A/N: Sometimes lessons in obedience are needed, when you're dealing with vampires.
Death looks good on her, Krolock thinks idly when he watches Magda emerge from Sarah's bedroom. Still fresh from life, yet already one of night's own, her new vampiric nature is pulsing through her. Her blond hair is just as wild as herself now, and she is beautiful. Not only because of her features, but also because night is on her and it makes her radiate. Strangely enough, she reminds him of Herbert, of how the boy would glow with the new splendour of the night...
She'll be a magnificent one.
She's an unexpected addition to his flock, but not entirely unwelcome. While offering a place in his castle, he had seen the defiance in her eyes... but then, it's hard to deny him when he requests something, and creatures like her shouldn't be enslaved completely anyway. Some, like her sire, need it. But her? She will be a queen, like he promised. Nevertheless, all in good time.
"Master", she calls at the sight of him, knowing he has heard everything. The words come out thick – she hasn't yet gotten used to talking with her new fangs. She tries an innocent face that could have worked on him if he hadn't been dealing with unruly vampires for hundreds of years.
"I told you not to talk to her", he reminds her. Perhaps it's immoderate to expect her to control herself so soon, but he'd rather have her educated quickly than let her run wild and thus make a savage beast out of her. She has promise beyond such fate. Krolock might himself essentially regret being a vampire, but he has also seen how some are as if created for the night, and Magda is certainly one of those.
"You did, Master", she agrees, still wearing that innocent expression, but it's slowly turning rather coy as she realizes angelic faces are not going to work on him. He is tempted to smile, but he rejects it: instead, he glares at her.
"And I forbade you to drink from her. She belongs to me, tonight, and you eat only what is given to you", he tells her, his voice turning harsher with every syllable. If she could go pale, she would. "I do not tolerate disobedience, Magda."
"Yes, my Master. I'm sorry – I didn't mean to..." she whispers and with one swift movement, he's in the front of her. He grabs a handful of her hair and forces her head back.
"You eat when I say so", he snarls into her ear. "You sleep when I order. And you do as I will. As long as you obey, you shall flourish; cross me, and you will walk in undeath no more. Is this clear?"
"Y-yes", she whimpers, and he can see the submission in her eyes. It is harsh, he knows, but he considers it necessary for such young vampires. Maybe, if someone had been stern on him so long ago, he wouldn't have killed his own wife.
He lets his grip loosen on her hair, turning it into something almost like a caress. He plants a kiss on her full lips, repressing a smile when he sees her eyes turn hazy with unexpected pleasure. First, make them fear you. Then, make them love you.
"Good", he whispers gently, and bares his wrist, biting it open with his own fangs. "Now... drink from me, young one."
Magda obeys happily.