queen! Damn the vampire!
"Monsters that… Monsters that we kill… Liam! By the Goddess… Devon said that we'll get the urge to kill…" Emilia said, then she started shaking again. She was pulled into her brother's embrace once again.
"We won't want to kill our fathers. Don't even think that. They're brainwashed, hypnotized. Maybe… Maybe our instincts will understand that they don't mean to hurt us…" Liam said, his tears fell upon her hair, he didn't know if he was right.
"Our powers are dormant, I can't turn into a were-pitbull and you can't turn into a were-mastiff. But we were trained to see anything as a potential weapon… Including something like a toothbrush… I don't want to kill our fathers with a toothbrush as they sleep… Oh Goddess! I'm already planning!" Emilia said hysterically and collapsed to her knees.
Liam knelt and just held his sister, rocking her gently trying to calm her. They had to be on their best behavior, not just to get spared by their fathers but to get their powers back. They needed to get their powers back, they needed to be able to turn into werewolves, as humans they were useless in a fight against the vampire.
"Asenath give me strength…" Emilia prayed the words she had muttered before she attacked the Count. She looked at her window and saw the waning crescent moon in the corner. "Asenath give me self-control…"
(Well, that was depressing.
Happy belated holidays everyone and happy new year!
I've been listening to an audiobook where the villains are complete sadists, and this fits perfectly.
Also I'm glad I finally gave one reason why the Count drinks his followers' blood. The show never gave a reason for his fangs, so I did. I'm so sorry for the gross imagery of the Count licking blood off of an old woman's arm, twice and now here.
Prepare for more of this story in 2020! Feel free to review and comment.)